#I would simply not fumbled them. rip anon

[quadrant-horror-stories]

) found out that both of my ashen (eaves were mutants. We had been c(ose for such a (ong t)me. )'m go)ng to m)ss them. The church was r)ght, )t rea((y can be anyone.

I simply have no words, you threw away {8} your partners because they were mutants? Are you {8} insane? Throwing away such a wonderful relationship because {8} they had a few eyes more than normal {8}?

[keirawantstocry]

hi hi, tis I 💋anon. I would like to say both fics were fucking FANTASTIC OMG. (also the terezicaptor bit was also so fucking cool?? youre both so cool????) Im also assuming the aggressive makeout means you liked it? So in a kinda? similar vein-

Vampire Pac and either Fit or Tubbo bleeding? or both (I was thinkin period but like, cooking or fighting also work wonderfully). could so go him fawning over them when theyre bleeding or like, agressive protective, borderline controlling not letting them do Anyhing (or a uh.. different direction cougg cough) I dont have much other than simply Vibes to give srry that this is so chaotic.

hope you're having a good day! sorry that val wasnt great, many many kisses, both agressive and soft, you deserve all of em :>

THANK YOU <3 no you're so cool! Aggressive makeout mean im In Love with you, gen ur the fucking sweetest <3

The first time they noticed how protective Pac was was when they were cooking. It was an accident. A slip of Fit's hand and the knife was being fumbled in his hand. 

"Ouch," he hissed as the blood trickled down his palm. 

Tubbo saw the change in Pac instantly. The way his eyes widened, his pupils darkening as his fangs pushed past his lips. Pac rushed over, grabbing a band aid as he did. Cradling Fit's hand gently, he licked the blood gently off the other man's hand while Fit and Tubbo watched curiously. He laid down the band aid with a sealing kiss. 

Only Tubbo noticed how possessive he turned afterwards. How he seemed to fawn over Fit's every move to try and prevent him from getting hurt in any capacity. While Fit was opening the oven, Tubbo grabbed Pac by the arm and pulled him close. “You're being so protective,” he teased as Pac flushed. 

“I just care about you guys, okay?” 

“Yeah, okay, bossman.”

Pac huffed. “I'm serious.” 

“Yeah, okay. It's totally not some weird ass vampire instinct shit that tells you to protect us from everything.” 

“Cale-se.”

-

He was nearly unbearable when the men were on their periods. Something about being able to smell the blood coming out of them made him feral as a dog. They had to get used to being wrapped up in blankets while Pac ran around trying to pamper them as much as humanly possible. 

Their friends learned to stay away very quickly. When Pac was deep in his instincts he was a kill first, ask questions later type of guy. After two near attacks, everyone knew to stay far far away if they smelled blood coming from the house. 

“Part of me is sad they don't try and come around,” Tubbo whispered to Fit the moment Pac left the room. They were curled up in bed together pretending they were annoyed at the pampering but loving it. 

“Why?” Fit asked, squinting at him. 

“Hot.” 

He laughed, open and honest. 

The door cracked open and Pac stuck his head in with slitted eyes. “I heard that.” 

Tubbo rolled his eyes. “Oh so I'm not allowed to call you hot now? Wowwwww, I see how it is.” The next moment he was bending over in pain and Pac was rushing over to bring him a new hot pad. 

“Now, now, now, you see what happens when you bitch at me. Take the coddling. Rest.” 

Tubbo rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “Yes, sir,” he said with a mocking salute. “Just don't rip anyone to shreds without us. I want something to drool over.” 

[whats-wild-to-you]

Thanks to a lovely anon I got to listen to Jay’s song ‘Ride Me’ for the first time a while ago. Since then I have not been the same. Anon requested a smut based off of it and I wanted to do well.

DISCLAIMER: it would be best if you read this in the privacy of your own home … this is definitely NSFW.

EDIT: it took me longer than I expected to write this … I had to take a break from writing at one point because things in my head got too 🫣🤭🥵🔥

Fun fact: Ride Me was released 9 years ago TODAY ... sooo 🎉🎉🎉

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Being away from Jay was torture. But today the wait was over. Jay was coming home for a week, allowing himself a short vacation before he went back on tour.

You had cleaned the house, cooked all his favorite food and created the perfect Netflix playlist.

Your best friend urged you to fit in an appointment at the beauty salon as well, stating with a wink that you needed to look good for your man.

You didn't realize what she meant until you stood in front of your closet, trying to pick an outfit. You'd be staying in, but Jay hadn't seen you in awhile and you wanted to look good for him.

Then a naughty thought crossed your mind and you quickly rummaged through your drawer, yelling triumphantly when your held a bra and matching panties up in the air. They were a gift from Jay for Valentine's day. That was the last time you wore them as they were simply too explicit to be worn daily.

Quickly, you got dressed and waited for Jay to arrive.

It didn't take him long. Just 45 minutes later he stood in front of you. He was wearing your favorite pair of jeans (they hugged his ass perfectly) and a tight white shirt. His hair was ruffled and he hadn't shaved in two days.

"Hey!" You said, your voice laced with lust already. Jay looked tired and 'not in the mood'. That changed when he looked at you more carefully and noticed what you were wearing. Suddenly the fatigue disappeared and got replaced with lust, matching yours.

"Now that's what I call a warm welcome!" He said, wasting no time, dropping his luggage and picking you up on his lap.

He walked straight to the bedroom, placing you on the bed. He undressed in record time, unwilling to break skin contact for too long.

"I've missed you! So bad!"

You nodded, already having trouble formulating a coherent sentence. Jay was a master in making you hot in an instant. One look in his dark and lusty eyes, and you knew tonight you wouldn't be getting much sleep.

"I missed you, too! All of you!" You replied eventually, your gaze focusing on the bulge in Jay's briefs. You wanted to taste him, remind yourself how good he felt.

Without hesitating, you slid down his ripped body, grabbing his cock.

Has is gotten bigger since the last time you saw it?

Giggling, you started nibbling at his tip, licking in with the tip of your tongue. You could tell Jay wouldn't last long and you paced yourself, wanting this to never end.

"Baby, you're making me crazy. This won't do!" In a smooth motion, he got up, your mouth making a plopping sound when he pulled out his cock.

He turned you around so your back was facing him. With a hand he brushed your hair out of the way and started trailing kisses down your neck and your back. Whenever Jay kissed you, your skin tingled and your pussy started throbbing. He kissed his way back up, slightly nibbling at your earlobe, while his hands massaged your breasts. They came around to the back, needing to get rid of the pesky fabric. You giggled when you realized what he intended to do.

Catching your breath, you whispered slowly. "The clasp is on the front."

You turned around, allowing him better access and looked down as he lowered his head, determined to unclasp your bra with his teeth. You sucked in air as his stubble was grazing your skin. Fumbling with your hands in front of his face, you wanted to assist him, speed things up. But he slapped your hands away, expertly undoing your bra seconds later. His lips were instantly on your nipples, tantalizing them. Your fingers were buried in his hair that had gotten significantly longer. You liked it that way.

Pulling at his hair you removed his lips from your hardened nipples, crashing your lips on his. You could taste the hunger in Jay. He broke the kiss first, lust swimming in his eyes.

"Ride me."

He didn't need to tell you twice. With shaky legs you aligned yourself with his twitching cock and lowered your body slowly onto it. It had been a while since the last time you masturbated and knew that you wouldn't last long either. Jay's rigid cock was penetrating you, stretching you out, until you felt the heat rise from your core, traveling throughout your body.

"Jay..." He knew you were loud only in the beginning, and grew more silent the more aroused you got.

Noticing your pussy convulsing, he pulled you off his dripping cock, quickly changing positions. You were glad he understood your need to feel him inside you for a while longer. But after he had fucked you in every position possible, always pulling out when he realized you were getting close to orgasm, you were exhausted.

Your brain was mush, your body shivering at his every touch, your pussy sore and slippery. You were wetter than ever before, ready to come undone around Jay's pulsating cock.

"Baby, please ..." You had mustered up just enough strength to utter these two words. Jay was fucking you at a steady pace but quickly increased it when he heard your plea.

"Look at me!" He instructed you when you closed your eyes, throwing your head back. A few deep, powerful thrusts later you screamed out his name, still straddling him, feeling how his thick cum shot up your vagina, then squished back out as you were still riding him.

Finally you collapsed on top of him, needing several minutes to catch your breath. Only then you realized it was beginning to dawn and a quick glance at the clock confirmed it was already 6am.

"You really fucked me all through the night!" You said incredulously and heard Jay giggle content.

"And I plan on doing it again!"

"Silly me for thinking you came home to rest and recharge." You laughed, placing your forehead on his.

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

Lol I decided to be brave and not to hide using the anon mask. 🌝🤡

Have you ever thought about this NSFW/Explicit possessive Zhongli pounding reader in front of their stalkers? Like, there are these weird stalkers who always take a peek at reader whenever they got the chance. Zhongli finally had enough of it and decided to show them who owns this puss—🤐

"Pity. A mere human cannot touch what's mine. You see this seal on her abdomen? Yes, it means my seed is there to take place."

🥵💦 water pls

Thank you for waiting! ╰(￣ω￣ｏ)

Also you're tougher than all of the U.S. Marine for going non-anon lmao mad respect (≧∀≦)ゞ From the moment I saw your asked I knew it would awaken something in me and it did lmao it took me so long since I had to make sure I'd have enough horny vocab for this lmao and so let me water and quench your thirst now lmao.

Thanks for the first ever womb tattoo ask. Photo of the womb tattoo included.

CW: Public Sex, Mind Break, Dub-con

Marking You Gently

Summary: Zhongli appreciated how you were honest with him by revealing how your past lovers were run off by the amount of stalkers you had and he was pleased with how dependent you were on him to get rid of them, he just never thought he'd have to resort to drastic measure to stake his claim not that he was complaining.

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Zhongli was keenly aware of your innate ability to attract stalkers. This much you had admitted to him when he had been on the receiving end of a particularly foolish one. Of course, this had not deterred him from courting you at all, if any, he had enjoyed the challenge of keeping you safe and staking his claim on you to your stalkers.

And you were so cooperative too, you had let him gift you accessories in his colors and wore it proudly on a day to day basis. That you spent most nights in his bed and company only made his win sweeter. Zhongli strived to ensure that you would be happy and content in a relationship with him and if that meant curbing his own stalkerish tendencies...well...it was a small price to pay.

It was this confidence that led him to not properly pay attention when one of your stalkers had gotten particularly...courageous.

“Zhongli~” you whined at him, worry and annoyance in your eyes, as you clung to his arm. Your soft breasts and erect nipples were a welcome sensation to his arm, “I can’t find some of my panties~”

Zhongli thought for a moment, trying to remember if he had forgotten to return some of your panties he had used to fap with, “Have you checked the laundry?”

“I did!” You were tearing up, voice about to cry “I-I think some of them got it again…” You clutched at his arm tightly shivering at the thought of your stalkers being able to easily invade Zhongli’s tightly warded home.

At your words, all thought of fingering your bare pussy fell out of Zhongli’s mind, he didn’t like seeing you scared and teary eyed. He kissed your forehead, removing his arm from the tender clutches of your soft breasts and enticing nipples to give you a tender hug of comfort.

“Why don’t you accompany me for a while? Until I catch those disgusting vermin?” Zhongli offered, soft smile on his face as he gently rubbed your back.

“Will Hu Tao be fine with that?” You asked, uneasy at inconveniencing the first boyfriend to ever care about you this much.

“Of course” Zhongli replied, kissing you sweetly on your lips.

It was easy then to use sex to calm your frightened self, Zhongli’s kiss grew heated and lascivious as his hands drew teasing circles on your ass and thighs, squeezing it in intervals before teasingly grazing on the folds of your pussy. He squeezes your ass cheeks, spreading it apart before he firmly places his hand below your ass to grab you up.

You cooperate with him, moving your legs to firmly hug his waist, your wet pussy rubbing against his erect cock. You moaned into his kisses, body shivering with delight as you clung to his body.

“Mn~” You moaned as your tongue entwined with his.

The wet sound of kissing seemed loud in Zhongli’s quiet apartment, the panting noises coming from the two of you could be heard clearly. As Zhongli placed you on top of his dining table, hands going under your shirt to fondle your soft breasts and play with your erect nipples.

“Haaa~” You panted as your body arched with pleasure, Zhongli’s long and thick cock was rubbing against your clit.

“Just leave everything to me” He said, as he laid reverent kisses on top of your stomach. Leaving a trail of hickeys that led to your throat. He had already ripped your shirt off your body, exposing your breasts that still carried last night’s marks and your erect nipples which still had his teeth marks surrounding it.

“Forget about all those unpleasant things, my love” He crooned as he kissed you on the pulse beside your neck. His free hand was teasing your wet pussy, fingering it until he knew that you would be able to take all of him all the way in.

“Zhong-” You moaned “-please! Put it in!” You begged brokenly as his masterful ministrations on your body left you a panting and moaning mess.

Zhongli hummed in satisfaction, “And what do we say?”

“Plea-please” You began shakily, “put your co-cock in my slutty pushy!”

You fumbled on the last word, moaning it out as Zhongli thrusted his thick cock inside you in one strong move, not bothering to wait until you finished speaking. He moved his hips back and forth, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot again and again until you could only moan and call out his cock with a loving voice.

You were oblivious to the predatory grin in Zhongli’s face or the way his eyes glinted dangerously as his mind thought of a solution to your ability to attract stalkers. He licked his lips, growing aware of the change in his teeth to fangs.

He bent over to suck on your nipples, his hands preoccupied with keeping your legs spread apart as he thrusted his cock against your wall.

You keened, your body arching and pussy clenching on his dick as you came, Zhongli moaned as he came with you, spilling his seed inside your clenching pussy and uterus, he spilled so much cum, as if he had not just creampied you last night until the early hours of the morning.

He collapsed on top of you as you lay limply on the table, panting and pussy twitching from the earth shattering orgasm you had.

“Have you heard of womb tattoos?” Zhongli asked as he lovingly and gently cradled your face, kissing you on your cheek.

You blushed, “No, I haven’t.”

He hummed, not bothering to unseathe himself from your warm and comfortable pussy, “It is typically used for lewd purposes,” Zhongli explained as he let his hand drop from your face, gently tracing a line from your neck, passing through your left tit, playfully rubbing your nipple, before he ultimately ends it on the area above your crotch “But it can also be used as a way to repel...shall we say your disgusting stalkers?”

You let out a soft “oh!”

“Would it be painful?” You asked, worried that tattooing it on that area would be too much for your pain tolerance.

“It wouldn’t” Zhongli assured you “I would never let you feel any pain.”

He smiled at you with so much affection that you easily agreed to his solution, you didn’t bother to give any input to what Zhongli was going to do, you had so much trust in him that you simply waited for the day he’d marked you and solved your most annoying and hated problem.

You hadn’t thought to ask what it would do, believing that Zhongli would make the tattoo a repellent against your stalkers. Which wasn’t wrong per se, it wasn’t until the tattoo was put into use did you register what it would actually do.

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For Zhongli, it was normal blissful week of having you in his arms, regaling you with Liyue’s rich history and flirting with you as a gentleman would. It was his day off, and thus he had brought you to Wangshu Inn for a short staycation for the weekend. His strong presence at your side had deterred even your most courageous and stubborn stalkers, not that it had stopped them from trying to take a peek at you when you bathed or changed clothes.

A quick petrification to some of the most vile ones was an easy way to scare off the rest of them. By the time he was done turning some of them into stone, you were finished with your business and happily ensconced yourself into his arms. Purposefully not paying attention to the new additions on the inn’s decoration.

“Shall I take you to solve some geo puzzles?” He offered, his hand resting lowly on your hip, just above your crotch, firmly gripping you at the sides.

“Okay~!” You happily complied, leaning even closer to him much to his visible satisfaction.

While you were happily clinging into Zhongli, listening to his engaging explanation of how the mechanism worked and its purpose, you were unaware of the group of stalkers that were watching you from behind. They were lying on the ground, using the natural reflective surface of the water to take a peek at your crotch that was exposed due to the crotchless panties Zhongli had you wear underneath your clothes.

From their binoculars, they could see how wet you were, cum dribbling slowly out of your pussy that had them salivating and achingly hard. They were imagining that it was their cock being shoved to your exquisite pussy, that it was their cum that was dribbling down the folds of your thoroughly used cunt.

They were so immersed in their fantasy that they had not noticed Zhongli’s murderous glare as he sealed them together as if they were Azhdaha.

“It seems that none of you had learned the lesson” He spoke coldly, glaring with complete and uncharacteristic derision in his eyes as he watched them visibly turn pale.

You stood behind Zhongli, trembling with fear, you had never seen him quite this mad. It wasn’t until he had pulled you to the front, your dress shoved up to your waist and exposing your wet cunt and glowing tattoo did your heart start beating faster.

“Zho-zhongli?” You called out to your lover, trembling in his arms, as your legs shookt from the lecherous looks of your stalkers.

“Don’t worry my love, it’s about time for them to know who owns you” He whispered in your ear, making your pussy visibly throb and grow wetter.

You could feel your mind slowly turning hazy as your body heated up. The tattoo glowed brightly as Zhongli began fingering you. You were helpless and growing weaker, only capable of leaning on his chest, weakly grasping on the sleeves of his clothes as you began to moan.

Your legs automatically spread themselves, exposing the pink and cum-filled inside of your pussy, letting your stalkers know that Zhongli had thoroughly fucked and came inside your pussy earlier.

“Zhong-nnn!” You tried to call his attention, wanting to put a stop at his action but as his fingers curled inside your cunt, you let out a seductive moan that went straight to the cocks of every male in your vicinity.

“Good girl,” Zhongli praised as he watched your hand reach for the zipper of his pants, “Show them how much you want my cock.”

You nodded, eyes hazy, as you turned around and shakily knelt on the ground, your hands fumbled to get his cock out. You happily mouthed through the fabric of his pants as you tried to get his thick and long cock out of its constraints. Zhongli’s large hand was a comforting weight on your head, petting you as praises flowed out of his mouth.

“Such a good slut, not needing more instructions on her master’s part” He praised “Look at you happily fucking your mouth to my cock the moment you see it.”

You senselessly blowed his dick, tongue swirling on its tip and swallowing all of length until it hit the back of your throat again and again. You had long since forgotten about your stalkers or the fact that you were giving them a show.

Your mind was filled only with the thought of Zhongli’s cock and his cum. You whined when you felt him pull away, crying at the lost of the warm and comforting weight of his cock on your tongue.

“Shhhh” He appeased you, “turn around love, put your hands on the wall of the seal.”

You did as he said, body automatically positioning itself to a lewd pose, your tits were pressed on the wall of the seal, making your stalkers gulp and try to reach for it only to be electrified by the seal’s wall.

Zhongli smirked at their audaciousness.

“Cock~! I want your want cock~!” You cried out as you bent your body further, until your ass was pushed up to the air, shaking your hips to entice Zhongli. Your legs were spread apart to show him the pussy he loved and owned.

“Good girl” Zhongli purred as he took his cock and guided it to the folds of your pussy. He teased your cunt, sliding the head of his cock up and down the wet folds of your pussy making you whine and try to push your pussy towards his cock.

He slapped your ass, “Behave.”

You did as you were told, there was no autonomy in your mind anymore, the glowing symbol on your abdomen had thoroughly wiped out any sense in your brain. Zhongli had reduced you to walking, talking flesh light.

With a look of superiority, Zhongli thrusted his cock inside your waiting pussy, he maintained eye contact with your stalkers as he fucked you from behind. He mercilessly plunged his cock in your abused pussy, ramming it again and again against your cervix, the pain turning into pleasure. Each thrust of his had the tattoo glowing drawing attention to it as you moaned and drooled from the pleasure. You were no longer the proper and energetic lady that was known in Liyue.

Zhongli’s cock and womb tattoo had reduced you to this lewd slut that craved his cock and cum. Your mind was filled with sex and pleasure, begging him for more,

“Please! Give me your seed!” You cried “Breed me! Ahn~!”

Zhongli watched as some of your stalkers threw away their dignity and started fapping to your lewdness.

He pulled you away from the wall, hoisting you up and fucking you as your arms automatically wrapped itself backwards on his neck. He made out with you sloppily while his cock fucked your pussy, bulge visible on your stomach and slightly deforming the glowing tattoo.

You came from the immense pleasure but Zhongli didn’t bother stopping even as you lay limp and unconscious in his arms. He kept on fucking you, hands groping your wildly bouncing chest as your stalkers started pumping their cocks faster.

He turned to them and taunted, “Pity. A mere human cannot touch what's mine.” He placed a kissed to the side of your throat as his eyes grew darker and his voice dripped with possessiveness that belonged to a dragon, “You see this seal on her abdomen?”

He smiled darkly as he saw recognition on their eyes, it was only natural for them to know what it was considering that they all had the same thoughts towards you. The difference was that he had won and they were losers, pitiful humans who would never have you nor have you sire their spawn.

With great delight, Zhongli crushed all of their dreams as he confirmed the worst of their thoughts, “Yes, it means my seed is there to take place."

And then he spilled all of his cum inside your pussy, spilling it all the way through your uterus as the mark glowed brightly before slowly dimming and sinking back beneath your skin.

It was a clear sign that Zhongli had successfully impregnated you.

“Don’t ever step foot in Liyue again” He ordered, eyes glowing bright as he cursed them out of the land.

He left with you in tow, fixing your clothes and pushing back the cum that dripped on the inside of your thighs back to your pussy. Zhongli smiled at your sleeping form, content and pleased with the knowledge that none of your stalkers would ever bother you again.

“I wonder how you would act with other variations of this tattoo?”

[carni-val]

This is the anon that requested the Raymond fluff with a sick f!reader. Thank you so much, that was honestly amazing. The worst of my symptoms are gone now but I still have an annoying cough. As a follow-up to that plot, I feel it is necessary to ask for what Raymond does after the reader is better. Like, imagine a week or 2 without Raymond being able to have sex with his s/o because she is sick. Can we have that vacation with a sexually frustrated Ray? 🤤

Taking Care [Raymond Smith]

pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader

summary: Once your cold wears off, you and Ray take a vacation just like he promised.

author's note: This took forever and I am so sorry about that, but I’m happy you’re doing better! I was waiting for inspiration to strike and it finally did, so I hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait.

warnings: NSFW [Minors DNI], touchy-feely, touch-starved!Ray, some light spanking, clothed, but unprotected sex [piv], some light dirty talk

Charlie Hunnam Masterlist | Raymond Smith Masterlist

Part I

“Hey!” a laugh ripped out of you as you twisted away from Ray’s roaming hands, “Come on, we’re not even in the room yet!” you tried to keep your voice down as he trapped you in his arms and began pressing kisses against your cheek which led down to your neck.

“I think you should get the door open then, love,” he murmured against your skin as you were fumbling with the FOB key in your hand.

After attaching his lips to one particularly sensitive spot, you squirmed in his hold to try and get away from him long enough to focus on unlocking the door. Ray was never usually this handsy in public but after a week of not spending the night in the same bed as you or even touching you as often as he was used to because of your cold, Ray found himself unable to hold back any longer now that you were back to full health.

Once the door finally beeped and unlocked, Ray beat you to the door handle and shoved the door open. Stumbling into the room, you noticed your luggage had already been brought up to your room but you were awestruck at the beautiful view in front of you outside of the window. You could see the beautiful, big body of the sea glimmering under the sunlight just a few feet out and below you and you were sure you would smell the cleansing sea salt in the air and hear the serenity of the waves crashing when you opened the window.

You now understood why Mickey and Ros came here so much. They frequented this hotel so often that this suite you were currently standing in was pretty much known to be Mickey Pearson’s personal suite that he gifted to you and Ray for the weekend the second Ray brought up taking a few days off to go on vacation with you.

The lobby of the hotel was stunning, pristine, and simply divine and gave way to the beauty of the room you were currently standing in. The room, like the lobby, was quite large with a king-sized bed sitting right in the middle of it and you were able to steal a peek into the bathroom where a rather spacious bathtub was stationed.

While you were entranced by the room, you heard Ray make a noise of disgust from behind you, his desire halting for a moment. Turning to face him, he was looking right at the bed and when you followed his gaze, it clicked.

“Come on,” you prompted, moving over to a small bag you had packed, “I’ll help you get it all set up.”

The bag was filled with some old bedsheets, pillowcases, and covers Ray had packed to replace the ones that were already dressing the bed. Ray had no intentions of sleeping on sheets that countless others had slept on and he didn’t want you sleeping on them either. The sight of the linen was almost enough to kill Ray’s mood.

Ray followed your lead and the two of you began stripping the bed together, throwing off the covers, pillowcases, and bedsheets and letting them fall into a pile on the floor in the corner of the room. You brought out the bedsheets from the bag and began to dress the bed with them. You leaned over at one edge of the bed, trying to tuck it into the corner of the bedsheet as you felt Ray pull on the opposite side and do the same. You crawled onto the bed to get the right top corner of the sheet tucked in while Ray worked on the bottom left.

Suddenly, you felt a hand slap down against your ass through your sundress causing you to protest playfully. In the middle of your protest, you felt Ray’s hand cup your core through your panties that were peeking out from the skirt of your dress. Your laughter came to a halt and was cut off by a moan as his finger began to toy with your clit through the fabric.

“You do it on purpose,” Ray hummed, “Don’t you?”

You bit your lip to hold back a smile but as Ray increased pressure, you were overcome with pleasure that you let out another moan, your hips involuntarily leaning into his touch. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you the whole car ride here, he had a hand on your bare thigh and would try and move it up, he’d steal kisses at red lights, and do everything in between. Even though you wanted to indulge him, you also wanted to make it to the hotel alive and that constituted having a focused driver. But now, you could just sit back and enjoy the feeling of his hands on you without any consequences.

Your elbows trembled with pleasure as you tried to hold your upper body up but you opted to rest down on your forearms as you felt the cool air of the room hit the back of your legs that were now exposed as Ray flipped up the skirt of your dress. He rounded his hands to your hips where the waistband of your panties were and pulled them down to your knees. Usually he would run his hands all over your skin, especially when you were in such a position where he could see the wet patch forming on the cotton, but he didn’t have the patience now. He wasn’t being slow about it, he wasn’t be kind about it, he needed to be inside you now. It was unspoken, but the both of you knew that this vacation was going to be used to make up for lost time while you were sick.

The two of you hadn’t slept in the same bed for the past week and kept touching and kissing to minimum to minimize the spread from you to him. It was lonely and frustrating at times but now, as his cock was finally unsheathed from his restricting pants and running along your wet cunt, it proved to be all worth it in the end.

Your hips had a mind of their own as they began to thrust back, hoping to impale yourself on his dick as you clenched around nothing. The sight was enough to make Ray groan from behind you, so you did it again, hoping to lure him in. A moan was pushed out of you as you felt Ray’s cock start to enter your warm, wet walls. A deep need had just begun to be satiated as you felt as full as you’d ever felt with him inside of you. You felt your limbs quivering as you held yourself up as best as you could while you took some time to adjust.

Ray let you take the lead as he felt your hips thrust against him as you began to fuck yourself on his cock. Your skyrocketing desire gave you the strength to push up onto your hands and use the grip as leverage to thrust back harder and faster. Ray was loving it, groaning at just how slick and tight you were around him.

“That’s it,” he praised, his hand striking your ass and letting the sound of the impact echo in the room and mingle with your yelp of pleasure, “Good girl,” his eyes were transfixed with the sight in front of him.

Ray’s hips grew a mind of their own as they began meeting your thrusts halfway. He regained control as he grabbed onto your hips, squeezing them as he began to control the rhythm of your movement. The action tore moan after moan out of you, with no regard for your neighbours. Hopefully they were out enjoying the warm weather right about now.

Ray built up to a relentless pace and force, feeling the dam of held back feelings be released and he was pouring them into you. Your moans spurred him on as he felt his heart thundering in his chest as his pleasure was increasing tenfold. The nights he spent without you had him reminiscing on late nights where he’d desperately bury his cock in you and fuck you relentlessly after a hard day’s work. His imagination did not do you justice, he had almost forgotten just how well you fit him as you were squeezing him in all the right places. Ray was focused and calculated but when you squeezed him just right, he couldn’t stop the groans of pleasure that escaped him and the momentary stutter of his hips at the devastating bliss.

You splayed a hand out in front of you on the headboard to keep up with Ray’s thrusts and you felt him lean over your back and grip your chin in his hand, turning your head to face him. You looked up at him to see his blue eyes almost black with the amount of lust that was swimming in them. His mouth was slightly agape and panting and you couldn’t hold back on your desire to kiss him and let your tongue explore his mouth. His thrusts had slowed, making his thrusts deep and long until they came to a pause as you got lost in the kiss. Your moans had turned to whimpers and you wanted to devour him on the spot.

Your arms were growing tired so you used one hand to cup the back of his head as you slowly began to lower yourself down to the bed below you. Ray pulled out and away for a moment to let you adjust to a more comfortable position. As he hovered over you, you lay down on your side, legs tucked up and feet landing on the back of his thigh, before you were clawing at the shirt he was wearing.

“Take it off,” you panted, reaching for the hem of it and lifting it.

Ray sat himself up on his knees as he pulled his shirt off of him before grasping onto the thin strap of your dress that was resting on your bare shoulder and tugging it down. You lifted yourself up to pull the other strap down your other arm, exposing your breasts. His hand clutched onto your left one, massaging it and rolling the nipple between his forefinger and thumb. You leaned up and began pressing kisses on his neck and his now exposed collarbones, your tongue peeking out to run against the damp skin. Your fingers trailed down his muscled torso until they wrapped around him. You stroked him a few times, being unable to resist, watching the way a breath punched out of him. You ran the tip though your soaked cunt before you were guiding him back in.

Once the tip was buried in you, Ray wasted no time slamming his hips straight against yours.

“Fuck Ray,” you cried out, your eyes screwing shut in bliss. “Feels so good.”

You clutched onto his bicep as his thrusts were more forceful and he only gave you a second to recover before he slammed into you again. You felt your body rock up the bed at the force of his thrusts and your grasp on his arm was doing little to keep you in place. You were a moaning mess and Ray watched as your tits bounced in the wake of his thrusts.

“We’re not leaving this room until I’m completely through with you,” he promised through gritted teeth, “Until you can’t cum anymore.”

Being this close to you after staying having to stay so far for so long sparked a fresh desire in Ray and he was desperate to watch you fall apart beneath him the way you have so many times before. He let the weight of his hips crash into yours faster and faster and he relished in the way the grip you had on his arms tightened. Ray hooked one of his forearms under your leg and raised it slightly, splaying his hand across your thigh before he let it roam between your legs.

His finger found your clit and began to rub quick and tight circles on it to sync up with his thrusts. You choked out a string of curse words as your pussy began to flutter around him. Ray’s groans and grunts got lost in your moans as they echoed throughout the room along with the rapid slapping of skin on skin as he felt his body going rigid. When you threw your head back, screwed your eyes shut and began chanting his name, he knew he didn’t stand a chance, especially with the way you were squeezing him.

“Fuck,” the curse word rumbled in Ray’s chest and he thrusted even faster. The sound of his name leaving your mouth in a high pitched scream made his eyes roll back into his head before he shut them. He couldn’t hold back as he began painting your walls and his head was clouding with pleasure. He didn’t even know what he said in those moments, something of a mix of your name and a few curse words for sure, maybe a praise was thrown in there as well somewhere.

Ray’s hips stilled finally and once he was coming down from his high, his body went limp, almost collapsing completely on top of yours and you welcomed it, wrapping an arm around his back as the two of you panted. It wasn’t long before Ray felt you plant kisses on the top of his head that was resting on your shoulder. He was sure his hair was a mess at this point, but it didn’t matter, because it was only bound to get messier from here on out.

Absentmindedly, Ray pressed a kiss along the bare skin of your shoulder and along the side of your neck.

A few moments later, Ray felt you pushing him off. He raised his body weight only for you to push him onto his back. Confusion turned into realization which gave way to even more lust as you mounted his hips then lowered yourself onto his cock. The two of you hissed at the sensitivity but once you were seated, Ray didn’t want you to get off.

[teddy06writes]

Through Thick And Thin

requested by this anon: “If you are still doing requests, could you maybe do a royal AU of a Knight! Awesamdude x royalty reader? Thanks!” 

Awesamdude x reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, mentioned character death

premise: royalty au; you are heir to the throne of the dream smp lands, Sam is the knight who has been sworn to protect you. When L’manburg, a rising power begins to attack, Sam stays by your side, even as the kingdom falls

{also I did my best to keep this gender neutral, but it might’ve ended up leaning for feminine, sorry about that}

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“Do you take one lump or two?” You forced a polite smile onto your face. 

“Two, with lemon, not milk,” Bad said, “Try not to look so bored, you may be able to pull a smile on your face, but your eyes wandering about this room betray you.” 

Etiquette lessons were something you had finished long ago, but your mother had arranged for a brush up, seeing as the ambassadors of L’manburg would be arriving Wednesday. 

You nodded, quietly filling his tea cup with what he requested, and sliding it across the table too him. 

“Now, serve the tea cakes.” Bad instructed. 

As you cut the sponge cake into pieces you let your eyes drift again, look to where Sam stood beside the door. 

He bit back a smile, scrunching his nose at you. 

It took all your willpower not to giggle, regaining composer as you passed the plate across the table. 

~~

“I just think its stupid shit,” You said, tapping the toe of your shoe against the gravel path, “I already know how to poor tea and address nobles.” 

Sam chuckled, looking around the garden, “I suppose you do, but brushing up on those things never hurts.” 

“I did my time learning tea and titles, and dances and all that. I don’t see why I should have to do it any more. You should help me sneak out of lessons.” 

He laughed again, “I don’t know if I can partake in helping you get out of your duties.” 

“You used too.” You fake pouted, moving to sit on one of the benches lining the path.

“Yes well that was before, this is now. I’m not a stable boy any longer. We both have different duties to attend to.” He said, turning to look at you. 

You frowned, “I thought your duties were to protect me.” 

“They are.” 

“Then you’d have to go with me if,,, say I snuck away to go down to the shore tomorrow. Where we used to go in the summer.” You grinned cheekily. 

“Yes, I would have to,” He admitted begrudgingly, “But, considering you have to handle preparations for the ambassadors stay, I would be forced to suggest waiting till after they leave on Friday.” 

You chuckled, “I like the way you think.” 

~~

The morning of the ambassadors arrival came all too quickly, and you woke early, carefully dressing. 

There was a knock on the door, around 9:30, to which you sighed, “Come in.” 

Sam appeared in the door, holding a glass box, “His highness says you must wear this.” 

You look wearily at the small crown he was holding, then back at him, “You’re joking me.” 

He shook his head, “Dream insisted.” 

“Oh for XD’s sake.” you muttered, taking the box, and moving to set it atop your desk.

Slowly you extracted the crown, setting it gently atop your hair, adjusting it slightly in the mirror before turning to Sam, “How’s it look?” 

“Heavy.” He laughed. 

“Oh shut up,” You grumbled, moving past him into the corridor, “How long until the ambassador arrives?” 

“Half an hour or so.” He reported.

~~ Negotiations had began the moment Wilbur Soot and his cabinet members walked in the door, hardly leaving any time for introductions. 

You sat uncomfortably in your chair, these men were not like the ones you were expecting to be meeting. 

They were loud, harsh, and in the young blonde boys case, quite rude.

“Simply put, we don’t want to start a fight if we don’t have to, with you or any of the other neighboring  kingdoms.” Wilbur finished. 

Dream crossed his arms, looking at the treaty that had been placed in front of him, “You want our land?” 

“No, we only want a small piece of your land, just the farms that are technically within L’manburg’s borders,” The young Lord Tubbo clarified, “The original treaty clearly designates them to us.” 

“With all due respect, Mr. President, His Highness never agreed to the original terms.” Bad pointed out. 

George nodded, “Your nation has grown separately, never attached to us, the farms have never been yours.” 

Dream couldn’t help but chuckle as he cocked his head, “Your here for something else, aren’t you?” 

Wilbur sighed, “Yes, I suppose we are. Well, gentlemen, I should come clean. I come here seeking power. Something to put me at an advantage. I came here to ask for (y/n)’s hand in marriage.” 

“Excuse me?” You snapped, eyes wide. 

“You heard me. I wish to make you my betrothed, lord knows its the most you could accomplish in a life time.” He repeated, something malicious in his voice. 

The Dream SMP’s side of the table grew very tense. 

“I reject your proposal,” You stared him dead in the eye, “I would never marry a man like you.” 

Before anyone else could speak, you stood, “Perhaps you’ll work out a different arrangement. If you’ll excuse me.” 

With that you gracefully glided out of the room, loyal knight on your heels. 

It wasn’t until you reached the safety of the farthest garden from the castle that you felt like you could breath again. 

“I’ll kill him,” Sam muttered, pacing along the path, “No one speaks to you like that and gets away with it.” 

You sank onto a bench, pulling the crown from your head and running your hands through your hair, “He’s vile! The whole lot of them are!” 

“They’ll never get away with this. Everyone knows you’re mi-” He stopped himself, shaking his head. 

“Why, for a moment did it look like Dream was actually considering it?” You muttered, tears springing into the corners of your eyes. 

Sam quickly sat beside you, taking your hands, “Hey, I won’t let it happen. You’re- you belong here.... with me.” 

You looked up at him, with wide eyes, “Sam- you really mean that? With you? Truly you’d allow it?” 

Practically the whole palace staff had known since you’d first met Sam that you’d fallen for him. It had seemed like you were always destined to be together. 

“Yes, if you would.” 

You nodded, resting your forehead against his, “I would.” 

For a moment, the world seemed right. 

For a moment, nothing was wrong. 

For a moment, it seemed like there was a chance. 

Until a loud explosion rang through the castle, ripping through the tranquil morning.

Distantly you could hear screams of pain, yells of triumph and fights breaking out. 

Sam quickly stood, turning to the castle, where all the other guards seemed to be running too. 

“Sam...” 

Your shaky voice broke him from his almost trance, “What wrong dove?” 

“Sam they all had gladiolus flowers on there lapels. They all- the all had gladiolus on there lapels.” 

How you hadn’t realized it before you weren’t sure. 

“What?” 

“Gladiolus means ready- or armed.” You said quietly.

Sam stared at you for a moment, before someone else entered the garden, “You really shouldn’t have turned down that proposal (y/n)!” 

“Run!” Sam yelled, grabbing your hand to pull you along with him. 

You ran blindly with him, down the paths and toward the back of the garden. 

Sam pushed you toward the gap in the hedge, “Go! Down by the shore, where we used to go in the summer. Go! I’ll be there as soon as I can, lock yourself inside, and only open up for me.” 

You barley had time to think before he shoved you through the hedge, turning and drawing his sword to face Wilbur. 

~~ You stumbled along the path, you were almost there- almost there- almost to the abandoned light house. 

The sounds of fighting faded behind you as you tripped once more, picking yourself up and going even faster as the sea came into view. 

You threw yourself against the lighthouse door to get it to open, quickly closing it behind you and locking the door. 

You leaned against it, struggling to catch your breath. 

After a moment, your eyes adjusted to the light, and you looked around at the dusty space. 

When you were young, this had been Sam and yours special place, somewhere to avoid lessons. 

The only servant who’d known about it had helped you move furniture out there long ago, and the space seemed semi inhabitable. 

You fumbled to light a lamp, then found your way to a cabinet, looking for a cloth, or rag to clean with. 

Soon you were busying yourself with fixing the place up, desperately trying to ignore the fact that Sam was taking a very long time to get there. 

Once you finished the first floor you climbed the stone steps to the next, and began working there. 

Night had nearly fallen when you heard a rough knock at the door. 

Armed with a small paring knife you’d found in the old kitchen you crept to the door, peaking out the small window to check who it was. 

Quickly you unlocked the door, throwing it open and pulling Sam inside, “Holy shit Sam you had me so worried!” 

He grunted, moving to sit at the table you had turned upright, as you locked the door again. 

“Are you hurt at all?” 

He shook his head, “Just tired, I came the long way, to make sure no one was following. Are you alright?” 

You sighed with relief, “I’ll be okay, long as your here.” 

Sam smiled, “I’ll be here through thick and thin.” 

[erinisdarling]

writing for bnha i 👀👀 what if you did a shinshou x reader late night talks? like a one-shot kind of thing? add on to it if you want, just the prompt from me, sowwy

— 🍰 strawberry shortcake anon

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.

grand masterlist.

boku no hiro akademia masterlist.

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x reader.

Genre: One-shot; fluff.

Prompt(s): Late night talks + cuddles + too many minutes on the phone + loving his laugh + gender neutral reader.

Warnings: Abuse of commas and a few cursing.

Word count: 1k

Notes: Oh my kermittt 👀 the 🍰 anon has reached me shdvbdhshz. You didn't specify gender so i made it neutral, i hope that's fine w you. Anyways, thanks a lot for the ask. ily sm 💞💞

   Night time was difficult for you, anything touched by the moonlight becoming a distraction from boredom.

   You had been trying to get some rest for the past two hours, but it was too quiet and you were too bored to sleep. A copy of ‘War and Peace’ laid on your bedside table and you just sat against the headboard staring ponderingly at the wall. Nothing worked, not even crying yourself to sleep.

   You were scrolling away on your phone when you saw that Shinsou was active. Hey you up? Not even a second later he replied. Obvi,, but go to sleep? It's like fuckin 3.15am dude.

   You snorted at his hypocrisy. Even tho you two didn't talk much, you knew he was a funny and good guy, despite the impression he left at the Sports Festival. Can't. You bit your cheek to keep yourself from laughing. Two teens that hardly talked, that aren't even in the same class — as you were in 1-b — bonded over something none of them could reach.

   Your phone silently buzzed and you gasped as an unknown number called you, but you instantly knew who it was. You untangled your legs from the sheets and took a seat in front of your desk as you picked up the phone.

   "Hey Shinsou!" you softly chuckled, spining the chair a little. He snorted from the other end of the phone. "Hi y/n!" his voice was croaky from dehydration, probably. He sounded attractive as fuck, you weren't gonna lie about that. 

   "Why are you awake?" you almost whispered, breaking the silence, throwing your head back a little and closing your eyes as you waited for his answer. "Insomnia." he breathed out and the dark circles under his eyes flashed through your mind. You wanted to kiss them. Why? You had no clue, at the time, so you just smiled at the thought. 

   The line was silent for some moments and you thought he actually fell asleep but his voice made you kinda jump when he finally spoke. "Hey, um...can you stay? For just a little." he was hesitant, you could tell. "I-if you want of course!" sleep was evident in his voice. 

   "Of course." you chuckled again and he sighed in gratitude. The line fell quiet again and the corners of your mouth tugged. Some minutes later you heard some soft snores coming from his side so you ended the call. Kinda started feeling tired yourself, you fell back into bed.

   For the next few weeks, this repeated, you or him calling the other one, striving for some comfort into the quietness you two shared. You got to know each other better, the hours you were talking with him seeming endless — a good endless.

   It felt good being there for him, being the reason he was able to fall asleep, knowing you made him feel comfortable, but you couldn't reside to just a phone. You wanted, no needed, more of him. Kinda selfish, you thought, so you didn't act on it.

   Bowls and cutlery clattered in the cafeteria as you sat down beside Tetsu who chomped away on his spinach. You softly patted his head, laughing when a grumble came from him.

   The warm rice touched your tongue and your tastebuds exploded with the flavour of many spices Lunch Rush was trying out on his new dish. 

   You unconsciously stopped chewing when your eyes landed on Shinsou's lavender ones across the room. You stared at each other and he nodded towards the doors. You instantly got the message and exited the cafeteria.

   They met him in the corridors as he walked along. "Would you like to come by my dorm tonight?" he was blunt, expecting rejection, so he decided to just rip off the bandaid. They paused for a second then smiled.

   "Sure!" their giggles were pure and it had his stomach doing flips. "What's the occasion?" they asked and a tinge of pink appeared on his cheeks. "I- uh...just wanna chill? Ya know..." he trailed of looking forward with a small smile on his lips. They smiled too, heading to their classroom with him and just temporarily forgetting about the bowl of rice they didn't finish. 

   The sun had fallen not long ago as you stood in front of his door — infiltrating class's 1-c dorm rooms had been easy, since the students knew you and simply let you in without asking too many questions. 

   He opened up right after you knocked and let you in. His room was tidy, with the exception of the typical trash you were 100% sure each high schooler's room had. It smelled of cologne and lemon, what does his hair smell like? There were heavy black curtains covering the sliding door to the balcony, probably to lessen the amount of sunlight entering inside the dorm. His bed was also neatly made as you sat on it, after he gave you the okay to do so.

   You criss crossed your legs as he turned on the LEDs to a light purple colour. He sat across from you and fumbled with the end of his sleeve. Some time later he opened his arms slightly, his face darkening and looking away.

   It was rare for him to ask for contact, his request for affection making you feel special. You chuckled and settled for his arms. 

   He was stiff at first, his heartbeat touching the spead of light. Later, as it slowed down to a steady rythm, he moved in a laying position on the bed and let you wrap your arms around his torso. Limbs tangled and breathing calm, it felt like heaven, like cloud nine. 

   His thumb was dragging over your arm in circles, soothing you to sleep. "Thank you," his chest rumbled as he spoke, "for being here". You hummed in acknowledgement. "Does that mean you'll stay?" he mumbled. Silence

"Just a little?" you voiced.

"As long as you want it to be. I'll be here. So please, stay."

"I wasn't planning on leaving anyways." You mumbled sleepily and he sighed in relief. He gave your forehead a kiss and placed his chin on top of yours.

   If anyone asked how you were feeling at that moment, you would definitely think of tired, but also safe, glad and loved. Too bad you'd keep the last three only for this boy to know.

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Mary Janes || [D.M.]

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anon: hiii could you do a draco x reader, us falling down the stairs? GJUTDXJO

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: Receiving new shoes you don’t like couldn’t possibly get worse, can it? Wrong! Next thing you know, you’re falling down the stairs with the Slytherin Prefect.

Words: 1.9k

angst || fluff

Warnings: let me know if there are any!

A/N: Hi nonnie! I enjoyed writing this. I made the reader Gryffindor to fit the story, but I hope this is what you had in mind. Have a nice day babes <3

She didn’t get anything for her birthday. Not that she was expecting anything because her family was on a tight budget but. . . .new shoes would have been nice.

“I want new shoes, mum. Maybe with a bit of heels? Or maybe just new plain Mary Janes. I dunno,” she had told her mother earlier that year.

But now as she looked at the opened shoe box in front of her, she couldn’t help but wish she hadn’t asked for anything at all. It was maybe about four inches tall, but she could just be exaggerating it with her imagination for she had never worn heels — it has always been flats. As she held it up to her level, she traced the glossy finish. These were definitely not school shoes. She read the card over and over: Merry Christmas, my baby. You’re a lady now, I hope you like these shoes!

I hope so, too.

She had shown it to Hermione, who was also taken aback. “Is it too tall?” [Y/N] had asked her. “Or am I just dramatic?”

“Well, it surely is something.” Hermione had lifted it up, inspecting the heel. [Y/N] even suggested shrinking it or doing some sort of charm or spell to make it smaller but Hermione told her it would only make the shoe itself tinier.

It’s been quite some time since she last opened that shoe box. Maybe around a week or two? As much as she loved her mother, she will not wear that monstrosity around campus. At least, that was the plan until a red envelope found itself clutched in her hand. To sum it up: no, it was not pretty. If she could translate the Howler into a painting, it would just be pure red paint splattered on the canvas.

“. . . .I HEARD FROM A RESPECTABLE PREFECT THAT YOU HAVE BEEN VERY UNGRATEFUL. . . .”

[Y/N] kept her eyes shut as the Howler spitted more words.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], I SPENT GALLEONS ON THOSE WRETCHED SHOES, YOU BETTER MAKE SOMETHING OUT OF THEM—”

She had only kept sipping on her soup as her mother’s voice boomed all over the Great Hall until the Howler ripped itself up in the air. A couple of Slytherins were guffawing in their seats, and so she found herself considering spraining her own ankles.

Apparently, someone snitched on her and told her mother she hadn’t been wearing her new shoes. She swore she’d hunt down whoever it was and hex them with every single jinx she could think of and make them regret they even wrote a single word. Since she hadn’t a clue on who it was yet, she thought about the sprained ankle option over and over. [Y/N] even told the other three about this; Ron — who [Y/N] thought would find it funny — simply chuckled nervously, Harry remained silent as he studied the shoes, and Hermione had been thoroughly displeased.

The next morning, she pulled out the box. Maybe she should have practiced walking in it earlier that night. . . .

Well, no turning back now. She removed the cover and unwrapped the paper obscuring the shoes from the view. Oh, Merlin, would it hurt to use the Avada Kedavra spell on myself right now?

She sucked in a breath as she put the shoes on the floor. I’m doing it, I’m really doing it, she thought. The back was definitely hurting the back of her foot already and she haven’t even walked yet!

It was safe — or not — to say the first five minutes was hell. It was hell long after that, but she couldn’t even have the time to complain to herself as she fumbled to walk a straight line. Hermione was nowhere to be found, probably making hats or maybe she went to the library. . . .

Alright, I’m out of the common room. Breakfast. Just go down to the Great Hall and get breakfast. No biggie.

Going down the staircases to the dorms was an indescribable pain, but she made it through. Maybe she had a shot after all. Just that one last staircase left, [Y/N]. You can do this, just keep to the railings.

She leaned back against a wall, taking a deep breath before making her way towards the marble staircase leading to the entrance hall. Oh, good gracious. . . .

Three steps in, she caught sight of a couple of Slytherins leaning on the balcony and eyeing the Gryffindors passing by below. She knew she was brave, but being a Gryffindor in high heels walking past a group of Slytherins was enough to be called a death sentence.

Within the tenth step, she was only two more steps away from going down the staircase. It was wide, so there was a bit of distance between her and the Slytherins. When she got there, she felt herself wobble that she had to embrace the newel cap. There were so many things to look out for: the Slytherins, not breaking the newel cap, and not breaking her ankle.

The Slytherins eyed her with a narrow gaze, laughs threatening to spill. She named the three in her mind. Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson the Slytherin Prefects along with Blaise Zabini and Draco’s two bodyguards.

She managed an awkward smile as she pulled away from the newel post of the stairs. “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

Draco Malfoy was nearest to her, and he was holding back a laugh. She knew who he was — that spoiled brat who gets away with literally everything concerning picking on Gryffindors and random first years. She wrinkled her nose at him as she walked backwards, patting the newel cap as a form of goodbye. She tried to keep to the railings but the heels caught on the edge of the first step.

She wobbled and took two steps toward the Slytherin group. Draco’s smile faltered. He seemed as if he was about to run away but his feet were glued to the landing.

“I HEARD FROM A RESPECTABLE PREFECT. . .” Her mother’s voice ringed her ears, threatening to burst her mind.

“You!” She pointed at his bewildered face accusingly. “Prefect — !”

Suddenly, she felt the heel of her shoes slip an inch off a marble step. Maybe she could just reach for her wand and do something.

But it was all happening so fast so she did the next best thing. She dug her hand into the Slytherin prefect’s shoulder, pulling him with her as she tilted backward.

She heard something break.

Please don’t be my ankle, please don’t be my ankle, please don’t be my ankle. I take it back, I take it back, I take it back.

They toppled over and over, sliding and tumbling down the marble staircase as the Slytherins jeered and made comments she could not hear. What she could hear was her company grunting.

The two groaned as they finally reached the end of the staircase, where they ended up splayed on the floor. [Y/N] opened her eyes, and realized with a start she was on top of the prefect.

Draco lay on the floor with [Y/N] resting unflatteringly on top of him, and from afar it was a hilarious sight. But from up close, it was just purely embarrassing. She moaned in pain. Draco opened his eyes as well.

[Y/N] drew in a breath, smelling the scent of citrus from nearby. “That smells— is that you?”

“What?” Draco let out a long moan, making [Y/N] turn crimson. “I broke my arm! You will hear from my—”

“Your father, yeah? Wait till he hears his son butts in to other people’s personal lives.”

“Merlin, I might have broken my arm!”

Rolling her eyes, [Y/N] raised her fist up to his face and it was inches away when his own hands went up to defend his face. “Your arm’s fine, my ankle’s not. But boy, you smell really good. Agh, my ankle hurts.”

“What? Get up or I’ll deduct five points form Gryffindor.”

“Like you can do that. Prefects can’t deduct points.”

“I’ll make sure I can one day,” he retorted, glaring up at her as he rubbed his head with his hand. “Get up!”

“You know what? No.”

“No?”

“No,” she said firmly. They were too close to each other and she could still smell the citrus fragrance wafting from his neck.

“You smell good too, you know.”

“What?” With that, she fell back and recoiled away from him but she found that she could not stand. A few students from the Great Hall emerged with curious eyes. Professor McGonagall was the first adult to step out, studying the scene.

“Goodness, what happened here?” she said.

“Long story. . . .Mary Janes.” [Y/N] was far too out of breath to explain anything at all, and she was sure she had a concussion so she let herself sink back to the floor, a part of her leg still intertwined with Draco’s.

•———

They’d been in the Hospital Wing for about an hour now and the pathetic partition was set between them, curtains drawn and all. Madam Pomfrey had just finished tending to their bruises and making sure their heads were fine and left them in their beds.

[Y/N] was muttering under her breath about how glad she was Umbridge wasn’t there.

“I can hear you, you know.”

“And you’re gonna tell on me and use your spiky Slytherin privileges, huh? Classic.”

“What were you even doing with those heels?” He shifted in his bed. She knew because she could see his legs move under his blanket.

“Oh, so it wasn’t you then,” she said. “Sorry.”

“What’d you think I do?” This was probably the first they’ve had a decent conversation. In fact, this was their first exchange ever.

“Told my mother I wasn’t wearing the shoes she bought me,” she replied. “Which, now that I think about it, it’s more plausible Ron sent it as joke.” She thought about how Ron had shrunk away at the mention of the letter and the shoes as she silently laughed to herself.

Silence.

“I didn’t break my ankle, just sprained it a bit. The sound of breaking was the heel of my shoes.” [Y/N] looked up at the ceiling, sighing as she did so. “Just as well. Those shoes were literal hell.”

“I personally think it looked nice until you brought me down with you,” he retorted. The two erupted in lighthearted laughter.

“I personally think you smelled nice,” she said, immediately regretting it. Thank you to whoever there is to thank that these partitions blocked me from view.

“You made that clear,” he said in response. “I think you smelled nice too, if that makes anything better.”

“It doesn’t,” she started. “My ankle still hurts but thank you very much.”

“You’re not so bad for a Gryffindor.”

“That doesn’t sound as romantic as you think it does but I’m not even gonna argue.”

“You’re not gonna tell me I’m not so bad for a Slytherin?”

“No, you still suck.” She smiled, and she had a feeling he was also grinning.

“Understandable,” he said.

And they spent the rest of their time in the Hospital Wing playing Would You Rather and talking about a bunch of things. [Y/N] had to admit he was indeed not bad for a Slytherin as one of her friends might think, but she wouldn’t let him have this win just yet.

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[sparks-joy-imagines]

hate sex with gintoki + hijikata😨

hey anon, thank you for requesting, this was fun! I hope you like it😊 -niob

GN reader

warning: not sfw, reader gets penetrated, unsafe intercourse (pls don’t do this), oral (giving), rough, biting, hair pulling

Gin:

you stomp down the street, annoyed by the task your grandmother made you do: give the nice workers of Odd Jobs a small package of mochi as thank you for saving her clumsy cat from a tree last week

you ring the doorbell, but no one answers, you get impatient and let yourself in, after all you just want to drop off the present and be on your merry way

as you step inside you hear a noise and enter the room to give the mochi to one of the kids

unfortunately, the kids were out doing some errands and only Gintoki was there, sitting in his chair, feet resting on the desk and reading a Shōnen Jump, you sigh when you realise you have no choice but to deal with the lazy mob head, who didn't even bother to open the door

he saw your grumpy expression and was just as annoyed as you were, he started to provoke you right off the bat, telling you how irritating it was to see your face on such a nice day and how dare you to just enter his house without permission

already worked up you lash back at him without a second thought, storming towards him and tearing the magazine out of his hands, throwing it into a corner and placing the small package of mochi on the desk

he jumps from his chair, angrily grabbing you by the collar and pulling you so close that you can smell the sweets he just ate and  notice his crimson-coloured eyes

“what's your problem, bitch?” he snarls with anger

“if anything, you are my problem, asshole,” you retort

“well, fuck you, then,” he scoffs

“do it yourself,” you say under your breath without thinking about it

Gin’s eyes widen and he snaps at your remark, grabbing you by the neck and starts kissing you sloppy and aggressive, biting your lower lip, you immediately put your arms around him pressing your chest tightly against his, digging your nails in his back while his hands roam your body up and down, then squeezing your ass and thighs so hard that his fingernails dig into your skin and leave marks, you whimper at the stinging sensation and cling to him, trying not to fall backwards while he spins you around and pushes you in the direction of the desk

when your backside bums against the surface, he moves his mouth to your neck, biting and tugging on your sensitive skin with his teeth, creating marks and love bites, that will be visible for at least a week, the intoxicating pain makes you grab a fistful of his white hair and pull and yank at it, drawing a low grunt out of his throat

you hear a ripping sound as he tugs at your clothes, growling frustratedly against your neck while you fumble at his belt

after getting rid of your clothes, he grabs you at your hips and turns you around while pushing you against the hard wooden desk with his whole body, then inserting a finger without warning, the sudden intrusion makes you gasp, and you arch your back, pushing back against him as you can’t believe you actually want more of this, you hear a chuckle from him and feel a second finger entering you

he is hissing insults in your ear as he pulls out his fingers and without a second to lose shoves himself harshly into your throbbing hole, reaching deeply inside you, prodding your sweet spot, making you inhale sharply and release a loud moan

one of his hands holds you in place by your hip, the other hand is pressing your torso down on the desk as he mercilessly pounds into you from behind

he ruthlessly continues to fuck into you while a sadistic grin forms on his face, hearing you moan so loud and lewd just fuels him even more and he picks up the pace

you feel one of his hands snaking around your torso and yank you up until your shoulders meet his chest, this position brings you closer to your climax as you feel his hard thrusts against your core

Gin lets out a deep groan as you contract around him, he finally pushes you over the edge with a deep thrust, following right after you, riding out his orgasm with a few more strokes, spilling his seed inside you

he holds you tightly, panting next to your ear as you both slowly come down from your high

you won’t be able to walk properly the next day(s)

 Hijikata:

after having a drink to release some stress, build up due to being treated like a sandbag by Okita all day long Hijikata was on his way back to the barracks, the drink did not help that much, and its little relaxing effect was gone the second he saw you walking down the streets, on your way home

why did he have to meet you of all people when he was in such a bad mood to begin with? he despised how you talk, how you move, your face and this little smile you showed most of the time except for when you looked at him, no, when you look at him your brows furrow immediately and if looks could kill he would be long dead, and the most annoying thing was that you were so goddamn attractive

your smooth voice, your graceful movements, your alluring eyes, and your tempting lips, it all drove him insane and now of all times intoxicated with alcohol he felt all those repressed and pent-up feelings and thoughts crashing down on him all at once

you saw him walking towards you as you were fidgeting with your house keys, the expression on his face resembling a real demon, grinding his teeth, asking in a low tone what the hell you were doing here

usually you had no problem with the police, but this guy was pissing you off every time you saw him, and on top of that he was so good looking, which irritated you even more

you give him a nasty glance but decide to ignore him, simply trying to get past him, Hijikata makes a quick step back and to the side, standing in your pathway and halting your movements

“I said: what the hell are you doing here? Don’t you know there are dangerous people around?”

you glare at him, he wants trouble? he can get it

“the only danger out here is you, you tax thief”

“stop being so irritating, with your stupid perfect smile and dumb shiny hair”

you look at him in absolute disbelief, puzzled whether his remarks were meant as a compliment or an insult

“excuse you, you are the one picking a fight right in front of my door?”

“well, if that's the case then why don’t we take the fight inside, I dare you”

his voice was deeper than before and his words didn’t sound like a threat anymore, much more like a suggestion, catching you off guard

this stupid tax thief, why would he say stuff like this with his stupid deep voice, when you argue every time, you see each other? this stupid, handsome tax thief, could it be that you are not the only one having late night fantasies about the other? not that you would ever admit it out loud

without a word you took a step forward to nudge against his side with your shoulder and head for the door only a few more steps ahead

you put the key into the keyhole and turn your head around

“you wanna fight, or what?” you ask him with a smirk on your lips

within a second Hijikata is right behind you and you turn the key to open the door

he pushes you through the door, his hands on your hips, he slams the door shut behind him, grabs your wrist pulls you close to him and hungrily kisses you

you kiss him back and direct him towards the bedroom while roaming your hands on his chest, his tongue toying with yours, you can taste the alcohol and cigarettes

you take off his uniform jacket and let it fall to the ground while he pushes you to the bed and makes you sit down on it

he’s towering over you, looking down on you with a mixture of dislike and lust in his eyes while he opens his belt and pants and tugs them down a little bit, just enough to reveal his hard length, the red tip already coated with pre-cum

he grabs your hair and shoves you closer, you hesitantly part your lips and mouth up his member, having a salty taste on your tongue

he pushes himself deeper, making you choke a little as he lets out a husky growl

you work your mouth up and down his length, stirring him up even more, he pulls roughly at your hair, suddenly yanking your head back

he takes off your and his own remaining clothes, crawls over you, and pushes you further to the middle of the bed

his hands feel up your nether regions, finding the spot, which makes you moan and throw back your head

he pushes your knees up and press them to your stomach, rubbing his cock at your entrance, abruptly plunging inside you with a raunchy grunt

he starts thrusting slowly but very hard, making you whimper, grabbing the bed sheets beneath you

“faster!” you command after a short while, biting down on your lip

Hijikata does as he’s told, thrusting faster inside you, pushing your closer to your release

you feel the waves of pleasure crashing down on you as he shoots his load deep inside you with a loud groan

he falls on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, while your breaths start to slow down

gosh, you hated him so much

[little-diable]

Script - Chris Evans (smut)

Request by anon: I really like your writing! I’d love a Chris Evans or Steve Rogers story using prompts 10 & 24. Thanks!!!

Enjoy my loves. xxx

10 “I can’t keep on acting like we’re just friends”

24 “Let them hear you scream my name”

“(Y/n),” Chris whined into the phone, he was laying on the sofa in his trailer, eyes focused on his script, cursing the words that somehow didn’t want to stick with him. 

“What?” his friends annoyed undertone made him chuckle. “I need your help,” Chris chewed on his pen, he felt desperate, didn't want to embarrass himself on set, didn’t want people to make fun of him, for not knowing his lines. 

“Of course you do,” she muttered under her breath. “I’ll be there in twenty,” she hung up the phone. 

Her jaw was clenched, hard eyes focused on the road, hands wrapped around the steering wheel, a storm was raging inside her mind, of course Chris would only call her, if he needed help. She hated herself for getting that excited as she read the name of his caller-ID, (y/n) couldn’t even think back to a time, where she hadn’t felt the tingles, the butterflies, every time she’d be near him, every time she’d hear his voice. 

“Evans,” she pounded her fist against the door of his trailer, sunglasses kept on hiding her tired eyes, she was holding two cups of coffee in the other hand, impatiently tapping her foot. 

“There she is, finally, what took you so long?” he chuckled as she stepped into the trailer, pushing his coffee into his hand, “yeah, you’re welcome.” 

(Y/n) plopped down on the sofa, hands automatically grasping the script, she couldn’t let herself admire him in that gorgeous blue shirt, didn’t allow herself to be lured into any smalltalk, couldn’t and wouldn’t stay around him for too long. 

“Come on, old man, let’s get this over and done with,” she mumbled, falling back into their normal routine. Ever since they had crossed paths she had been his study partner, she’d run his lines with him, endless nights of cursing the cowriters for coming up with those words. 

“Don’t know what I’d do without you,” Chris had his legs sprawled out on her lap, arms crossed behind his back, bright eyes hooked on her frame. “You definitely wouldn’t be an actor, no more,” her heart skipped a few beats at the sound of his laughter. 

“Will you watch?” Chris grasped her hand, fumbling around with her fingers, he’d always feel much calmer every time she’d be around the set, watching him do his scenes, teasing him all about his acting. 

But (y/n) couldn’t stay, at least not when he’d shoot a love scene, where he’d kiss somebody that wasn’t her, arms slung around the actresses waist, lips moving in synch with hers. Of course (y/n) knew, that it was “just acting”, but that was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach, insides churning as she’d wish for nothing more than to be the one he’d wrap his arms around. 

“No, no I won’t,” (y/n) rose from the sofa, pushing his legs off her lap, she walked up to her bag, ready to leave the trailer, to go back home and eat a bunch of comfort foods. “What? Why? You always watch my scenes,” Chris grasped her wrist, he turned her towards him, frowning as his eyes fell upon her distressed expression. 

“Scenes where you don’t kiss someone,” (y/n) mumbled before she could stop herself from oversharing her thoughts, both froze on the spot, her eyes slowly wandered up his face, hooked on his bright ones. She cleared her throat and stepped away from Chris. 

“Do I look that awful while kissing somebody?” Chris tried to come up with any explanation. 

“No, Chris,” (y/n) sighed. “What is it, (y/n)?” He stepped closer, set on finding out what was going on inside his friends head. 

“I can’t watch you kiss somebody else, while I wish that the person you kiss would be me,” (y/n) whimpered, her eyebrows were furrowed together. “I can’t keep on acting like we’re just friends,”  she shot him one last glance before she turned her back on him and walked out of the trainer, she had to get away, not giving him any chance to respond to her confession. 

Tears were blurring her vision, (y/n) placed her forehead against her steering wheel, god, why did she have to tell him? He’ll probably never talk to her ever again, how embarrassing, why why why? (Y/n) deeply exhaled as she left the studio, driving towards her apartment, ready to bury herself between a few blankets, stuffing her face with ice cream, cursing Chris Evans for simply being himself. 

(Y/n) had been laying there, back pressed against her sofa, blankets covering her frame, for hours, phone on silent, not noticing the messages he had sent her, the countless times he had tried to call her. A knock ripped her out of her thoughts, slowly (y/n) walked towards her door.

“Chris?” He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, an angry expression graced his features. He strode past her, right into her living room. 

“How could you?” His deep voice made her shudder. “I’m sorry,” (y/n) whispered, she felt like a small child, ready to be scolded by her dad for doing something so stupid. 

“How could you say all those words and just leave? Without giving me any chance to respond? I fucked up my scene, because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and those perfect lips I want to kiss,” Chris placed his hands on her cheeks, she gawked up at him, no words left her mouth, too confused by his words. “Fuck, (y/n), I’ve been in love with you from the first day I met you,” he whispered, hands wandering down to her middle. 

Chris dipped his head down and finally pressed his lips against hers, she responded to his touch right away, arms slung around his neck, blood was rushing in her ears, tingles shot up her spine, overtaking her body. He picked her up, made her wrap her legs around his waist, not breaking their kiss once.

“Bedroom,” she mumbled against his lips. 

Chris carried her towards her bed, hovering above her as he placed her down on the mattress. “I love you,” Chris whispered over and over again, glad to finally be able to say those words out loud. “I love you too,” she chuckled, fingers wandering underneath his shirt, tracing his abs, obsessed with the way his skin felt underneath her fingers. He helped her take off the light fabric, her eyes wandered up and down his chest, admiring his skin, hands tracing loose shapes and patterns.

“Doll,” Chris muttered, snapping her out of her trance, he attached his lips to hers once again, hands tugging on her sweatpants, taking them down her legs. “God, (y/n),” his mind was racing, drunk on the way she tasted, the way she felt against his skin, heart skipping a few beats every now and then. He impatiently pulled off her shirt, groaning as his eyes fell on her bare chest, no bra to hide her skin from his hungry eyes.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Chris sucked on her skin, hands cupping her boobs. 

A shuddered breath fell from (y/n)s lips, her fingers ran up his back, nails already leaving a few red marks behind, something he’d definitely tease her about later on. Chris kissed his way down her upper body, settling between her thighs, he nuzzled his nose against her clothed core, his name escaped her lips, back arched for him, moaning as he ripped her panties apart, tongue sliding through her folds. 

Chris devoured her, worshipped her in every way possible, he rubbed her clit with his thumb, teasing her skin, fingers dipping into her heat, exploring her wetness for the first time ever. He felt his length throb against his trousers, rock hard by now, aching to finally be buried inside of her, like he had dreamt about for ages. 

“Chris,” she called out his name, his eyes found hers, telling him everything he needed to know. 

“Condom?” He breathed out, eyes looking around her room. “Top drawer,” (y/n) whispered, watching him pull the material over his impressive length. “I love you,” he repeated, kissing her as he ran the tip of his member through her folds, a growl wrecked through him, (y/n) wrapped her legs around his middle, heels digging into the small of his back, getting him to push forwards, sinking into her heat. Their moans got mixed up, high on the feeling of finally being one, no clothes between them, skin on skin. 

She tried to bite down on her lip, toning down the volume of her sounds, mind focused on her thin walls, too scared to attract any unwanted attention. Chris tugged on her lip. 

“Let them hear you scream my name,” he smirked at her, set on watching her fall apart, while she’d moan his name. Her eyes fluttered close, he felt bigger than she was used to, nothing she had every experience, already obsessed with feeling that stretched and full. 

“Jesus fuck, you’re so tight,” Chris nuzzled his head against the crook of her neck, inhaling her heavenly scent, slowly building up the speed of his thrusts. Moans spilled out of her lips, he grazed her sweet spot over and over, pushing her closer to the edge, she could have already cum in that exact moment, his sounds were enough to make the knot in her belly grow tighter. 

“I’m not gonna last long,” he panted. “Shit,” (y/n) curled her toes, nails clawing into his shoulders, he felt too good buried that deep inside of her, meeting spots nobody had ever managed to graze. 

“So pretty,” Chris eyes wandered down to her hips, watching himself disappear into her heat with every thrust, her sounds engulfed him, urged him on, intensifying the heavenly pleasure. By now he ferociously pounded in and out of her, skin meeting hers, the noise echoed through the room, leaving them breathless as they were pushed over the edge. 

(Y/n) moaned his name as her walls clenched around him, fluttering as her orgasm crashed upon her, her eyes were pressed shut. The speed of his thrusts began to falter, Chris growled as he released himself into the tight fabric, hands placed on either side of her head. 

“Shit,” he chuckled, slowly pulling out of her, getting rid of the condom, eyes hooked on her the whole time. (Y/n) watched him with those gorgeous (y/e/c) eyes of hers, smiling as he crawled back underneath the covers, tightly wrapping his arms around her. 

[neon-junkie]

Stubborn

Summary: If Micah won't listen to your advice and improve how he goes down on you, then maybe you'll just have to take this matter into your own hands. 

Pairing: Micah Bell x f!Reader

Word Count: 1855

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Bickering/Arguments, Oral, BJ’s, Established relationship, 69. 

Notes: Inspired by the anon who said Micah wouldn’t be a good coochie eater, and other anon who said he could improve!!

If Micah had a middle name, it'd be 'stubborn' because that man will never listen to anybody but himself. He's more than a handful to date; when he's in a good mood, he's wonderful to be around, strangely kind and affectionate which is a sight you thought you'd never see. But when Micah's in one of his moods, he won't listen to a word you say, regardless of how you say it. Today is one of those days, his 'moody days' as you call them. He woke up on the wrong side of the bed and has been moping around the camp all day, bickering with anybody who looked at him, including yourself. You'd asked Micah to fetch you a cup of coffee whilst you were sewing a hole in his jeans back together, only for him to roll his eyes and groan, despite getting it anyway.

"That attitude will bite you in the ass one day, Micah," you tell him as he sits down next to you, handing you the cup. "Now what's that meant to mean?" Micah frowned. "You know what it means. You're having one of those moody days, aren't you?" "I ain't havin' one of those, I don't get them. I ain't moody, maybe a bit stubborn, but you make me out to be a lot worse than I am," Micah scoffs at you. He hates the name you have for this off-days, and he always gets worse when you point out the strop he's in. "You're in a mood and you know it. I bet it's all because I said no to suckin' your dick this morning," you reply after taking a sip of your coffee. "Well, maybe if you sucked it then I wouldn't be like this, huh?" Micah suggests, leaning back to rest his weight on his elbows, one leg crossed whilst the other remained stretched out. "I've already told you, Micah. I ain't gonna put the effort in until you get better at pussy eating," you shrug. "There's nothin' wrong with my pussy eatin' abilities. I can make you cum, what more do you need?" "You've gotta figure out what exactly makes me itch, then keep doin' that. Don't you wanna see me melt to your touches?" "You already do melt. I just don't get what you're complaining about," Micah shakes his head, groaning at the same time. You huff, taking a quick sip of your coffee and placing his half-sewn jeans on the floor. You stand up, pulling Micah up with you who continues to protest but stands up without making you pull all of his weight. With your hand on his, you drag him to your tent, quickly fastening the flaps behind you. "What're you doin', sweetheart?" Micah asks as he watches you fumble with the tent flaps, eventually shutting them. "Lie down, Micah," you say as you point to your bedroll. Micah rolls his eyes and places his hands on his hips. "And why would I do that?" "You want them jeans sewn, don't you?" you blackmail him, though Micah does as you order him to. He lies down on your bedroll, chucking his hat to the corner of the tent. He crosses one leg over the other, resting his hands on his stomach as he gives you an expression that says 'now what?' "I'm gettin' real sick of how stubborn you are, Micah," you begin as you reach under your skirt to remove your undergarments, letting them slide down your legs as you kick them to the corner of the tent. "I've told you time and time again that you've got areas to work on, yet you refuse to acknowledge that and fix them," you continue, settling on your knees beside him, bunching up your skirt so it doesn't get stuck underneath you. You swing one leg over his shoulder, exposing yourself to him. His eyes go a little wide at the bold move. You'd sat on his face many times, but there was something about your dominant aura that made Micahs cock begin to twitch. "If you're not gonna listen to me, then just shut up and do something useful with that mouth for once," you tell him, peering over your shoulder to look down at him. Your head looks forward as you push your hips down against his face, and instinctively, Micah sticks his tongue out and begins to eat you out.     His hands come up to grab hold of your thighs, the cold leather of his coat sending a shiver down your spine as it brushes against your skin. Micah's a little messy, attacking you with his tongue but eventually, your words finally seem to click in his brain. Micah brushes over your clit, his facial hair slightly tickling you, making your thigh muscles shake as you let out a moan. You enjoy it when he does that, don't you? So he does it again, over and over, noticing how quickly that little action can turn you into a panting mess. He won't admit it, but you were right; he needed to focus on what you seem to enjoy the most, rather than just attacking you and hoping for the best. He moves his tongue off your clit, slowly sliding it across your entrance before pushing it inside of you. Micah fucks you with his tongue, his cock beginning to ache as you ride his face, fucking yourself with his tongue. He notices that your thighs are no longer shaking, but you're humming instead of moaning like before. He's admitted to you before how much he loves you riding his face, and watching you do it now makes his head spin and his cock feel heavy. Micah tightens his grip on your thighs, pulling you off his tongue. "Atta girl," Micah coos as he slides a finger into you, kissing along your thigh whilst his finger rubs at that spot inside of you. "Always so pretty for me, ain't you?" he compliments between kisses, another finger sliding inside of you. You let out a moan as Micah works at you, the rough pads of his fingertips brushing perfectly against that spot. "And those moans, oooh. You know exactly how to make my cock throb," he chuckles, his facial hair itching deliciously against your thighs. "I've seen your poor cock throbbing this whole time. Maybe you deserve a reward for finally listening to me, huh?" you say as you begin to unbuckle his pants. He's wearing black for once, an outfit you rarely see despite it being one of your favorites. You were somewhat thankful when his white pants ripped, sarcastically saying "oh no. Now you'll have to wear those black pants for once!" You don't keep Micah waiting for too long, dipping your head down so you can swirl your tongue around the tip of his flushed cock, the taste of his precum strong on your tongue. He lets out a hum as he continues to eat you out, eventually letting out a choked moan when you take his length in your mouth in one sudden bold mood, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Micahs head falls back against the bedroll, biting his lips as he tries not to moan too loudly. It's the middle of the day and the camp is busy for once, only the two of you have found yourselves in this position rather than getting some work done. It is Micah's fault, after all. "Don't get distracted," you hum as you quickly slide his cock out of your mouth. "Sorry, sugarpie," Micah replies. He goes back to eating you out, swirling his tongue over your clit, occasionally sucking on the bundle of nerves. The longer Micah stays down there, the better he gets. You finally have to pull his cock from your mouth so you can whimper and moan, resting your head on his thigh as you lazily stroke his cock. "You gonna cum for me, love?" Micah asks against your folds. "Uh-huh," you sigh, nodding at the same time. You roll your hips in time with the way Micah flicks his tongue. Finally, your body shakes as you cum on his tongue, and continues to shake even more as Micah moves his tongue up across your entrance, lapping at your juices, cleaning you up. You continue to lazily stroke him, his cock throbbing against your palm as he aches for release. When your body feels stable again, you shift up onto your elbows, taking Micahs length back into your mouth. Micah rests his forehead against one of your thighs, kissing along them as his hands slide up to massage your ass. "Good girl," Micah praises as you take his length down your throat, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing up and down. You move one hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them in time with your thrusts. Micah always loses himself when you do that. He moves one hand off your thigh to hold the back of your head, bucking his hips up against your mouth as he lets out a cry, spending himself down your throat. Micah moves his hips back down as fast as he slammed them up, not wanting you to choke for once, probably because the two of you were meant to be working and he didn't want to give it away. You swallow as you slide him out your mouth, finally de-mounting him and sitting down beside him. Micah grins at you as he sits upright, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, though his beard is still glistening from your juices. "Better?" Micah simply asks. "You're getting there," you tell him as you pull your undergarments back on. "Well, as long as I'm improving," Micah shrugs as he tidies his clothes up, placing his hat on afterward. "That's the most positive thing I've heard you say in weeks," you joke. Micah rolls his eyes and ignores your comment, helping you to your feet then unfastening the tent flaps, pinning them open as the two of you return to camp. "You gonna finish sewing my jeans up now, darlin'?" Micah asks. "I might if you fetch me another cup of coffee. My other one is definitely cold now," you reply. "Fine, I'll fetch you another," he shakes his head. You turn to leave but Micah pulls you back, spinning you around so he can steal a quick kiss. "Next time you want your pussy ate, straddle me like you just did," Micah says against your lips, placing another kiss on them afterward. "I'll definitely be doing that more often, especially now you're finally listening to me," you smile. "Ah, don't get cocky," Micah tuts. He lets you walk off, returning to the spot you were sat at earlier, his half-sewn jeans still on the floor. Micah eventually joins you with a fresh cup of coffee and a kiss to your temple. He watches you work for a little while before lying back against you, using your thigh as a pillow whilst he has an afternoon nap as you finish off your sewing.

[moonvains]

How would you feel about writing a Nagito x fem!Reader where he has Hanahaki over her? I’d prefer angst with a happy ending but that’s up to you

Nagito x Fem! Reader - Hanahaki Disease

‘How would you feel about writing a Nagito x fem!reader where he has Hanahaki over her? I’d prefer angst with a happy ending but thats up to you’

Hello Anon !! I absolutely love this request, I feel like theres so much I can do with it y’know? I added my own twist that is very, very angsty, and made me cry once or twice. but hopefully, this happy ending will work in some ways - Mod Mikan

Italics = Flashbacks/Past

Standard = Present Tense

TW for accidental overdose scene and seizures

TW for emetophobia, goes without saying since I’m writing a hanahaki plot!

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It started with the hiccups, small breathy hitches in his chest, that felt like collapsed buildings and porcelain shards, it stung his throat. Nagito, most very naive, thought almost nothing of it at first. That changed, when he sat heaving and coughing over the fancy porcelain toilet at hopes peak.

As he sat there on his knees, sweat dripping from his head, a pain in his cheek and sticky palms wiped onto his dress pants, he cursed himself with his luck.

It could be worse, just a stomach bug, my luck has obviously changed..

That is what he thought, or maybe wanted to think. A thought deeply embedded into his frail mind every time there is a mild convenience burdening his way. Its just my luck.

Though, as he looked up, green eyes glossing over what would usually be a nasty sight of a quick snack.

Nagito saw flowers, ethereal, magenta roses, dainty petunias and elegant dandelions, floating in the water below him, almost as if they were dancing.

Once again, his breath hitched, though he wasn’t sure if it was from whatever this was. This wasn’t his luck, this wasn’t despair, this wasn’t hope. This was plain, lonely, one sided symptoms of something so delicate, something so sad.

Nagito met you on a summer day, a cool breeze blowing, his hair stuck to his lips like glue. Ultimate luck he guessed. The rest wasn’t important, it was forgotten, and it was irrelevant and it was stupid.

stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid

Nagito was stupid from the moment he ran into you, from the moment he brushed his lips against yours, and from the moment he looked into your eyes. he was stupid.

Stupid to think he, a disappointment, a burden, would ever be graced with something as angelic, gentle and kindhearted as you. He was right, he was really stupid.

It all made sense after you were taken away. The words still rang in his head, quite frequently

Nagito yawned, for a day where he had almost nothing to do, he was quite sleepy. He sat in class 1-A, it was Friday “study” period for class 77-B. Usually you would sit next to him or sleep on his shoulder, or maybe play video games with Chiaki. Though this time you were sick with a bad case of the flu, and he was bored shitless. He blew his hair off his face, only to watch it float back down, then he’d blow it up again.

This went on for about 15 minutes until he got a call, he wishes he didn’t get it, though knows if he didn’t pick up, it would’ve been worse.

“Nagito.. I think I messed up”, your words were slurred, hiccuping and teary.

He knew immediately something bad had happened, he would tell in the way his stomach dropped, and the uneasy anxiousness took over his body.

“Can you please come back to my house, its only me here, I need help”.

Nagito didn’t have to think twice, he ran to your house in a sprint. he didn’t know what was going on, nor what had taken place. Though with the urgency in your house, and the way you sounded off the edge of reality, he knew it was bad.

He didn’t think it would be this bad, he didn’t think it would be his fault, But it was, thats how luck works.

He walked into your house, door unlocked, the air smelt musty and there was silence apart from a dripping tap and muffled crying, it’s not hard to guess which one he went running too.

He ran into the living room to find you on the floor in a ball, your lips were blue, skin pale and eyes wider than they’d ever been before.

“Please just help me”, you sobbed. “I didn’t mean to do this”

Nagito clenched his fists while he sat, flashbacks of what happened circled through his mind. the bathroom floor was cold but his hands felt hot. He didn’t want to admit it, but this was a long time coming.

Hanahaki disease, one sided love huh? I guess it is one sided to love someone nonexistent. What hurt the most is that there was no recovering, the cure stems from the love being returned. There is no love from six feet underground, only worms, maggots and empty promises.

Eyes clenched shut, Nagito held your hair back as you expelled whatever was left in your stomach, he hated that you were in pain, there was yet to be an explanation of what was happening. Walking in only to find his lover sprawled out of the floor, crying slurred nothings before vomiting all over the carpet.

“I..I”

“Speak slowly my love, whats happened?’

“I took a handful of those herbal flu pills you left out on the counter this morning, I figured because they were plant based ”

Thats right, Nagito thought, he left his medication on the counter this morning after staying the night.

his medication on the counter

not herbal pills

a handful of Prozac 50mg capsules

he felt his heart stop

his mind searched for the side affect panel on the pamphlet when he first started taking them

strange dreams, dry mouth, decreased appetite

he remembered the second page

signs of overdose:

dilated pupils, seizures, nausea and vomiting, respiratory issues, fast heart rate and oh my god what the fuck have I done

Mind racing, hands trembling, Nagito held you close, there wasn’t time to explain, thats it, there wasn't time. His hands fumbled for his phone, holding sobs back listening to the operator instruct him to position your barely conscious body into a position seizure friendly.

Cries and mumbled words of “what have i done” escaped from his mouth as he laid you on your side, his school bag under your head and floor cleared from anything potentially dangerous. He sat there, on the floor, holding his chest sobbing, waiting for the ambulance

(Authors note ! DONT use this as a guide to help someone having a seizure or overdose, this is simply from some googling and own personal experiences, if you suspect someone you know is in danger, get a trsuted adult or medical professional)

Luck is a tricky thing, bad luck, good luck, there is a spectrum. Usually someone lives out their life on a scaled ratio of luck, some have unfortunate luck, some have spectacular luck. Though there are the unfortunate few that lie on the sidelines. Their luck a forceful rollercoaster of up and downs, tragedies and utter miracles.

The past couple of months in Nagitos life was a tragedy, who knew the dip of the rollercoaster could cost him so very much of what made him whole.  

As he sat there, the cold tile floor providing comfort for his aching palms, he remembered the paramedics, pathetically inserting a needle in your arm and calling it a day.

“We couldn’t save her, our deepest apologies”

He was angry, he knew you were gone from the moment your eyes rolled back and you lost control of your muscles, he could only sit there and scream.

But if they tried? At least do you decency? Not just act like you were another statistic is their salary, a teenager making a stupid decision.

Your parents were called, the room cleaned, and you were gone, that was it. The relationship you and Nagito held for two years crumbled. gone, as simple as that.

The white haired boy turned up to school the next day, face hollowed out with utter despair, eyes puffy and hair matted. He simply couldn’t deal with being alone, god knows what would’ve happened.

He reluctantly walked into homeroom, Miss Yukizome stationed at her desk with her almost programmed smile “Goodmorning Komaeda! I’m so glad youre joining us for another wonderful day!”

Another wonderful day? Another wonderful day watching the love of your life dying on her living room floor, loosing all control of her body and all you can do is sit there and tell her you love her, praying to all gods above she can hear it? Or Another wonderful day of crying and screaming yourself to sleep? ripping and smashing all the memories you have together in a pile because thats better than sleeping in a comfortable bed knowing she is on a plate of steel in the morgue?

Nagito kept his thoughts to himself, god knows he would probably get sent to a psychiatry institution if he spoke what was really on his mind.

With that, he sat down, eyes at the blank blackboard, fingers tapping at his desk, holding back tears that were already cried.

“Komaeda, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Teruteru exclaimed as he entered the classroom

“I wish I had”

He put his head on his desk, talking he couldn’t make out among his classmates filled his ears, he wanted quiet, ‘I wonder if she got quiet?’

Was there an afterlife? Or just a void of empty words and unfinished business. he wouldn’t know unless he experiences it himself, sooner or later.

“Okay class, try and get in some work today okay! I know you can do it” Miss Yukizome sung.

“Komaeda, can you get out of y/n’s seat, she should be coming in soon, hm?”

He didn’t even realise he was sitting in her seat, he was used to sitting at her desk with her, helping her with her work, playing with her hair and just enjoying the company of each other.

“No”, Nagito replied, fast and cold. It was strange for him to act this way, sure, he had a very valid excuse. Though it was unknown territory for the rest of the class.

“Oh no, has she still got that nasty flu? I hope you don’t catch it my dear boy”.

“No”, again, the same, the class had quieted down, he was usually so cheery, so full of hope and adoration for every single one of them.

“Well send my love to her, It’ll be great to see her again when I can” She smiled, completely oblivious.

“You can, the 18th, its an open casket’, Nagito grinned at her, a grin of something so far away from happiness, it reminded Yukizome of a clown, so creepy, yet so theoretically happy.

Everyones faces dropped

Nagito got up from the bathroom floor, this had happened weeks ago, but felt like minutes ago. He waited, and eventually, it stopped.

He walked back to class, the heels of his shoes tapping the hardwood floor of the hall leading up to his classroom. he entered solemnly, like he has every day since then.

Everyones faces dropped

Yet again.

Nagito knew what they were staring at, he didn’t want to address it, but he knew.

On his cheek grew a rose, sprouting at the top of his lip to the bottom of his cheekbone. For such a tragic disease, it was quite beautiful.

For such a tragic event, it felt so beautiful

God okay this was sad and a bit quick, I really did try to do a happy ending, though sometimes, for stories like this, I think it is a little to cliché, Stay safe everyone ! I hope you like this <3

[azozzoni]

Some more VDS smut if you’re up to it and like to write it?

+ Anon: lucas wearing eyeliner and jens finding it really hot

It’s long, it’s smutty. You’ve been warned.

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Jens had already talked to everyone he was supposed to at the party, hugged Jana and complimented her outfit, told Aaron that his idea cornering Amber in the kitchen was doomed to fail, and convinced Moyo to record it on his phone. He had no idea where Robbe and Sander were, and he didn’t really care at the moment.

He was more interested in where Lucas was. Lucas had texted that the bus was running late and that Jens should go to the party without him. That he’d meet Jens there. Jens hadn’t remembered how boring it was at parties when he was waiting for someone.

Grabbing another drink from the kitchen, Jens leaned back against a wall, checking his phone again. There were no messages from Lucas. It was hard enough that they only got to see each other every few weeks, but when the bus was late, it was like stealing time they could be spending together.

“You look like you’re having a horrible time!” Luca’s voice cut through Jens’ thoughts, and he blinked at her, curls obscuring how high her eyebrows were raised.

“I’m just waiting for someone,” he replied, scanning the room. He didn’t even know whose house this was. It was a big house, with lots of hallways and rooms that Jens hadn’t bothered to explore when he’d gone looking for the bathroom earlier.

“Your boyfriend!” Luca shouted over the music, nodding eagerly, as though she knew all about that. Jens didn’t really know how much Luca knew about his personal life. Not that he ever shared it with her, or any of the girls beyond Jana asking the occasional curious question. “The cute one from the Netherlands!”

Jens could only nod, checking the door again. Nothing.

“Why are all the cute ones gay?” she asked, lamenting with a sigh.

Jens opened his mouth to say something, to point how stupid that was to say, but he stopped when he caught sight of a familiar flash of curls weaving through the crowd. Lucas was here. Finally.

“Yeah, whatever,” he said to Luca. “Enjoy the party.”

He left her without another word, finding Lucas in the crowd and pulling him into a hard kiss.

“There you are,” he said, as though Lucas had been lost. Stepping back, he got a good look at Lucas, the flowery shirt he’d chosen for the evening, buttoned down his chest, tight black jeans, and… was that eyeliner?

“Hi,” Lucas greeted him easily. “Sorry it took so long. There was some accident on the road.”

Jens wasn’t listening, staring at the eyeliner smudged along Lucas’ lash-line—it made his eyes even more blue than usual, deep like sapphires.

Fuck.

“What?” Lucas asked when Jens didn’t reply right away, half-smiling, as though confused by the silence.

“You look,” Jens said, trailing off as he shook his head, leaning in to kiss Lucas again. He didn’t care that they were in the middle of someone’s living room, surrounded by people. He only cared that he got his tongue in Lucas’ mouth, hands sliding down his back as he felt Lucas shiver, press closer.

“It’s that kind of night, huh?” Lucas asked, mumbled against his mouth before biting down and tugging on Jens’ bottom lip. Jens couldn’t hold back his groan, his sigh as he got his hands on Lucas’ hips.

As much as Jens had enjoyed the soft, blushy Lucas from when they’d first met, he liked this Lucas even more. This Lucas wasn’t afraid to take his hand and pull him through the crowd, glance over his shoulder with that look that sent heat straight to Jens’ crotch.

Jens was pretty sure Lucas didn’t know where he was going as they climbed the stairs, headed down a dimly-lit hallway.

“Luc,” he said, tugging Lucas back, boxing him in against a wall as Lucas arched a knowing eyebrow, tilted his chin up, so very wanting that it made Jens ache to get his hands on him. “Fuck.”

Lucas’ mouth was soft and warm, tongue slick as Jens kissed him, got his hands in Lucas’ hair and tugged. He felt Lucas react, arch into him, hands coming to Jens’ sides.

They didn’t always do this, this frantic groping when they met up, this desperate need to feel each other, for Jens to get his hands under Lucas’ shirt and slide up his chest while Lucas made soft noises in his ear. But tonight, Jens just didn’t care. He didn’t care when Lucas showed up looking so good, eyes dark and full of want when he pulled away long enough to take a breath, long enough for Lucas’ mouth to slide over to his ear, teeth tugging at his earlobe and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck.

They couldn’t do this here, though, Jens managed to think, beyond the haze of heat clouding his brain, beyond the way his whole body reacted to Lucas’ fingers pushing under the back of his shirt, nails scraping down his spine.

“Come on,” he muttered, pulling away despite his better judgment, grabbing Lucas’ wrist and tugging him down the hall.

There were plenty of doors in the hall. The first led to a bathroom and a couple making out in the tub. The next was a linen closet filled with towels and sheets. The third was a dark bedroom, moonlight shining through the window, and Jens made sure the click the lock behind them.

“Whose party is this?” Lucas asked when Jens stepped over to him, pulling off his shirt without waiting for Lucas to do it for him. He didn’t miss the way Lucas’ eyes slid down his chest, the way Lucas bit his lip as his eyes flicked back to Jens’. Lucas didn’t care whose party this was.

“No idea,” Jens replied, a hand on the back of Lucas’ neck, firm, tugging him forward so their lips were almost touching. He felt Lucas’ shaky exhale, watched the way Lucas’ eyelashes swept against his cheek as he blinked. “Moyo got an invite somehow.”

“Good old Moyo,” Lucas murmured, sliding his hands down Jens’ back, tracing the ridges of his spine as Jens took a breath.

Jens wasn’t thinking about Moyo when he got his mouth on Lucas’ a second later, hard and wanting as they fell onto the bed. The mattress was unusually soft, sinking under their weight as Jens crawled on top of Lucas. Lucas’ mouth was open as Jens’ fingers went for the buttons on his shirt.

“Fuck,” Jens cursed as he fumbled with the buttons. “Why’d you pick this shirt?”

“I like this shirt,” Lucas replied, and Jens tried not to get distracted by Lucas’ fingers trailing over his shoulder blades, the way Lucas stretched his neck back, entirely too tempting as Jens attempted to get the shirt off.

He got the first few buttons undone before Lucas pulled him back to his mouth, a slow, burning kiss that made Jens want to rip off the shirt, get his hands all over Lucas, work up a pretty little flush along his collarbone, the bridge of his nose, until Lucas was panting and begging for more.

This wasn’t why Jens had invited him to the party, just so he could get him alone, preferably naked, but Jens would take it.

Lucas laughed as Jens continued his struggle with the buttons, finally getting the last one undone and shoving the shirt over Lucas’ shoulders, tossed carelessly aside as Jens got his hands on Lucas’ chest, leaned in to press long, hot kisses to his skin. He felt Lucas react, the pressure of his hips against Jens’, the hard outline of Lucas’ dick against his.

“Fuck,” Lucas cursed, fingernails digging sharply into Jens’ shoulder as he let out a huff.

Jens didn’t stop to wonder if they should be doing this in some stranger’s bedroom, the party not twenty feet down the hall. He could hear the muffled music through the walls, as though far away somehow, as if it didn’t matter with them locked in this room.

Jens kept his gaze on Lucas’ face, the way Lucas bit his lip and watched eagerly as Jens reached for his jeans, sliding open the button, pulling down the zipper a little too slowly. They didn’t have time to go slow, to take their time tonight.

“You did this on purpose,” Jens said as he tugged at Lucas’ jeans, tighter than normal, harder to get off.

Lucas grinned, lifting his hips to help Jens get his jeans off, peeling them down his legs and shoving them off the bed.

“I thought you’d like them,” he said simply as Jens got his hands on Lucas’ warm thighs, sliding up and nudging his legs apart, mouth watering slightly at the tent in Lucas’ boxer-briefs.

“Like I’d like the eyeliner?” Jens asked, arching an eyebrow, watching the way Lucas smirked.

“Do you?”

It was a stupid question, Jens thought as he hauled himself up, draped himself over Lucas as Lucas’ legs wrapped around him. Lucas already knew the answer, and Jens didn’t have to say it as he licked into Lucas’ mouth, swallowing Lucas’ soft moan as their hips rocked together.

“You’re a tease,” he said, grimacing as heat shot through him, biting his lip as Lucas nodded against his throat, leaving a dark bruise there.

“You like it,” was all Lucas said, breathed into his skin as Jens cursed and gripped his hips tighter.

He did like it, Jens admitted, closing his eyes against Lucas’ mouth on his neck, the slide of his tongue, worrying of his teeth. He liked everything Lucas was willing to do for him.

They didn’t have time to linger on the feelings, Jens’ feelings when Lucas’ hands gripped his waist, pushed his hips up, asking for more.

“Why are you still wearing pants?” Lucas muttered a second later, impatient fingers grasping at his zipper, and Jens couldn’t help but laugh as he helped Lucas push them down, over his hips.

“I thought you liked them,” Jens mocked, kicking his jeans somewhere onto the floor, sucking in a sharp breath as Lucas’ fingers dug into his hips, pressing their cocks together in a rush of heat that made Jens’ brain go fuzzy.

Lucas didn’t reply except to exhale slowly as their hips rocked together, a slow, heady rush through Jens’ body as he moved on top of Lucas. It had been too long, and Lucas was too hot for Jens to slow down.

“Fuck, Jens,” Lucas gasped, and Jens tried to imagine Lucas doing this all those months ago when they’d first met, tried to imagine the look Lucas was giving him now, so full of desire that it made Jens’ mind go blank. He liked this side of Lucas, the side that wasn’t afraid to ask for what he wanted, to pull Jens’ hips in tighter and bite back his moan, as if he wanted it so badly. Wanted to feel Jens all around him—his lips, his tongue, his hands, his cock.

“I don’t have any—” Jens said, lost in Lucas’ mouth for a minute as Lucas kissed him, pulling him in tight.

Kissing Lucas was always like drowning, Jens thought, but in a good kind of way, a kind of way he never wanted to end. He’d always thought kissing a guy would be different than kissing a girl, but it really wasn’t. What was different was the way Lucas wasn’t afraid, wasn’t hesitant to press back, take control and roll them over so he was on top.

Jens liked Lucas on top, liked being able to see every inch of him in the moonlight pressing through the open window. He liked the way Lucas pressed kisses down his chest, pausing to let his tongue slide over Jens’ nipple, suck a bruise against his rib cage.

Hissing out a breath, Jens’ hands landed on Lucas’ ass, tight as he listened to Lucas’ noise as he pulled away from his stomach. He didn’t have a condom or lube or any of those things he should have. He just had his dick throbbing in his boxers when Lucas shifted against him.

“Luc,” he managed to say as Lucas’ hand slid down his stomach, gliding along the trail of hair disappearing under his boxers.

“When we go back to your place,” Lucas said slowly, and Jens closed his eyes as Lucas’ hand wrapped around his dick, sliding it out of his boxers. His fingers were soft but his grip firm, and Jens swallowed down the heat rising on his skin. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t see straight.”

Jens nodded, too eagerly, practically coming at the thought of sliding deep inside Lucas, Lucas’ legs wrapped around his hips, the noises Lucas made when he was trying to keep quiet.

Right now, though, Lucas had his cock in his hand, moving too slowly to quite get him off. He opened his eyes at a new feeling, something hotter than Lucas’ hand pressed against his dick.

It was Lucas, Lucas’ cock sliding against his. Everything was slick with precome, achingly hard as Jens sucked in a breath, licking his lips.

“Come here,” Jens breathed, tugging Lucas to him, capturing his mouth in a rough kiss, teeth and tongues, unfinessed, panted breath between them as Lucas’ hand slid their pricks together.

Jens wasn’t going to last long, not after all this, not with Lucas’ chest hot against his, blood rushing to his cock as it slid against Lucas’. He wasn’t going to last long with his hands tight around the back of Lucas’ neck, biting back his groan, pressing his mouth under Lucas’ ear, dragging his teeth along his jaw.

“Jens,” Lucas breathed, meeting his mouth for a slow, sloppy kiss, more panting together than anything.

Jens couldn’t wait until they got back to his house, until he could take his time pressing kisses all down Lucas’ body, until he was hot all over, begging for Jens to fuck him. But they didn’t have time, not right now, and Jens couldn’t hold on anyway as the pressure coiled in his stomach.

“Luc, I’m—” He cut himself off as he came, sharp, a wave of heat crashing over his body. Sucking in a breath, he let the feeling wash over him, the prickle on his skin, the relief as he came down, cock still pressed to Lucas’, tight in his hand.

Lucas’ cheeks were red, flushed as Jens rubbed his thumb over his jaw, pressed their foreheads together and kissed Lucas hard as he felt Lucas’ body shake, felt Lucas’ release on his stomach, hot and sticky.

“You should wear eyeliner more often,” Jens said as Lucas slumped against him, hot breath on his shoulder.

“Probably not a good idea if this is what happens,” Lucas said after a minute, sighing contently and not moving even though they should probably get dressed before someone tried to barge in.

Smiling, Jens raked his fingers through Lucas’ hair, damp with sweat near his forehead. He pressed an easy kiss to Lucas’ temple as they lay there.

“You want to check out the party?” he asked finally, and Lucas made a vague noise.

“Or we could go back to your place,” he said, glancing up, something mischievous in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Jens said, laughing as he rolled Lucas onto his back. “You’re insatiable.”

Lucas merely grinned, teeth tugging on his bottom lip. It did things to Jens’ body that he couldn’t explain, made his cock twitch interestedly even though he’d just come, would need a few minutes to recover.

“Is that a yes?”

Jens wasn’t going to argue, kissing Lucas firmly and pushing off his chest. “Yes, it’s a yes, you idiot.”

As they dressed a minute later, Jens couldn’t help watching Lucas, eyes on his ass as he pulled up his jeans, and he didn’t get embarrassed when Lucas caught him looking. Lucas didn’t say anything, though, buttoning up his shirt and nodding at the door.

Jens tugged on his shirt, catching Lucas at the door, pressing his lips to the back of Lucas’ neck, just below his hairline and exhaling slowly.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” he murmured, watching Lucas unlock the door and pause before pulling it open.

Over his shoulder, Lucas smiled easily, reaching back for Jens’ hand as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

“Let’s get out of here,” was all he said, and Jens didn’t argue at all, keeping their fingers twined together as they headed down the stairs and left the party. They had a better party to go to with just the two of them anyway.

[thrushpot]

hidden in plain sight

“HEY BEAUTIFUL - if I could request prompts 9 and 26 from the list you reblogged - with our favorite trash boy billy of course ❤️” requested by anonymous.

#9: “You’re in love with her.”

#26: “It was you the whole time.”

warning(s): swearing, trashboy jacking off to stuff but it’s no biggie

a/n: set in the 90s, inspired by two of my all time favorite films Pump Up the Volume & Rules of Attraction. highly recommended. thank you so much anon, hope you enjoy:)

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Everything was boring in the world of the freshly graduated, young adult. Billy lacked virtually any excitement in life, also lacking any drive to pursue it. Until something, someone, exciting came to him first for a change.

It started out with a letter in his mailbox. He’d wondered if distant family members were wishing him an extremely late happy birthday, making him less than eager to get around opening it. Later that night, after cooking himself some Top Ramen, flicking through the endless channels on television, he got curious. The mail sat on his kitchen counter, waiting to be ripped open and read. To get his mind at peace, he snatched it off the counter, dragging his nail down the envelope before taking out what was inside and tossed the envelope aside. Upon opening it, he scans the letter and finds no name (besides his own) and a paragraph of black writing. With a teetering feeling in his gut, he reads thoroughly to himself.

Hey.

I think I know what’s going through your mind right about now. What is this for, is this some joke one of the boys are playing... Let me just clear that nonsense right off the bat: it’s not. I’m writing to you because like all the other girls that eye you up at a bar or a club or maybe even a local store, I’m terrified of what you think of me. You’re so intimidating, Billy, and it doesn’t really make my job any easier here. You’ve got this... this way about you, I don’t know how I could ever begin to describe something so uniquely and ingeniously Billy... but I could try again in another letter if you’d like. Or I could just fuck off and you could crumble this up before throwing it away and move on to whomever else suits your druthers. Maybe go to a girl that can talk to you up front instead of communicating through a cheesy desperate letter in your mailbox. But it was important to me that you know that I care about you. And I’ll be damned if I let you go another day thinking nobody does.

By the time Billy finished reading, his cheeks hurt from smiling and his heart wouldn’t quit in his chest. Even his hands shook as they held the paper. Needless to say the letters didn’t stop, not that he wanted them to. Billy didn’t dare crumbling it up and throwing it away either like she suggested if he felt uncomfortable. Instead, he handled the note with care and pinned it to the wall in his room. The boy read it twelve more times before dreaming of what Mystery Girl has in store for him next.

It didn’t worry him too much about who it was hiding behind the curtain yet. The blushing, lovestruck boy had taken to simply basking in the thrill of living in a reality where some beautiful girl had taken time out of her day to write him a thoughtful message.

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The letters became a crucial part to the boy’s routine and overall happiness. If he could make it to Friday after a hard week full of work, he would be rewarded by these special messages.

Mystery Girl never disappointed him, always the same red paper, same beautiful black writing and a kiss just for his lips at the bottom. Every week it had similarly themed scents, his favorite being when it was lathered in vanilla. Some messages made his cheeks burn and tears fall, whereas others made him claw at his jeans, desperate to drag them down his hips before rigorously fisting himself. The letter would be smothered on top of his face as he got to satisfying his aching needs, consuming him whole. He’d inhale her fresh vanilla perfume as his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head at her beautifully gifted, dirty minded secrets whispered to him through the ink on paper. Playboy mags will never have this much of a hypnotic affect on him, not by a long shot. These messages were personal.

He was starting to wish she’d cut the anonymity out already. The boy knew in the back of his brain this could lead to trouble or heartbreak. But he ignored all of that and sat back to fucking enjoy it.

It was month three receiving messages and as always had a pep in his step, even whistled with glee as he drove over the post office. He jingles the mail key between his finger and hums a happy tune, even holding the door open for an elderly woman behind him. Nothing tops the anticipation of turning the key to the lock and seeing the angelic envelope awaiting for his eyes to read and his hands to hold. Ten cups of coffee don’t even give him this feeling. No one has ever made him feel so special, so seen.

As he rips open the little silver door to his mailbox with expectancy, his mood drops in a split second from a high ten to a flat zero.

All that sat in his in his mailbox were bills and spam. Billy searches the compartment thoroughly, thinking there may have been a mix up or it could have fallen out. She couldn’t leave him high and dry like this.

On the brink of a meltdown because this wasn’t how his evening was supposed to go, he takes a deep breath to bury his insecurities. Maybe Mystery Girl was late. The disappointed blonde snatched the useless bills and the meaningless spam and slammed his box closed. He must be certain that this is all he’s got, that her precious letter didn’t get dropped in a sewer or left behind. He rues the day he ever lets that happen.

Approaching the woman behind the desk that types at her computer, Billy impatiently rings the atrocious bell to grab her attention.

“Yes, sir? How may I help you?”

Billy knocks his knuckles on the table anxiously before answering with his infamous charm.

“Hey, Miss—“

“Sue,” the woman nods to her nametag. Billy fakes a smile before going on.

“Sue, lovely name, ah... I’m supposed to get something that comes here every week and honestly, I’m pretty damn disappointed, ‘cause I didn’t see it in my box. You happen to know if this was the most recent delivery?” he asks, feigning politeness as he folds his hands together, wanting an explanation.

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid this is the latest delivery. Looks like whoever sent what you were expecting hasn’t dropped it by,” she replies before resuming whatever business being conducted on her computer. Billy furrows his brows in worry, but nevertheless flashes Sue a tight smile. After he turned around to exit, he stumbles as his chest bumps a woman’s, making him take a step back.

“Shit, sorry,” he breathes, placing his arms on the girl’s shoulders to steady her. She lets out an innocent laugh before catching her breath. She looks to be in the middle of her own tornado of a mishap similar to Billy, stuttering as she recovers from their collision.

“It’s fine really. My fault,” she blames, pointing to herself while mocking her clumsiness before fixing another strand of hair that fell down her eyes. Billy recognizes her from somewhere but it’s not certain where yet.

“Haven’t I seen you somewhere?” he thinks aloud, filter having vanished into thin air wondering what it is that’s so familiar. She licks her red lips and pulls the hem of her sweatshirt down, fidgeting under his stare.

“I work at the record store downtown. Seen lots of faces, but I’m just a regular boring old cashier,” she chuckles. Billy’s eyes cascade down and check her out unconsciously. That would explain her familiar face, knowing he always takes trips to her work buying tapes.

“Shit, I do know you then. Well if it’s any consolation, I’m just a regular boring old customer. You off right now?”

“On lunch break,” she holds up her half eaten peanut butter and jelly in a plastic baggie. “Wasted half of it trying to race here and check my mail but ran late, s’all.”

“Sucks ass when you don’t get to enjoy yourself on break. You’re headin’ back now, then?” Billy asks. Music could get his mind off the absence of Mystery Girl’s letter tonight.

“Yeah um, after I go check my box. Why do you ask?” she wonders, nothing snippy in her tone, just thoughtful.

“I was thinkin’ maybe I could follow you back there, snag a few more records for me and my baby sister,” Billy answers, pointing to his car parked outside. She follows his eyes out then looks back at him, her ears turning a shade of red like her lips before she nods.

“Uh, of course, sounds like a plan. I’ll meet you there, sound cool?”

“Sounds awesome.”

The nameless girl smiles, waiting for the the blonde to disappear into his vehicle before sneaking the envelope into his box with the name Billy Hargrove sprawled on the front.

Sue from behind the counter pauses the task she’d been vigorously tackling. She looks over at the girl slipping the usual piece of mail into the box that belonged to the boy from earlier.

“He looked upset that you were running late today. Seems to really look forward to what you send every week,” she says. Y/N doesn’t reply, instead giving a thanks to the woman from behind the counter. She hid her crimson smile in her sleeve and shook her head at the ground before leaving the post office with a call of see you next week, Sue over her shoulder.

—

Billy makes it to his destination, seeing the girl from the post office park her yellow Beetle and skips over to greet her with a wave. She weakly fumbles with the cluster of keys on her keychain, scoping for the right one. After finding the desired key, she switches the sign hanging on the door from sorry, we’re closed to come in, we’re open! and takes her jacket off. Billy wanders the store with delight, eyeing the hundreds of artists and posters that litter the place.

“Never caught your name,” he called out, almost forgetting he still called her nameless in his mind.

“Oh yeah, it’s Y/N,” she replies, sauntering over to the boy that busied himself flipping through the endless choices there is in stock.

“Y/N, huh? I like that, suits you. I’m B—“

“Billy, yeah. Kinda knew that already. You’ve been coming here awhile,” she interjected, folding her arms and looking over his shoulder at what he’s interested in. “Stone Temple Pilots, nice taste. Plenty more in the back,” she offers with a shrug. Billy’s eyes light up before asking what other stuff that’s tucked away in the back, then drops his jaw to the floor when he followed her into the small space behind the counter.

“How do you even get shit done working here and not just blast this stuff all day?” he asks, practically eyefucking the Mötley Crüe section. “Jesus Christ.” Y/N giggles at his childlike wonder and stands behind as he surveys each collection, flipping through the albums and even seeing some with signatures from his favorite artists.

“Who says I don’t just blast shit all day and get paid for it?”

The blonde nods with a laugh, pointing to her. “I like your style. Man, I would too. Drove my dad nuts in high school playing these on repeat in my room, but God was it fuckin’ worth it.” He knows with the variety that Max’ll go insane just looking at it too. Dusk is settling in when he checks the time, noticing it had been awhile since he left the post office. He realizes if he leaves now he’ll get to check his mail again just in case, right before picking up his sister in time from practice.

“I should probably get goin’ soon. Gotta pick my sister up and swing by the post office one more time, but I really dig this. Might just dump the rest of my savings into more from the back,” he chuckles, heading to the register so she could ring up his purchases. Y/N hesitates before speaking up.

“You’re going to the post office for the second time today?” she clarifies.

“Hm? Oh, just usually get somethin’ every Friday didn’t come yet but I’m gonna check again,” he answers vaguely while almost dropping the goodies in his arms while fumbling for his wallet. He slaps a fifty dollar bill on the counter and gives her a smile. “Was nice seeing you again, Y/N.”

“Oh... it was nice seeing you too. Enjoy whatever you get in the mail,” she calls out.

“Yeah, hopefully,” Billy mumbles to himself as the tapes almost take a fall before he quickly swoops it up with the other hand that isn’t busy.

“Need some help?” she covers her laughs under her hand at his clumsiness, watching the boy struggle with his arms full before she takes initiative to go and grab tapes and albums that were surely about to fall. For the split second she was close to him, he smelled the scent of vanilla perfume and wanted to pass out from how that flavor drives him insane since he got a letter sprayed with it.

“Thanks,” the blonde mutters, unlocking the driver’s side before she carefully drops the mountain of shit he bought in the back.

“No problem, Billy.”

With another wave to Y/N through the window, he watches from the wheel as she switched the sign to sorry, we’re closed and close down. Snapping out of the staring contest he had with her backside, Billy heads right back to his mailbox.

—

Racing back just before closing and turning the key to the square silver door, he thanked the heavens that he was gifted again with a surprise waiting for him. A kiss waiting for his lips at the very end, and the same gorgeously scented paper. Billy holds it to his chest like precious cargo that isn’t to be damaged before waving to Sue. He delicately rips the envelope before snatching what’s inside and carelessly throwing the envelope in the back without a second thought. Right before he unfolds the paper he reaches into the back to find a tape to listen to while reading. He cranks Nirvana up all the way and bites his lip before reading.

Did you miss me?

I missed you. The hours and days are long, I can’t help but think of you whenever I’m alone or in a mood. I don’t understand how someone can walk into your life and nearly everything before them you forget, because nothing’s as interesting nor as important anymore. Heard around that you’ve been naughty lately; taking whatever bashful, naive, giggling pretty girl that you can find from the bar home. Do you ever think of it being me beneath you while you fuck those girls? Or is it just when you’re by yourself? Can’t blame you there, but I don’t go sharing my bed with guys. None of them compare; you are the sun among ants. You’re what my heart never stops hammering about, what I toss and turn all night thinking about. And I can’t shake this feeling away. I’m endlessly, hellaciously, a hundred percent yours. Billy... you have me wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know how bad yet; but I’m not tired pretending.

Billy’s left blushing. Of course he thinks about her when he’s with other girls. Without any more sitting around, he gets down to it by whipping his belt off and getting to work through his boxers. It’ll have to be quick, but surely it’ll satisfy the urge that lingered all day, dying for this precious moment.

Sure, he’s in his car touching himself while reading a piece of paper like some nut job outside the post office in the dark, but he doesn’t give a fuck.

Not five minutes later, the red faced boy sped up the shallow harsh strokes and splatters all over his hand and partly on his jeans. It’s embarassing how fast he always cums thinking about her while smelling that same perfume. He wipes his mess with some miscellaneous napkin tucked away and sighs dreamily. The afterglow is an experience he never forgets to enjoy basking in, the endorphins flooding from his head to his toes, never ending grin glued to his expression. After heaven slows a bit, he takes time to neatly fold the letter up and put it in his jacket pocket before starting up the vehicle.

By the time he reached Max, she’d been waiting outside. As the redhead enters she grumbles under her breath then clicks in her seatbelt doing her signature pout.

“How was practice today, squirt?”

“Shitty. What took so long?” she complains, crossing her arms stubbornly, dodging her brother’s attempt at lighting up the mood as an apology.

“Look, I just got caught up in stuff. Your mom still making you sing choir, huh?”

“Yeah. She thinks I’m gonna be the next Madonna or something. I don’t even like singing.”

“Well speaking of that, take a look in the back.” Billy nods his head as his sister squints before realizing what he meant. She glanced to find a fat stack of records then gasps before undoing her seatbelt and climbing back to look closer.

“Hey, watch it, alright!” he protests, not wanting his firecracker of a sister without a seatbelt on.

“Holy shi—“

“I know. Who loves ya?”

“These ones just came out,” she marvels, flipping through the collection and tucks her hair behind her ears as she reads what songs are on the back.

“Gee, Billy. You’re the best big brother in the whole wide world. Thank you so much,” Billy mocks, imitating her with a nasily high-pitch girl voice. Max rolled her eyes and punched her brother’s shoulder before seeing a ripped open piece of mail on the floor. Somewhat nosey, she picks it up and sees her brother’s name in a girl’s handwriting.

“What’s this?” she asks before the car pulls over with the driver in a panic, frantically reaching behind to snatch it out of the grabby twerp’s hands.

“Don’t touch it! That’s none of your business,” he argues, wrestling with her before the envelope gets torn in half due to the siblings playing tug of war. “Look what you did!” he shouts, livid at the girl holding her hands up in surrender with wide blue eyes.

“I didn’t do anything! Who cares that much about some empty envelope that fell anyways,” she bites back.

“I do, alright? Don’t go snoopin’ around shit that doesn’t belong to you ever again,” Billy warns, sending a death glare through the rear view mirror at Maxine.

“First off, it’s empty. Second off, I was just wondering. Sorry,” she apologizes with attitude, their argument having killed the excitement for all the albums still sitting in her lap. The rest of the drive back home was nothing but soul-sucking silence, Billy quiet with guilt not meshing well with his temper, Max not saying a word from her brother’s explosion and idiocracy. When he pulls up to his old home he refuses to unlock the door to let her leave and sits back as she struggles to open the door.

“What the hell! Let me out,” she shoves him, the teenager not budging.

“Would’ya let me explain—“

“No!”

“Goddamit, Maxine! Look, sorry I freaked out or whatever, but these are special to me and private. I don’t want a thirteen-year-old stickin’ her nose in them, okay?”

“What kinda special private stuff?”

“It’s... it’s a girl that writes me. That answer satisfy you, brat?”

Max breaks her pout before shoving her brother’s shoulder more and grins with a daring laugh. “Dude, are you kidding? Who! You have to tell me.”

Billy throws his head back in agony, unwilling to go into these topics in detail with his little sister.

“I wouldn’t tell you even if I knew.”

“So you don’t know who she is?”

Billy remains quiet, acting nonchalant as he gives her a slight nod and avoiding her eyes conpletely. “So what you’re saying is this girl that writes you lovey dovey letters and stuff is like obsessed with you, and...” she lowers her voice like it’s a dirty word or secret. “You’re in love with her?”

“Shut up! It’s not that... that simple, okay? And it’s not obsessing. Don’t be a prick and put it that way. She just gets me s’all. I don’t know who it is but I’ll find her sooner or later. No fucking telling your little friends or Dad especially,” he orders in the deepest authoritative voice he can pull off, letting her imagine the consequences if she disobeys him.

“Okay fine, I won’t tell. I haven’t told him about Lucas either,” she salutes him before asking if she can get out. Billy pauses, snapping his head in her direction and stopping her from moving another muscle.

“What the fuck did you say?”

“Nothing! Your belt’s been undone this entire conversation by the way,” she pulls a face before reaching over to unlock the door and hop out. Billy looks down at his crotch and finds that she wasn’t fucking with him for a distraction, his stupid pants really were undone. He moans incoherent complaints under his breath while lifting his hips to fix his pants. By the time he looks fucking decent again, he jumps when there’s a sharp knock on the window. When he catches his breath from the horror movie he thought he’d just starred in, he rolls the window down to find his devious little sister laughing at his reaction.

“What now, twat?”

“You should’ve seen the look on your face,” Max giggles, pointing a finger at him before getting slapped away by her angry older brother. “I was gonna say something about your secret admirer deal.”

“Max, get inside before you-know-who whoops my ass for—“

“Shut up, you’re in the clear. But the girl that’s writing you, you probably already know her, y’know? Hiding in plain sight. Girls are way better at acting, believe me,” she concluded, shrugging before offering her brother a first bump. Billy, disinclined, still puts on a happy face for her and does the stupid handshake. She waves goodbye until next time he has to pick her up from the misery that is singing lessons and makes sure she’s inside before taking off. Max’s words stuck with him, even as he mindlessly scrolls through all the boring plots and channels on television and falls asleep with the remote still in his hand like a mope. She had to be onto something about his Mystery Girl, though. Billy never thought to consider her as being rather shy. In fact, anything she wrote to him was anything but clean or polite.

”You probably already know her, y’know? Hiding in plain sight.”

As he sips on some cheap beer half awake, he thinks just maybe he could take a whack at solving the mystery on his own.

—

The coincidences lined up perfectly every week for the next four letters he’d received. There Y/N would be, hustling out from the post office to her yellow Beetle before Billy could say hi. There was no mistaking the perfume he spent night after night adoring whenever she passed by. Or the lipstick, the same hue that was smooched at the end of every paper. It blew Billy’s mind that for once he could be fucking onto something.

After more visits to the record store and details about her schedule, she had to be it. Billy was bound to eat his heart out trying to approach her, but fuck if he wasn’t gonna try. It took dedication waiting outside his mailbox for two hours. When he was a hair away from getting too hungry and grumpy to wait any longer, here she comes. As if Y/N had seen a fucking ghost, her face scrunches in horror as she swiftly heads back to her car. She stumbles with her car keys like the time he visited her store and drops them by her feet. Billy can hear her desperate curses from a hundred feet away.

“Y/N, wait up!” the blonde jogs over with open arms, wanting her to know that it was okay and he wished he found out sooner. He needs her to fucking sit still and listen.

“I really need to go back to work okay? ‘M sorry Billy,” she tries laughing but it just sounds forced, so riddled with anxiety that it makes him wanna hold her to calm her down.

“I’ll follow you there, that okay?” he asks, touching her shoulders to soothe her like when they first bumped into eachother.

“Uh, I —“

“Hey, stop worrying. Deep breaths, okay? I just wanna talk a little,” he assures the poor trembling girl. He waits for a moment before she nods her head. “We don’t have to now. I can come by later, whenever you want,” Billy offers, not wanting to agitate Y/N further by making her fess up, that isn’t how this was supposed to go at all. She was gone in a flash, speeding down the highway from where Billy was left. He was all alone in the deserted parking lot of the post office, the same place he’d normally feel giddy upon arriving and even happier when leaving. This time though, he was empty handed and lost.

—

“Y/N, please just hear me out!” Billy begs, this close to getting on his knees to plead with her further as he pounds on the glass of the record store. His palms are sweaty, his heart is aching, and he just wants you to fucking acknowledge him. Y/N remains indifferent, not turning her back to even look his way as a set of heavy headphones lay over her ears, blocking out the sounds of his cries.

“Just let me in! I’m not mad, I swear!” he lets out an a frustrated sob, kicking the door in anger. Y/N turns her head his way at the commotion he’s stirring up. She points wordlessly to the sorry, we’re closed sign that hung on the door and asks him kindly to settle down. She changed her attitude since ditching him in the parking lot, now her mind set on pretending she doesn’t know him or care for anything he has to say. She’s in denial. “I don’t give a shit about this fuckin’ place being closed, I want you!” he shouts, knocking rambunctiously giving the girl no choice but to speak to him.

“Keep your voice down!” she threatens harshly from the other side. Billy’s gone mad trying to make her listen, so he sticks to plan B.

“You know what? Fine. I’ll piss off, ‘cause that’s what you’re tellin’ me you want. Okay?” he surrenders, taking out his own piece of paper and flattening it to make sure it’s thin enough to go through. Y/N watches curiously as he bends down to slide a piece of paper underneath the doorway and then storms off. The disoriented boy isn’t far still, now by his Camaro a few feet away from entrance lighting a cigarette. She hesitantly picks it up off the floor and wipes leftover dirt that gathered on it and eyes him outside before reading.

Look, I’m not as pretty or poetic as you are, okay? But I can’t bare you ignoring me and leaving me. You made me look forward to every fucking Friday. Made me hate the broads I took home from strange places. My head was in the clouds just knowing that there was a real cool chick somewhere out there thinkin’ of me. You’re prettier than I ever coulda thought, I’m one lucky son of a bitch. I don’t know what I did that drew you to me, whatever it was I’m happy I did it. If I could go back... I’d do lots of stuff different. But I can’t, so I just have this half assed thing I’m trying to write but everything’s tearing down on me. But my eyes are open now, I got it figured out. Well, some of it... I guess I still don’t understand how someone can walk into your life and nearly everything before them you forget.

Billy knocked on the glass once again when she finished, far less embittered and wider puppy dog eyes pleading to let him in. Y/N shakes her head with a watery smile before unlocking the front door allowing the boy’s entrance. Without a second wasted not surrounding himself with her, he reaches to cautiously cup her chin and her jaw in his warm hands.

“It was you the whole time,” he muttered.

“Caught me,” she smiles, biting her red lips clutching the note Billy wrote while gently grasps his back.

“Sick of pretending now, huh? Knew that cherry smile anywhere,” the boy whispers, placing his thumb on the pillow of her lips before surging to replace it with his lips. He doesn’t hold any emotion back, deepening his kiss until all he feels is meshing of her tongue going wild with his, lipstick smothered all over their faces. “God, you smell so good.”

“Familiar, isn’t it,” she laughs at feeling his nose tickle her as he inhales more vanilla.

“Fuckin’ waiting for this, waiting for you so long. Now that I have you though, you’re all mine,” he possessively marvels, trailing kisses further south, not caring about the mess of the crimson lipstick passed down to your skin. “Kept ‘em all. All your letters are hung up on my wall or I take them with me everywhere I go, Y/N.”

“Wanna make out in your backseat to The Smashing Pumpkins?” she offers, grinning up at the kisses up fool that lazily smiles back at her in return before going in to nip more at her neck.

“Absolutely.”

Billy now knows why he didn’t care for chasing any excitement after graduating. Maybe he needed someone to seek him for a change, even if it were just through a love note sent every Friday on the same red paper, with the same black handwriting.

—

I was obsessed with the letters being just right, so this took me awhile. I couldn’t see him being literary/wordy about his feelings, so I had the reader write him instead:) starting on movie fics soon. thank you for everything

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A Bad Idea 🧙‍♀️🗝️🎃

could you write a short drabble with yugyeom from got7, where he and the reader go to an escape room for halloween, but fail in all the challenges? fluff pleaseeee

Well, anon, this is most certainly not a short drabble, but I hope you like it all the same!

Genre: High School!AU/Best Friends to Lovers/Fluff

Pairing: Yugyeom x You

Warnings: None

Words: 2,503

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Yugyeom chuckled, shaking his head as you continued to spin the dial on the lock.

“It was not,” you muttered in reply. “We can do this, I know we can.”

“We can’t,” your best friend sighed, and your sharp gaze darted up to glare at him. “Maybe you can, but I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“Will you stop selling yourself short?!” you snapped with deeply furrowed -- and annoyed -- brows. “Just because BamBam acts like he’s the smartest of your little group doesn’t mean he actually is.”

You liked BamBam, don’t get me wrong. He was hilarious and outspoken and a genuinely nice guy. But he made sweet, shy Yugyeom think just a little less of himself sometimes, and you absolutely hated that. You couldn’t bear your best friend since forever thinking he wasn’t good enough -- because he was.

Since you were still focusing on the combination lock in your hands, you heard rather than saw Yugyeom let out a soft sigh. And then he sat down next to you, his arm brushing against yours as he leaned over your shoulder.

“What was the clue again?” he murmured.

It was your turn to let out a sigh, and you set down the lock to pick up the laminated piece of paper yet again.

“It was in this year You’d better be careful, my dear, If a woman you be.

For if you’re suspicious Witches are not fictitious, And you’ll be burned while tied to a tree.”

“So... the Salem Witch Trials,” Yugyeom shrugged. “What year were they?”

“That’s the thing, I can’t remember,” you grumbled.

“But didn’t we just read The Crucible in Literature class?”

“Yes,” you snapped again. “Do you remember the year?”

A very angelic smile formed on Yugyeom’s lips, and you quirked an eyebrow.

You’d thought not.

“Here, let me try,” he said, reaching over and gently taking the padlock from you. “This was your idea, in case you forgot.”

You pressed your lips together tightly at his reminder, and it truly took everything in your power not to kick him in the shin. The urge was so strong, you had to stand up and walk to another part of the small room to prevent yourself from actually doing it.

It had been your idea, though. He was right about that. And that’s probably why you wanted to kick him so badly.

Halloween was one of your favorite holidays, and you always liked to do something special with your friends or family. A party, a horror movie marathon, a seance in a cemetery... 

Yugyeom had requested anything but a seance in a cemetery this year, so you’d chosen to do a Halloween-themed Escape Room instead. You’d invited about five other people, including BamBam, but they’d all bailed for one reason or another. Only Yugyeom had shown up, and while you hadn’t been surprised (Yugyeom had always been loyal, and the two of you were extremely close) you had been disappointed. When it came to Escape Rooms, there was most certainly strength in numbers. Trying to figure out how to get out of the room in just one hour with only two brains?

Well, it was already proving to be nearly impossible. You didn’t have your watch or phone on you, but it felt like it had already been over half an hour, and the two of you weren’t any closer to figuring out how to escape than you had been when you’d first started.

Since you were currently much too annoyed with your best friend to stay by his side, you wandered over to the opposite end where there was a large wardrobe cabinet. You had already figured out how to unlock the cabinet, but you hadn’t gotten any further than that.

Just so you had something to do, you opened the cabinet door and stepped inside to have a look one more time. Maybe there was something you’d missed earlier, and that something was the key -- literally and figuratively -- to help you escape.

You felt along the walls of the cabinet, knocking here and there to see if you heard any hollow spots. You weren’t sure what you would do if you did hear any hollow spots, but it was still worth a shot.

Not even five minutes after you’d handed the lock to Yugyeom, though, he appeared in the doorway of the cabinet.

“I can’t figure it out,” he said with a quick shrug. “What’s the clue in here?”

“I have no idea,” you chuckled. “I’m just trying to see if I can find anything.”

The cabinet was actually quite tall, and while you wanted to check every inch of it, you found you couldn’t quite reach all the way up to the top.

“Can you reach up there and feel around, see if there’s anything up there?” you asked Yugyeom, standing on your toes and stretching your arm to show him you couldn’t quite do it.

“Yeah, sure,” he mumbled before stepping into the cabinet with you.

You watched as he reached up and ran his hand along the wall, his brow furrowed gently.

“What exactly am I looking for?” he asked.

Before you could answer, the door of the cabinet let out a soft creak and slowly swung closed.

“I don’t know, anything --”

You reached to open the door, though you couldn’t immediately find the handle because it was now pitch black inside.

“Oh, wait!” Yugyeom cried out suddenly.

You jumped, his sudden loud voice startling you and interrupting your search for the door handle.

“I found something,” he continued. You could hear the smile in his voice, and it brought a smile to your own lips -- a tiny one, of course, because you were still quite annoyed at the whole situation.

You then heard Yugyeom pull on something, and a click followed immediately after.

Except... it didn’t sound like a good click.

It sounded like... something... locking.

Like a door locking.

Oh, great. Had Yugyeom just found the secret lever the employees used to lock the cabinet from the inside?

You fumbled around until you caught hold of the door handle, and when you pushed down on it --

Yep.

Yugyeom had just found the secret lever the employees used to lock the cabinet from the inside.

That meant there was most likely a secret door to get out and into the room on the other side, but it was as dark as dark could be in the cabinet. You had no clues, no cell phone, no nothing.

Unless you found the exit door by pure luck, the two of you were stuck in here for the next twenty-five or so minutes.

“Yugyeom,” you said in a low voice.

“...What?”

“I think you just locked us in here.”

There were a few moments of silence, only the sound of the two of you breathing filling the air around you.

And then Yugyeom spoke.

“I did what?”

You slowly let out a deep breath before pushing on the door handle again, making it obvious that it was locked and wouldn’t open.

“You locked us in, you idiot!” you cried, unable to keep your composure any longer.

“I’m sorry!” Yugyeom cried in response. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Well, I know you didn’t mean to, but you still did! Now we’re stuck in here until the time is up, and we definitely won’t be able to figure out any of the clues and escape ourselves.”

You ripped your hand away from the handle, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back against the cabinet wall behind you. You wanted to turn your head away from Yugyeom, but it was too dark to see him, so there really wasn’t any point it looking in another direction.

“Well!” Yugyeom stammered. “It -- it’s not my fault all the smart people bailed!”

You didn’t dignify his statement with an answer. 

Once it was clear you weren’t going to say anything, you heard Yugyeom let out a sputtering sigh, and you felt him slide down to sit on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice muffled. You imagined he’d crossed his arms and was resting them on his bent knees with his head buried in them, and to be quite honest, it pulled at your heartstrings.

You were extremely miffed at the moment, yes, but Yugyeom was still your best friend. You still cared about him.

You carefully slid down the wall until you felt your butt hit the ground, and then you crawled over to the other side to sit next to him.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, bending your knees and resting your arms on top of them as you knew he was probably doing. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“You didn’t just yell at me,” Yugyeom piped up, his voice much closer to your ear than you’d expected. “You called me an idiot.”

Before you could stop yourself, you retorted back with, “Well, you know you can be sometimes.”

Yugyeom simply let out an emotionless chuckle, and you rolled your eyes at yourself. When would you learn to think before you spoke?

“Yeah, I know,” he mumbled.

You scooted over just a little bit more until you felt your shoulder brush against his elbow. You nudged him gently and said, “But a nice idiot.”

Yugyeom let out yet another chuckle, though this one definitely had a smile to it.

“A sweet idiot. A caring idiot. A really, really, really amazing friend idiot. A really --”

“Okay, I get it,” Yugyeom interjected.

But instead of sounding amused or shy, he sounded... a little annoyed.

“Yugs, I -- I’m just kidding. You’re not an idiot,” you said softly. “You do idiotic things sometimes, but you’re not an idiot.”

“Okay, can you just --” Yugyeom began but he cut himself off shortly.

“...Just what?” you whispered.

“Just stop.”

Your forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Stop what?”

“Stop... saying nice things about me,” he murmured.

...Your forehead wrinkled even more.

“What? Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why?” you asked. “Why can’t I say nice things about you?”

“Because it gets my hopes up that you like me, and I know you don’t like me like that, so please just -- just stop.”

It took about five seconds for you to realize you had inhaled... but you hadn’t exhaled.

You let out the breath you were holding, trying to turn more to face him -- even though you still couldn’t even see him.

“Yugs, what -- what are you -- like you? Get your hopes up? What --”

“I like you, okay?” Yugyeom interrupted. “I’ve liked you for a long time, but I could never tell you.”

You blinked, and you were fairly sure your mouth was hanging wide open.

“I made everyone bail on this because I -- I wanted to... do something with you. Just the two of us,” he continued. “But I’m too much of an idiot to make it actually be fun. Now you’re just annoyed with me.”

“No, I’m not annoyed with you,” you replied, reaching out and grabbing at the air until you found Yugyeom’s arm. Once you did, you gently grasped it, feeling your heart starting to thump wildly as you felt the warmth of his skin against yours. “I’m sorry. I didn’t -- I didn’t know.”

You heard Yugyeom’s soft laugh, and it made your heart thump even more.

“Of course, you didn’t know. I didn’t want you to know.”

“So... why did you tell me now?” you whispered.

“Because...” Yugyeom began, but he paused before the next word could escape.

It only took a few moments for you to become impatient. “Because what?” you asked quickly.

“Because I like you too much,” he answered, sounding pathetic and forlorn. So much so that it nearly broke your heart. “I can’t do this anymore. I like you too much, and I don’t want to be caught in this one-sided, unrequited love --”

Yugyeom suddenly stopped talking.

And... a second or two passed because you realized he had stopped talking because you were kissing him.

How you had found his lips in total darkness, you would never know.

But you had.

And you were still kissing them.

Before you even had a chance to pull away, though, Yugyeom did.

“What --” he gasped, and you felt his breath fan over your lips and cheek. “What was --”

“I kissed you,” you replied.

Silence.

“...Well, I know that. But... why?”

“Did... you... not like it?” you asked warily.

“No, of course, I did. But...”

Before tonight -- before just now -- you had never imagined kissing Yugyeom.

...Okay, that was a lie.

You actually had imagined kissing him before.

Back when he’d been dating someone who you didn’t care to name anymore, you had watched them be all lovey-dovey in the hallways. You had watched Yugyeom lean against the lockers like James Dean. You had watched their adoring gazes, their clasped hands and linked fingers... their kisses.

And you had wondered: What did it feel like? What did his kiss feel like?

You had written it off as teenage hormones and romantic curiosity at the time, but now...

And, to be honest, now that you were thinking about it, that hadn’t been the only time.

You’d thought about kissing Yugyeom more than once since then. You’d thought about... being in a relationship with him. But each time you’d written it off as a weird, fantastical thought and not anything you actually felt. One of those random thoughts which simply pops into your head, and you know it’s not real, and you’ll never act on it or carry that thought out. Because Yugyeom was your best friend! He would never be your boyfriend -- you would never want him to be your boyfriend. You just didn’t see him in that way.

But... apparently, you had been wrong.

Because kissing Yugyeom hadn’t really been anything like you’d imagined it.

It had been... so much more.

“So, I can kiss you again?” you asked after swallowing down a lump of nerves in your throat.

“Y/N, I’m so confused,” Yugyeom said with a breathless chuckle. “What do you --”

But you cut him off yet again, pressing your lips to his.

And instead of pulling away, Yugyeom simply gave in. He slid an arm around your waist, pulled you into his lap, and... he kissed you back.

You would go on to never do another Escape Room again, for the rest of your life. 

Not because you had bad memories or you were scared you wouldn’t figure out all of the puzzles like tonight, but... because you knew no other Escape Room experience could ever measure up to this one.

This one had changed your life forever.

All because neither of you had paid much attention to The Crucible and had no idea when the Salem Witch Trials took place.

Who would’ve thought?

[langdxn]

Could you do 43 & 50 with Richard? ♥️

OOFT right in the softboi Richard! Thank you so much anon, Richard is so much fun to write for ❤️❤️❤️

“Don’t you want to play with me?” // “I only want to please you”

Every day in the clinic was agony.

In the six months and fifteen days you’d been locked up in this hellhole, you hadn’t made any friends and you certainly hadn’t wanted to. You spent most of your day in your chair in the darkest corner of the lounge, headphones blasting some insensitive punk nonsense, knees bunched up to your chin and arms wrapped defensively around your crumpled, anti-social form. 

Your hard yet aimless stare into the middle distance was immovable, as if the subtle peeling of the wallpaper in the corner was the most fascinating subject in the world. You spoke rarely but your tongue was sharp and forked, nobody dared speak to you for fear you’d rip their head off and feed it back to them through a straw.

That is, until Richard arrived.

At first he was a carbon copy of your steely exterior, empty glares at the TV screen, headphones blocking out the world revolving around him, practically hissing at any attempts of contact. He faced Jonah’s silver-tongued malice with a deafening silence and somehow, it tamed him. Before long, they were inseparable. When Jonah left, Richard had to keep himself company. He needed a new companion.

A beautiful, brown-haired boy that came into the clinic as petrified and resistant as you, Richard became your muse from afar. Seeing him complete his mundane daily routine kept you going through yours, watching him nervously flick his hair while he watched the furthest pixel on the left of the television that had long since turned to static. You admired his resilience, his inability to let the worst parts of the clinic get to him. In truth, you were more curious, and on some level much more attracted to him than you cared to admit even to yourself.

Not that you’d ever have the courage to speak to him, much less pursue your attraction.

Everybody who had so far attempted to break down his barriers was somebody he wouldn’t willingly waste his time with. What you didn’t know is that Richard needed somebody with his same worldview, somebody just as reluctant to be contained within the clinic walls, asking for permission for every human function simply to survive until tomorrow. Richard needed somebody. Richard needed somebody who could want him back.

That’s when he found you.

Swaying into the lounge one bleary yet sleepless night, Richard clocked you in your seated foetal position in the shadows. Resisting the natural urge to slump into his usual chair, carefully positioned directly front and centre to the TV, he made a beeline for the seat beside you. His uncomfortable fidgets as he landed in a much less squishy chair than his own almost gave his game away, but at least he was trying.

You couldn’t break your perfect streak of coming off as a hard-faced bitch to everybody in the clinic, not even for the mysterious brunette who gave you chills whenever he entered the room.

He sat silently beside you for a good few minutes, staring into whichever middle distance you had selected today. The tension ate away at him, the urge to wander his gaze to your direction overwhelming but the necessity to stay in your good books was paramount. He swallowed hard, he wasn’t a man of many words and this one situation called for some incredibly intricate ice breakers. Nothing would tumble off his tongue, not even something foolish. Actions would have to speak louder than words this time.

He nudged you carefully with his elbow. Not too sharp, not too gentle, a middle of the road jab to the ribs. You refused to bite, continuing your pursuit of something far more interesting in the wallpaper.

Richard flicked his unruly brown locks from his face, trying his hardest to conceal his frustration. Was he making an enemy by trying to make a girlfriend? He froze again, eyes darting around him as if seeking inspiration from the empty, dingy lounge at 2am.

Rummaging through his jeans pocket, he produced a weary box of matches and pulled out three matchsticks, resting them on the arm of your chair so they lined up side by side.

He chewed his bottom lip as he waited impatiently for you to make a move, or at least ask what he was doing. Prodding a sleepless girl’s curiosity is a risky game but it would be worth it.

No response. No luck.

He sighed, defeated, folding his arms across his chest in accepting that perhaps you’d both remain in this stalemate forever. At least, until he said something to break the silence.

Inhaling deeply, Richard’s lips parted to say something. Anything.

“What do you want, Richard?”

Leaning back in surprise, he looked over to see you still hadn’t moved to look at him, or in fact the matches.

“Don’t you want to play with me?”

“Not in that way,” you baited with raised eyebrows, flaunting the most suggestive tone you could conjure. Fuck, did you really just say that?

“Wait, what?” Richard was floored.

“You heard me,” you sassed, finally looking him in the eye. His piercing blue orbs bore right into your soul, a dreamy gaze looking back at you as he processed what you just implied. Making your point very clear, you dropped your knees and hopped out of your seat, leaving the lounge with a spring in your step as you heard Richard obediently following suit.

With the gorgeous boy in tow, you lead him towards the laundry room, swinging the door open and ushering him in before carefully clicking it closed behind you.

Richard’s one hand began roving your waist from behind you, the other swooping your hair to one side and dancing delicate kisses up your neck.

“What are we doing in here?” He whispered between pecks. You spun on your heels to face him, pulling him in for the deep, longing kiss you’d waited for ever since the day he arrived.

“Most soundproof room in the clinic,” you chuckled against his lips, slowly walking you both back against the nearest washing machine. You hopped on top of it and drew him in between your legs. “Can’t have insomniacs woken up by washers, can they?”

Richard smiled warmly, kissing you again before searching for your panties under your nightdress, skilfully swiping them down around your ankles and preparing to drop to his knees.

“Hang on, where are you going?”

“I only want to please you,” he muttered as he spread your legs wider atop the machine, humming hungrily as he drew his lips closer to your exposed folds.

“Oh no you don’t,” you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back up to face you, fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants. “I’ve waited months for this, there’s no way in hell I’ve got time for foreplay.”

Releasing his length in one fell swoop, you shuffled closer to the edge and lined his tip up with your entrance as he looked on with lust-blown eyes.

“Wait, are you on any—“

“Richard, you think they’d let an insomniac girl stay in here with a load of insomniac guys without putting me on birth control? We’re safe, don’t worry about that.”

“Then come here baby,” he curled a hand around your neck and pulled you to his lips again, rocking his hips forward and moaning into your mouth as he felt your warm folds embrace the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Richard,” you cursed as your head swung back, hands threaded into Richard’s hair as a gentle burn spread through your walls, his length stretching you wide open and filling you completely with every gentle thrust.

“How long have you wanted this?”

“Ever since you got here,” you panted between the punctuating snap of his hips into yours, stroking your walls with every inch of his cock buried inside you.

“Why didn’t you say?”

“Why didn’t you say?” You retorted, hooking your feet behind his thighs and pulling him closer to slide deeper into your heat.

“I was—I was afraid you’d say no,” Richard moaned, sharpening his thrusts and letting his eyes roll to the ceiling.

“How could I say no to this dick?” You moaned against the heat pooling in your abdomen, that familiar resistant coil deep inside waiting to snap at any moment. “It’s been a long time, that’s why I can’t last long.”

Taking that as a challenge, he curled his hips in fluid motions, revelling in your shallow breaths, your arched back and how your walls tightened around him.

“It’s okay, you’re my first so I won’t either.”

With another deft plunge inside you, Richard’s cock twitched fervently against your walls, a gratuitous moan spilling from his parted lips. Watching him unravel snapped the coil in your insides and sent your legs into spasm around him, a fresh pool of arousal escaping your folds.

“Well fuck,” you sighed in a blissful haze. “You could’ve fooled me.”

Planting a grateful kiss on your lips, Richard wrapped his arms around you tightly as you both rode out the fading buzz from your release.

“Don’t worry baby,” he whispered. “Give me five minutes and I’ll last longer next time.”