#PLEAAAAASE BRING HIM BACK

[ariartcor]

Bought CSP….listened to MB finale while yearning for Ted’s return…I miss him…

[spacecowboyy0]

wolverine dressing up reader in cute onesies like bear onesie or any cute one and carrying the baby around the mansion to get them to sleep he would probably deny being the one to choose their outfit

guilty pleasure

adore this idea so much, i wish i had more ideas about this because i would've loved to write more! ugh logan pleaaaaase!!!

summary: logan gets little!reader the onesie they've been wanting and fluff ensues! some angst because reader is too restless to sleep but then it's soft and cute

notes: charles and erik are there for a sec <3

930 words

Logan's guilty pleasure is you. He loves indulging in your regressed fantasies, coddling you as his kit. He's such a softie for you, and over the years has stopped trying to hide it from others. In public he's not as worried about keeping up his gruff demeanor, rather putting his attention towards you. All in all, he adores you. 

He's seen you eyeing pictures of onesies, particularly a cute brown fuzzy one with bear ears. You save them to your online folder of regression things you like, but then move on. Logan didn’t move on though.

You walk up the stairs, wondering why Logan could’ve called you up to his room. When you get there, he’s on his bed holding a box. 

“Come sit baby.” He pats the spot beside you, and you eagerly sit down. He places the box in your lap. “Open it.” 

You open the box, and see brown fuzz. You look at him curiously, unsure about what’s in front of you. He gives you an encouraging nod, so you lift the item out. It unfolds, and you recognize it to be the bear onesie you’ve been eyeing for weeks. 

Your eyes light up at the sight, and squeal. You bring it to your cheek, rubbing the soft fabric in a soothing manner. “Papa!! How did you know?”

“You’re not that subtle, cub.” He laughs and ruffles your hair. You quickly change into it, excited to show everyone your new present. 

You run down the stairs, and burst into Charles’ office where he and Erik are looking over some documents. At your interruption, they both look up and smile at your infectious energy. 

“Look at what Papa got me!” You spread your arms to fully display the outfit and do a little spin. 

“Very cute sweetheart, you look adorable.” Charles tells you softly. 

“Oh and look!” You spin around again, this time stopping halfway so they can see your little tail. You see Logan leaning against the doorway before you turn back around. 

“You got this for them Logan?” Erik asks, almost teasing but you don’t pick up on it, too distracted by the soft garment against your skin. 

“They really wanted it.” He shrugs. “And I love having a little cub to snuggle with every night.” He pulls you into his chest and pokes your side, making you giggle. 

It’s a rainy day, with too heavy of a downpour for you to have fun in the puddles. You tried, but it was just kind of miserable. So Logan spent his day trying to keep you occupied but it seemed it was just an off day for you. Your mind is under-stimulated and restless. 

Now, it's evening and your brain isn't shutting off. You're squirmy, wiggling in Logan's arms as he carries you to his bedroom. Since it's Friday, he allowed you to stay up past your bedtime, and he knew you wouldn't be asleep on time anyway. 

You had convinced him to let you watch some cartoons for a while, but now you need to sleep. That's what Logan thinks anyway. You think that there's no way you're going to bed right now. Why would you? You're not even tired. 

Logan might have believed that you aren't tired if it weren't for your overtired whining. Anytime he told you to do anything you were groaning about it, turning away from him and stomping your foot. Sleepy dramatics, and he could see right through you.

He sets you down on his bed, and crosses his arms. You look at him with a frustrated expression and a serious pout. 

"Don't wanna sleeeeeep Pa." You complain petulantly. 

"I know, but you got to, kid." You huff and flop backwards, lying on your back. "Brush your teeth, get into your pjs and then see how you feel ok?" Logan tries to compromise. 

You do as he says, although begrudgingly. He tucks you in, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair. He walks downstairs to the couch, and watches some random show to unwind. It’s only 10 minutes until he hears soft padded footsteps. You round the couch and stand in front of him with your stuffie in hand. 

“I just can’t sleep.” Now you’re frustrated with your body too. Tears glaze over your eyes and blur your vision. He pulls you into his lap, and wipes your tears. 

“Shhhh I know, baby.” He soothes. You lean against him, soaking up the comfort, allowing his words to ease your distress. “How about I put you in your cute little cub onesie?”

You’re carried back up to his room once again and changed into the onesie. It’s soft against your skin and keeps you warm in the cool air. He picks you up, cradling you in his arms so you're tucked against him. 

He walks into the quiet hallway and Logan can hear snoring coming from the rooms he passes them. He rocks you as he moves, and your weight in his arms is comforting for him after a slightly miserable day. He walks up and down the halls until your breathing finally evens out and he feels tired enough himself to sleep as well. He looks down and you’ve got both of your hands loosely gripping his shirt and your pacifier resting in your mouth. The bunny plush on the stomach rises and falls with the movements of your breathing. 

You’re the picture of peace. When he lays you in his bed, and he gets in beside you, the air of peace coming from you lulls him into a deep sleep. 

[ilysungho]

hi katiiiiii!!! can u pleaaaaase do 78 + 80 with taesan? tysm 🙁🩷

a/n: ofc sweetheart <3 this one's a little shorter than my recent ones have been but i hope you like it nonetheless! wc: 0.5k contains: dom!taesan x sub!reader, established relationship (bf/gf), use of nicknames, marking, semi public sex, unprotected sex (don't!), lowercase intended, prompts italicized

your back laid flat against the dressing room wall while taesan held your figure. his hands roamed your body as you both kissed, his tongue hungrily exploring your mouth. the two of you had been shopping for new clothes for yourself the whole day and he had been watching you undress and redress way too many times to not want to take you whole. his patience ultimately ran out as you entered the lingerie store to look for slip dresses.

"you look so pretty in this, i'm gonna buy it in every color just for you princess."

"mmm taesannn not here please..." your lips felt bruised from how hard he had been kissing you, finally letting go to kiss your neck and leave hickeys. his lips smacked against your skin, making loud and obvious sounds. “don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.”

“that’s part of the thrill darling.” he removed your panties as he fiddled with the cute bow on the dress in front of your cleavage. his fingers swirled the slick, collecting it to use as lube on his dick he took out after he did your panties.

he turned your body around to bend you over, your ass showing now as the dress slipped off to reveal it. the sight had him licking his lips, hungry to take you already. he pumped his cock a couple times with his hand before inserting the tip into you. you gasped a little too loudly, making taesan insert his fingers into your mouth. you sucked on them as he inserted all the way inside of you. the arch of your back got prominent as he pulled out and repeated the action slowly to not make too much noise.

“you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly. fuuckkkk, you look so gorgeous in this..." you whined softly as your tongue stayed wrapped around his fingers, his length starting to move faster. he could already feel himself reach his climax, having been horny since he first watched you change.

"baby 'm gonna cum soon... you better keep it all inside you until we get back home m'kay?" his thrusts got frantic as you hummed in agreement. you could feel your own high approaching, coming quicker as you felt him squirt his load into you. he kept thrusting into you to help him ride out his high, making you cum in the process.

curses slipped out of his lips as he felt your juices around him, bringing him back to his senses. but he felt so needy, he had to keep himself in you, to see you completely ruined under him.

"let's get you dressed and checked out babe, i need you so badly." he said as he put your panties back on you. the two of you exited the dressing room after you had changed back into your original outfit.

you went to the the register to buy your new clothes, taesan having grabbed the rest of the colors on the way. he held your waist as he pulled out his card to pay, grabbing the bag after and leading you out.

"wear the blue one once we're back baby." he softly whispered into your blushing ears as you both walked to the car.

[oneforthemunny]

evie babeee are you still accepting blurbs? kinda wanna see hockey!eddie, smut/fluff, giggly sex pleaaaaase 🥹❤️ i am yearning for him he is such a loverboy i will cry

i love a giggly, sweet, silly loverboy and will never say no to this!!! minors dni.

Your hand pressed forward against the tile, nails digging into the grout, back arching further with each roll and snap of Eddie's hips into you. The water from the shower head spilled down Eddie's broad shoulders, trickling down his arms and splattering over your back.

A small huff of laughter slipped out with a grunting moan. You ignored it at first, rocking your own hips back carefully to meet Eddie's thrusts, a wet smack echoing off the shower walls when his skin slapped against yours.

Eddie's moan floated out with another giggle. You could feel him getting distracted by something, strokes far less rhythmic and slowing. You turned, looking over your shoulder at him. "What?"

Eddie's lips pulled in a tight grin. "Nothin', sorry."

"No, what's funny?" You hummed straightening up, feet shuffling to plant firmer on the ground.

Eddie ran a hand through his wet curls, pushing them back. "It's nothing. It's just, like, where the water's coming down, it's going right where I touch you, so every time I fuck you it's splashing back up." He grinned. "It's like a little fountain every time I fuck you. Like a little water gun. It pops up and spurts everywhere."

You lifted a brow, your own giggle leaving your lips. "What?"

"Look," Eddie's hands found your hips again, one on your tummy to steady you while you watched. He pulled out, pushing back into you with a stroke that had your eyes rolling back, moaning in pleasure.

"You missed it!" Eddie clicked his tongue, giggling at you playfully.

"Sorry, sorry." You shuddered around a breathy laugh. "Don't go as hard. I'll watch."

Eddie nodded, pulling out but pushing into you less deep, enough that you could see what had amused him. A squelch and pop of water jumping when your skin met.

You couldn't help the laugh that left you. It was silly? So fucking silly. "See?" Eddie laughed. "I got distracted. I was trying to see how high I could get it."

You shook your head at him. "You're an idiot." You laughed at him. "Distracted by water?"

"It was cool!" Eddie laughed. "You gotta admit it was cool. Admit it was cool."

You rolled your eyes, standing fully, turning towards him. "It was kinda funny." You shook your head. "But let's do it this way. That way you don't get distracted." You give him a playful glare, hand snaking between the two of you, slowly pumping his length.

Eddie's head tipped back, eyes closed letting the stream from the shower fall over him, your hand pleasuring him, bringing him back to you.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Please pleaaaaase some yandere!triumphant wilson and a vv shy reader aaaa

⧱Ravenous⧱

{"Mwahahaha!"}

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Worriedly gazing at the lingering shadows, you sigh and glance at your book. The journal was one of the few things you had from your former home. You were at least grateful you had your bag with you before...

"Miss (Y/N)?"

Immediately tensing up, you let out a small squeak as you turn around in your spot. Before letting go of the breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"A-ah.. Um.. Hi.." You croak out softly, smiling awkwardly at him. "I... I just wanted to get s-some notes down before turning in.. I guess.." You explained loosely, turning away as you grab your bag.

"S-so.. What brings you.. Here?" You blink, glancing at where he once stood. "Where-?"

"Ah, I'm glad you found more items for the camp-" Wilson states as he leans down to your side. Reading over your notes unabashedly as you yelp in surprise.

"Ack-!" Twisting around once again, you fall off your spot on the log...

A quiet whimper escaped your throat as Wilson quickly rushed to your aid. Helping you regain your bearings as you dizzily thank him. Shaking it off once he cleared his throat.

"Miss (Y/N), I assume you've be curious of where I've been the last few nights." He stated politely, standing tall as you readjusted yourself in your seat.

"Y-yeah.. I've been a bit worried. I thought you got hurt." You said softly, frown at the idea.

Wilson eyes widen as he meets your timid irises.

A slow... Almost a snarl of a smile overcomes his face. He clears his throat once more as he smiled more kindly. "That's rather thoughtful of you, but as I told you. I am incapable of being hurt, Her Majesty made it so. So don't worry pretty little head over it."

Wilson said a bit more smugly than intended, drinking in your doubtful expressions. While it was un-gentlemanly to make a young lady be distressed, he couldn't help adoring the exquisite feeling in his chest when you inspect him.

"R-right.. Sorry."

"No need, but as I was saying. I've returned, along with good news. No monsters lurking tonight near your base." Wilson grabs your journal, dusting it off carefully as he hands it to you.

Your smile shyly, "oh, thanks and.. For letting me know.." You reply, taking the small item, placing it back within your bag.

"My pleasure."

-

You were one of the newest survivors on the island.

A shy, sweet thing...

You were alone for the most apart, hunting and surviving best you could. Until.. It wasn't just you.

You eye the stranger as you kept your distance. Afraid as he smiled at you with intrigue.

"Hello, Madame."

He spoke soothingly, seeing the way you tried to make yourself smaller. His sharp teeth form into a grin. "The Queen has taken notice of you and asked me personally to keep a watchful eye on you for the time being."

Just like that, you weren't alone anymore.

The two of you became a pair of sorts, where you'd go, he'd follow. Oftentimes, he'd shape-shift into an animal or monster to aid you.

Which you didn't mind too much.

You hold out your pointer finger for the bird to land on. Giggling as the crow caws in amusement. "Sometimes I forget that this place is..."

Your words drift off a bit, "I-I mean... It's like a fairytale! But.. Less romance and more twisted fantasy." You try to joke as Wilson tilts his head, a soft caw leaving him as you try another topic to discuss.

You.. Opened up to him, more content with him.

He did as well, feeling somewhat softer within your presence.

Until it wasn't just the two of you anymore..

"Why must you put up with that horrid man?" Your companion asks, seething bitterly at the sleeping Maxwell.

"He.. Needed help.. I guess?" You blink innocently, not sure why Wilson hated the man. Your friend merely sighs, shifting into a Vargling as he curled up beside you to the fire.

He never felt such feelings as this..

A slimey... Softening feeling in his chest.

"Touch her.. Or hurt her. I'll make sure either I or Queen Charlie will see to it you'll never have rest." Wilson growls at the older man, Maxwell rolls his eyes. He kept his head in his book while you slept peacefully as one could in the Constant.

-

[Sorry! Ran out of steam, but loved the concept!!!! So, I was inspired by @/itstheblob comic for wilson! Theyre art is amazing! I would tottally check it out! Thanks for reading! Reblogs and likes, comments are appricated!]

[spookyghostjelly]

🎃 Kinktober 🎃

Size Kink - Mountain x f!ghoul!reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, 1.6k words, smut, pnv sex, oral sex (male receiving), SIZE KINK!, dom Mountain, unprotected sex, creampie

Here's a little contribution to kinktober, I really hope you like it! 👻

****

“Mountaaaaain, pleaaaaase” you whine, already panting heavily under him.

He simply chuckles and the hand on your neck presses your face a little harder against the wall of the storeroom.

“Shush, you needy little thing."

You whimper and twitch against him. How he manages to keep his tone so calm when you can feel his throbbing erection against your ass is simply beyond you. Your day had started so normally, until he had sneaked up on you just before band practice and shoved you effortlessly into the closest room before locking you up with him. And here you were now, clawing desperately at the wall, fangs nearly puncturing the skin of your lips and tail waving frantically behind you.

Meanwhile, Mountain is as impassive as ever as he makes quick work of your pants and underwear, shoving them down but leaving them at your thighs so you couldn’t spread them. He then swiped one of his long fingers along your slit and of course, you were already drenched by now. Mountain always had a way of making you an utter mess within mere moments.

"Already so desperate, and I haven't even begun yet" he whispers.

You push your ass against him with a loud moan in response. The hand at the back of your neck quickly comes to grip at the front and squeezes in warning.

"Stay silent, I don't feel like sharing today."

The low rumble of his voice makes you shiver and hum in delight. You then lift on the tip of your toes and push your ass out further, a hiss leaving him when you finally manage to rub yourself properly against his clothed cock. Much to your pleasure, it seemed to be enough to finally set him off as his hands suddenly left you to free his erection from the tight confine of his pants. His breath was getting much heavier now and he swiped the thick head of his cock through your folds, carefully getting it wet before grabbing your hips and lifting you up until your feet were off the ground. The way Mountain could handle you like you weighed nothing more than a feather only served to make you even wetter. Without warning, he then shoved his huge cock all the way between your thighs and even though you tried, you couldn’t stop your whimpers when he began thrusting. You peeked down and your cunt clenched around nothing when you saw the angry red tip of him disappearing and reappearing just between your plush thighs, brushing against your clit each time.

“Tighter” he grunted and you listened, clenching your thighs together as tight as you could.

You pushed back against the wall to meet each of his thrusts, and even though he had ordered you to remain silent —which you were not so successfully managing to do— you were pretty sure the slap of his hips hitting against your ass could be heard from outside the door. It didn’t matter however, right now all that mattered was the giant bulk of a ghoul behind you using you for his own pleasure. You were quickly approaching your peak already and you grit your teeth together so hard, trying to remain as quiet as possible. The moment before you could tip over the edge however, Mountain suddenly pulls away from you and you very nearly sprawl on the floor as he fully releases you. You cry out, infuriated and desperate as you turn around to lash out or jump on him, you're not sure which option yet. The look on his face however has you stopping in your tracks. His expression is carefully neutral, but his eyes —oh fuck— his eyes are so dark it makes your cunt throb with intense need. Your instinct kicks immediately in as you cower slightly, submitting to him and his lips curl cruelly as soon as he notices.

"On your knees"

He hums in satisfaction when you drop down without fuss. You obediently open your mouth before he has to ask and he brings his cock to your lips, brushing the tip on your tongue. You always marveled at how Mountain was practically dwarfing you in size and today sure was no exception. The sight of him towering over you like this was a sight you’d never tire of. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head when his tail came to wrap loosely around your throat and pulled you forward on his length. Of course, there was no way for you to take all of him but you still tried your best, taking him further and further as your head bobbed. His grumble and grunts only spurred you on and you emptied your cheek and flattened your tongue, taking him until as far as you could down your throat. Even then, you only managed to take about half of his length. His huge hand then came to tangle in your hair, his head throwing backward, as he began to facefuck you harshly. Your face was a mess of drool and tears and your claws were now gripping at his thighs, delighted in the way they flexed and tensed under your fingers. Just as your vision was getting darker around the edges from lack of oxygen, you heard Mountain curse before suddenly pulling you away from him. You stared up at him dumbly, panting heavily, as you waited for his next move while he stared down at you. The faint shadow of a smile appeared on his lips.

“Look at you, how good you look like this petal” he growls, before leaning down and scooping you up.

He finally tore your pants and panties away from you before lifting you up until your face was level with his, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His lips brush against yours teasingly while his big hands grip your ass so hard they would probably bruise. And truth is, you wanted them too.

"Mountain please, I've been good" you whine as you squirm against him.

"Oh, have you now petal?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Pleaaase, want you, need you to fuck me, mark me, make me yours" you babbled.

He growled at your words, his grip tightening against you. The tip of his massive cock was right by your entrance, but he kept your body from sinking onto him, much to your despair.

"You better be ready, little one, 'cause I won't be stopping now."

Without further warning, he let your body sink down on his cock and his lips crashed onto yours to swallow the scream that ripped itself from your throat. The stretch was painful at first even with you dripping as you were —just as it always was with him— but Satan did you love it that way. His kiss is ravenous while he uses your body to get off and thanks to his previous edging, you can feel your orgasm approaching already.

"Mount, fuck, I-" you nearly scream when his lips part from yours.

"You gonna cum petal? Go ahead, I wanna feel your tight cunt squeezing me." 

It only takes one more drop of your weight on him for stars to bloom behind your eyelids. You can hear his hiss as your walls grip him like a vice and your body convulse with each wave of pleasure that courses through you. His pace doesn't slow down however, not even when you're twitching and whimpering from the overstimulation.

"Mounty, please, 's too much" your words come out slurred and tears fall freely down your cheeks.

"You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?" He manages between his panting breaths. "Be a good girl and take it."

You clench around him at his words and his pace quickens then, somehow hitting even deeper within you now.

"Ah! Fuck Mountain! Yes! Cum in me please! I can take it!" You cry out.

He simply grunts in response while his lips make their way down to your neck where he places bites and sucks at the skin and you knew you’d be sporting plenty of bruises in a few hours. Your claws dug into his back when his pace faltered and he now pounded into you like a wild animal. Another orgasm hits you right then, full on sobs leaving your lips at the utter bliss you felt. Mountain then cursed loudly, just before you finally felt his seed shooting deep within you, filling you to the brim, until it was leaking down and out, falling with loud splats on the floor beneath. You both stayed like this for Satan knows how long, until your panting breaths got back to normal and all the while, his hands softly massaged your ass and thighs. Mountain finally pulled out from you by lifting you up, causing you to whine at the loss and he simply chuckled. He then carefully sets you back down, only fully releasing you once he was sure your shaky legs would hold you. He quickly tucked himself back in his pants before going to retrieve your underwear and pants before handing them to you. You looked down at your leaking cunt, before looking back up at him. The smirk that spreads on his face nearly pulls another needy whine from you.

“What’s up, petal?” He sounds so innocent and sweet, but his expression tells a different story. “Go on, hurry and get dressed, we still have a band practice to attend to.”

***

When you and Mountain finally enter the practice room a little later, your gaze immediately narrows in on Rain's flustered expression. When his eyes finally meet yours, you notice the way his body tenses and how his deep blues eyes are now dark swirling pools of want. Looks like someone heard you, you thought as you cast a glance at Mountain behind you. He had obviously noticed the same thing you did, his eyes going just as dark when his gaze met yours again. A smile spread wide on your face. Oh, you couldn't wait until practice was over.

[true-blue-sonic]

13. Espilver, pls

13. …discreetly.

Espio doesn't like games, but one he and Silver have unceremoniously dubbed Giving Each Other Discreet Kisses Until Caught By Rowdy Housemates does bring him no small amount of amusement.

It's a game that Silver invented, actually. Where television nights are usually dominated by Vector and Charmy having an argument about what to watch, the two other inhabitants of the Agency are left with only bickering and rapidly-switching tv programs to entertain them. Espio is glad to study it from a distance while not getting involved in the slightest; he doesn't even like watching television much. But Silver does get bored far more easily than he does... The sensation of a kiss and nibble right on his chest some nights ago had made Espio snort, he'd immediately retaliated on soft grey quills, and from that day onwards they've been having their little competition every single night so far: who can sneak the most discreet kisses onto the other without Vector and Charmy noticing?

Today Espio's in the lead, though mostly because he's managed to manoeuvre Silver's head around so his mouth is not anywhere near Espio's body from where he lays trapped on the chameleon's lap. If Silver strains, he can turn and twist somewhat so he can assault Espio's knees with kisses; but that's right in view of Vector and Charmy, madly discussing the merits of either watching Chao in Space or Crime Investigators. Espio's got himself in a much better position, with the back of Silver's head right there for him to play with; hidden behind Silver's long quills he can assault the other's ears without interruption, and so far he's yet to be questioned about why he's sitting so slouched.

Silver's ear is trying to escape the pecks through plentiful wriggling, trying to veer from one side to the other to throw Espio off like a worm skedaddling around on the sidewalk. It doesn't work; a kiss gets pressed right on its tip the moment it flicks by again, and Espio grins at the huff of breath getting blown into his knees. Yes, today he'll be the undisputed winner of the competition of discreet kisses-

Though a loud "Espio!!" makes him shoot right up.

"What-?" the chameleon grumbles at the interruption, one hand moving up to part two of Silver's quills so he can look through. Vector and Charmy are staring at him with their arms crossed, a perfect copy of each other. "Apologies. You've been at it for so long, I lost track of what you are doing," Espio defends himself, ignoring Silver's ear cheekily flicking now that he can't do anything to kiss it anymore. "What is the matter?"

"The tv's on the fritz," Vector huffs, tail lashing. And indeed, crackling grey static fills the screen, with some crunching noises that make Espio wince filling the air. They can't afford a new one... but on the other hand, at least it spares him a fight between his colleagues about what program to watch.

"Really now? How woeful," the chameleon retorts with very little woefulness in his voice, Silver getting a lavish little scratch over his head. "That is what you get when you're so manically changing the programs every other second. Doesn't seem like you will be able to watch much television tonight."

"Espio!!" Charmy whines in horror. "Pleaaaaase, can you take a look? I want to watch Chao in Space!"

"And I want to watch Crime Investigators!!" the bickering starts up again immediately. Fondly Espio sighs, his beloved stretching himself out ever so extensively on his lap while rather promptly becoming about thrice as heavy all of a sudden. Well, Silver has spoken; Vector and Charmy aren't paying attention to them anymore anyway, fussing with the television as they are, and thus Espio gladly resumes his and Silver's little competition with a peck pressed right between the quills on his back this time. Though, he has to muffle a chuckle at the kiss getting clumsily pushed against one knee, both because it tickles and because Vector and Charmy notice nothing.

It's easy to be discreet with such colleagues.

[s-4pphics]

more mechanic!ellie x snobbybitch!oc lol i’m kinda obsessed and i missed them ngl 

wc;cw: 765 reaaal cute, oc is a cunt lol, joel slander i love him dont start, ellies a sub, more monologues, dassit

you smashed the second window of your three day old, freshly glossed pink bentley with a metal baseball bat

and you couldn’t be happier! 

not only was ur dad getting you a new car but u were seeing your girlfriend today!

you were giddy with excitement as you went to your contacts and called the number saved as i wanna fuck the freckly girl! 

“YELLO!”… joel… great

yawn…. he’s nice or whatever but yawn 

where’s ur daughter gimme ur daughter

but you put on an act before ur annoyance could come through the phone 

“JOEL HELP ME SOMEONE TRIED TO BREAK INTO MY CAR AND—“

“uh darlin’, i’m not a cop….. you know that right?” 

“no i KNOW but i need repairs on my back window, could you pleaaaaase help me?” 

you sounded honey sweet, he wouldn’t say no to you! 

“uhh sure. you shouldn’t drive it if glass is everywhere, we’ll come pick it up to bring it into the shop.” 

you smirked devilishly 

“thank you sooooo much! you’re a doll! i’ll see you soon?” 

“umm…. it’ll be a few hou—“

you weren’t hearing that, they’re coming now!

“ten minutes?! great! see you then!” 

and you hung up, your heels clicked on your garage floor as u walked into ur fathers marbled kitchen

this calls for a celebratory glass of lemonade! 

u and the devil on ur shoulder clinked glasses

you heard a knock at the door ten minutes later 

but you were already standing there! you ripped it open and was greeted with… joel

sigh

“hey! your car’s pretty messed up, someone went crazy on it, looks lik—“

“yeah it’s sad isn’t it, did ellie come?” 

“pardon?”

“ellie, did she come?” 

“…no…. she’s at the shop” 

“doing what?” 

“she’s…. she’s working. on a car. at the shop.” 

you pouted 

“well, why are we still standing here! let’s go!” 

“uh…. okay.” 

and you smiled as you brushed past him, hopping in the tow truck with a giddy smile on ur face 

you applied more lipgloss and chanel no. 5

u were finally seeing ur girlfriend! 

he tried to make conversation the whole drive here, but you didn’t care about shit he was talking about

“that’s so funny joel! gonna go inside now!” 

and the minute you slammed the truck door and ran inside the garage and glitter obscured ur vision

the love of your life

the only star in ur sky

you felt your pussy clench in your lacy panties

and ur nipples got hard 

she was under the hood of some raggedy ass car and her muscles were out and she was biting her lip and she was covered in filth and u wanted to bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone in here 

wanted to make her scream for u 

wanted to make her cry and beg u to stop—

“why are you standin’ here, darlin’?”

“just sightseeing!” i’m gonna fuck your daughter so hard! 

“alright i’m gonna examine ur car and we’ll have a price for u in a bit.” 

and he left

fucking finally

u walked over to her

she had earphones in so u tapped her shoulder 

she took them out and turned and her face immediately fell 

you were smiling so hard! you were so happy! 

“hi!” 

“…..”

“whatcha up to!”

“….”

“did u miss me!” 

“you’re fucking crazy.” 

she’s making you wetter

she was so dirty, u wanna make her dirtier

u wanna ride her fucking face—

“what the fuck r u staring at?” 

“you. you look so cute right now.” 

she scowled harder, but u caught that pink tint on her face 

mhm, u knew she liked u

“take a break!” 

“the fuck r u talking about?” 

“ellie.” 

and her expression changed at ur serious tone. a little intimidated. a little scared. 

“take a break.” 

she blushed harder 

and u held her gaze 

hers flicked down to ur mouth

minemineminemine—

she put the tool she was holding down on the side table before she turned to look at u

u saw that little glint in her eye as she scanned you up n down. you want her you want her 

u took a step closer 

and closer and closer 

until u were right in front of her

her heavy breaths were hitting ur nose and you wanted fuck her now!

“where’s the bathroom?” 

her breath hitched and u heard it 

“um..”

“mhm?” 

“in the back.” 

the devil on ur shoulder applauded u 

“show me.” 

and she nodded shakily

you grinned like a kid in a candy store!

u loved ur girlfriend so much!

theyre gonna fuck so hard l8r lol

p.2 to this

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Aaaaaaaaa the bday letter!!!!!!! And on top of that, the kaveh wanter anon ask!! It's been rattling around in my brain and then you guys rattled it more and I love it.

Hyper focusing on another paragraph of the bday letter, why did I get the slight idea that Childe's family secretly ships us? Without meeting us too??

I was thinking how sweet it would be if he sent his family letters about the traveler/us and his family slowly picked up hints from the way he writes about us, or how often he offhandedly mentions us.

An "Ah yes, that person from your letters you join on those elaborate dates hangouts? That you meet at least once a week no matter how busy it gets? Ajax, we wanna meet them 🙂🙂 non suspiciously, thank you" kinda reaction and I love it because it's very familiar to me. Like they'd wanna stay involved without seeming too pushy, if that makes sense.

I give you the visual of slowly treading up a snowy(?) path to Ajax's family house with him, arms full of gifts. And the door swings open and a handful of younger siblings swarm towards us, cheering and pouncing on Ajax while the older family members stay by the door, welcoming us in.

Aaa 💖💖

oh my moon and stars did you see his birthday art too??? the DOUBLE SCARF????? i love him he's so cute hoyoverse foul legacy birthday art pleaaaaase

Ajax has wanted to take you to meet his family since literally forever, the moment you became a couple something clicked, and he knew he would love you every day of every year. maybe it was how you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face whenever he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around in public, or perhaps it was how you were able to easily drag him home and help clean the blood off after a fight. but he knows the truth- it's because of how well you treat his monstrous half, how you coo and fawn over Foul Legacy and leave the Abyssal beast purring and rolling over into your hands. to him, you're perfect, and Ajax grins as you huddle next to him, unused to the dreaded bite of Snezhnayan weather. he slings an arm around you, laughing and peppering your frozen cheeks with light kisses, the faint glow of lights beginning to appear in the distance as you approach the house his family has lived in for years. with an icy clunk he throws the door open, dead blue eyes filled with a hint of warmth

"Guess who's home! And I brought company!"

his family instantly swarms around you two, a sea of ginger hair and bright blue eyes. Ajax's younger siblings immediately leap into his arms as he laughs, his parents offering to take your coat with warm smiles. the loud but not unpleasant chatter of multiple voices surrounds you, his family turning their attention towards you and happily bombarding you with questions, chiding Ajax for not bringing you sooner. he simply lets out a boisterous laugh and pulls you close, his younger siblings already trying to climb onto your back or pull you into the living room, and in a single smooth motion Ajax sweeps you off your feet and cheerfully carries you further inside, the smell of spices and food filling the cozy space

you're going to fit in perfectly

[bonefall]

Oh I ADORE the idea of a Bumble/Star Flower dynamic. I always imagine Star Flower to have this sweet and soft exterior to her that allows her to manipulate Clear Sky, but is in actuality a cold, solemn, purpose-minded cat who takes no shit. Her geniunely taking interest in this sweetheart kitty who's full of confidence (and probably hates Clear Sky's guts as much as she does LMFAO) is so intriguing pleaaaaase tell me more ❤️

At the moment it's just sort of indulgence because I think their dynamic is interesting, so I haven't completely leaned onto it yet. I probably will though.

What I like a lot about them is that they're so different, yet so alike. They're both victims of their canon's misogyny, in opposite ways. It killed Bumble and prevented Star Flower from being what she could fully be.

In BB, Star Flower was the high priestess of One Eye, in one way, a daughter in others. He was violent and controlling. She was charming and capable. She did exactly what he wanted from her, and she enjoyed being his devotee. They loved each other like a parent and child, and for him, she would stay blind to the pain in the world.

Because she KNOWS that what she does hurts and kills people. Clear Sky isn't the first cat she's skilfully bled out slowly. But when her God is involved, this is not a terrified, screaming person on an altar. It's meat to be prepared for her beloved father.

And as long as she has One Eye to serve, she doesn't have to think about the humanity that is part of her new form. In a way, she's the same extinct medicinal flowers she used to be, before she took a shape as a mortal. She's his treatment. His bouquet. The flowers at a funeral.

And that's a kind of toxic dynamic, too, yknow. To love someone who merely offers you the simplicity of being their butcher.

How could she ever have prepared for his DEATH? To be SEPARATED from him? She is like an angel separated from her lord, whose one purpose has been destroyed.

And then she seduces Clear Sky, the treacherous beast who betrayed them. She'll bleed him like a goat, and be reunited with her father. And even more--

She'll offer it to Thunderstar, too! He understands her anger! Skystar is a snake who's bitten him as well. He will be grateful. There will be more who worship the warmth of the God of Summer, just like her.

But he rejects it, and you know why?Because he's had a toxic dad too.

Not one he loved like she did her own, but it gave him the clarity to realize that sacrificing Skystar HERE, after being backstabbed at his lowest point and suffering for hours, to bring a MONSTER back into the world, would just be revenge.

...and revenge is what Star Flower wants, too. She's hurt, but doesn't recognize that emotion.

(Still working out the climax of Thunderstar's Justice. I'm thinking that One Eye pops up, half-ressurected, and turns on Star Flower for his last sacrifice and Thunderstar saves her from that)

And after that, she can't go back to SkyClan. Of course.

When she speaks to Bumble for the first times, Star Flower is still threatening betrayals. Insisting, chuckling, that she's done Terrible Things and will do them again.

And Bumbs clocks immediately, "You're doing that to get a rise out of me and it won't work because no one would tease their secret evil scheme."

Bumble is going through a lot right now, actually. Thunderstar is getting good at speaking Parkmew on his own, now. Sparrow Heart, her daughter, betrayed her to join SkyClan in the pursuit of power. Her son Pebble Heart goes by Owl Eyes these days, and he's a big strong warrior who doesn't need her. It seems like no one needs her.

She talks a big game about her self-worth, but a lot of it is bluster and self-assurance. She'll insist she's the BEST AND COOLEST CAT THIS SIDE OF THE EVERYWHERE but she's hiding a LOT of guilt, none of it deserved.

I feel like Star Flower is fascinated by this. The dishonesty here. How Bumble presents herself as boisterous and over-confident, but hides a great sadness within it.

Ahh, Bumble wants a God to serve too, doesn't she? Everyone does. Is a Clan a sort of God to serve? ...yes, this is making sense.

For Bumble to Star Flower... she's brand new, an outsider just like she was once. A very strange one with strange humor, who exists at a time when her life is undergoing a lot of changes. She likes the way Star Flower is so interested in her. She enjoys showing her around the territory.

God, sometimes it just... it reminds her of Turtle Heart, you know? Before Tom came. When it was just them, and they were young and they were learning all these wonderful things together.

It never got better, really, losing her lover and her best friend. She's just been GO GO GOing for years, GO out of this Clan, GO get your kittens, GO open negotiations. It wasn't until NOW that she's really had time to process the loss of Turtle Heart.

And that's sort of where they are, now. There's not really an end in sight, they're just very involved and interested in each other. Not quite courting, but not NOT courting either. Sappho and her acquaintance lmao.

[shouyuus]

oooh tell me about fair fight or roll the dice pleaaaaase!!

wip game!!

FUJIIIII <3 thNKA U SO MUCH for asking about roll the dice i actually am obsessed w/ that idea ahEM

roll the dice - im thinking more and more that it'll probably be either a suo fic, or i could take a stab at writing an entire fic with an ambiguous love interest. for shorter things, im pretty okay w/ leaving the LI "blank" but for longer fics, i tend to like having a character to build the story around and in this case, it's a pretty specific personality so yeah.

BUT. ANYWAY. i made a more detailed post about the concept/idea here. to expound on it a bit more tho, it'll definitely be like childhood friends to enemies to lovers, with reader feeling betrayed bc the character left without saying a proper goodbye, and the character coming back years later to confront her after having made his own career after reader admits that "i loved you" and character is like "i loved you too." neither of them talk about how both of them said "loved" in past tense, and character calls reader out on only loving the version of him that she could "control" bc she was raised to think that anything she wanted, she could have.

i just love exploring class-dynamics, bc it's one thing to talk about starcrossed lovers, but a complete other to acknowledge the "power imbalance" when there's THAT disparate of a class-dif between one person and another. and as much as i think ppl want to believe that "love conquers all" but true love between two people doesn't exist in a vacuum. things like class/money/politics will always influence a relationship in some kind of way.

OKAY I'LL STOP HERE HEHEHE but yeah. im vERY dedicated to this concept and imma bring it to life in one form or another if it's the last thing i do sdlkfas

[theclaravoyant]

oh you've GOT to do ineffable husbands(/wives/partners) + slow dancing. pretty pleaaaaase

AN ~ *screams* this prompt was made for them. hold me.

prompt me the soft prompts meme or otherwise, muse permitting

-

“Not so fast, Angel - You still owe me a dance.”

After it all, a smile touches Aziraphale’s lips. There’d been no time for it, of course, when it had all gone down but he could hardly blame Crowley for wanting his pound of flesh anyway. So he dances, and recites - 

“You were right. You were right. I was wrong. You- You were right.”

They’d saved the world together, at least for now, and so Aziraphale knew he was already forgiven. Even so, the ghost of the burning lump in his chest brings tears to his eyes. He had been so, so wrong. So profoundly, painfully wrong. The fact that he’s here doing this silly little dance again - he’s never been so grateful for the way his knees tremble when he bows. He’ll stand here, arms outstretched, head on the proverbial chopping block before Crowley for the rest of eternity if he has to.

But Crowley takes one of his hands, and gathers Aziraphale up against his chest.

“Actually,” he offers, “I had a different one in mind.”

The pin drops onto a record, warbling soft music into the night. Crowley doesn’t release his tight embrace, but something about it all makes him step and sway and Aziraphale follows.

“I’m sorry too, you know,” he says. “I’m sorry Heaven…”

Was a burning trash heap after all.

“... wasn’t what you thought. I know it hurts.”

Because they’re Saying Things, now. It stings, but Aziraphale kind of likes it. He inhales sharply, cheek pressed against Crowley’s chest and there’s tears in his throat.

“Yes,” he confesses. “It really does.”

Crowley kisses the top of his head, and wraps an arm around him as if maybe he could shield him from all this. He wishes he had someone to hold him after his Fall but this- this is better, somehow. He can appreciate it better now. Something deep inside him knits back together, some of the bitterness sloughs off the wound. He feels it lift, breathing easier all of a sudden, and Aziraphale breathes easier too.

They dance. And it’s slow and terrible, a poor excuse for a dance, but it’s what they need more than anything else right now. It’s dark outside, and quiet, and the record plays on uninterrupted for a long while. Their breathing falls into rhythm.

“This is nice,” Crowley muses eventually. “Can kind of see why humans have been doing this for thousands of years.”

“Quite.” Aziraphale smiles, and looks up at Crowley. His eyes shine in the dim light. There’s a lot in them - of thought, of love, of beauty - and it makes Aziraphale feel impossibly brave.

So he rolls up onto his toes, and presses a kiss against Crowley’s lips.

Crowley catches him, barely a flickering of being off-guard before he’s pressing back and holding, cherishing, lengthening the moment just a little. His heart hammers, and Aziraphale treasures the sound.

“Can kind of see why humans have been doing that for thousands of years, too.”

[cornerstoreclown]

Teasing an idea your way about... Art who constantly dances between wanting to kill the reader and letting them live. Like, it's his nature to bring ruin and destruction to peoples' lives, why is the reader any different? Maybe he doesnt even know. I feel like being his favorite would lead to a lot of whiplash in that regard, and while I see a lot of people tease it as almost foreplay (which is hot dont get me wrong) Im curious about a more serious threat, more proximity to the real danger of Art the Clown. I hunger for more of the Fear aspect vs the sexy sadomasochism aspect alas

No because you’re so real for that. I love the idea of the reader constantly being yanked like a yoyo back and forth between life and death while being Art’s little plaything and the only reason they’re even remotely alive is because they’ve been blessed by him or some other demonic force or by constant sheer luck. And Art is just… he’s an animal to me, I’ll be honest. I’ve compared him to one many a time, he’s unpredictable and driven by instincts. But I also love to indulge in that ‘Reader is different from everyone else’ trope so so much. I bounce back and forth between the two so often because I like the realism of never being safe but I also love the indulgence of being a cut (heh) above the rest.

I too love the sadomasochism aspects of Art. ALWAYS will. But fear is a favorite. Fear is what gets your blood pumping and makes you feel alive.

I’ll see if I can’t squeeze some of that fear in my current fic. I unfortunately am not comfortable going too deep to kill the reader because it feels weird to do so for me personally and also I’m just a big baby who doesn’t like the idea of fictionally hurting the audience. (I won’t ever judge anyone who kills a reader in their own fic, write what you want because there’s sure as hell people into it, more power to them)

Also, once again, I will publicly praise you for your job well done on the period sex fic you did with Art on ao3. If you ever go back into the Terrifier writing space pleaaaaase hit me up in DM’s.

[artemispt]

Hey, I’m back to manifest… gotta say that Carlos looks so amazing in blue that now it’s not a want, it’s a NEED to see him on the podium haha anyway, let’s bring Carlos and Lando some good juju so they end up on the podium both in the sprint and the main race ❤️🧡🕯️🕯️🕯️

Hi!!!! [read with Carlos voice] “it isn’t blue like you or me would call it. It is “Azzurro La Plata” 😂 I can’t with him 😂 Yes, let’s go pleaaaaase:

🕯 🕯

🕯 🕯

Carlos

🕯 or/and Lando 🕯

podium

🕯 🕯

🕯 🕯

[holyguardian]

The inn was... cozy. Ifalna feared that a room in such a picturesque little town wouldn't go lower than 150 gil, but Glenn evidently knew his way around and found a place almost half that cost. It was a burden off her shoulders, really, because if they were frugal, they would still have over 4300 gil after a week of groceries.

Though her smile almost faltered when Glenn simply offered them a key, just like that. He paid out of his own pocket. The key was accepted with both of her hands, and her head dipped in a small bow of thanks. This was a generous gift. Even more-so, when he didn't mention a thing about gil for their food.

"Room number 4." she repeated, with a glance to the stairs. They were narrow and steep. The kind that would remind her of her aches and pains, but she wouldn't dare complain. It was a small compromise to make, especially when there would be a bed waiting for her on the other side of the locked door.

"Mm?" Ifalna hummed. Her eyebrows raised a little as she looked between Glenn and Aerith. The no danced at the tip of her tongue. It was almost a reflex answer... but back in Midgar, when she had been so exhausted she thought she might never be able to go on... her darling daughter had walked all on her own to look for help. What if there were more moments like that, where Aerith had to be strong?...

"Please, mummy? Pleaaaaase?" Aerith begged, going as far as to clap her hands together, as if in prayer. Somehow, her big green eyes grew even bigger when she wanted something.

A sigh was exhaled as Ifalna looked to Glenn. One step, then another, and her hand rested on his cheek. She looked him in the eye just like that. He had kind eyes, and he had been incredibly helpful, more than she would have expected from someone in his uniform. "... Bring my delivery girl back in record time." That was her blessing. She stepped back, and gave a small motion for Aerith to go with him.

"YAAAAAY!~" the cheer was immediate, her little hand grabbed at Glenn's like it belonged to her. "Let's go to the letter writing things first, before they sell out!" she urged, as though the busy crowds outside were all determined to steal up the best crayons.

Ifalna waited to see them off. It sat a little uneasy to be apart from Aerith, but she decided in that small moment that Glenn couldn't possibly be putting on some grand act. She wouldn't put it past some of the suits in Shinra... part of her expected that they might be offered help that was too good to be true, but she trusted in her instincts. She had been robbed of so much... but she still believed she could read people well enough.

The walk up the stairs took longer than she cared for. Honestly, she half-expected them to come back by the time she reached the next floor. Taking it slow was one thing, this pace was near glacial. In the end she got to where she needed to be, her breath came in small pants, her heart raced and her hands shook a little while unlocking and opening the door.

She thought she might entertain looking at the shower situation. Hah. Not a chance. She remembered to close the door behind herself, unlocked, and that was the sum of what she had left in her. By the time she sat down on one of the beds, she damn near fell asleep then and there. A week of rest was definitely on the cards.

Aerith on the other hand was suddenly hiding behind Glenn's leg at the first stand. The owner hadn't liked how she rattled a box of their crayons to test — how else was she supposed to know how many were in there?? She pouted behind him, like a chastised kid who didn't know any better.

Not a fancy hotel. But not a shack either. Dinner at the hotel room. Ron wanted wraps. A week in Kalm. 5000 Gil. And Ron wanted crayons beside her wrap.

Glenn had to make a mental list and run it through several times. Planning ahead was not his strongest suit, he knew that. But he had never been ashamed of that. Now he felt a little lacking though: Because it weren't his comrades and friends that depended on him. It were a mother and daughter, who had been through some shit worse than he could imagine. He felt... guilty.

But he'd do his best.

Turning another few corners, he led them to an Inn that he had frequented more often a few years ago. Cheap enough for two teenagers to go on a little trip to a nicer town. But not so cheap that their grandma would want to deflea them after returning to Midgar.

Picking Veronica off his shoulders again, he went up to the reception, where a guy who was surely 100 years old slowly processed the booking. A key and Gil exchanged and Glenn proudly turned around. to present it.

"There you go! A room for two, it's number 4. You just head up and get yourself cozy, I will show up with some chow in a few minutes."

The narrow wooden stairs up would lead them to their destiny. A small but nice room. Cozy. Clean. Two beds , a small table, chairs and a cupboard. All they needed. Alongside a broom-chamber-turned-bath. 80 Gil per night! Glenn was proud of that accomplishment, though he was also reminded of Ron's crayon-problem.

Blinking at her for a moment, his glance actually went to Eleanor almost immediately.

"Uhm... your mom has to call the shots there, Ron. I know there is a small stand that sells some writing stuff down the alley, it's actually close to the wraps... but..."

Somehow he was out of his depth there. He knew no parent liked to be separated from their kid. And he could figure that this counted especially for a parent-child-duo that had waded through hell.

Giving half a grinning salute to Eleanor, though, he picked his usual mood up again.

"What will it be, boss? You want two delivery personnel or one to be your bodyguard while the other does the errand run?"

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

PLEAAAAASE Do more Riven x Reader!!

Pairing: Riven x specialist!reader

There is absolutely nothing she likes about Riven. She hates the way he walks, abhors the sound of his voice and the way he glares at her is just ridiculous after all the years they've known each other.

Somehow, despite the glare, his sneer is what truly irritates her. It's as if she had somehow offended him and his ancestors just by being born and at some point she was bound to break...his nose that is.

"What the actual fuck?!" He groans as he bends over, gripping his nose as blood gushes between his fingers and onto the grass.

"If you'd pay attention more, it wouldn't have happened." She curls her lips into a smirk that instantly brings a frown to his face. "So, it's really your fault."

Straightening his back, Riven's left eye narrows ever so slightly. "I could report you."

Snorting, Y/N folds her arms across her chest. "And admit I broke your nose?" Quirking her right eyebrow, she chuckles wickedly. "Please let me be there when you do." Because if there is one thing specialists don't do, is admit defeat, especially from those supposedly weaker than them. 

Grimacing, he stares at her coldly and for a moment Y/N is sure he’s plotting her demise and where to hide the body once he’s done. 

It’s always been like this between them, but the worst of it began when she started dating Sky. They didn’t last, but Riven’s hatred for her was already out of hand and she could never understand why. 

As kids, Riven was avoiding her, as teens he was annoying her and now he just hated her with no reservations.

“You might as well take a picture”, she winks, “considering you can’t get enough of me.”

“Fuck you”, his eyes fall to the ground before turning away from her. Starting to walk away, he shakes his head. 

Most times, she’d just let it go and wave him off, but Y/N’s heart tends to crave chaos and her mind doesn’t argue - she’s always been the type to follow her heart, her mind has always surrendered to it. 

“I’m curious”; she speeds up to catch up with him, her voice slightly raised so he can’t ignore her. “Since you’re surely going to skip over the truth, what will your excuse be? Hit a tree? Ran into a door?”

Groaning, Riven’s walk turns into a light sprint, but there is no point. Y/N’s the fastest in their class; she can outrun him even if he ran for his life. 

“Boyfriend of your latest hookup caught you together?” She snickers and at once, Riven stopped. Turning on his heel, he didn’t hesitate as he walked toward her much smaller frame and despite the clear intent in his eyes, she didn’t run; she didn’t even flinch as he grabbed her shoulders and all but slammed her into the wall to their left. 

Breathing heavily, Riven’s eyes darken as he bows his head so he can meet her gaze. “What the fuck do you want from me, huh?” 

A light trail of blood forms down his lips and chin, trickling down on her shirt, but she doesn’t care. She finally got a fraction of his attention, a moment to try and push the right buttons to understand his unadulterated hate.

“What makes you think I want something from you”, she quirks an eyebrow but he adds pressure and she can feel the rough material of the wall digging itself into her back. Clenching her jaw, she smirks. “Mhhmm, I like it rough.”

Letting out a heavy breath he’s clearly been holding, a small smile slips past his defenses and she can’t help but gasp.

“So he does smile!”

Shaking his head, he licks his lips only to frown as he feels the metallic taste of blood on his tongue.

“I’m warning you, Y/L/N”, his voice is low, laced with a promise he intends to keep which made it more exciting for Y/N who found pleasure in the cracks he’s showing now. 

“Of what”, she pouts. Raising her hand, she swipes the blood off his chin with her thumb before bringing it to her lips. “Tasty”, her smile widens as his eyes do. 

“You’re insane”, he states.

“Yet you’re pressed against me and not leaving? Interesting.”

Swallowing thickly, the pressure he’s got on her shoulder relents. His eyes flicker to her lips only for his to part. 

“I don’t like repeating myself. What do you want from me?” Riven’s hands slowly trail from her shoulders down to her elbows, waiting for an answer.

“And if my answer was you, what would you say?”

Narrowing his eyes on her, his eyebrows furrow. “That you’re a liar.”

“Why is that?” 

“Because you’re not who you’re acting to be right now and I am not the kind of guy you fall for, so don’t lie to me.”

Snorting, she shakes her head. “Or you have some serious insecurities”, she licks her lips. “Because if you were less pretentious and gave a fuck about anyone but yourself, you’d be exactly the guy I’d fall for.”

Lightly pushing against his chest, Y/N found it easy to escape his hold. She could have done so sooner, but for a split second, she found she doesn’t hate Riven. She hates the guy he tries to be around her and the guy he’s trying to be in front of everyone.

Patting his shoulder, she finds her heart wildly beating as their eyes meet. 

“Stop being an asshole, Riven. It’s not a good look on you.”

“What if that’s who I am”, he raises his brows. “Then what?”

“Then you’ll be alone”, she answers far too quickly. “And I believe you can be so much more”, she trails off coyly, “even if you are the most annoying man I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.”

“You’d still fuck me”, he chuckles and she rolls her eyes.

“You talk about fucking a little too much for a guy that supposedly hates me”, she remarks and he smirks.

“I don’t have to like you to think you’re hot.”

“It’s a good thing I do have to like you to ever consider you as anything but a tool.”

Snorting, he nods. “Oh, I’ve got a tool for you.”

Grimacing, she shivers. “That’s a nasty image to put in my mind so close to bed time. I’ll have nightmares.”

“As long as I’m the star of them, I’m sure you won’t mind.”

“Ugh”, she flips him off. “Get that nose fixed before your reputation takes a worse hit than your ego.”

“Sweet dreams”, he shouts, snickering right after.

And despite his initial anger about his broken nose, Riven found himself a purpose thanks to the injury; the purpose that would throw Y/N off that high horse he always wanted to tear her down from. 

Riven will seduce Y/N, make her fall madly in love with him and once he has her eating out of the palm of his hand, he’ll reveal his ruse and she will be destroyed. That will teach her to leave him alone. For good.

If only he knew his plan would backfire and he would find his heart in the ashes of his own heartbreak, reminding him exactly why he spent so much time being an asshole around Y/N - for he had always felt deeply for her and those feelings were buried for years. His actions will shake those feelings loose and once they’re out, there is nothing in this world Riven will be able to do to extinguish the fire he’ll be burning with - for her, for them, for the mere possibility of a happy end.

PART 2