#and yeah then he fell on his face obv

[nuemanfilms]

WHAT HAPPENED TO SAM + PUPPY PLAY?? FEED US PLSSS

— the long awaited oneshot, i’ve been researching up on it that’s why it took so long ILY.

Content warnings; puppy play (obv), sam winchester being a fucking SUBMISSIVE SLUT for fem!reader, pet names (good boy, sweetboy (1x), sam calls reader ‘ma’am’.), clear consent!!, oral (f!recieving), piv (unprotected, wrap it up.), just pure fucking filth atp, bondage, pain kink (a little), hair pulling.

A/N; i am so fucking slow, i’m gonna try and get as many requests done as i can right now, mwah mwah, i love you!!

Having Sam Winchester, the well known hunter on your bedroom floor, on his knees and begging for you, was definitely something you didn’t think you’d see. But here you were.

“Please- I n-need it.. i’ll be such a good boy, I swear! I just want you-“ He begged, his hands were at his sides, and his cock was erect, standing up straight and tall all for you.

“You need what, Sweetboy? Tell me what you want, and i’ll think about it.” You were enjoying this way too much, and he was already falling to his knees.

“I-I wanna eat your pussy- I’ll be so good- i’ll be so good, Please, Ma’am… i’ll do what you want- i’ll be so good f’ you!” You had a devilish smile on your face at the boy’s pathetic state.

“Yeah? Sit, no moving, stay.” You commanded, and he whined yet continued to comply. “Hands down, keep them at your sides. No touching, understood? Since you claim you’re such a good boy, show me.”

He felt so pathetic- he’d never explored this dynamic with a partner before. But now that he was finally doing it with you? He had a obvious tent in his pants at the situation.

When he did as told, you smirked, “Good boy, see? You can behave, maybe if you’re good, I’ll give you a treat, hm?” You teased, discarding your panties to the side. And he let out a pathetic moan at the sight.

Was he really moaning just from your wet cunt in his view?

When he leaned up, you slapped his face away. His cock just ached more at that, who knew he could be such a masochist?

“Quit it, you know better.” You snapped, and he looked so messy- and his shaggy hair fell in his face. His eyes watery and his eyelashes fluttering up at you.

He let out a whine again, but he knew better than to speak up, you were the one in charge, and he was there simply for your pleasure. This wasn’t about him, this was about his service to you.

“Quit crying, Sam. Good boys don’t complain do they?” He nodded, blinking back his tears.

You grabbed his belt from the floor, “Hands up.” He obliged, and he watched as you wrapped the leather around his wrists, preventing him from touching you. You didn’t try and make it too tight, you didn’t want to hurt him.

You parted your legs just a bit, and he was practically salivating at the sight.

“No. Touching. Mouth only.” You said sternly, and he nodded. “Go on,”

He lapped at your dripping entrance, moaning against your wet core at the taste of you finally hitting his tongue. It was messy, yes, but it was also full of passion and determination.

You wrapped your fingers down in his hair, tugging firmly as a warning.

“Slow down, not too fast.”

He listened, taking slow licks at your cunt once again, and he knew he couldn’t touch you, so he wrapped his lips around your pearl instead.

“S-Shit, Good fucking boy, so fucking good..” You moaned out, your fingers tightening in his hair subconsciously. He let out a needy moan at that.

“Fuck, you like your hair being tugged? You like being my personal good boy? My personal plaything to use when I want?” He moaned in response, his tongue going back to collect your juices. He wasn’t going to let them go to waste. That was for damn sure.

You pulled his hair firmly, moving him away from you. And he wanted to let out a whine again, but he really wanted to get his reward, so he stayed quiet.

“Enough. You want your treat now don’t you?” He nodded, looking up at you with those big brown puppy-dog eyes.

“Yeah? You do? You want me to ride you? Make you come, baby?”

He whimpered, “P-Please..” He sounded so fucking desperate. And his wrists were aching, but he didn’t mind. He quite enjoyed being at your mercy.

“Bed, now.”

He quickly scrambled over to the bed, laying himself down. He spread his legs for you, so you could see him clearly. His tip was nearly turning red, he was so hard for you.. and he clearly enjoyed this.

You moved over to him, straddling his lap. Taking your hand and lining him up with you. He tried to stay still, he was managing it, somehow. He was resisting the urge to buck his hips up.

When you finally sunk down on him, he let out a loud cry.

Your hands once again found their way to his messy hair. Gripping it firmly, not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him feel something.

“Ma’am- please..” He pleaded, and you nearly let out a laugh at his eagerness.

“Keep your mouth shut. You’re gonna take what I give you.” and he nodded, attempting to keep his legs still as he took in the warmth of your fluttering cunt around him.

When you finally began to move, he bit his lip hard. Resisting as much as he could to not make noise. Your hand stayed in his hair, keeping a tight grip as you moved your hips at your own pace,

His pleasure wasn’t focused on, yours was. And he didn’t mind that at all.

“Fuck, good boy, good fucking- that’s it.. keep your damn mouth shut. Being so obedient for me, keep taking it. You can take it.” It was a mix between a praise and a degrading comment. And he didn’t mind it- he loved it. He loved being a fucking toy for you, he loved being the source for your own pleasure, he got his own from yours.

His cock twitched inside of you, and you gave him another slap to his face, “Don’t you dare cum yet. Not until I say so. You do so, you aren’t going to cum for a week.” And he managed a little ‘Uh-huh’ in response to your stern tone. He was as hard as a rock, and he didn’t know how long he would last. But he knew he’d have consequences if he came right there and then.

You were chasing after your own orgasm. Your hips moving at a rate that was good for you. You knew Sam was getting pleasure out of this, you never took him for the pain kink type, but you find out new stuff each day.

“I’m almost there, if you keep being good.. you can breed my pussy.. isn’t that what you want, honey? You want to give me your babies?” You were teasing him, and he let out a pathetic noise between a whine and moan. He was completely at your mercy.

When you finally felt that knot tighten, getting ready to break, you finally allowed him.

“Cum, now. I’m right behind you.” He already felt the metallic taste on his lips as he bit down hard enough to bleed.

He was cumming in an instant, his warm spurts filling your hole. You moaned finally, slowing your hips and allowing yourself to make a mess on his length.

“You’re such a good boy..”

[inkedells]

reader accidentally calling “daddy” dbf!joel !! i wanna know how he reacts 😫 btw i love reading ur stories!! 🫶🏻

A/N: i've been wanting to write this for so long and this request gave me an excuse to sooooo here ya go!

m!dni | requests open.

tags/warnings: daddy kink (obvs), shy!reader, dbf!joel lovessss dirty talk, like srsly the filthiest dirty talk, grinding, sorta kinda some reeaaaally light humiliation vibes, p in v

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The first time you blurted it out, Joel thought he was hearing things.

It was early morning. With your legs twisted into his, you had maneuvered yourself so that you were straddling his thigh as you both lay on your sides. Joel just embraced you, petting your hair and cooing dirty things and sweet things alike as you worked your hips against the warm heat of his skin.

“Mm,” You moaned, gently kissing the column of Joel’s neck as his large hands grabbed your ass and guided the movement of your hips. 

“C’mon, honey, use it. You’re not stopping ‘till my thigh’s soaked.”

Joel removed one of his hands from your backside in favor of stroking himself from beneath the cover of his boxers instead. The way he tented the fabric had you salivating, something primal taking over as you whispered, “Want it…”

Joel noticed the way your eyes were intensely trained on his crotch, and he immediately understood.

“What?” He pulled his cock from its confines, “You wanna fuck this instead?”

You bit your lip and nodded, completely aware of the blush rising to your cheeks.

“I’m not sure you want it bad enough, though,” Joel teased, and you knew immediately what this was about. He wanted to hear dirty, depraved things come out of your mouth. His favorite part about you being vocal was the way your arousal would make you stumble over your sentences and mumble just barely above a whisper as you whined between words.

Maybe it was the intoxication of his scent as you continued to grind against him eagerly, or the way he kept muttering, “I got you,” with every whimper that fell from your lips, but you were suddenly filled with an urge you didn’t know how to stave off.

It came out like a whisper. Something you could’ve easily shrugged off and insisted never happened.

“Daddy… Want it, please...”

The hands that were working your ass over before were now frozen.

You removed your face from the crook of Joel’s neck and looked up at him with hooded eyes as you continued grinding on his thigh.

Joel cracked a crooked smile. “It’s like that, huh?”

You blushed as you nodded hesitantly, hugging Joel tight as he untangled your legs from his own and rolled you onto your back, towering above you as he bracketed your hips with his knees.

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna fuck you good and hard and deep, just how his baby needs.”

“Oh god, yes,” You moaned. Joel never took his eyes off you as he slipped off your panties and swiped a finger through your aching, wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet. Anybody else get you like this?”

“No,” You whispered shakily, hands darting to grip Joel’s wrist as he worked against your pussy in tandem.

“Who? Who do you become a whining, wet, horny little mess for?”

“You, Daddy,” You whimpered, groaning at the loss when Joel pulled his hand away from your pussy in favor of taking his cock out of his boxers.

“Mm, that’s right. Baby’s gonna get fucked real messy now, that alright? Can Daddy stuff this cute little pussy to the brim with his cum?”

You hadn’t even responded yet when Joel suddenly pressed against your entrance with the tip of his cock and entered you in one smooth motion.

"Ruin it, Daddy."

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A/N: yeah yeah i know i'm pumping out fics like crazy but i just have a lot of motivation rn so keep the requests coming!! i love u all i'll try to get as many done as possible (before i inevitably crash and don't write anything for a week)

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[slamminslamminmcgill]

hiiii uhhh joel drabble based on my daddy dick appointment yesterday

warning: rimming, intox (poppers and weed), oral, squirting, erectile dysfunction (real old man dick enjoyers know wassup), toys, overstimulation, daddy kink obvs

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, clit/cock/dick

It’s not that you had daddy issues.

Or that he had a framed picture of him and his daughter on the shelf.

Or a throw pillow with the word DAD sewn onto it, clutched against your chest as he messily ate you out on the leather sectional in his one bedroom apartment.

No, he was just hot. A hot older guy that hit you up on Grindr for the ol' smoke and poke, a quick hit of some blunt and cunt. That’s it. That’s all this was.

He was just a hot older guy, and nothing more.

Not a daddy.

The picture of his daughter was not staring you down while you blew him, much too rigorously for his liking.

“Easy, easy there, easy. Slow down, baby. I don’t wanna cum yet. Just- Just lick my balls for a little bit. Nice and slow, good boy.”

You did as he said, slithering your tongue across and smothering your face in his massive balls, trying and failing to fit even just one in your mouth. You did not want to think about how that girl in the picture frame was once swimming around in them.

And you definitely were not wondering if his daughter’s mother ever ate his ass out like this. With how tense he was, you figured probably not, but he opened up beautifully once you lubed up your fingers. Hell, he even took that buttplug like a champ.

“Oh, Jesus Christ… Ngh…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good… Just gotta… Mmm, just gotta get used to it, sweetness.”

Maybe his ex was kinky. Maybe she’d been the first one to touch his prostate. Or maybe it was his doctor just a couple weeks ago. Maybe it’d been revelation, divine knowledge bestowed to him while bent over on the exam table, and he’d been experimenting ever since, trying to make lightning strike twice.

You were not trying to guess whether he was divorced, a widower, or a cheater. Hopefully not the third, because nothing will kill an orgasm faster than a vengeful spouse and a loaded handgun. But hey, that’s not your problem. Not yet, at least, and hopefully not ever.

Just a hot older guy. Decades of experience, and it showed. He surely knew his way around a pussy, liquid proof dripping from his mustache. He knelt down in front of you once more, hoisted your legs onto his shoulders, and yanked your butt off the edge of the couch.

“Got the poppers, bud? Y’wanna hold ‘em up for me?”

You uncapped and held the small bottle to his nostril and watched him take a five second inhale, then a breath, and another five second inhale.

Fuck, he was hot.

You barely had time to bring the poppers to your own face before his went down. His tongue pressed and flicked, swirled and licked your fattened clit. Two long fingers shoved up your pussy, and one snuck up your ass, all three reaching much deeper than you could do yourself. They pumped in time with his mouth, at first. Steady, deliberate motions intended to open you up for something more. He rose to his feet, bringing your legs up with him, and feverishly pumped his half-hard cock. Brows knit in unwavering focus as he tried to get it all the way up.

“Shit… won’t stay up. Hol’ on. Where’s the damn…?”

He grabbed a rubber ring off the coffee table and slid it onto his cock, tugging his heavy balls through the loop. You watched, entranced, having no frame of reference for what that might feel like. You tried to imagine it on your own cock: a tight pinch, forcing all that blood into it, all that pressure. It sounded heavenly on its own, but to be fair, you had much less dick to fill. The ring seemed to be doing the trick for him, though. He finally got it up, poked it against your cunt, and shoved it in. No time to waste, and no time to adjust before he started coring you out on the couch.

For about three thrusts, and then he fell out.

“Son of a… Fuck it.”

In a fit of sexual frustration, he fell to his knees and plunged his face into your pussy once more. All tact and any shred of restraint he had left was gone. He was an animal, and devoured you as such. He sucked your tiny dick up into his mouth, tugging at it like he was trying to tear it off. The three fingers went back into your holes as if they'd never left, finding your sweet spots in a matter of seconds. He jackhammered them, forcing you to bear a ruthless, brutal onslaught of pleasure. The speed had your entire body shaking, even down to your voice.

"F-F-F-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-k, o-o-h-h-h-h, y-y-y-e-e-e-e-e-s-s-s..."

It sounded like you were moaning into a desk fan, the sobs of ecstasy being intercepted by his hand. His wrist did not falter, not for a moment. Not even when every jab of his fingers got him splashed with cum. Every. Jab. You honestly didn't even know you could physically squirt this much. Hell, you couldn't stop squirting. Not that you'd want to, but still. He just took it on the chin, quite literally, snarling with sadistic satisfaction as he drank it all down. When his thirst was finally quenched, he pulled back, his face glistening with your juices.

"Sorry I couldn't get hard, darlin'. I dunno if it was the poppers or the pot or what... Usually doesn't happen to me."

The fuck? The man sucks your soul out of your body, gives you an industrial-strength orgasm, and the first word out of his mouth is sorry? Your cunt was still buzzing a good 30 seconds after he stopped and he thinks to apologize? Is this guy for real? You shut that shit down right away.

"No, no, no, oh my god, you're... you're fine, don't worry... Shit... That was... You're fucking amazing... Thank you..."

"Aw, pleasure's all mine, sugarplum. You taste fuckin' incredible, y'know. I could-"

*RING*

"Shit, it's my daughter. I gotta take this."

Saying the quiet part out loud, it seems.

[daisies-daydreams]

could you possibly do a scenario with Ghost (or all of task force+König if you’d like c:) x reader where they find out we sleep in the nude?

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader 

Category: Fluff (with a bit of spice) 

Warnings: Nudity (obvs), Swearing, Suggestive Content 

Word Count: 600+

A/N: Hello! It’s good to hear from you again! I had fun writing this one, hehe. I hope you enjoy! (Side note: the reader is a Sergeant in this scenario).

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Simon sighed as he shrugged his heavy tactical vest off of his sore shoulders. Every single fiber of his muscles ached from the long trek to the safe house, not to mention escaping yet another hostile situation by the skin of their teeth. He squeezed his eyes shut as he thought about how you just barely missed that stray bullet, a small smoke trail lingering in a fresh hole in the wall…

He shook his head before tugging off his rough skeletal gloves. His body felt unbearably heavy as he leaned against the wall, his chest rising and falling as exhaustion seeped into his bones. Simon released a long exhale as he pulled his mask off, the chilly air falling over his sweat-covered face.

“Simon?” a soft voice suddenly called. His eyes snapped open as he stiffened, his body frozen in place as you stirred in the twin bed across from him. 

“Shit,” he thought. He could’ve sworn this room wasn’t taken yet.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied with a strained voice. You paused for a moment.

“What are you doing in my room?” you asked with furrowed brows. Simon’s breath hitched as he saw you sit up in the bed, the blanket falling down to reveal your bare chest. Your nipples hardened as the cold air swept over you, goosebumps instantly covering your skin. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he thought as he looked down at his mud-caked boots. A quiet tension built between the two of you as you gasped and pulled the blanket up over your breasts. He cleared his throat, feeling blood rush to the tips of his ears and…elsewhere. 

“Sorry. Just came in here by accident,” he muttered as he gripped his balaclava and turned on his heel. He heard the bed creak as he went to grab his vest. 

“Wait,” you said. His shoulders tensed as he heard the bed creak again, his cock starting to strain beneath his pants as thoughts of it creaking a whole lot more bombarded his mind. His heart raced as he heard your swift footsteps grow closer. Simon swore the room was spinning when he felt you place a hand on his shoulder. 

“Sir, I know this isn’t something I should be asking you, but could you maybe…stay?” you asked with a hushed tone. Simon loosened his grip on his vest as his heartbeat thrummed in his ears. His chest clenched when he heard you sigh and slip your hand away.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“ Simon suddenly turned around, his nose nearly brushing against yours as he came chest to chest with you. Both of you were quiet as he swallowed thickly, his mind racing at a thousand miles per hour as he felt your warm body pressed against his. You gazed into his dark, hungry eyes as he licked his dry lips. 

“You sure you want me to stay?” he murmured. You nodded as you rubbed your tits against his covered chest. 

“Please,” you whispered. Simon’s hands instantly fell to your hips as he dipped his head down and locked his lips with yours. You moaned into his mouth as he backed you against the wall, his hard cock brushing against your thigh. The two of you parted with a wet “pop” before he kissed along your jaw, relishing in the way you tilted your hips forward.

“Get back in the bed, Sergeant,” Simon husked into your ear. 

Epilogue 

“You seem to be in a better mood today, Lt.,” Soap piped up. Everyone was in the main room of the safe house preparing for evac. Price and Gaz casted him a sideways glance before going back to their preparations. Simon was thankful his skull balaclava shrouded his obviously annoyed expression…as well as a few hickeys covering his thick neck.

“Sure,” the lieutenant shrugged, his gaze slowly wandering over to you. You gave him a small grin before glancing down. Soap’s line of sight shifted between the two of you for a bit before his bright, blue eyes widened. Simon leaned over. 

“Not one word, MacTavish,” he warned in a low voice. 

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[gooppoo]

Can i pls get a hooooo yneyyyyyyyyy, lmao anyways i love ur work, and ur writing is straight up bomb. Can u pls write abt mean dads bsf jake? Like reader is innocent and quite young (over 18 obv)then jake.

dilf content? i may not be interpreting this right but uhm we need more dilf content on this blog.

Part 2

Daddy's best friend.

Requests Closed!

mdni.

warnings: age gap, dilf jakeeeee, use of daddy, he's being a little meanie, making out and getting touchy feely

"Are you crying right now?"

Sniffling, you quickly smeared away your tears.

"What could you possibly be crying about? Hm? Because you can't fucking aim right?"

"S-stop!" you wanted to fall to your knees and weep. Looking him in the eye made your stomach churn.

He groaned and stomped over, "Pick up your bow- pick it-" he grabbed the weapon from the ground and shoved it in your hands, "Quit it. Now."

There was a hard cutoff in his demeanor, the aura around him. His lengthy index finger fell under your pitiful chin and delicately shifted it upwards toward him. You noticed the way his brows were still dipped with frustration contrasting the empathy deep in his gaze.

"Honey..." he sighed and shook his head, "Let's get it together, I want you to know how to do this right. Do it right or do it twice, yeah?" Out of spite you avoided his ominous gaze until you couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

A wobbly, "Okay..." tumbled past your lips, and he was patting your shoulder assuringly with a rueful smile.

"Good, now c'mon."

Now your lesson had to essentially restart. You had to track another animal to hunt, wait long enough for Jake to give his spiel, and miss the shot again. It wasn't a mystery your patience and self-esteem were running thin. If you threw a big enough fit, you may just be able to aggravate Jake enough to send you back to your father where you could rub in his face how incompetent Jake really was as a Na'vi.

So you drug your feet, purposefully stepped on twigs and rustled leaves, even sneezed. Jake - not wanting to add more noise - would shoot threatening looks to warn you to stay silent. You didn't listen. And somehow you were crouched down in some tall grass with your bow drawn at an innocent creature.

"Tight-" Jake tapped your stomach, "Hold your breath if you need to," he whispered.

Gaging your line of sight, he brought his face to the mirroring side of your bow and stared down the end of your arrow.

He nodded, "'K, now!"

The creature's head popped up and swiveled to search it's surroundings. It's next breath was its last. This time you had purposefully planned to miss this shot, your resentment toward Jake greater than actually learning the skill, but the sound of the arrow lodging into the creature's body pierced through the painfully silent air.

Jake laughed dryly, relieved you had made your first kill, he pulled you to your feet. "Just like that baby," he tapped your underside and walked over to the animal.

But your body was stiff. Skin suddenly trickling with sweat. A foreign sensation swirling between your thighs that excited a part of you, you didn't know could be alive. A trace of Jake's hot fingers lingered obviously on your skin.

At your hunt, he ripped the arrow from the animal, "Get over here, you're not done yet." His orderly nature present in his tone.

It wasn't you dragging your feet toward Jake, though somehow you ended up next to him on the ground. In your peripherals a blur formed, giving you intense tunnel vision on Jake's mature fingers. The way he ran his fingers across the wood of the arrow, or caressed the carcass of your hunt, pointing out different aspect you were supposed to be paying attention to. Your hearing returned when those very fingers snapped in front of your eyes.

"Hey - you listening? Your dad wants you to know this stuff and I do too."

At this point, this had to be a joke. All the pieces were finally put together right here in this very moment and you realized Jake just wasn't a mentor or your dad's dumb friend. You recalled his flirty compliments and lingering hugs where his hand would dance up the length of your back, whispering about how much he cared about you - sometimes even kissing your cheek for way too long. He knew. Jake knew this was a prime opportunity to get you alone and see how far he could get before you were leaping at him. Smacking your ass was his sly way of saying it was all real.

When you didn't respond to his snapping or loose threats, he went as far as to grip your cheeks with his strong hands and force your stares together, "Listen to me. Look-" he pushed your face toward the animal.

But no amount of bitterness and sternness could cut through to you right now. It was time to confront the situation, so you smacked away his hand and watched him with doe-like eyes, an innocent and longing twinkle reflecting in the sun. His character clearly reflected shock.

You used the element of surprise and let your hands discover his chest. Your pupils shifted upward through your lashes to watch his demeanor contort, finding a sick power in this. Next you grabbed the arrow from his hand and tossed it aside, shifting him away from your kill to settle in his lap. Not once did he protest, and no signs of anger tickled his features. In fact, his hands settled onto your waist and he sunk his fingertips into your muscles.

"Oh..." he began to smile, "Is this why you've been giving me a hard time?" He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and jerked you further up his lap, then cocked his head to the side and said, "'Cuz you shoulda said something sooner."

All the air in your chest felt like it was forced from your lungs and your throat closed to keep anymore out. Unconsciously, you wet your lips and let the natural magnetism between your beings draw you closer.

Just before your lips collided, Jake breathed, "Go easy on me sweetness, I'm not as young as you think I am."

Then there was a riot. Steam billowed from your ears and your face rose to one hundred degrees. Below your belly button arousal started as a low simmer and suddenly launched into a full boil. Your thighs clenched against Jake's waist and you eased him back against the ground. But this didn't last for long, because Jake had hold of both of your wrists and your back slamming against the ground faster than you could breathe.

His lips and tongue strayed from your own to explore your jaw and throat, "Nice try baby girl, maybe next time." A wet, steamy trail was traced from below your ear to your collar bone, and even then didn't stop until the garment covering your breasts forced him to stop.

Though he wanted to pause and spend time with your pretty, little tits, he couldn't ignore your squirming hips crying for friction.

A forceful hand crashed against your hip and kept it settled in the soil, "You're just dyin' for it, aren't ya?" an overly amused chuckle vibrated your skin, "Patience doll, I know how long you've been waiting.

Daddy will take care of it."

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if....they fell in love with you at first sight

lowkey this sucks im so sorry but number 6 has been written  dream:

- this happened before he face revealed - so he went out to the grocery store or smth with a mask and sunglasses so if anyone recognized him they wouldn't like see what he looked like - pulled a ranboo fr - anyway he entered the cat food aisle looking for the best cat food for patches our beloved - and was so enthralled in the cat food that he didn't hear you walk by with your cart trying to get past the aisle - "excuse me sir can u please move???" "*is looking at cat food*" "sir?" "OH IM SO SORRY" - moves immediately but not before he makes eye contact with you through the glasses - his eyes widen comically, he thinks ur gorgeous - takes advantage of that fact that you cant see his eyes and continue to admire your face as you laugh and wave ur wrist in the air, swatting away the awkward interaction just like that - you walk away and he forces his mind to go back to the cat food - but god ur imprinted in his brain and he knows he cant just let you leave - so he grabs whatever cat food he sees and runs around the store looking for you - sees you leaving and went "NOPE" - in his head - RUNS to you but slows down before he gets to you so u don't fucking murder him - "hey uh" "oh hi!" "i thought you were really cute...and i couldn't just let u leave the store without tryna get ur number" "oh :) thanks! but idk what u look like.." "right" - whips that shit off in the middle of walmart mask off challenge succeed - ur face: :O - "yeah u can have my number" "LETS GO" - speedran that shit basically

sapnap: - met u in highschool me thinks - in the peak of his i play minecraft everyday era - just showed up at school to be there yk - and you were there but never really interacted with him - until one day you had to sit next to him in english class - life OVER for him tbh he made eye contact with you and nodded like an idiot as you introduced yourself - “wow ur pretty im nick” *facepalmed internally*  - youre like aw - u become friends - seating chart friendships and romances >>> - now he actually has a reson to go to school events like hoco and prom and stuff - “sorry dream ive got to to go homecoming” “motherfucker with who?” - you ask him to hoco as friends cause yk he hasnt been out much and he gratefully accepts - awkward dancing in the back - as the year progresses the two of you keep in contact even as you got moved apart in the class you sat next to - you met dream and george that was nice - prom came around and he new brother knew he had to do SOMETHING - so he made a prom posal that was like “will you be MINE(craft) at prom” or something like that  - and u were like “finally” - fast forward some years and ur doing whatever u want and hes doing what hes doing now - he never formally asked you out but its implied youve been dating for years - this one sucked mb

george: - god the british  - hate them/j - youre not british in this story okay  - and if ur british irl,,,im sorry for ur ailment/j - ANYWAY - youre a tourist ur visiting the good old u of k - ur in london obv - and george never leaves his flat there - except to get groceries - so he walks to the nearest grocery store bc he literally cant drive - and bumps into you its the classic omg so sorry i bumped into you romance - except he thought that was awkward and kinda went “sorry” looked down at the ground and sprinted forward - you were like “the british are.....odd”  - george then realized that was worse and turned around to apologize to you - and then fell in love with you - u were taking a picture on ur camera of just like the scenery of london - and we like “omg theyre cute and they appreciate the little things” - gets on discord and texts sapnap “im in love” and then sapnap goes “me too with ur mom” - logs off discord now - walks up to you sheepishly and was like “haha sorry for doing that it was a dare by my friend” and u were like “its ok:)” ad then hes like “yk what isnt a dare” and u were like “hmm what” and he was like “me asking for your number cause ur so cute” - and u were malfunctioning cause u didnt expect cute british man to ask you on a date while u were in the u of k - but u said yes and then he realized ur accent and was like “ar eyou not british” and u were like “no.” and he was like “thats okay! im skilled with long distance relationships ;)”  - unknowingly flirts with you  - you skull emojied and then joined him on his trip to the grocery store IDK this one was bad im sorry 

karl: - YOURE IN A MR BEAST CHALLENGE - oh oh OH the amount of things in my brain running through - anyway u were a subscriber of Mr jimmy beast so he was like "come be in a video" - its one of those last to leave the circle loses - each cast member is paired with a participant and whoever wins gets 50,000 and the cast member gets like 10,000 or smtn - and jimmy had them all pick a name out of a hat to make it simple - and karl didn't pick u - nolan did - but when they walked out to meet the participants and karl made eye contact with you for a split second - god he fell right there - couldn't help but imagine what loving you would be like - knew he wanted to experience that - but he couldn't do that if he wasn't even paired with you - so he BEGS nolan to switch - "dude please cmon" "what do i get out of it??" "if i win ill give you the money" "oh shit ok" - now he's paired with you HE MASTERMINDED THAT SHIT LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT - anyway you were like "shit he's cute ill win now" - ur dynamic is amazing jimmy loves it for the video - the whole time u both are playfully flirting and just being yourselves around each other its amazing - he tries to cheat to help you LOL but gets caught with a sheepish smile on his face - that's when u fall i swtg - anyway - the filming for the video goes for like 2 and a half days so you spend a lotttt of time with karl dearest - you lose in the end tho bc in ur sleep u accidentally kicked ur foot outside the circle - you're a bit defeated - after thanking u all jimmy sends you off - and u smile and thank him and karl and head off - but then you hear a "PIT PAT PIT PAT" of feet slapping concrete behind you - "wait can i have ur number? :)" "i thought you wouldn't ask :)" and u give him ur number number for number - jimmy mischievously smiles in the background before returning to his beast lair

quackity: - LAW SCHOOL LAW SCHOOL LAW SCHOOL YOU MET THERE STOP STOP STOP - stop college romances kill me for real - guys - k I'm good - met at orientation i feel - or not met - he laid eyes on you from across the room and he was like oh shoot this place is better than i thought it would be - LOL - runs across the whole room to snag the seat next to you - "hey I'm alex, whats your name?" "oh I'm y/n!" - bro squealed inside - "i like ur name!" "thanks :) urs is nice too" - u both talked for the rest of the welcome ceremony thing - compared schedules and had...nothing together for the first semester - thATS OK you still exchanged numbers - and you kept talking and hanging out even if u didn't have class - but as friends. - AAAAAAAAAAAAA you fell for him somewhere in the middle but both of you were like - we need to finish law school first in your heads - so u both skated on the line between romance and friends - like the song boyfriend by ariana grande - but when the end of law school was in sight? quackity didn’t waste a single second - BAM got ur number BAM took u on a date BAM yk 

wilbur: - fell in love with you at first sight except you didnt see him he just saw you - here’s the thing right hes the biggest hamilton fan - so when he went to see hamilton with tommy and all them - YOU WERE THERE you were in the cast you played angelica/eliza/peggy literally one of the three female main characters - ANYWAY you were screaming the lyrics to one of the songs and wilbur kinda just went “woah” - didnt see anyone else on the stage but you when you walked out  - tommy was like “did u see the bullet wil” and he wa slike “no” - forced tommy to stage door after the show - prayed to all the theater gods that you came outside  - when you did? game over for him - he stood there stawstruck awstruck jawstruck  - aND the same happened for you!!! bc u knew who he was ofc - u had a lovejoy poster in ur dressing room duh - so by the time you came round to him and tommy you were like “heheheh” and giggling “hi omg im a big fan of your music and stuff :)” and he was like “mIne?”  - his voice cracked - you giggled and you both took pictures with each other on your phones - then u invited him backstage  - and he wa slike LHJSKHFSDFKGHJERT - LEFT TOMMY AT STAGE DOOR - you showed him around including on stage - and this went on for a while hed just show up a stage door and youd let him in - one day you were both on the stage and he started humming helpless and you both started dancing - and then he was like “i rlly am helpless for you, id like to try and make this something more if ur up for it” - and you were like WOOOOOO yk 

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Your ex in my body or me in their body

If anyone though that ‘would you love me If I was a worm’ was hard get prepared for ‘if I was in your ex's body and your ex was in my body who would you date' there is no good answer and the best response is to dematerialize

Thinks you in ex's body is the right answer

Kaeya

Already knows about the trend and the joke but he wants to tease you a bit “ I mean… it's hard, their personality was really funny and their body was sooo nice but I think your personality their body” after seeing you so mad and almost tearing up he hugs your shoulders and kisses your forehead “ I'm joking, I'm joking~ I prefer you as you are”

Thoma

He smiles warmly at you holding your face lovingly “ You in my ex's body! After all I fell in love with your feelings”

Your soft eyes land on his, before grabbing his wrists “Oh? So you think they were hotter, huh?”

His face losses color.

Itto

He smiles widely, so sure about his answer after his chat with kuki and his granny, obvs the feeling right? And so he replies comfortably.

Poor soul unaware of his fate.

God has forsaken me again

Tartaglia

“Huh?” His previously closed eyes open wide, even if you were repeating the question he wasn't listening. He understood the first time, he is just having a meeting with the tips and rules his sisters ordered him.

“ It's obviously the feelings! It's always the feelings! Show them you don't care about their bodyy” his younger sister chimes inside his head but his elder sister huffs.

“ Yeah, and tell them that your ex is sexier than them, great idea geniuses” she almost growls at them.

“ Oh and what-!” “Oh, shut up!” “Go off and die hag!” “ You little -”

Both of them started fighting and Ajax's eyes darted between them like a pingpong ball.

Seeing him so stress you just drop it “you know… I think I don't really care anymore” even after ajax is still on a trance for a little while.

What ex?

Diluc

Diluc looks up from the papers scattered around the desk and inquires at you “ my ex? I'm sorry, I never had a significant other before you. Other than maybe eula when we were 4 but it was only for a week…” he starts scratching his chin, thinking if he truly was almost always single.

Alhaitham

“ An ex?” He asks as he turns the page “I never felt the need to date anyone. Even if I did I wouldn't even humor your question with an answer, if you are looking for a reason to pick a fight with anyone kaveh left the milk out and now it's spoiled”

Will jump out of the window and seek help

Kaveh

He looks at you for a second, smiling at you tenderly “I will chose you once and once again, gem, did anything happen to make.you feel insecure? Why don't we speak about it over tea?” He ushers you towards his study's door and as soon as he thinks you left to start tea he makes a run for his window, already expecting him to return from the grocery store.

As he yelps for al haitham to help him you have already returned from the kitchen after hearing the ruckus he was making trying to jump out of the tiny window in his study.

Tugging on the leg that still was inside, kaveh screeches in panic and not being ready. Alhaitham seeing the scene just turns 180° and activates the noise canceling function of his earphones.

Wanderer

“ Excuse you?” He looks up from his book, looking as if you just swore at him

“ What would you rather? It isn't all that hard” you plant your hands on the table and face him, almost cornering into answering.

“ I…” he sprints towards the window and hovers on the air with his ability, sprinting towards the academia, hoping to find buer or his married tutor.

[reidbae]

DAY 11: Wind Me Down — degradation w/sub!spencer reid

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: You've been feeling stressed out at work as you and your team battle tirelessly to solve a case. When you get back to your hotel room after a long day on the job, you turn to Spencer to help you unwind.

pairing: sub!s2!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (y'all know what i'm going to say.), praise, degradation (obv), use of my love before smut and miss during, reader calls spencer "baby," "honey," and "angel," hair pulling, choking

wc: 1.6k

a/n: SORRY this was so cut off, i literally am falling asleep as i'm writing this LMFAO but i hope y'all enjoy my half-awake writing anyways <3

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1

You were walking into the hotel room that you and Spencer were sharing for your ongoing case, shutting the door annoyedly behind you.

You and the team had been on a case in New York for the last two weeks now, and it was safe to say that you were already sick of it. Sick of the lack of progress, sick of the officers you were working with, sick of the pressure that was coming down on you and your team. Sick of it all.

It was 2 A.M., and you had just gotten back to the room after a date with the case, being the last one to leave. You tried to open the door as to not wake your boyfriend, who you assumed to be asleep, shutting it with little noise.

But it didn't matter, because a face met yours the second you walked into the room.

Spencer was sitting on one of the beds in the room, a book in his lap. His glasses sat on his face flawlessly as he looked up at you with a smile. "Hey, you," he said.

"Hey," you said in a bit of a confused tone, looking him up and down. You set your work bag down and crossed your arms as you asked, "What are you still doing up?"

"I can't sleep without you," he told you with a shrug, like the phrase was common knowledge. "So I just chose to read until you got back."

You smiled at him and shook your head, walking over to him. "And how many books did you get through?" you asked.

"Two. And a half, I guess, if you count this one," Spencer smiled, holding the book up for you to see. Spencer then moved it away from him, opening his arms up for you. "Come here. You look tired."

You quickly fell into his arms as he pulled you into his lap, your legs on either side of him. Spencer ran his fingers through your hair with one hand, rubbing your back with the other.

"You need to stop working so hard, my love. You're going to burn yourself out," Spencer said in a bit of a worried voice. You sighed, burying your face into his shoulder.

"I know, it's just—" you began. But Spencer cut you off.

"You want to solve this case. I know. I do, too," he said, taking the words out of your mouth. "But you need to think about yourself, too. Just—Promise me you'll take a break at some point."

You nodded. As much as you didn't like to admit it, he wasn't wrong.

"I will. I promise," you said.

Spencer pulled back to smile at you, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. "Good," he grinned as he went on with rubbing your back. "Do you want to rest now? Or do you want to stay up for a bit?"

"Actually..." you said, trailing off with a smile across your face. Your hands went down to the hem of Spencer's joggers, tugging them before you even had time to think it through. "I had a little something in mind."

Spencer's face went pink immediately as he took note of what you were getting at, and he looked up at you. "O- Oh, really? And what would that be?" he asked, already knowing what the answer was going to be.

"You know how stressed I've been," you said lowly, beginning to press a few kisses to Spencer's neck, causing him to whine out above you. "I was thinking you could help me with that. Relieve me a little, you know?"

"Y- Yeah, I know," the genius stuttered out, pulling you closer to his body by your hips. "If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do."

"There's my good boy," you cooed with a smirk across your face. You didn't hold back from leaning in, crashing your lips onto Spencer's. His answer came in the form of his tongue, which quickly moved into your mouth.

You didn't waste time, pulling the white tee Spencer was wearing up and over his head. You ran your hands over his chest before attaching your lips to his again, moaning at the way his tongue felt as it moved with yours.

Sometimes, it was better to take things slow. Others, going fast just made it better.

And this was one of those times.

Spencer helped you to unbutton your work slacks, then pulled his joggers, and boxers, down and out of the way. The view you were met with was one of his long cock, that seemed to already be aching for you.

You smirked down at him, taking his dick into your hands as you shook your head. Spencer let out a small whine at the feeling, squirming a little under you.

"Already this hard, huh? It's been, what, five minutes?" you teased him, chuckling at the messy view of the man under you.

"I- I'm sorry," he said in a voice that was nearly begging you not to tease him about it. "You just have that effect on me, miss."

"Oh, believe me, I know, baby," you cooed, moving your hand up and down on him slowly. Spencer's eyes closed as you did. "I know how much of a slut you are for me. Aren't you?"

Spencer gave you a nod without looking back at you, holding back a groan as he said, "Y- Yes, miss, I am."

You moved up to your knees for a second to pull your slacks down fully before moving the tip of his dick to your cunt. You couldn't help but moan out at the feeling, your need being easily on display for Spencer as he saw how wet you already were.

"Y/N, what are you, fuck, what are you doing?" he asked in a confused voice, as several seconds had passed with him not yet being inside of you.

"Watch your language, honey," you said, pulling his hair a bit as a means of bringing him close to you. Spencer let out a small whimper, but didn't say another word. "I wanna hear you beg, baby, like the slut you are. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

Spencer's whines only grew more broken at your mean tone, but he was quick to comply, squeezing your hips as he said, "Please, miss. Please let me inside of you. I- I've been so good."

"Oh, have you, angel?" you teased him a little more, moving your hand down to cup his chin. You dragged him even closer. "I'm going to need more than that."

All the while, the head of his cock was still on your cunt, and as you moved his dick around even more, Spencer let out an annoyed sigh. "I just—Please, miss. I want to feel you so bad. I- I've been craving you all day."

"And what else?" you asked.

"I want to be your toy. I- I know you like that," Spencer whined. "Please, just—Don't leave me like this. I can't handle it," he huffed.

Feeling bad for the poor boy, you kissed his cheek, before whispering, "You won't have to, my good boy. That's just what I wanted to hear."

You lowered yourself onto his cock, letting out a low mewl at the feeling. God, was he big. Spencer's hands were on your hips again as you rode him, the both of your moans filling the room.

"You like that, huh?" you asked. You moved your hand up to settle on Spencer's neck, squeezing down. Spencer's glasses fogged up with his need as you did so, nodding eagerly.

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "Please, harder," he whispered.

You obliged him, squeezing down harder on his neck; Not enough to harm him, but enough so that he would surely feel it. Spencer's face was all the approval you needed to keep going.

"Look at how needy you are. How much of a slut you're being," you degraded him in a rough tone of voice, shaking your head. If there was any place to get out the anger you had built up over the last two weeks, this was the one.

You grabbed Spencer's face to turn it towards a mirror that laid above the dresser in the room. The view was pornographic, you on top of Spencer as you rode him, his lips wide open as a series of moans fell from it. "You see that, baby?"

Spencer shyly gave you a nod, looking down. "Y- Yes, I see it, miss."

"Yeah? And what do you look like?" you asked.

"A- A whore, miss," Spencer admitted, his cheeks flaring up in a blush at his own words. He turned his head away to look at you, gazing up at you with needy eyes. "B- But I'm your whore, miss."

You pressed kisses to his neck, your look one of approval. "Fuck, yeah, you are," you moaned.

Your high danced dangerously close a short while later, and Spencer, picking up on this, lowered a hand down to rub your clit to help you along. You buried your face into his neck, leaving hickeys on him wherever you could.

"Fuck, baby," you moaned out. "That feels so good. Keep going, just like that," you were saying without even thinking about it, your brain far too clouded with desire.

The room smelled like sex as you both came at the same time, Spencer filling you with him cum like he'd done so many times before. You lay limp on his shoulder as you came down from your peak, eyes closed.

"God, I love you," you told him breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Spencer chuckled at your words, settling his hands onto your waist.

"I love you, too, Y/N."

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[hanrinz]

𖥦 ٭࣭ 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 𝗔𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘 !

includes: deku, bakugou, shoto, hawks, dabi & shigaraki

content warning: attempted crack, is based on what happened irl, chaotic! can be platonic/romantic! i have favoritism and it's very obv here

rosie's notes: bnha men but this time sum of this happened irl ?!? our school is holding a sports event & that gave me an inspiration to write smth ! and happy 100+ followers to me🫶 thank you everyone!!

꒰ 𝐃𝐄𝐊𝐔 ꒱

you know those nerds who would ramble on and on about their interests? yeah, that's him. although, this is already a given thought about him, i just know he is an all might defender! slandering all might is a big no, he would pull out all the reasons why all might is so amazing and therefore you have no reason to say such malicious things to the former no. 1 hero.

he would definitely be that classmate who's popular because he edit vids so well?!? his account is full of all might edits😟 it's very concerning.

he would let you copy his notes!! though it's not very readable.. overall he's a nice classmate to have!

꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 ꒱

definitely, the vice president who shouts at their classmates that are noisy, but also noisy himself. he definitely knows all the tea in the classroom! he says he hates drama but keeps receipt of every rumour and hush secrets.

the leader! he might be harsh at it, but at least it gets the work done. he's strict too! if you give him your work it must be perfect, well-written and up to his standard! he doesn't half-assed things, if you can't match up with that, it's better to work alone😞

꒰ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ꒱

the quiet guy who always has a handkerchief over his mouth, would talk occasionally. he's the one who would have a bunch of supplies! mans is built like national book store😤

need a marker? he got a box of those, in different colors too! don't have any paper? you can ask one from him! forgot your pens at home? he got your back!! he's that type of guy you would always want to be group mates with, he's just smart and participates very well!

꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒 ꒱

the teacher's pet, (pun not intended) he would always get straight A's, would always help the teacher with their things whenever they leave the classroom. he would also be the one to remind the teacher about the assignment that y'all agreed not to mention.

the students from other schools come to see him in every event your school holds !! you will always see him with different ppl taking pictures with him, definitely a social influencer!

he pranked dabi one time, trying to scare him. he got punched in the face resulting from him getting a bruise (didn't post for his selca week, got his fans in shambles wondering what happened to him)

꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ꒱

the annoying guy who teases you all day, also likes doing activities all by himself. is on the dance club??!?? he can dance!! and win in every competition he partakes in.

would receive love letters and chocolates on valentines day?? he hates those things, would probably end up burnt or just down the trash :( or maybe he would just give it away to his friends, either way he doesn't like it.

he gave you one though, from him too?!? very mixed signals, but it's dabi so it's bound to be one.

꒰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 ꒱

that guy who plays mobile games at school, when phones are supposed to be surrendered! surprisingly, is good at hiding his phone well and is very participative in group work!

he's that guy who wears hoodies even in the hot weather! does not give a shit about other ppl, unless it's correlative to him.

have a very messy sleeping schedule, one time he fell asleep on your shoulders he was warm and very cuddly too! nuzzled in your neck and inhaling your perfume.

dabi smacks him in the head to wake him up, he jolts from the impact immediately muttering a small apology to you, still groggy but would definitely ask you to let him sleep on your shoulders again.

[thesunfyre4446]

As for punishing Alicent, Aemond and Criston - I will give my TB perspective if I may :)

I support the idea that Alicent should be punished. Just like Luke should. It's more about "how to punish one person for hurting the king's child without punish another person for hurting the king's child." Aemond was kid, but Rhaenyra was heir to the trone. Luke should be punished (NOT by having his eye gouged out), but Alicent can't go unpunished. He took Aemond's eye, she attacked Rhaenyra and wounded her with valyrian steel to the bone. They both should be punished.

Criston should face the same consequences as all the rest of the guards who guarded the royal family in Driftmark. No one checked that Aemond (the prince) did not reach the bed at all. He disappeared in the evening and didn't come back, and no one noticed. What if he fell off a cliff? If Vhagar rejected him? They would find his body or ashes and… what? The two heirs and two granddaughters of the Lord of Driftmark/the king's nieces left the castle unnoticed in the middle of the night to fight "someone who is stealing Vhagar". They didn't know it was Aemond. They could have died. They would find their bodies or they wouldn't and... what?

As for Aemond. In my opinion he knew what he was doing was wrong, that's why he ran away to do it in the middle of the night. He should have known that he shouldn't run away in the night LIKE he was stealing dragon, and go and bond with it properly, under proper supervision, like every other Targaryen had done before him. He should have known that he couldn't use the dragon as a death threat against his younger cousins who lost their mother to the dragon. I know he didn't know them. But he should understand how empathy works and that he's a child who shouldn't be threatening to use a dragon as a weapon. Every child, not just Luke, should understand that escalating violence (physically or verbally, as Aemond did) is wrong.

This is my opinion and one that I know I share with other TBs I know. Some people have… weird ideas, but it works both ways. Some TBs say Aemond should be sent to the Wall, and some TGs say Luke should be completely disinherited, mutilated and his dragon killed. Both attitudes are wrong.

thank you for your input!

i will say that rhaenyra offering to have aemond "sharply questioned" & taunting alicent with that "thank you, father" line & alicent just being very upset and distraught over her son losing his eye is what prompted her to finally lose it and attack rhaenyra. it's not something she was proud of & regretted it the next morning (i really wish that from that moment on the show would make alicent more like her book counterpart... but she was obvs regretting snapping out lol)

technically yeah she attack rhaenyra with a knife, but this fandom's unwillingness to sympathies and recognize alicent's pain is very upsetting to me. i'm seeing a lot of posts like "alicent should've been killed & locked up & whipped" and i'm like... are you fr? this woman is clearly upset and hurt over her son's injury. even rhaenyra and viserys or even daemon never tried to get alicent punished.

wrt to aemond - according to f&b he was sneaking out because he knew his parents would never allow him near vhagar. like i've said, he was supposed to return to KL very soon, and vhagar couldn't come with them to the dragonpit because she's too big. would she just disappear like she had when baelon died? would she go to dragonstone - that's very possible. but he couldn't go to dragonstone since his mom and rhaenyra are beefing.

and considering aemond's character. it was something he wanted to do on his own. he wanted to prove himself. & was 10 and didn't really think through the whole thing. we really don't know much about how targs claim dragons. there aren't any rules. you can just try to mount them and hope for the best lol i think that a dragon also chooses the rider based on personality. vhagar and aemond bonded over feeling lonely . that and aemond's bravery is exactly why vhagar accepted him. and wrt to empathy, listen, not going to justify what he said to the girls, but kids can be really really mean lol aemond's not shown to be very empathic in general & especially not to 2 strangers standing together with his bullies.

anyway, yeah, physical punishments are always bad. especially to kids???? i blame mostly viserys for not showing his son & alicent that he cared about them & just handling the whole situation very badly. in f&b he banishes harwin to harrenhall & sends rhaenyra to dragonstone & makes that threat that he'll cut the togues of anyone who speaks against rhaenyra's family. that makes so much more sense then show version.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Five Star (Chanlix) 🔞

Synopsis: Chris is a depressed college student. Felix is the hot delivery guy who shows up at his door.

Tags: Unprotected sex (obvs), depression, massages that turn into sex, pet names

A/N: This is literally your classic pizza guy porno trope. Happy Sunday Night!

Chris clicked “place order” on the UberEats app and tossed his phone to the side. He had 10 notifications from his school email that he was ignoring. Half were from his professors. He hadn’t been to class in over 2 weeks. After the fight with his parents at the beginning of the year over changing his major, and surrendering to their desire that he stick with his business major instead of switching to music, he’d barely left his apartment. He’d taken a music theory class as an elective the previous semester and fallen in love. His parents insisted it wasn’t practical and they’d stop paying for his tuition and apartment if he changed his major. So Chris had given up. On all of it.

He’d been awake for at least 24 hours and he couldn’t quite remember the last time he showered. He was singlehandedly keeping the kids who worked for his zip code of UberEats in business. Chris shuffled into the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the fridge. His phone went off right as he sat back down.

Felix is on his way with your order.

“Huh,” Chris mused. That was an unusual name. Of course one of the previous drivers was named Neveah so maybe it wasn’t that unusual. He took a sip of his beer and leaned his head back on the couch. He hated feeling like this, but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. A loud knock made him jump.

“Yeah, hold on!” he grabbed his wallet and opened the door.

“Double cheeseburger extra bacon and large fries and onion rings for Chris?” the delivery guy, apparently named Felix, read off the tag. He was hot. He was really hot. He was lean with blonde hair and freckles dusting his nose and cheeks with what Chris could only describe as the face of a god. The second thing he noticed was he was Korean. Chris only knew one other Korean in the whole school. He couldn’t stop himself from staring.

“Is that right?” Felix asked, prodding Chris for a response.

“Yeah, yeah that’s me. I’m Chris,” he said, fumbling with his wallet for the tip.

“Well, Chris, your arteries might slam shut after this,” Felix smiled.

“Maybe,” he handed Felix a $10 bill. He reached in his pocket to get change.

“No, keep it,” Chris insisted.

“That’s like a 75% tip,” the other boy pointed out.

“I know,” Chris knew he was still staring.

“Are you...okay?” Felix asked. It was the first time anyone had bothered to ask him for the sake of asking. Chris couldn’t stop his eyes from welling up behind his glasses.

“No, no I’m not okay,” he shook his head. He clutched his food bag and tried not to start sobbing in the hallway.

“Hey, whatever it is, it’ll work out,” Felix said.

“It won’t. It really won’t,” tears fell on Chris’s glasses and the bag.

“Can I come in?” the delivery boy with the face of an angel asked.

“Sure,” Chris sniffed.

He carefully took Chris’s elbow and stepped inside, steering them to the couch. The apartment looked like a depressed person lived there. It was a mess with old food containers from previous meals scattered on various surfaces. Felix gently took the bag from him and placed it on the coffee table, shoving trash out of the way to do it.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked.

“It’s my parents,” Chris confessed. “If I don’t stay in the major they want me to stay in then they’ll cut me off. I have to stay the perfect Korean son, you know? I got a B for the first time in my life last semester. I’m lucky I’m smart or I would’ve flunked completely. Of course, now I’m flunking because I haven’t gone to class in weeks. I hate my major so much, though. I’m miserable.”

“What do you want to do?” Felix asked, his voice deep and soothing.

“Music. I took a music theory class last semester and it just...spoke to me. I’m in business right now and it’s awful. It’s boring and my classmates all think they’re gonna be CEOs one day. We’re in Indiana for fuck’s sake,” he looked up after he cussed. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” the other boy smiled. “I’m a delivery guy because my parents didn’t want me giving up a full ride scholarship to Stanford for the dance program here.”

“You dance?” Chris asked. Felix nodded.

“It’s my life. I’m good at other stuff, but dance has my soul. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. They basically disowned me, but I know they’ll get over it when I make it big someday. Then I’ll be the good Korean son,” he smiled.

“So you get it,” Chris took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

“I definitely get it,” Felix put his hand on top of Chris’s.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be holding you up. You should go,” he said.

“You were my last delivery. It is almost 1am,” Felix told him. Chris looked at his watch. He’d even totally lost track of time.

“Then you should go home. You probably have class…” Chris began.

“Honestly? I hate my roommates and try to stay out of there as much as possible. I’m happy to stay as long as you need someone to sit with you,” Felix replied.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to guilt you into anything,” Chris said.

“I’m the only boy. Guilt has no effect on me anymore,” Felix laughed a little.

“I’m an only child,” Chris said.

“Oh shit, that’s rough,” Felix winced.

“Yeah. I guess guilt still does work on me,” he said.

“Not everyone is as resistant as I am,” the other boy grinned. “You should eat. I’m sure your burger is cold by now.”

“Like I haven’t eaten cold Chinese food for a week,” Chris laughed, but it sounded more like a sob.

“Changed it up, huh?” Felix teased.

“I was getting sick of Kung Pao chicken,” he replied. He opened the bag then looked at Felix. “I’m sorry. I can share.”

“I’ll just have an onion ring. However, I will take a beer if you’ve got any left,” Felix eyed the bottle on the table.

“They’re in the fridge. Help yourself,” Chris replied.

“Thanks,” Felix got his beer then sat back down. Chris had already finished half the fries and onion rings combo.

“Damn, you were hungry,” Felix observed.

“Actually not really. I think I make up for not sleeping by eating,” the other responded.

“How long have you been awake?” he asked. Chris thought for a second.

“Well, I thought it was 24 hours, but if it’s 1am then it’s really more like 27 or 28,” he replied.

“You haven’t slept in 27 or 28 hours?” Felix did a very poor job hiding his surprise. Chris shook his head.

“You need to sleep,” he insisted.

“I can’t. I’ve tried. I end up staring at the ceiling because my brain won’t stop spinning,” Chris sighed. Felix shifted a little in his seat.

“I know I’m a total stranger, but I know a lot of massage techniques so maybe I could give you a massage before I go?” he suggested.

“That would be nice,” Chris replied, dropping his gaze.

“You wouldn’t need to get naked. I can work just fine over clothes,” he was quick to add.

But what if I want to? Chris thought.

“I like that idea,” was what came out instead.

“After you shower then,” he suggested.

“I...don’t remember when’s the last time I took a shower,” Chris blushed.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to drag you in there and make sure you do it,” Felix seemed completely unphased by his statement. He seemed completely unphased by all of it. Chris was sitting there in a shirt that was falling apart and dirty sweatpants. He may or may not have smelled bad. Yet this stranger seemed okay with it. Though Chris supposed he wasn’t a total stranger. Felix understood what it felt like to be the perfect son and the crushing weight that came with it. He wasn’t only gorgeous, he was ballsy.

“You’re staring,” Felix said.

“Oh, sorry,” Chris immediately looked down at his lap again. Felix laughed softly, but it wasn’t hurtful. It was indulgent.

“I’m used to being stared at,” he told him. “Hazard of the profession.”

“Right,” Chris dared to look up.

“And I also know how hot I am,” he smirked. Chris felt his whole body blush. If that was even possible.

“I...you...I didn’t mean to…” Chris stuttered. Felix put his hand on top of Chris’s.

“Hey, I’m not gonna take advantage of you. I can tell you’re not doing well. I just want to help,” he insisted.

“Thank you. I mean, not that I thought you would. I haven’t had a guy like you ever even remotely try to flirt with me,” he replied.

“And what kind of guy am I?” Felix grinned.

“Nice, hot, brave enough to stick it to your parents,” Chris said, averting his eyes again. Felix gently turned his chin back to look at him.

“I have a feeling you’re pretty nice and hot when you aren’t stuck in this vicious cycle,” he said.

“You think so?” Chris was genuinely surprised by the compliment.

“Let’s get you showered and I’ll give you the best massage of your life,” Felix smiled softly.

“Okay,” he nodded. Felix got up and put the leftovers in the fridge. He pulled Chris up off the couch. He was strong for his size. Very strong.

“I’ll take care of you, Chris,” he told Chris when he bumped up against his chest.

“You will?” Chris tightened his grip on Felix’s hands.

“I will,” Felix confirmed.

“Thank you,” Chris whispered.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s get you showered,” he said. Felix started the shower and pulled Chris’s top off over his head. They stared at each other for a moment.

“You can take your shoes off since you’re gonna be here a while,” he said.

“Right,” Felix looked down at his feet. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Chris took the opportunity to take off his sweatpants and underwear and get in the shower. He was closing the curtain when Felix came back.

“You could’ve just told me you wanted to preserve your modesty,” he said. Chris was glad Felix couldn’t see his face.

“You did need to take off your shoes,” he replied.

“Fair enough. Should I get you clean clothes?” Felix asked.

“I’ll be okay with the towel,” Chris thought for a moment.

“Now you’re getting risqué,” the other boy teased, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. “Make sure you scrub everything.”

This guy really knew how to make him blush. Chris went as quickly as he could while remembering to wash his hair along with everything else. He shut off the water.

“Towel please,” Felix passed it to him without pulling back the curtain. Chris wrapped it around his waist and stepped out. Felix gave him a quick once over.

“Not bad,” he grinned.

“Thank you,” Chris replied quietly.

“Just the truth,” Felix followed him into the bedroom.

“How do you want it? You can put your clothes back on or any level of undress you’re comfortable with,” he said. Chris took a deep breath.

“If I cover myself with only the towel?” he asked.

“I promise I will remain professional. I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t want me to,” Felix told him. Chris knew he was serious.

“Okay,” he nodded.

“Got any lotion?” Felix asked.

“Top drawer,” the other replied as he settled on the bed. Chris hoped Felix would ignore the other 2 things in the drawer. At least for the moment. Felix didn’t say anything as he pulled out the bottle of lotion and settled next to one of Chris’s legs.

“Are your feet ticklish?” he asked.

“No,” Chris shook his head.

“Then I’ll start there,” Felix slowly started massaging Chris’s feet. He had no idea they were that tired and sore when he was barely walking around his apartment.

“Feel good?” Felix asked.

“Yeah, really good,” Chris replied. Felix moved up his calves. “So what year are you?”

“Sophomore. I’m 20,” Chris said, propping his chin up on his folded arms.

“I’m a freshman. Gonna have my 19th birthday next month,” Felix replied. “Damn you’ve got some knots in your calves.”

“You can go harder. If you need to,” Chris told him. Felix leaned more of his weight down on Chris’s legs.

“You’re definitely gonna make me work,” Felix laughed a little.

“You don’t have to,” Chris started.

“I told you I’d do it, so I’m gonna do it,” he slowly worked his way up Chris’s body until he reached the edge of the towel covering his ass.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“Ummm, work on my back first?” Chris suggested.

“Sure,” Felix positioned himself on the back of Chris’s thighs and began working out his tense back muscles. He felt himself relax for the first time in weeks under Felix’s hands.

“Wow,” Felix said.

“What?” Chris asked.

“You’re making some pretty suggestive sounds there,” he grinned.

“I was?” Chris turned to look at him. Felix leaned down so his chest was almost flush with Chris’s back.

“The only time I make a guy sound like that is when I have my cock in his ass and I’m fucking him into the mattress,” he breathed against Chris’s ear.

“Would you...do that to me?” Chris swallowed hard.

“Only if you want me to,” Felix replied. “Though I would’ve thought you’d be a top.” Chris shook his head.

“I am very much a bottom,” he replied. He rolled over under Felix so he was fully exposed, half hard, with a fully clothed Felix straddling him.

“What do you want from me?” Felix asked, not so subtlety eyeing Chris’s dick.

“I want you inside me, but...be gentle…” he stumbled over the words.

“Do you want me to make love to you?” Felix raised an amused eyebrow.

“I hate that term, but yes,” Chris consented.

“I can do that,” Felix pulled off his shirt and tossed it somewhere to the side. He leaned down and carefully kissed Chris. It was like an electric shock when their skin touched. For as much as Felix was trying to be gentle and take it slow, a fire ignited in the cores of their beings. Chris pulled Felix closer, licking into his mouth, holding onto his cheeks.

“I need you, Felix. I need you so much,” he breathed, eyes glossing over with tears again.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Felix reassured him, kissing his nose, cheeks, then his lips. “I’m right here.”

Felix managed to sit up long enough to wrestle out of the rest of his clothes and get the condoms and lube. Chris pulled him back down almost immediately.

“I’m gonna take good care of you. Don’t worry, baby,” he cooed as he lubed up his fingers. He teased at Chris’s rim causing his breath to hitch. “Relax, baby. I have to prep you.”

“Okay,” Chris replied. Felix carefully slid one long, thin finger in then another one quickly behind it. He slowly massaged Chris’s sensitive inner walls, feeling him relax under his touch. Once he had 3 fingers in, he began to scissor Chris’s hole open. Chris dropped his head against the pillow and sighed.

“Feel good, baby?” Felix asked.

“Uh huh,” Chris breathed. “It’s been a while.”

“I’ll be gentle until you tell me otherwise,” Felix kissed him slowly, withdrawing his fingers.

“Felix…” Chris whined when he felt empty.

“Don’t worry,” Felix sat up and rolled on the condom ensuring it was generously lubed. Chris didn’t even have to be prompted to spread his legs. Felix pushed into him gently, watching for signs of pain or distress. Chris pulled him down against his chest and wiggled his hips, fully seating Felix inside him. He placed panting kisses on the corners of the other boy’s mouth.

“We’ve got time, baby,” Felix smiled. Chris looked up at him.

“Go deep. I want to feel you in my lungs,” he breathed.

“I don’t think I’m quite that big, but I’ll do my best,” Felix laughed, showing his dimples. He brushed Chris’s bangs back and began grinding his hips hard against Chris’s pelvis. Chris was dying for a connection. Maybe this was the wrong way to go about it, but it felt good. It felt right - having the delivery boy buried balls deep in him. Then Felix brushed his prostate for the first time.

“Fuck!” he grunted.

“Found somewhere good?” Felix teased. Chris nodded. Felix lied down so his entire body was on top of Chris’s and rolled his hips.

“You want me to finish you fast or keep going?” he asked, his face in Chris’s neck.

“Surprise me,” Chris replied, barely above a whisper. Felix kissed him hard, brushing his most sensitive spot with every roll of his hips. Chris whined into his mouth as he felt his orgasm building.

“Stay with me,” he breathed against Chris’s mouth. Felix snapped his hips into Chris two, three times and then Chris came hard between them. Chris was writhing around, smearing come all over both of them. Felix emptied into the condom with a feral growl. Chris dimly registered Felix pulling out and disposing of the condom. He felt him get off the bed then a warm, wet cloth on his chest.

“Gotta clean you up,” Felix smiled at him. “We made a mess.”

“Oh, thanks,” Chris gave him a sleepy smile. Felix carefully cleaned him until he was satisfied then put the washcloth back in the bathroom. He crawled back in bed and Chris wrapped his arms around him. Then Felix started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Chris asked.

“This is like a bad porno. You banged the pizza guy only I was delivering a burger instead of pizza,” Felix replied, rolling his head over to look at the other boy. Chris started to laugh too.

“I guess I did,” he grinned.

“The delivery guy is happy to bang you whenever you want,” Felix cuddled up next to him.

“I think I might actually be able to sleep,” Chris yawned.

“Then you’re gonna have to keep me around so I can fuck you to sleep regularly,” Felix kissed him.

“I like that plan,” Chris hugged him.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” Felix told him.

“Thank you,” Chris felt the weight of those words deep in his chest.

“You’re welcome,” Felix smiled. “Now sleep.”

Chris rolled over with Felix cuddled behind him and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. This was good. This was very good.

[nailbatss]

Forever Will Be You and Me

This is another entry for @harringrovesummerbingo !! Name inspiration comes from Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings. I love this song and I think it fits Harringrove in any universe <3

Square & Prompt: B2 - Free Space

Rating: Angst to fluff, SFW

Word Count: 1.8k

Major Tags: Harringrove, fluff, getting together, genderbent!Harringrove, omegaverse, Alpha!Billie, Omega!Stevie, Stevie has bad parents, Billie has bad parents

Summary: Stevie was supposed to do everything by the book. She was supposed to marry another rich family and have strong pups to be her heir. Her parents don’t care about her. She’s determined to break that cycle and be truly happy. All she has to do is run.

“Stevie, I need you to get the hell out of your parents’ house.” Billie scoffed as they relaxed in her pool one afternoon. She was sitting on a flamingo shaped floatie, sunglasses slightly skewed down her nose to see her better, and her red hot bikini hugging her curvy frame. Stevie herself was wearing a yellow floral bikini and it hugged her curves just right. Her own sunglasses were sitting atop her head as she relaxed in the shallow end, sitting on the stairs leading into the pool. 

A frown made her face scrunch up. “That’s easier said than done, Billie.” She sighed and looked down at her nails.

“Why? I got away from my folks and got a place, why don’t you move in with me?” Billie asked like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Are you crazy? They already don’t like that I’m friends with an alpha and won’t tell them who. You know how old fashioned they are.”

“Right, because they believe in alpha/omega relationships and nothing else.” She frowned. “I mean, I am an alpha. Why won’t they let you be with me?”

“Though we’re opposite designations… they don’t like the thought of me being with another woman..” Stevie said softly.

“That’s such bullshit!” Billie snarled as her fangs dropped. “We could be perfect together!” She hissed.

Well that suddenly got Stevie’s attention.

“Billie? I- what?” Stevie squeaked.

“Fuck.” The blonde muttered and looked up at the sky, groaning. “Fucking cat’s out of the bag now.”

“Y-You like me?”

“Yes, princess. I don’t just hang around you for no reason. While I do like to be around you, I think you’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen. This shitty town’s never done anything for me except giving me one thing. They gave me you.” Billie said. “Now I sound all sappy.” She pouted.

Stevie giggled as she swam over to her, grabbing onto the side of her floatie and looking up at her. “Billie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re cute when you get all pouty.” She smiled and laughed again as Billie’s face turned as red as her bikini.

That didn’t stop her from leaning down and responding. “And you’re all cute when you’re flirty.” The blonde smiled and connected their lips, earning a mewl of pleasure from Stevie.

~*~

“What do you mean I have to marry him?” Stevie’s eyes widened.

“You were promised to the Hagan family long after you presented.” Her father growled. “If you presented as an omega, you’d marry their alpha son. If you presented as an alpha, you’d be promised to another family with an omega.” He crossed his arms. “Pack your things, they’ll be coming to collect you in the morning. Once married, you’re going to provide an heir that will take over the family business.”

“I don’t want to!” Stevie stomped her foot. “There’s no way you’re going to make me!”

“Oh, but you’re an omega. You’re viewed as property to anyone else, especially in our society.” Her father continued and growled. “As your father and your alpha, you will obey me.”

Stevie shot a look to her mother. “You seriously can’t agree to this.” She swallowed, horrified at the thought of having to leave everything behind, especially her chosen alpha. The two had been courting in secret for weeks now.

Her mother fell silent, as usual. “What your father says, goes.” She had been promised the same fate unfortunately all those years ago. She was sworn to marry Richard, obviously not happy about it either.

“Fuck you.” She spat in her father’s direction. 

“What the hell did you say to me, girl?!”

“Fuck. You.” Stevie said and turned on her heel, grabbing her bag and running up the stairs. She slammed her bedroom door behind her and sobbed. 

How was she supposed to tell Billie? 

She simply couldn’t. 

But she couldn’t just not live her own life. She had to do something and do it fast.

Grabbing the phone, she dialed the number she remembered by heart all those years ago. A tear slid down her cheek as she heard the ringing back in her ears.

“Hey princess, what’s going on?”

“Is that offer still on the table?” Stevie asked shakily.

She could practically hear her grin over the phone. “For you? Always.”

“I want to take you up on it.”

“I’m on my way, princess. Be there in 5.”

Hearing the dial tone, Stevie hung up the phone and wiped her eyes. No time for getting upset now. The brunette was packing her bags in a flurry and making sure she grabbed everything she needed. The young omega was not going to let her father ruin her life again. She was going to find her happiness somewhere that wasn’t there.

Even so, she knew she would be cut off from her family, which was fine. She had enough in her savings anyway. The minute she turned 18, she automatically removed her parents from her bank account. Whatever money she had was hers, and that was a safety net at best. 

Taking one more glance around, Stevie knew this would be the last time she’d be in this room. She picked up a stuffed bunny from her bed. Cinnamon, she had named it, was won by Billie at the state fair up in Indy. She had held onto it ever since and it smelled just like her. Though Billie’s scent had faded from the plush fur, Stevie held onto it as a memory. One of the seldom few she had where she was purely happy.

So into her bag she goes. 

Hearing the familiar roar of the engine, Stevie was out the door. She dropped her keys into the bowl of keys. Her car would surely be taken from her too, so it was better to leave that behind too. It was an ugly reminder of who her family is.

“Stephanie!” Turning her head, she realized her mother was watching her now.

“I’m sorry.” She said quietly.

“I understand, but please…” Her mother rushed over with an envelope and handed it to her. She sniffled. “I’m so sorry that your father is like this.. I never wanted this life for you. You don’t deserve this.” 

That was the last time she hugged her mother. 

Taking a deep breath, Stevie walked out the door and never looked back.

After all, her true alpha was here to protect her from them. She’d never look back again.

Climbing in the car, Stevie immediately felt overtaken with relief, warmth, and safety.

“Hi, princess.’

“Hi beautiful.”

Suddenly, Stevie was embraced in a loving hug. The warmth was familiar, encasing her with happiness and support, but most of all, love.

“Don’t ever look back. They’ll tear us apart if you give them the chance.” Billie told her soothingly and rubbed her back.

Suddenly, she gasped when feeling tears soaking through her shirt.

“Oh baby, don’t you worry. I got you now. Come on, let’s go get some ice cream at home, yeah?”

“Home?” Stevie echoed with a raspy tone.

“Home.” Billie smiled softly.

“Okay, yeah, I’d like to go home now, please.”

“Then home it is.”

~*~

Warm. Cozy. That’s what Stevie felt when she woke up. She trilled softly when feeling strong arms around her waist. Her nose immediately went to her neck, sighing quietly as she breathed in her scent. It was unlike any other alpha’s scent which was usually musky, heavy. Hers was coconut, lime, and all things beachy. Stevie’s herself was more floral, like jasmine, daffodil, and a little bit of peach. Their scents were perfect together and almost like a tropical getaway.

Heaven. That’s what this was.

Stevie was in heaven when she was with Billie, her alpha.

They had moved in together practically overnight and they were finally at peace. People would talk, surely. Stevie Harrington living it up with Billie Hargrove in the trailer? Scandalous.

She didn’t give a damn anymore.

All Stevie cared about was being happy. At the very least, Billie was her happiness and she was going to always protect her.

Yes, they were young at only the age of 18, but they were here together. They’d finish school together and they’d probably never hear from any of these people again. That would be paradise to them definitely.

“Do you ever think of moving away?” Billie asked curiously one morning.

“W-what?”

“Do you ever… want to get away from here?” Billie repeated this time.

“I mean, I’ve always thought about it.”

“Yeah? What of it?”

“I’d like to… but I don’t want to leave behind the pups.”

Stevie had grown quite attached to a few pups that she used to look after. Namely, Dustin Henderson. That was her first pup she was trusted with. Claudia had always offered her a place to stay if needed and a warm meal before she would return home. The other pups followed right after: Lucas, Mike, Will, and El were a few more to name. Of course, she couldn’t forget about the other sassy, yet sweet pup, Max. Though she was Billie’s sister, Stevie adored her all the more. 

“We could always come back to visit.” Billie offered.

“We could, yes, but I’m happy here with you.” Stevie smiled warmly over her cup of coffee. Her wavy hair was thrown up in a messy bun; it was never good for Billie’s heart to see that combination. “It wouldn’t be the same without them.. I’d miss them.”

Billie could understand that. She never thought of having pups of her own, let alone, knowing if she could sire them. It hit her just then. If you take an omega away from their pups, even ones that were adopted and made pack, then they could enter a drop. She didn’t want to risk doing that to her favorite person in the world.

“Fine, after the brats graduate, we’re going to leave then. Will that be okay?” Billie sighed.

Stevie giggled, “Don’t call them brats, I know you have a soft spot for them too.”

“Whatever.” Billie huffed again.

“Oh, my big, strong, alpha, scared to admit she’s soft.” Stevie cooed.

That made Billie growl playfully. “Shut up.”

“You like when I tease you~”

“That I do, princess. That I do. Now c’mere, I need my morning kisses.” Billie tugged her close by her waist, sealing their lips together.

Happiness had never tasted so sweet. All it took was her to run away from her horrible future and into the loving arms of her perfect mate.

Forever never looked so promising.

[lamnwar]

Hiii! It was me! Can i request nijimura x fem Reader? Reader was kouhai and bottle girl in teiko. Reader and nijimura became close because she often bring food or snack to practice. Thank you!

hi babe!!! 💕💕 I'm so so sorry I took this long, my laptop crashed when I was halfway through writting it and I had to wait for it to get repaired to go back to writing 😭 ANYWAYS! thank you so so much for requesting Nijimura!! He's so underrated and deserves all the love <33

When Our Spring Comes // Nijumura Shuzo x fem! Reader

Context: in which you're Nijimura's junior at Teiko, and you slowly fall for each other <3

Warnings: none! obvs it's set in middle school so it's very soft and cute and I felt like an old lady experiencing teenage love for the first time while writing it 😭

Spring has always been a bittersweet period of the year to you. When you were just a kid, it always struck you as the time where you’d be separated from your former classmates as you got to graduate and move to the upper class – and oh, was it dreadful to be separated from the group of friends you’ve built over the previous school year! Then you grew a little bit, always hoping to grow more so you awaited spring, the new classes, just a proof that you weren’t a kid anymore.

This spring, though, is rather something you dread. It’s coming quite soon – in 4 weeks from now, so it’s maybe too late for you to worry about it. But the stinging feeling in your stomach that you get every time you think of the future creeps in the minute your eyes meet Shuzo’s. He smiles, unaware of the turmoil inside of your mind. For all you know, he only thinks of you as his cute junior, here at every practice and every match, the nicest smile on your face as you hand your players a bottle of water and sweet words of motivation.

When you first enter Teiko Middle School, the basketball club was the last club you’d ever think of entering. Well, for one, basketball wasn’t quite a passion of yours, and if it was really up to you, you would have integrated a club that matches your interests better. It just happened that you fell sick on the week of club admission, hence missing the deadline and having to choose between integrating the basketball club or the Korean cinema club – which was way too niche for you. Only when you stepped foot inside the gymnasium did you understand that basketball was a big deal in Teiko; well, what other middle school team has three strings of players?

Shuzo Nijimura raised an eyebrow the first time he saw you. Polite and friendly, but definitely less passionate than the crowd of enraged teenage boys he’s used to. Though you clearly did not hide the fact that you weren’t there 100% on your own will, you still attended to your simple task of water girl and, occasionally, snack girl.

So, he’s come to know you, his cute junior. You were always there, so nice to talk to, taking notice of all these little things about the players as you spent more time amongst the team. Standing in the sideline next to him as he took his breaks, looking at the others in training. But the first time Shuzo held a proper conversation with you was during a random afternoon practice, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was in deep reflection, eyes fixed on the first years’ – some of which were your classmates – play. You followed his gaze, somewhat understand what could get him so intrigued with these boys. Despite being in the same team for a little more than two months at this point, the sight of their play never failed to stun whoever watched them.

“Say, you know Murasakibara pretty well, don’t you?” He asked, and you remember jumping a little bit when he talked to you.

“Yeah, we were in the same primary school. Weird guy, I’d say, but who am I to judge?” you chuckled.

Atsushi Murasakibara has always been a strange guy, for all the years you’d known him. You weren’t a friend of him, not even sure if he even knew your name given how disconnected with the world he was, but you were always observant, always knowing people without really knowing them.

“Man…” your captain sighed. “He makes me mad. I was hoping you’d have some tips on how to handle him.”

You raised an eyebrow, not quite sure how he’d come to think you would know.

“When I have a tough time with one of the boys, I usually try to find a way to get to them, make things easier.” He explained. “I don’t wanna say I can read people or something like that, but your classmates are tough nuts to crack.”

“Yeah, these boys… can’t say they’re your average players.”

“Right? I don’t mind having strong players in the team since they make us win, but it’s not all about the games now, is it?”

You shrugged.

“I guess.”

“Yeah, so I’m trying to decipher them one by one. Aomine’s easy, I just had to ask Satsuki. Midorima is fairly approachable, even though I don’t know many 12 years old who take themselves so seriously. And Akashi’s fine, too. But Murasakibara…”

He trailed, and you laughed a bit at the look on his face – one you’d seen quite often on your parents’ face that could clearly read “what am I going to do with that child?”

“Well Atsushi really isn’t that complicated. Not that I know him that well, but he can be bribe with snacks, if that helps.”

“Snacks?”

“Uh-huh. He becomes pretty obedient in exchange for snacks. He likes those kelp chips.”

He let out a soft laugh, then looked at you, and that was also the first time you saw Shuzo’s smile directed to you. Deep in your ribs, you felt your heart jump.

It’s been two years since then. You didn’t expect things to evolve like that. Back then, you would have never seen yourself being by Shuzo’s side even outside of the basketball court. Yet here you are. The last cold breezes of winter disheveling your hair as you try to fix it, in vain. Shuzo’s by your side, chuckling as he sees you struggle. You’ve always been jealous of how his hair never moves. Even when he’s running all around the court, his thick bangs are stable, if not for a few drops of sweat that make them appear a bit thinner. You tsk, Shuzo playfully ruffling your hair. Your heart skips a beat, but you keep it from beating to fast by breathing long and slow.

“Say, captain – “

“Told you not to call me that.” He mumbles in his scarf. “Not your captain, barely your superior in any way.”

“It’s a force of habit.”

“I know.”

“Well, I kinda liked the team better under your mandate.” You chuckle, reminiscing your first year as Teiko’s water girl. The team was something else, back then.

“Hm…” he laughs softly, “but you still love your team.”

“So do you, Shuzo.”

You smile as you watch him blush. He’s never been one to openly admit how much Teiko’s basketball team means to him, but you’ve known him long enough to see the pride in his eyes as he watches his juniors bring yet another victory to your school. You were there, the day he demoted from his position of captain; you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, you were just on your way to the teacher’s room when it happened. You never told him, though, that you’ve heard the whole conversation with coach Sanada. Even if you can understand his reason, you firmly believe that he’s the only one capable of keeping the Generation of Miracles at bay. He has that calm, commanding nature, somewhat nurturing despite its rough aspect. But at the end of the day, your opinion doesn’t matter much.

Anyways, he’s not here for long. One month, you counted. And then he’ll move on, and you’ll be left with no… no him around anymore. The realisation hit you, and you try to supress it but it’s hard. You wish he was around longer, would have made your life brighter. You sigh, nudging his shoulder gently.

“You’ll keep playing in high school, right?” you ask as you both stop at a crossway.

“Depends on my dad’s health.”

Ah, yes. That. You suddenly feel bad for your selfish feelings. Doesn’t matter how you feel about him, as your captain or as a person, his decisions weren’t made thoughtlessly. Shuzo loves his dad maybe more than he’s willing to show. You’ve realized it when he would take some extra snacks that you’ve made for practice, telling you that his dad would love these and he’d take them to the hospital on his next visit. So, on those days you’d have these special snacks, you’d sneak a little pouch of them in his bag. He never said a word about it, but you’d see his face the next day when he’d tell you about his visit to his dad. You don’t have to ask; he’ll just tell you if he feels like it. And every time, you’ll lend an ear.

“Man…” you tsk.

He raises his eyebrows, surprised by your sudden exclamation. While he looks at you, you deviate your gaze to your gloves-covered hands.

“Don’t wanna think about how you’ll probably find yourself another water girl wherever you’re going after Teiko.”

He’s silent for a few seconds, before the soft sound of his laugh creeps into your ears. Your efforts to hide your blushing face in your scarf reveals itself to be a failure; it’s ok, right? He’ll probably think it’s the cold, right?

“I won’t replace you, you know. I don’t think I can.”

“Huh?”

It’s your turn to stare at him dumbfounded. Shuzo’s face is surprisingly serene, despite the weight of his words. To your heart, it sounds like a confession, but you’d be a fool to bet on that. Being friends is all you ever are, never more. It’s an insane possibility, yet…

“I’ll miss you, you know, when I’ll be in high school.”

He stops, looking at the sky. It’s clear and blue, far from the storm brewing in his body. Shuzo Nijimura has never been vocal about his feelings, let alone those of such softness. The confidence with which he’s uttered these words stuns him first; but his heart is about to burst at any moment.

“Well… we don’t have to part ways either.” You mumble.

“You mean that?”

You nod. He’s silent. He’s never thought of that as an option. But now that you’ve said it, he’s struck by the sudden realisation that he’s absolutely an idiot.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” you look up at him, confused.

“You’re receiving a promotion, if you accept it.” He looks away for a second, before facing you with the kind of determination he only shows on the basketball court.

A small smile paints itself on your face, seeing his fists rolled in ball like he’s about to fight you. Well, he’s rather fighting himself.

“I’ll promote you. From my water girl to my girlfriend. Would you like that?”

“Eh?!”

The look on your face would normally make him laugh, but he rather not. If anything, he’s on the verge of cardiac arrest. Mere seconds have passed, but it feels like you’re taking forever to give him an answer. But then you do.

“I’d like that, yeah.”

Shuzo’s arms are quick to wrap around you, pushing you in a tight embrace while you take a minute to reciprocate the hug. His erratic heartbeats resonate through your body as it sinks in just how much this entire moment means for him. You close your eyes, humming against his chest.

“God, I’m so glad you didn’t reject that lame confession.”

You laugh, daring to leave a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Like I ever would, captain.”

He follows your words with a heartfelt chuckle, one that feels warm like those late winter sunrays that kiss your face right now.

And in this moment, the thought of spring coming has your heart blooming.

[crushedsweets]

it’s been a while back so i’m w more song analysis!! this is too long i’m warning u now. in fact this might not even be readable im so sorry it’s just. so much rambling 😭

when memories snow (more mitski mm also i got tickets for her tour and i will not shut up ab it!!! she’s so cool!!!!!!!) is incredibly tim coded. the very sinister chords at the chorus, really makes you *feel* him spiralling - and the LYRICS ugh very ‘i’m trying to ignore/suppress my memories but they keep coming back against my will’ slash ‘bottling up all my feelings and forging on with my work. pretending they don’t exist’

hate yourself by tv girl is very nina x kate (in the sense of kate watching nina destroy herself for a man who does not even like her) ough. ‘i think you’d fall in love with anyone who fell in love with you / and they frequently do’ BC KATE DID!! kate fell in love with her!! also ‘i’ll just wait til those arms belong to me’ is so subtly manipulative which is very. yeah. kate’s definitely not perfect and i wouldn’t put her above being like that if she really wanted to. + the deceptively happy instrumental with vaguely dark lyrics = nina being overly outgoing and social to make up for the fact that her mental state is in absolute shambles (poor bby)

the wolf by siamés is both tim and brian but i think leans more brian (what is it with this man that makes me think of ‘walking music’. ykwim? the chain, the wolf, house of the rising sun all remind me of him. all very slow-threatening-determined-walk songs) once again, driving beat, heavy bassline. (i play bass guitar so i love a song w an interesting bass part) i think shows resilience as well as grounding - imo he’s always been one of the more mature / level-headed creeps, to the point he’s very self aware. this man knows exactly what he’s doing at all times. ‘somewhere far away i can hear your call’ even in the future when he thinks he’s escaped from slender he knows deep down he’ll never be truly free…. yes ok

keep myself alive by get scared for jane. she’s so angry - AS SHE SHOULD BE and i feel it’s just a audible version of her rage. ‘i just wanna leave this place behind / everytime i see your face in mine’ because her and jeff have the same burned face thing going on…….. ough. she can never escape from the man who ruined her life. the guitar shifting from this melancholy, reverb-y tone in the verses to the loud distortion in the chorus reflecting her mood shifting from self-pity to raw anger

bonus: class of 2013 by mitski x toby

i should rlly make a playlist for each creep but i use musi not spotify 💔

- 🌙 anon

sorry for making u read all of this ❤️

anon. oh my god. i need you to know how often i think about this ask. and how guilty i feel knowing i shouldve responded forever ago but kept putting it off. im going to respond now with shame. thank you so much for your patience. my god

when memories snow for tim is soooo real. i associate him with a longing for life before slendy, while also repressing it cuz it hurts knowing itll never ever come back. going to bars, hanging out in his friends apartments, going to class, late night driving... "I shovel all those memories, clear the path to drive to the store" i think even the imagery of him shoveling snow out of a driveway gives off that sort of strong, cold idea of him. and 'drive to the store' obv being...proxy work... SO SAD

ALSO FUCK NINAKATE MENTION IM IN TEARS ok listen. theyre both really bad. and i super agree that kate might be a bit deceptive and manipulative (intentionally or not) cuz she wants nina to completely remove jeff and take his place (NOT HIS ROLE, just his place in ninas arms). also "how long will it take before you start to hate yourself and go straight to the arms of someone else" i think its undeniable that ninas obsession with romance is related to her own self image, and kate doesnt really like herself that much either. "im not saying that you love me, im not saying anything" OHH BUT SHE WANTS NINA SOOO BAD... man.

also im absolutely in love with how you take the sound itself into account, not just lyrics. the way you explain the wolf connecting to brians determination, reslience, and grounding presense is SOOO PERFECT and i can see it in the first few lyrics as well. the also "sneaking in the pain, every truth becomes lie / i wont trust myself once i hear your call" THATS TIM AND BRIAN COME ON GUYS DO YOU HEAR THIS

also i love keep myself alive. i heavily agree she has every right to be angry, and thats a core part of her character - rage, grief, strength. "to sleep i of course think i'm stronger now / to sleep i gotta catch myself" im crying. the sleep menton + she feels alone. she has a support system, a literal wife, but she still holds all of her grief on her own shoulders. who the fuck else can relate to being violently stalked for months, walking in on your parents being tortured together, being attacked, nearly burnt alive, then LOSING your parents? also "how could this dark cloud make me stronger now" i think a lot of people would have told her that her experience made her a survivor and made her strong and whatnot. but i dont think she feels that way. i think she feels like a victim, she feels tortured, she feels like that same little girl who'd sleep in her parents bed after a nightmare - but this isnt a nightmare she can wake up from. her parents bed burnt to ashes. there is relief in just letting yourself grieve and hurt - but she's so beyond focused on being strong. and it doesnt make sense to her. doesnt make sense how she can be strong after all of that . but she is, cuz she has to be

ALSO YES OH MY FUCKING GOD CLASS OF 2013 DFUCK FUCKFUCKF FIFJF FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK i dont even need to explain why this gets me. yall already know. my god

[ecliptiz]

Heyyy do you mind if I make a request? If you don't wanna write this that's obvs totally fine I just wanted to ask and see 💗

Could I ask for peter pettigrew x reader where reader is a little bit apprehensive of him because in thier younger years at hogwarts she fell victim to some of thier pranks and general silliness. Now in the last year of school she's in a class with peter and they have to share a book and so she has meet with him in the common room for working together for this class and she begins to realize that the marauders aren't that bad and somehow squeeze in some mutual pining between pete and reader and maybe the other marauders somehow set them up

(Yes I am aware of the cheesey-ness of this, if you could somehow find a way to squeeze in some angst that would be sublime because I love cute cheesy fics but I also love angst so I'm kind of torn on what I want really just anything with peter would be great if you can 💗🥰 )

𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 ╰► PETER PETTIGREW

SUMMARY — Sharing a book leads to a lot of things with the boy you thought you hated.

WARNINGS — CURSING

PETER PETTIGREW, an unassuming figure among the flamboyant constellation known as the Marauders, seemed to carry a perpetual aura of being overshadowed.

In a group where Remus held the enigmatic allure, Sirius radiated a bad-boy magnetism, and James exuded charisma that could light up the entire room, Peter was the quiet comet trailing slightly behind.

He lacked the rebel spirit that made Sirius captivating, the athletic prowess that drew attention to James, or the layered complexity that shrouded Remus.

Instead, he was just Peter — an unremarkable blonde boy with a penchant for sugary treats, indifferent to the allure of books or the thrill of sports.

His life was the epitome of normalcy, from his home routine to his uneventful days. Amid the cacophony of his more vibrant friends, he occupied the role of an exception rather than the rule.

Yet, against all expectations, his gaze started to drift toward a certain girl who possessed an uncanny ability to captivate him, even when her actions seemed trivial to others.

Whether engrossed in her books during class, fiercely competitive on the Quidditch field, quietly rebelling against authority, or simply navigating an ordinary day, she never failed to seize his attention.

For better or worse, she had woven herself into the fabric of his thoughts, casting a spell on his mundane existence and revealing the unexplored shades of Peter Pettigrew.

And there she was, nestled in the warm embrace of the common room, surrounded by the familiar faces of her friends. Her attention was drawn to their lively banter, laughter harmonizing like a soothing melody. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of intense blue eyes were fixated on her from a distance, tracing her every movement.

Meanwhile, those very eyes were the subject of another's scrutiny. Sirius, the audacious one of the bunch, leaned in with an impish grin, his raven-black hair adding to his aura of mischief. "Who ya’ looking at, Wormy?" he chimed, his voice laced with teasing curiosity.

Peter's heart raced, his gaze quickly veering away, panic dancing in his eyes. His efforts to evade Remus and James's knowing looks proved futile, and he was caught in their playful trap. "No one, just the—uh... window, yeah," Peter stumbled over his words, attempting to sound casual, but his furtive glances in her direction betrayed his façade.

James seized the opportunity with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, his voice carrying a singsong quality. "Oo…" he cooed, delighting in Peter's discomfort. Unsurprisingly, the attempt to downplay his interest had failed. Peter's vehement denial only fueled their amusement.

Quickly shaking his head, Peter fervently dismissed their assumptions. "No, no 'oo'," he protested, his voice slightly too high-pitched in his nervousness. The length of his blond hair shifted as he moved, and in that seemingly trivial detail, his awkwardness was encapsulated.

"Wormtail likes a girl," James teased, his voice playfully sing-song as his round glasses slipped down his nose.

Remus raised his head from his book, a subtle yet teasing smirk gracing his lips.

"Which one is it? The one with the black hair? Oo, maybe the blonde!" James speculated, his excitement palpable.

“Maybe the (H/C) one?" Sirius chimed in, his gray eyes dancing with mischief. As the blush painted Peter's cheeks, Sirius erupted in laughter, raising his hands in mock celebration.

"It is!" Sirius declared triumphantly, elbowing Remus and pointing in the direction of the (H/C) girl. He turned to Remus with an eager grin. "Who is it, Remus? You're like our walking encyclopaedia."

Remus paused, humming in thought for a moment. "Y/N, she’s in our Potions class," he replied, his gaze shifting to Peter along with an arched eyebrow. "And Peter sits right next to her," he added with a playful edge, knowing well where this was leading.

James laughed heartily as Sirius erupted in cheers, earning a few odd glances from those around them. "Finally! Peter's getting a lady, lads," he proclaimed, mixing teasing with a mock serious tone.

However, the enthusiasm was short-lived as Remus interjected. "I don’t think she likes us," he admitted, dampening their spirits.

The realization weighed heavily, but it was no news to Peter, who had already experienced the brunt of Y/N's indifference firsthand, feeling her pointed glances and cool reception whenever he tried to initiate a conversation.

"Why do you say that?" Sirius inquired, reclining on the couch with his legs spread out and his arms casually draped behind him.

"Do you remember that prank we pulled in our third year? The one involving that paint which turned people neon and made them glow like that for a month?" Remus posed the question, tilting his head in recollection.

Sirius nodded, his expression pensive as he pieced the memory together. James mirrored the same contemplative look.

"What about it?" Sirius pressed, a quizzical eyebrow raised. Remus delivered his response with an exasperated eye-roll. "Y/N was the unfortunate victim. We ruined all her homework, papers, her clothes—everything she was wearing," he recounted, listing the extensive damage they had caused.

As Remus spoke, Peter felt a heavy pang of guilt settle within him, his shoulders slumping in response.

James winced, his lips forming a tight line as he glanced at Peter, sympathy evident in his eyes.

Sirius, on the other hand, hissed through his teeth, his gaze now on Peter. "You certainly picked a challenging one there, Pete," he jested, patting Peter's shoulder with a chuckle.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

PETER FELT A sickening sensation gnaw at his stomach, his nerves twisting into tight knots. He sat in the Potions class, a restless heat simmering beneath his cauldron, which signaled one thing—today's practical potion session.

Beside him sat Y/N, her expression a picture of boredom as she idly gazed at the flickering flames beneath her cauldron. The professor's words cut through the still air, announcing the day's task: a potion-brewing assignment.

Y/N's attention shifted to her satchel, her brows furrowing as she rifled through its contents. She paused, her searching becoming more frantic as she realized her textbook was nowhere to be found. An inward curse accompanied her reluctance to turn to Peter for help.

With a reluctant sigh, she finally spoke, her tone tinged with ennui. "I don’t have my book." Externally nonchalant, inside she was churning with worry.

What if Peter had shared her eccentricities with the other Marauders, leading to some sort of bizarre hex? She had heard a rumor from a seventh-year Hufflepuff that they were involved in an eerie cult-like activity within the Shrieking Shack.

On the other hand, Peter was grappling with a jumble of thoughts, his mind a swirling vortex of nervousness. Staring at her, his book hung limply in his hand, his words stumbled and tripped in his mind, leaving him tongue-tied.

"We can, uh... share?" he eventually stammered, inwardly cringing at the crack in his voice. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, and he felt himself shrink under her scrutiny, his cheeks turning a shade warmer than he'd have liked.

After a brief pause, Y/N nodded in agreement, shifting closer to him. This simple movement sent tremors through Peter's nerves, his palms clammy and his heartbeat resonating in his ears.

He tried to steady his trembling hand as he opened the textbook, attempting to act natural while his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions.

The professor's voice cut through the air, announcing the next part of the class. "And with your table partners, you will be composing a six-inch essay on the effects of this potion, its consistency, and the brewing process—covering the standard topics."

Peter's heart felt like it had taken a sudden leap, only to plummet back into his chest. Spending extended time with Y/N was both thrilling and terrifying for him.

Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't help but internally groan at the prospect. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck working closely with a Marauder, especially since their presence seemed to come in a package deal.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Y/N SAT IN the cozy corner of the Gryffindor common room, Peter beside her on the red couch. Books, quills, and scattered sheets of paper were strewn across the table,

Despite the material at their fingertips, Y/N felt the weight of awkwardness settle in the air. Her posture was rigid, and words seemed to evade her.

Despite the material at their fingertips, Y/N felt the weight of awkwardness settle in the air. Her posture was rigid, and words seemed to evade her. She was acutely aware of the eyes of James and Sirius on them, making her heart race uncomfortably.

Across from them, Remus occasionally looked up from his book, his gentle smile a mixture of understanding and encouragement.

"So, is this one of the effects, or is it for a different aspect?" Peter's voice broke the silence, a seemingly innocent question that held the true purpose of engaging in conversation with Y/N.

She glanced at her book, hiding a small smile. "It says 'effects' right here," she replied, her laughter softening the atmosphere and putting Peter at ease.

"Yeah, come on, Pete," Sirius chimed in, appearing behind the couch with a mischievous grin. He rested his arms on their shoulders, pushing them slightly together.

Y/N stiffened initially, suspicion clouding her expression. However, a deep breath later, she allowed herself to relax. Perhaps Sirius wasn't up to his usual pranks this time?

Peter also eased up, mirroring her movements. The unexpected push from Sirius brought them closer, their shoulders touching.

Sirius released them with a satisfied whistle, striding away as if his brief interference had been entirely innocent. James struggled to suppress his laughter behind his hand, amused by Sirius's antics.

Neither Y/N nor Peter moved.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

FOUR MONTHS, six days, and two hours had elapsed since that fateful day—an interval that hadn't gone unnoticed by Sirius, who was meticulously keeping track.

"Peter, it's high time you made a move," Sirius declared, his expression firm as he stared down at the groggy trio seated on the floor, all clutching their pillows.

Groans of protest filled the room, Remus's voice particularly raspy from sleep. His hair was in disarray, and his eyes struggled to focus.

"Did you have to wake us for this?" Remus complained, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn.

"Yes, because for the past two months, you two have been inseparable. Peter can probably recite her favorite shampoo brand by now. Don't you think it's about time?" Sirius's voice held an air of exasperation, his tongue clicking in annoyance.

James let out a long-suffering sigh, closing his eyes and burying his face into his pillow. "Do we have to go through this? Peter's practically sleepwalking at this point!" he protested, gesturing toward the disheveled figure that appeared half-asleep, barely registering the conversation.

"James, remember last year with Lily? You had us going through this every single night!" Sirius retorted, his hair a wild mess as he shook his head.

"I've even got bets riding on this, James. Marlene bet against me, claiming they won't get together this month. And I've staked my hair on it! My hair!" Sirius's voice reached an incredulous pitch as he emphasized the gravity of the situation.

Peter stirred from his half-asleep state, mouth hanging slightly open with a small trail of drool. "Huh? What's happening...?" he mumbled, his speech slurred and drowsy.

Sirius grinned, his grey eyes shining as he shook the boy back and forth by the shoulders. “We’re gonna get you a girlfriend, Pete.”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

THEY RELENTLESSLY attempted various schemes to portray Peter as a hero, a selfless gentleman, a smooth talker—anything to capture the attention of the girl he secretly pined for, the girl whose minutest details he knew by heart.

One strategy involved James hurling a bludger in her direction, supposedly for Peter to heroically intercept before it reached her. The outcome? A bloodied nose, an irritated Y/N, a sheepish James, a rolled-eyed Remus, and a barely-contained laughter from Sirius.

Then there was the attempt to make Peter appear exceptionally intelligent. They covertly provided him with answers to questions the professor posed, but alas, he ended up delivering the wrong responses half the time.

They even tried to coach Peter in the art of flirting, an endeavor that concluded with him crashing headlong into a wall while trying to charm Y/N on their way to class, leaving him with a concussion and Y/N understandably perplexed.

As the week neared its end, the boys found themselves somewhat disheartened. Despite their efforts, Peter seemed to have made little progress—assuming they had missed any subtle signs—and their attempts at pet-sitting for Y/N's cat had resulted in scratches all over them.

The cat was clearly not fond of their company.

Peter's mood was gloomy as he sat alone in the library, his posture guarded and defeated. His gaze was fixed hazily on a romance book titled 'A Guide to Love for Dummies,' which he had already read three times over.

When someone sat down nearby, he quickly tossed the book aside, looking up with a mixture of surprise and trepidation, only to meet Y/N's (E/C) eyes.

Startled, he took a shaky breath, his cheeks taking on a reddish hue. A similar change in color adorned her (S/C) skin, puzzling him even further. He cleared his throat, attempting to appear nonchalant as he rested his head on his hand, his other hand resting on his waist—an intended display of casualness that didn't quite go as planned.

His arm slipped, causing his head to thump against the table. Panicking slightly, he shot up straight, clearing his throat again.

"Y/N!" he attempted to deepen his voice, but it cracked embarrassingly.

"Peter." Her smile was warm, her gaze flickering between his flushed cheeks and his sparkling eyes.

"What were you reading?" Her inquiry was accompanied by a glance toward the book he had discarded. Unbeknownst to Peter, she was quite aware of his reading material—she had been discreetly observing him too.

“A- uh..Sports book! Yeah muggle sports book.” He said hurriedly, eyes widening when her hand made its way to rest in his.

“So uh- Peter I’ve been thinking about your little stunts with your friends.” She spoke, her soft voice turning serious.

She had alsways thought the Marauders were stuck up bullies, and that may be true to some extent she had gotten to know them over the time..getting to talk to Remus about things like books, life, walks. Being able to Talk to James, or debate with him about random things, not every getting really mad at eachother. Being able to Talk to Sirius about more Serious things- pun intended- the stars, gossip.

And being able to gaze at Peter when he was doing random things, and feeling a warm feeling in her heart, something that made her head spin , tummy twist and turn and a hard to get rid of smile bloom on her face.

Peter watched her, eyes wide and brows furrowed- lip darting out to wet his dry lips.

“I uh..” she trailed off, taking a deep breath.

Peter thought of all the words Sirius had said to him, what James had said, and pushed them to the side- there advice sucked. But he could rely on Remus’s advice.

And following Remus he did. His mouth moved before his brain, words spilling out. “I like you! Really like you..i like everything about you, i like how your serious face looks, i like your smile and how your eyes look when you do..” Peter continues to ramble about her, all while Y/N listens with parted lips, heart beating in her ears.

And in the end, lips jumbled together, expressed feelings and thumping hearts.

Peter was no longer a figure in the background, he was in the main light to the most important person of his life, he was no longer the full character, he had bloomed.

And instead of a dull flashing star in the night sky, he was one of the brightest, shining amongst the ones he was once in the background for. He was no longer the ‘The fourth Marauder’ he was ‘Peter Pettigrew’

[choccyhearts]

Love Rollercoaster - Ohio Players - Steve Harrington x Reader (18+!!)

Note: i thought this idea would be fun because i am cravinggg to go on a rollercoaster lmao,,,, also, side note, anyone else always think of that final destination scene when they here this song? iykyk..

CW: 18+!! Fem/afab!reader, p in v, light bondage, dirty talk, talk of rollercoasters (obvs)

Summary: "After Steve shows you all of his favorite rides, you show him yours..."

"Your love is like a rollercoaster baby"

♡♡♡

The sun's scorching temperature is nothing compared to the flames erupting in your tummy. Today, your boyfriend Steve decided to take you to an amusement park. A cliché summer activity but always fun.

Steve is a huuge fan of thrill rides and he's always wanted to take you along with him for the ride. All day he dragged you around the park, line after line, loop after loop, scream after scream. He held your hand during each ride, squeezing it tightly as your bodies were tossed around and flipped.

"God, wasn't that one so fun! It was a rush!", he'd say after each ride. You'd nod along, agreeing but slightly distracted. As the day went on, Steve's cherished hair was a mess. Strands were sticking out wildly and looked how it did after you two...

"Let's do that one next!", he'd point and grab your wrist firmly, running off to his destination.

When you two took a break and snacked on a soft pretzel he unabashedly squirted water from his water bottle on his face and neck. It mixed with his sweat and dripped down his front which was exposed to you from him lifting up the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face.

"Phew, it's so hot. I knew it would be but geez, I thought there'd at least be a breeze or some clouds."

The heat didn't stop as he went on to win you a stuffed bear at a strength testing game. Your tongue nearly fell out of your mouth as you watched him pick up the large mallet, muscles flexing and glistening, before swinging it down with all his might. His ass flexed as he stood back to see his result before he wrapped you up in his arms in victory.

The ride home felt like forever as you impatiently waited to pounce on him. You know it isn't his fault God sculpted him so perfectly, but fuck was he always a tease.

Once home, he went straight to the shower, offering you to join. Some thirty sudsy-filled minutes later, you told him to wait in the bedroom. It took all your strength to keep things PG in the shower because the fun you had in store required the bed.

Wearing nothing but a satin robe and it's matching lingerie, you walk in to find Steve on his back waiting excitedly. A low groan leaves his mouth as he takes in the sight of you. You slowly walk over to him and crawl over to him on the large bed you share.

Steve slides his hands over the fabric covering you and firmly holds your waist. You kiss him hungrily, whining at the feeling. God, this boy is addicting.

After a moment, you instruct him to remove his shirt. He does so quickly and desperately. You take ahold of his wrists and hold them against the headboard.

"Before we get started, I'm gonna have to strap you in, baby", you say softly. "Keep your arms in place."

Steve nods and watches as you untie your robe. You shrug it off your shoulders and slide the belt through the belt loops until it's free. Gently grabbing his wrists, you tie them against the headboard, making sure it's secure. Steve moves his wrists against the fabric, adoring how the satin feels.

"What was your favorite ride today?", you ask innocently as you run your hand along his hardening length.

"U-uh, hmm", he closes his eyes trying to think. You pull down his boxers just enough to free his cock. "I...I don't know..."

"Yeah, you do. Come on, tell me big boy", you tease.

"Mmmm, maybe...", you squeeze his cock and move your hand up and down. "Like that baby, please. Maybe the Twister...I, ah, I liked the loops."

"That one was fun." You spit on his cock and continue pumping him.

"Oh fuck. Or maybe the Skyrocket...that one is really high."

"Wanna know my favorite ride?"

He nods and watches as you take your hand away. You pull off your panties and throw them out of sight before leaning towards his ear.

"You."

He whimpers and fidgets his legs in anticipation. You straddle him and hold his cock against your slit, rubbing against it.

"Gotta start slow, honey. Can't rush into the climax or someone will get hurt."

You rub his tip along your opening as it leaks precum. Agonizingly slow, you slide down on to him.

"Ready, honey?"

"Yes, fuck yes!"

The stretch his cock makes stings a bit but you're used to it at this point. Once fully seated, you grind against him, his pubic hair tickling your clit.

You lift yourself up just as slow as earlier before sinking back down. You do this a couple more times before speeding up.

Steve huffs as he lavishes in the tightness and warmth of your pussy. He watches you move adoringly and shifts so he can thrust up into you.

"Mm, Steve, your cock is so fucking good." Your hands run through your hair as your orgasm approaches. You continue bouncing, your ass slapping against his legs.

"Fuck this pretty pussy gets my heart rate so high up. More than any of those coasters ever could."

You fuck him, going as fast as you can until your orgasm sweeps over you, resulting in your hands clutching on to Steve's chest, body gyrating.

Steve keeps going, cock gliding faster due to your release. You groan and whimper from your sensitivity but refuse to tell him to stop, loving how his cock makes you feel.

"Take your bra off, baby. Wanna see your tits", Steve grumbles.

You hum and still your movements as you squeeze your tits.

"Yeah? Then I'm gonna need you to hold on to them for me for the rest of the ride."

"Please, I will."

He watches as you untie him. Once free, he grabs your tits firmly, squishing them so tight you can feel bruises forming. But you don't care, you know they'll look sexy in the morning.

You start up your bounding again and Steve helps you, his hips following your lead. He sits up and kisses you harshly, pulling your chest against his securely as he holds your body and moves you up and down his cock.

"Hold on baby, I got you. I could fuck you while holding you with just my right arm."

"Yeah?"

He manhandles you as he stands up from the bed. You cling to his back as he does just as he says; one arm squeezing your midsection as the other brushes your hair out of your face.

"That game from earlier wasn't just for show, baby. I can do a lot with my strength. "

You nod against him, brain foggy. You feel like a fuck toy of some kind from the way he easily slides you along his length. That's basically what you are at this point; Steve's little fuck toy.

"Like that, baby?"

"Steve, I'm gonna cum again!", you whine into his neck.

He lays back on the bed and keeps your body against his. His legs are propped up as he clutches your ass.

"Me too. Come on baby, come on. Ride that climax with me."

Your orgasm starts first, leaving you gasping and grunting directly into his ear. His folllows as he groans and sighs, body shaking.

"So, that was your favorite ride?", Steve pants.

"Oh, absolutely", you giggle.