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cottoncandy-cult · 1 year ago

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Big Dog Bonus

Beelzebub x Chubby! Reader

Beel is my favorite brother, I like Mammon too, but Beel is number 1 best boy. I will throw myself in front of Lucifer's wrath every time.

Also trigger warning for active boiling, some mean comments about her weight before the boys step in

(Y/n) entered the house of lamentation after work, she had a part time job as a receptionist at a tattoo parlor. It gave her the money she needed to survive, as a demon she had only herself to pay her way. As she was on her way to her room, she was stopped by 2 girls and a boy. These 3 had been picking on (Y/n) because despite being a demon, she was a bit chubby, some thought she was cute but these 3 took every chance to attack her self-esteem. It was because of them that the girl was so quiet, having to deal with them for years she had become very shy and almost reclusive. Only this night would be different, just a few feet up the hall stood Beelzebub with his brothers Mammon and Lucifer.

"Hey there piglet, how's work at the slop shop?" One girl, Vivica, put her hands on her hips. This drew the attention of Mammon; he had worked with (Y/n) in class and she had been pretty nice to him, so he was curious as to what was going on. "I'm surprised they let you work where customers can see you, someone like you is just bad for business." This snarky voice was the other girl, Claudia, her high voice drawing Lucifer and Beelzebub's attention. (Y/n)'s (E/c) orbs stared at the ground, quietly taking what they had to throw at her. "You know if you're not gonna quit eating you could make friends with a porcelain bowl, at least then you'd have a shot at not being alone." This was Leo, his words making (Y/n) flinch. Mammon had enough. "Hey bastard! You wanna say that again!?” Lucifer had gone to stop Mammon from charging over and starting a fight, but both stopped when Beelzebub began to slowly walk over. His hands were in his pockets as he wore an irritated look, this made Leo back up and (Y/n) look up. "You know, being stupid isn't a very attractive quality. I'd hate to have to make you as ugly on the outside as you are inside, but..." He glared at the three, the trio standing on the other side of the shy girl with her between them and Beel.

The beautiful Titan stood in front of her, but his eyes were on them. He had always admired (Y/n) from afar, they were in a few classes together, and she was just so cute to him. She was really quiet, but he knew she was sweet, he liked how she was now. He didn't like littler girl because he was a big guy, he had to really hold back and be careful with them as far as affection and the like. "If I hear another foul word spit at then you're gonna be spitting your teeth after and I'll make sure everyone will be able to see what you really look like." It was silent before she heard retreating footsteps, the trio fleeing, that was when Lucifer approached. "I'll have a word with Lord Diavolo, those 3 will be reprimanded." (Y/n) looked to him and nodded, blushing softly before looking away. "Ok... Thank you guys for... That." The (H/c) haired girl looked up when feeling warm and gentle hands resting on her shoulders, her eyes locking with Beel's. "Has this been happening a lot?" Mammon stayed quiet; he had taken up for her a few times when he heard people talking about her behind her back, but he didn't want to admit to that.

"Sometimes... Those 3 in particular are the worst but there isn't a day someone doesn't comment on it..." Her voice had grown soft, arms curling around her waist as she felt insecure just talking about it. "I can fix that; I'll just walk with you everywhere." The warm smile that stretched across his face made (Y/n)'s cheeks erupt in a dark red, the other two brother's chuckling. "I'll make sure no one says anything, but you have to do something for me." This drew the 3's attention, (Y/n)'s head tilted as she looked up at him. "What is it Beel?" She was expecting to hear him say she had to cook for him, she was surprised when he grabbed her hand. "You gotta be my girlfriend." At that the girl had almost passed out, never in a thousand years did she expect one of the hottest demons in all of devildom to make such a request. Mammon choking in surprise, Lucifer simply kept a calm smirk. "O-of course Beel."

With that he interlaced their fingers, smiling down at her. "Good now let's go order some pizza and cuddle." Like that he led the girl to his room, leaving the two brothers' behind. One of which was already posting about the new relationship on devilgram, including a pic of the two walking down the hall hand in hand.

#beelzebub #obey me #obey me beel x reader #chubby reader #fem reader #fluff #obey me fluff #candy cult vault

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writteninlunarlight-years · 6 months ago

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Hello! I hope you are well? May I ask for a BG3 and Hogwarts legacy matchup, please? 😊

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: I’ve always been drawn to men, but I do find myself attracted to women sometimes, so I guess i could be Bi-curious?

Appearance: I’m 1,59 cm tall (short?), chubby, blonde and quite pale with grey-blueish eyes. My hair is shoulder lenght and I wear glasses! I dress mostly comfortable, but I do enjoy wearing dresses and skirts. I only wear make up, when I feel like it (which means mascara, because I can’t do makeup…haha).

MBTI &/or Engram: INxJ, Type 6

Personality: I’m introverted and a little shy. I’m anxious, but have been told that I’m calm personified. I feel awkward a lot of the time. I try my hardest to be polite and kind. I do get annoyed easily, but try not to show it. I’m not easy to get close to. I observe, before I act. I enjoy joking around with my friends, which contains playfully teasing and flirting. My sense if humor can be dry and sometimes dark, but also silly. It’s all over the place.

Likes (at least like three things): I love cats, having time for myself, playing video games (who would have thought?), Horror Movies (Morbid things in general isnterest me) reading, scented candles, soft blankets

Dislikes (at least three things): Forced social interactions, people, not being able to sleep, being late and unorganized, spiders

Extra fun fact: Despite me disliking people, I work in the medical fiend. I quite enjoy my work.

BG3 EXTRA-

Race: Human

Class: Monk

D&D alignment: Lawful neutral

Please excuse any mistakes, English is not my first language! Thank you in advance, and I hope you have a nice day!❤️

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

BG3

Shadowheart

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Shadowheart respects privacy, especially yours. She is already a very private person, so it's okay if you don't open up to her right away.

Once you two open up to one another, it's all over. You two are only ever flirting and chatting.

Shadowheart is queen at getting you to blush with her slightly raunchy jabs.

She gives off candle-girl vibes because of the occult stuff she's involved in and because she loves the smells.

She loves to spend time with you privately, away from others; she feels like too many prying eyes ruin the moment.

She will learn how to help you sleep better so you never tire.

She will teach you some cool healing spells so you can always care for yourself and others.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You were sitting in Shadowheart's tent, eyes closed, listening to her prayer. Though her Goddess seemed a bit extreme, you felt it was respectful to be calm and quiet during her prayers. As Shadowheart finished her routine, you opened your eyes to observe her gentle features. She was always the most graceful in these moments. Usually, she was a vicious warrior on the field, but in the privacy of her tent, she looked like an angel. Once done, Shadowheart blew out her offering candle and turned to look at you, "Alright, my love, everything is done. Should we head down to the spring nearby and freshen up? Or would you prefer to read for a while?"

You heavily considered both options before choosing the latter; there was still too much warm sun out for you to get cleaned up right this second. As you two chose your material and headed to a small opening nearby camp, you tripped, grabbing Shadowhearts hand to brace yourself. She usually didn't like PDA out in front of your companions as this could symbolize weakness, but she immediately dropped everything to help you. Standing there in shock as she assessed you, you noticed everyone in camp watching. A red blush covered your face. It's not like your relationship was a secret, but you two rarely showed worry or concern in front of others.

After Shadowheart had given the all-clear, you two finished your walk to the clearing. Sighing now that the feeling of all eyes on you had faded, you turned to your partner, "Thank you, but why were you okay with doing all of that?" Shadowheart laughed gently before speaking, "Everyone knows that we are together, plus that elf has been getting some ideas recently from what I have heard, and I needed to stake my claim." You stared at her in shock before laughing gently and kissing her cheek. You two spent the rest of the afternoon reading before cleaning off and heading to bed.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You two sat around a book Shadowheart used as a kid to learn healing magic. She was trying hard to teach you the basics of healing to help you understand the more advanced spells)

Y/N: So, do I do this? (You move your hands in a pattern)

Shadowheart: It's more like this (She replicates the pattern perfectly)

Y/N: All it looks like is you moving them in a fast circle. Why can't I just keep potions on me?

Shadowheart: Because knowing to heal in battle is far superior to those disgusting potions now once more.

Y/N: I already know how to do essential healing, though; why can't we move on to the more advanced stuff. ( You flipped the pages and imitated the hand placements. A bright spark erupted from your hand and smacked Gale in the forehead)

Shadowheart: (laughing) That's why, but good job conjuring a minor firebolt.

HOGWARTS LEGACY

Ominis Gaunt

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Ominis doesn't easily trust people, so he was put off by you at first.

Once he opens up, you two act like a married couple.

The flirtations are enough to make Sebastion blush.

Ominis likes using your arm to guide him more than his wand.

He also likes to trick you into getting close to him so he can tell you something, only to whisper something naughty in your ear.

He is afraid to ask you to let him touch your face, not because he doesn't want to but because he knows how intense that can feel.

He gives you his jumpers when it is cold outside.

He really enjoys it when you help him bully Sebastion.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

It had been a long day studying; with all the running around and filling out your field guide, you were practically pooped for the time being. In the undercroft, lying on a couch, you heard the door open above. It was probably Sebastion since it was just after his Transfiguration class that you kept your eyes closed and rested. The silence in the room was eery and not typical for the boisterous man. Glassy eyes hover above you as you open an eye to peek up. You giggled and reached out to pat Ominis's head. Pulling back in fright, Ominis quickly caught up with himself.

"My love, you scared me. I thought you were sleeping," You laughed gently, putting his hair back in place. "I was resting. I am exhausted from all the running around today, but I was far from sleep. I still have some things I need to get done." Ominis smiled impishly. You already knew what was coming, "Am I on that list of things you need to do?" You smirked, moving closer to him, ready to complete this battle. "I don't know, Ominis. Can you handle all of this?" gently, you caressed his arm, watching him shudder. Ominis smiled in return and carrressed your face, "I think I can do more than handle my love." As you two moved in to kiss, you heard an obnoxious gaging sound.

"God, could you two get a room that's disgusting." You laughed as Ominis turned to face his best friend. " Sebastion, I am afraid you are the blind one then, friend; as you can see, we were, in fact, in a room alone till you showed up." Laughing harder, looking at Sebastions face, you stood up, helping Ominis as well. "You know Sebastion, if you could just land a girlfriend, you wouldn't be so bothered." Ominis laughed into his sleeve before pulling you into a side hug and kissing your cheek. "She is just bloody brilliant."

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You had spent all day with Sebastion setting up the perfect surprise for Ominis. Since his birthday fell just before the break, you would celebrate it as a group this year.)

Y/N: You know Sebastion, if you didn't stomp like an oger, he wouldn't know where we were.

Sebastion: Oh, please. For a blind man, Ominis knows everything all the time, and I am surprised we have gotten this far without him catching on.

(You two enter the Underdark 15 minutes before you asked Ominis to meet)

Y/N: Still, you are loud; everything you do is what will give us away.

Sebastion: Sure, I will. Definitely not you, with your horrible lying skills.

(As you two turn on the light, you both yell in unison, dropping the gifts in your hands)

Ominis: (Wearing a party hat) Why hello, you two, I have been waiting.

#bg3 #baulders gate 3 #bg3 x reader #x reader #match up #harry potter #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #shadowheart #shadowheart x reader #shadowheart bg3 #head canon #headcanon

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migratingmarcus · 10 months ago

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Dad said,"i didn't know who you are, actually"

The oldest memory I have regarding dad is his commentary about me when I was young. Back then, I was around 6 to 7 years old. Me and my family was on a family trip. We were at the terrace, outside the restaurant, and me, mom and dad were chatting. Then suddenly dad look at me, said, "Before this trip, I didn't actually knew who you are. I didn't know what kind of person you are. I didn't know you can talk like this, and you are fun like this."

That was a bit surprising for me, because I didn't know he had those thoughts. My dad is really a practical man and he always says something shortly but neatly. For me, he was the one who could reach the core point directly, while I was wandering around the jungle of meaning and long, complex sentences in my head. He always said what I wanted to say in a really simple way, while I was mumbling, being crushed under the tons of thoughts and eventually giving up bringing up the idea. When I stand in front of him, I feel relieved (because dad was a strong man who can and always tries to protect me) but also I felt like I became the dumb, the trash, the one who's daydreaming and failed to become as practical as him, and failed to live life in an effective way. He had never scolded me; my parents were always supportive of me. However, I always felt some awkwardness. So even when I was young, I thought of myself as someone that there's no need for people around me to understand. Because if someone has a problem understanding me, then the problem would be on my side, not them. 'They don't have to waste time figuring out who I am', I thought.

When he said that he FINALLY started to grab who I am, I was bit confused. Because that fun, talkative little girl was not me. It was just one state of me. I was not telling funny stories to them for my parents; I was doing that for myself. Because that was the first time that I myself felt I am connected to them. They were laughing, and that was the reaction I could expect rationally. I put some input value(joke) and then the outcome(parents laughing) came out.

That summer, there was a book about silly jokes and wordplays and nonsenses in the classroom. I read that book over and over again for no reason, memorized the whole book, and told the story and jokes to my parents. I was a shy girl, but when I told them jokes, I became really excited. Energy, to the too-much level.

That was the problem. I always had the problem figuring out to which level I should be excited, and to which level I should feel depressed. There was no "balance-point". I was always extreme. And I knew that after this trip, after leaving this unfamiliar country, I would go back to that shy, quiet, uneasy girl to understand.

How can a 6-year-old kid deal with the feeling that even one of the people closest to her, her parents, didn't understand her? When Dad said, "I never understood you," it wasn't a violent or scolding tone; it was a simple, honest confession. He wasn't angry, in fact, he seemed quite happy. With my sudden outburst of words to them, and the fact that I was laughing a lot and being very active, it seemed like he had finally put me in the category of normal, noisy kids that he could understand. He had a hard time understanding what I was like, what type of person I was. He was a sensory person, and I was an overly profound person, and even that didn't manifest itself in a childhood of little activity. Consequently, in my parents' eyes, I was a child who was 'too much, too still, even lethargic'. To them, I seemed indifferent to almost everything, lazy, and lacking in greed or desire. I was a somewhat empty child; some part of me was missing. My dad may have been trying to understand me when I was little, but consistently failing. I feel bad for him. My parents were too young back then. They were only 30s.

When it comes to my mom, I had ambivalent feelings about how she "thought" she understood me. In fact she was the one who didn't understand me the most. I wasn't angry or frustrated; I was just exhausted and tired when I was with my mom. She thought I was just like her because I was worried a lot like her. But unlike mom, I wasn't warm hearted person, and in some ways, I was overly indifferent. I felt guilty about that, but I wasn't attached to her to the point of letting that guilt drive my behavior, so I never forced myself to do anything I didn't want to do. I succeeded in not creating a weird coexistence between the daughter and the mother that often happens. I managed to keep her separate, but in other words, I was being selfish and a bitch. The worst part was, I didn't give a damn about it. Even if I knew it's not right. It's not right thing to think and do to my mom. She's an angel, who has a sweet heart.

Dad was the opposite. In some ways, he was the one who understood me most, because he didn't think too much and got to the point very easily, because he saw me "as I am." But that's exactly the same reason that, he couldn't offer me explanations. The advice he gave me when I was young("You have to be able to open up to your friends," or "If the water is too clear, there are no fish in it. You can't navigate the world with such strict ethical standards") or the comfort and support he offered me when I least expected it("Be yourself.") was always a huge transition and a huge shock to me. He did it instinctively, but at the same time, he couldn't see that I might be a person who needed more than just a little more flexibility and a little more grounding, because I, too, am only now beginning to see that.

The whole journey started last year when I came across a text about neuro-diversity by accident.

#autism #neurodivergent #aspergirl

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randomreadingtimewithtsuki · 2 years ago

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For the valentines matchup event thing!!

I’d love to get one from Bleach.

I’m a girl, short and small (people call me tiny a lot hahah) with blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m generally always smiling but I’m very awkward around people I never quite know how to interact with them. I love to learn things and make things - especially working on Cosplays. I’m a really creative person and just sit by my machine singing and watching shows while sewing. I’m a bit more quiet and reserved when I don’t know people, but once I’m close to someone I open up a lot. People tend to see me as “the smart one” and a happy yet shy/awkward person I guess??? I do have anxiety and depression and most of the things people see aren’t always the way they seem but yeah. Describing myself is always hard lmao. And as for the character — male or female doesn’t matter at all. The characters in bleach are amazingly written and despite me being a lesbian irl I am down BAD for both men and women in bleach lol

Ty for your time <3 hopefully this will make valentines hurt less this year and get my mind off things

Don't worry sweety! You did well! I hope i could help you a bit with this piece....

I match you up with…..

Harribel!

• Ok, I will explain this. I am not gonna lie, it was a close tie.

• But I see her as a good match for you because:

• She is a calm person and I personally think it is a blessing to have someone so calm when anxiety comes rolling down!

• She also would enjoy listening to you singing while you do your stuff.

• It's like the perfect combo! Watching you happily sewing and singing is so soothing for her. Is a moment of peace, a moment of just you two you know? That moment you just enjoy the company.

• She loves to see what you make.

• She is down on being your mannequin or model.

• If you are concentrating on a specific part of the cosplay, she would not bother you.

• But she would bring you some water and snacks.

• May ask you to stop if you stay without eating for too long.

• She would be a little… shy? To dance with you, but she loves to watch you. She thinks you are very gracious and beautiful!

• She may cosplay with you if you ask her. Doesn't mind at all.

• If you ever feel overwhelmed by someone or a situation she would help you on the spot - Hiding you behind her.

• She actually likes when you hide behind her.

• But! She won't face all situations for you! She loves you and all, but she also wants you to be more independent of her. So if you say something a little odd or your awkward side shows up, she won't intervene.

• If the other person mocks you because of it? They are done. Nobody is messing with you.

• That doesn't mean she will force you to interact with people! No, she wants you comfortable and happy.

• Believe it or not, I do think that gives a boost of confidence to be yourself.

• Having someone that loves you for you? And you can say and do whatever because you feel comfortable and safe!

Now for the little scenario:

Tsuki's note: For this, I had folk song run through my head while writting. it's called Se está rua fosse minha, a Brazilian song. If you have any similar folk song or cultural/ classic song let me know! I would love to know! Anyway! On to it!

Imagine: Spending a peaceful afternoon with Harribell.

• You were just there, finishing a few touches of your new piece. You had to do those last details by hand - it was a very delicate detail!

• As you sew, you sing. A nostalgic song, you knew the lyrics from the heart.

• You were seated on a couch like furniture, near a window to get as much clarity as possible. Of course being Hueco Mundo it was dark and the lamp helped a lot.

• Harribel heard you singing and she made her way to you.

• She stopped at the door of the room you were sitting at. She leaned on the doorframe.

• You didn't seem to notice her standing there, so she carefully walked to you.

• When she got close she kneeled in front of you and gently placed a hand on your knee.

• That took your attention off your work for a bit - her expression looked blank, but she was actually smiling.

• She said how beautiful your work was looking.

• You smiled and said you couldn't wait to show her the finished deal.

• She got up from her position and sat beside you.

• You resumed your singing and work.

• Harribel silently listened to you.

• But as soon as you seemed to be done, tied the final knot, she layed on your lap.

• Her head softly rested on your legs and a sigh soon left her lips.

• You couldn't help but run your fingers on her beautiful blond hair.

• Another sigh.

• You hummed the song again and Harribel closed her eyes.

• Soon enough she had fallen asleep. A rare sight! She rarely gets so relaxed and allows herself to be so vulnerable.

• A rare lovely sight, that only you could see.

•

I Hope you have enjoyed what I had to offer! Thank you for participating!

Let me know what I think!

#valentine's day event 2023 #bleach #bleach x reader #harribel x reader #tier harribel #tier harribel x reader

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1ambibambi · 19 days ago

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For MY Tribe

A Thoughtful Letter of Introspection

To be honest, it has taken many years to grow out of certain habits surrounding my social life. I went from being this hyper-optimistic little girl who could make a friend wherever she went, to feeling a strong need to safeguard my interactions with everyone around me. Growing up as an only child with a helicopter mom didn't necessarily make things better, but it also kept me protected from harm in situations (as a child) that I felt I may be missing out on something.

As an adult, I now understand I never missed out on anything that was for me. I know now that isolation isn't necessarily protection, discernment is. Having a big heart doesn't automatically equate to receiving that same energy in return; discernment and having healthy boundaries in place are the main ingredients for long-term fulfilling interactions. I used to say my close friends gatekeep my energy because they're the only ones who truly saw me, but wouldn't champion all of my good energy, gifts, and talents in a room full of people. In reality, that's not their responsibility - it's mine. Shrinking myself never worked as a child and it's definitely not the answer as the ever evolving woman I am today.

I would be negligent to omit experiences in childhood that truly shaped me as an adult, that I am now realizing was confirmation all along. People were always able to "pick me out in a line up". I never followed the crowd but would always stand out, whether I liked it or not. Most of the time their reasons for singling me out would be physical and/or for being smart, being different from others. My social anxiety used to tell me, "Maybe if you tone yourself down or be quiet - no one will bother or judge you". That's never the answer. I was never "shy" as people tried to label me, simply observant and overly guarded.

After all that I've been through, I couldn't imagine my soul leaving this Earth in regret. Regret that I dimmed my light for people who could never walk in my shoes. It doesn't serve the greater good to withhold beauty within my heart, my love and gifts that God gave me. I am still here because of him, who I'm here to serve. Our children that was gifted to us, I am serving them by showing - not telling - them how to truly live and enjoy life as your best self. We are committed to building a community of like-minded individuals focused on thriving collectively. We were never meant to experience life solely on our own.

I've done a lot of things confidently on my own, from ballet to cheerleading to learning how to play the piano. There were also things like learning how to walk again as a preteen, dealing with losing a grandmother, and grieving the only man I've loved enough to bring children into this world with. Now I am moving into a collaborative energy, no longer jaded by those who simply couldn't hold my light or tried to dim it. They won't keep me from my tribe.

I wouldn't dare allow another human being on this Earth to place their opinions on anything I do FOR ME. Those who judge, aren't living in their truth or doing the things they want to do for those same reasons. What's the saying? Happy hoes ain't hating and hating hoes ain't happy? YEAH MHMM 😂❤️

Love ya'll!

#creative writing #1ambibambi #community #safe space #art

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thesamoanqueen · 2 years ago

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Daydream

Ratings: 14+

Warnings: A bit of smut; Fluff(maybe); Thight kink; errors after errors after errors after errors after errors (…).

A/N: requested by @niknakbucks92 I hope you like it dear, I wanted to try something different, but the smut is there because I can't do without it.

It was a new situation, something I was not used to. I felt overwhelmed, my body burning, my mind clouded. No one had ever had so much power over me. Well, no one had ever been him...

I moved my face away from his neck, loosening the grip I had held him a little, as his hands wandered around my ring gear, hungry, shamelessly exploring every curve of my body. He was so handsome, a man couldn't be that handsome, but he was. He had something magnetic, that extra something that many others lacked and that always shifted attention to him. His voice, his gaze, his presence, everything in him was enough to hide the rest of the world and as I watched him raise his eyes on me, a shiver went through my spine. I was the center of his attention and never in my life could I have hoped for so much.

His hands moved, sliding from my back to my ass to lift me up as if I had been weightless. He licked his lips, looking at me with an almost frightening smile and a flash of heat hit me, feeling his thigh pressed against my center. I closed my eyes, embarrassed by that contact so overbearing, by the jolting movement of his leg that urged me to move. I was soaked, he knew it and it was too much for me. He was pushing me to the edge and I wasn't prepared, even though I couldn't have been even knowing it was going to happen.

- Aw, my little girl getting shy? - he whispered in my ear and when I felt his teeth on me, a moan similar to a scream escaped my mouth in desperation.

- You 'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty girl you’re ... - he chuckled smugly, giving me a spanking and I went back to hiding my face on his shoulder.

My body hunched over his chest and that slight shift was enough to put pressure on my clit, making me moan against him. I shook my hands on his shirt, a jolt and another, while his fingers felt my ass, my heart pounding in my head and the scent of him surrounding me. I felt exhausted and with his mouth pressed back against me, I gave up, moving my hips on his leg for relief, my body shaking with pleasure. Roman let me do it, his hands partially helping my rocking, the thigh stiff under my center, now reduced to an unprecedented mess. I was about to fall apart, in the throes of a heat that I had never shown to anyone else, my voice, my moans, almost seemed to me those of another woman. My legs were shaking, my ring gear had to be thrown away by now, but all I could concentrate on was him and his lips coming dangerously close to me, two fingers under my chin to force me to look at him.

- Look at you, riding Daddy's tight ... does it feel good, hn? Do you want more? - he asked, pulling me with his free arm closer and pointing further down, where the bulge in his pants left little to the imagination.

I open my mouth, confused by everything and by myself, but what came out was not my voice at all and I really fell apart, looking around with an even more confused and frustrated look.

The siren that signaled the end of the daily meetings at the Performance Center had been a slap in the face and sitting on the stake at the corner of the ring, I watched in silence as my colleagues cackled around a precise point of the stands, where he and a couple of managers who had come straight from Stamford, had taken their seats. I didn't look at him, I knew he was there, the excited screams of my colleagues were enough and I continued like this for another half hour, waiting for everything to empty. There was an unnatural euphoria in there, it had already happened that someone from the main rosters passed by to greet old colleagues and recruits, a little bit everyone remained grounded, remembering when there was not much earning and the sacrifices seemed impossible, but he… he was another matter. He was Roman Reigns, the undisputed champion, the face of the company and he really had that aura that in my daydream had reduced me to a mess.

And I'm really a mess, I thought silently, repeating the umpteenth move from the third rope to keep myself busy and avoid paying attention. They were worse than the other and the more minutes passed on the board at the top of the stands, the more the arena emptied, the more nervous I became. I felt ridiculous, embarrassed by that childlike behavior, I couldn't even watch him go...

- You're trying hard, it must be a natural movement... - I heard someone notice and I would have recognized that voice everywhere.

I grabbed the ropes suddenly, clinging to the only handhold near me, as I finally turned to look at him. His forehead was slightly contracted, his hands firmly in his pockets, he was so damn good that a shiver made my toes curl and… he seemed to be waiting for me to say something.

- Im Nichole - I spat out and Roman looked at me for a second bewildered, before giving me one of his smiles.

He was doing it to be polite, affable, it wasn't what my body was imagining, but I bit my lips anyway, more to hold the wheezing breath that I risked letting go, destroying completely my credibility as a sane woman, plus than to take back the damage. I had already said it.

- Nichole - he repeated a little amused, nodding before looking at me again seriously - You stayed on that stake for too long, you were the only one waiting before jumping off.

Had he looked at me? Did Roman Reigns realize what I had done in the ring? It had to be a joke, it couldn't be true. I wasn't even that good honestly, but maybe that was the point.

- Thinking is okay, but not when you're in the ring. People notice it and you getting hurt.

- Yeah ... - here, in fact.

My mouth had suddenly become heavy as a boulder and the excitement that had turned me upside down all day, disappeared to give way to something more like shame. I shook my hand on the ropes, venting my frustration as best I could in order not to burst there, it was embarrassing enough without my adding anything else. What should I have told him anyway? The reasons I was wrestling? Why had I refused to get off the stake while my colleagues were wagging around?

- I didn't want to look bad - I said finally, just to fill the silence.

- With me? - he asked, and I stopped to look at him, my mouth open and my eyes wide.

Had he noticed it? Had he noticed that too?! God, no. No, no, no. It had to refer to the fact that he was the face of the company, a kind of mentor to be inspired by, sure, I was a woman and he was a man, I was babbling in my own head! I opened and closed my mouth, feeling my body go up in flames in front of his amused glance and I moved from one foot to the other. I also put on that ridiculous attire today, why didn't I want to wear the company shirt?! I was about to hyperventilate.

- All right baby, it's hot in Florida - he reassured me, disguising the fun to pass me a bottle of water, while one of the managers called him back from the entrance.

Baby?!

I watched him place the bottle on the ring, as if it were a common thing for him to behave like that with someone he barely knew and retreat with his eyes still on me that I felt instead on a minefield.

- Train and think at home, as much as you want. But not here, do you understand Nichole? - he asked in the tone of someone talking to a child and I would have given everything to be his baby girl.

I nodded obediently, in silence, while he already disappeared behind the curtains with the manager and I stood dazed for a while, before looking around anxiously, terrified to see my colleagues or who knows who else jump out, telling me that it had been all a joke. But there was no one and no one came forward, so I let go of the ropes I had clung to and picked up the bottle he had left there for me, clutching it to my chest.

- Im such a mess…

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buckys-little-belle · 3 years ago

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Cafe BigNSmall - Bucky Barnes (Chapter One)

The Blue Crayon

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Little!Reader

SFW - this fic is completely SFW and clean, please dont interact if you have dark intentions and please dont comment mean things. This fic is for those, like myself, that regresses to heal their younger self or because its a safe coping mechanism.

Summary - Reader breaks a crayon and turns to Bucky for help (1.2k)

Warnings - some tears, broken crayons, mainly just fluff

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Bucky spent his mornings in a cafe, in the same seat that was placed near a window, lots of light always graced his table and plants thrived in pots that sat on the windowsill next to him. The cafe wasn't just any cafe, it was a cafe for caregivers and littles, a place that was safe for both parties, giving an escape from the harsh world. Bucky used to come here before the war, he was surprised but grateful that the cafe was still around.

Maybe it was foolish but he always came to the cafe in the hopes that a little would walk through the doors and find a home in his arms. He was a natural caregiver and longed for a little. Though he hoped a little would find their way to him he never thought it was a possibility, that was until y/n came in one day.

She always wore overalls or leggings, her outfits always included her beloved green backpack that held a stuffed animal and many coloring books. She would walk in and order a water and a cake pop, always picking whichever flavor had sprinkles on it. Once she got her order she would sit at the table behind Bucky, their booth seats touched and he could always hear her humming from behind him.

He watched her for weeks, trying to gain the courage to talk to her, ask her her favorite colors, maybe get to know her, but he never did. Sometimes they were the only ones in the cafe, Bucky longed to see her as she coloured, maybe even help her. He didn't know how to approach her so he never did, he stuck to reading his book in his booth with his coffee and sandwich, waiting for the day he would finally go talk to her.

“Um, mr?” A small voice spoke from his right. Bucky looked up and saw her, she wore overalls and a green long sleeve, her hair in disarray.

Bucky sat stunned, he couldn’t believe that she was actually standing in front of him, she seemed even more beautiful up close. Though once he snapped out of his state of shock he noticed a few tears were running down her face. “Hi, what’s wrong?” he cooed.

“My crayon’s broken” she mumbled, her lower lip wobbling “the nice lady at the desk said you might have some crayons” her voice now barely above a whisper.

Bucky smiled, this was the exact reason he Carried crayons in his bag, along with other supplies one might need. “I do, what color do you need bub?”

The moment the nickname left his mouth a small grin graced her face, the tears now dry on her face, he could tell she felt more at ease than she did a minute ago. “Blue” she mumbled, her voice was quiet and Bucky could tell she was naturally shy.

Bucky pulled out his package of crayons, he had a 90 pack, he wanted to impress any little he may come by and he thought that this was an easy way to make a good first impression. The girl's eyes lit up as Bucky put the crayon box on his table, her hands began to fiddle with the pant legs on her overalls, she was clearly excited.

“What blue do you want?” Bucky’s voice was low and had a steady tone, wanting to keep her relaxed and not scare her by being loud.

Before Bucky could give her a crayon she walked back to her table and grabbed her crayon box, walking back to Bucky’s table she held out her left hand, a broken blue crayon sat in her hand and Bucky gently picked it up. Her right hand held a clearly well used 16 crayon box, a white sticker that read ‘y/n’ was stuck on the front of it.

“Y/n?” Bucky said, getting the girl's attention once again, she blushed as she looked at him, his blue eyes giving her a sense of comfort “why don't you grab your backpack and sit at my table? Then you can use all of my crayons!” Bucky hoped that his offer would intrigue her, so she once again ran off to her table.

For a split second Bucky was ready for her to leave the cafe, maybe he scared her off, but just a minute later she put her bag on the seat in front of him and slid in after it. She placed a my little pony coloring book on the table and looked up at Bucky, she played with her hands anxiously in her lap.

“Do you have pink in the box?” Y/n asked, dried tears could still be seen on her face but she seemed at ease, her legs swinging under the table and her eyes bright.

“I do” bucky chuckled, he opened the crayon box and turned it towards her, y/n’s hands instantly pulled it closer, she was completely in her element, her eyes scanning the box and a large smile on her face.

She picked out a few crayons and opened her book, Bucky could tell she loved coloring, almost all of the pages were full of color. She finally found a page that hadn’t been used and ripped it out, she slid the page across the table to Bucky and looked at him with doe eyes, “thank you”

“Thank you for the crayons” she chirped back. She took a few seconds to find another blank page but once she did she got right to work filling every space possible with color.

Minutes passed and the two sat in silence, Bucky felt at home, like this is where he was meant to be, coloring with a sweet girl who clearly felt comfortable around him. She straightened her back abruptly to take a good look at her finished coloring page, Bucky looked over and smiled, she almost kept the colors in the lines.

“That looks beautiful y/n” Bucky praised the girl, she smiled at him and began to flip through the pages to find another coloring page.

The two sat together, y/n humming along to some made up song every once in a while, until an alarm rang, her phone sat in her bag as the alarm continued to go off. She eventually fished it out and turned it off, “I have to go home now” she was clearly sad “will you” she paused and began to play with her fingers, “are you here tomorrow?” She asked, her voice once again barley above a whisper.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” Bucky asked, she nodded her head and smiled, “then of course i'll be here tomorrow” the two of them smiled as they held eye contact.

Y/n began to pack her things up, putting away the crayons back in the box, “can you bring these too?” She pointed at the box of crayons.

“Why don't you keep them? You can bring them back tomorrow if you would like” Bucky slid the box of crayons closer to her.

“Borrow them?” She mumbled

“Why don't you keep them? I’m sure you can take better care of them than i can”

Before she could even think of arguing Bucky sent her a look, she knew not to argue and placed them in her bag, whispering a ‘thank you’ before standing up and grabbing her bag.

She slipped out of the cafe before Bucky could say goodbye, the broken blue crayon still sat on the table, he picked it up and kept it in his pocket, a reminder of the best day he’s had in a long time.

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weepinglevi · 4 years ago

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patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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itsmadamehydra · 4 years ago

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My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

#fanfic #wayne mccullough #wayne mccullough x reader #wayne mccullough x y/n #fanfiction #wayne mccullough fanfic #wayne mccullough fanfiction #wayne #wayne x reader

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just-in-case-i-start-caring · 2 years ago

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I should've seen it sooner

(Ignore this, it's just a rant post)

I just remembered something random from like a decade ago. So I was 10, playing tag with my friends and Other Girls™. I've always been a bit of a shy/quiet kid, and I try not to stand out too much.

Basically, we were messing around, chasing each other around this room full of unused tables and chairs. At some point, one of friends were it and they managed to corner me behind this table. And maybe I was being a little too rough, but I started using the table to block her from getting to me, then one of the Other Girls™ shouted that I was cheating and I should just let her tag me.

I'm not sure why, but I got really upset by this and started to argue with her. She basically called me a bitch (not really since I don't think we even knew the word yet at the time, but she called me something equivalent to it) and told me not to be a sore loser and just take the tag.

Begrudgingly, I went with it. So I started chasing everyone around this room again. Then, as luck would have it, I managed to corner Her. And guess what? She used a f-ing table to block me. The thing I did that she claimed was "cheating". This got me even more upset, so I started lashing out.

She rolled her eyes at me and said I wasn't fun to play with. And EVERYONE agreed with her. That somehow escalated to Her convincing my friends to stop hanging out with me because I was a terrible person. And they listened.

So for literal months, I had no friends. I would have to eat lunch alone, study alone, do work alone. And when I accidentally crossed paths with Her, she would give me this disgusted look and talk about me to my 'friends' the moment I turned around to leave. But occasionally, one of my 'friends' would come to me to ask to copy my homework etc. And because I was so desperate for friends again, I would give them whatever they wanted. Only they would always leave after. And I would be alone again.

I hated going to school. I hated myself for getting upset at Her. I hated being alone.

I would feel so terrible sometimes that I would make up excuses so I wouldn't have to go to school. Sometimes I still had to go anyway. But I'd try really hard to find an excuse so I wouldn't have to. I was depressed..

I'm not entirely sure when The Ban was lifted, but when it did, I had friends again. I didn't even care that they ignored me for months, I was just happy that they were back. I never brought it up again. Neither did any of Them. Although I'm pretty sure no one else remembers besides me.

I don't talk to any of them anymore. It still makes me upset to think about it. The funny thing is, this wasn't even what brought us apart. It was Them deciding that I was a bitch and they didn't like me anymore (after spending years using me ofc 🙂). We were 17.

Sometimes I still find myself holding out hope. But I know I'm just kidding myself. I just wish I hadn't wasted years following Them around, hoping to be noticed and seen.

(Sorry for the long rant. Again. Please ignore)

#i needed to rant #sorry #sorry for this #i don't know why I posted this #🙂

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yulin-pop · 2 years ago

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Hi! congrats for your 100- 200 followers!! 🎉🎉🎉

Also Can i have your match up events please?

Personality:

Im a (akward) quiet and shy person at first, im very bad communicating/interacting with people cuz i have a bad anxiety issues but atleast i try/want to talk people if i want to. ( i also have a trust issues i too, dont trust people so easily).

People didn't really know that im a bit energetic and soft person when it comes to my loved ones or friends, unless if open up to someone who are im comfortable or trusted, but still shy.

Im also a affectionate person or touch starved person i like giving my friends, family some hugs and head patting, when it comes to my partner / s/o i give them hugs or kisses without hesitation, if they are uncomfortable imma avoid being a clingy person and respect their personal space.

I have a short-temper i can pissed so easily and is trying my best to control myself, if i hurt people's feelings i'll apologise them immediately if im calm.

My friends commented me like im sort of mother/sister figure in our group, the way i act i didn't quite realized my behaviour the way i treat my friends or my little cousins.

I'm very insecure person, i been compared with someone who is smart, pretty or optimistic than i am because i dont have one of those, it makes me think i wasn't enough.

The way i act is boyish, but im bit act like a girl like im very shy, embarrased or flustered compare to the girls who acts girly.

Appearance:

I have a black short hair, Brown eyes, fair light skin, my height is 5'8" and im a bit chubby. my clothing style is like gurenge the way i wear is boyish type with a dark color, sometimes i wear a bit girls clothes and cute clothes if i want to and i wore a glasses, i used it sometimes if i can't see a far.

Interest: Reading Manga/Manhwa, watching anime, drawing/drawing fanarts, babysitting, playing piano, listening music.

Reacting: If someone interested or liking me, in romantically. i might get flattered, happy and shy, also scared. scared that i wasn't enough or they just playing or making fun of my feelings.

If you're making my request just wanted to say thank you! also congrats!! 🎉

↛ ❀ Match up; @moon-cakiie

I match you with Azul Ashengrotto

He views you as someone very light hearted, but you didn’t trust him at all. He’s a business person so he’s good at socializing, in a professional way not in a normal way. You’re more stand off ish but tries to talk with him. It was cute how you struggled to find a topic but you seem really kind. Even after you two get close and Azul drops the business man persona, you’re still shy but more open. By more open, you express your angry around him. He can relate with your insecurities, he was always different than everyone else and he had to push himself to become who he is today. You some what remind him of himself back then.

He noted how much more affectionate you got after a few weeks of talking. The first instance was you greeting him with a hug. He completely froze up in confusion. You backed away quickly and kept away from him but he couldn’t deny it was nice to be hugged.

He thinks you’re absolutely stunning and yet he’s doesn’t say anything. He holds himself back, it would be out of character for him to compliment you despite the knawing urge to tell you how stunning you are.

He’s confused with his feelings at first. He’s obvious about the favoritism towards you and often instead of scolding you, he just kindly directs you in the right direction. He refuses the idea of it being love! He has no time for that nor does it benefit him or his business. It takes a few pushes from the twins to make him understand that he really does like you.

He tries to be subtle that he likes you but you didn’t seem to take the hint. He tried to be head strong about it though you shrunk back. Then, you asked him if he was serious. It kind of broke him as he explained he’s completely genuine.

Azul never really had anyone that could just give off the soft aura you have.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #matchup event #6/10

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fallinforyou87 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 1

I woke up to the sun shining through my window. It is the middle of the summer. I am in Florida on vacation with my two friends Jessica, and Nikki. I got up, went to the bathroom and went downstairs to our beach house. It's a small four bedroom house, with the living room right in the middle. A small patio on the back facing the ocean. I grabbed some coffee, and my book that was sitting on the table, and started reading . About ten minutes into my book Jessica came downstairs rubbing her eyes.

"Good Morning" I said

"Good morning Brittany" She mumbled

Her and Nikki have never been morning people. but me on the other hand, I have always woken up early.

"you’re up early" I said

" yeah the sun woke me up." she yawned, "is that a book?" she asked

"yeah?"

"gave me the book."

"No" i put it to my chest

"Yes" she said, taking the book out of my hand "Why are you reading on your summer vacation?"

"Because I like it" laughing because I know where she was going with this.

"You know what you should do this summer?"

"What?" I asked her, rolling my eyes, she says the same thing every time we go out anywhere.

"Find a guy, meet someone new." I said , I just stared at her.

" You haven't been out with a guy in forever." she told me, like i didn't know this information already.

"We talk about this all the time, I'm happy"

"But you're always by yourself."

"I'm not always by myself. I have you and ….Nikki." Nikkie hasn't been my favorite, but she's a ‘friend’. “ and i like being by myself”

"Okay, but when you are not with us, who are you with?"

"Umm.." I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying" she put the book down to the end table.

" I just feel bad because every time Andrew and I go out, and you come with us. Him and I are always together somewhere by yourself."

"I'm fine" I said, getting out of the chair, grabbing my book and going outside.

I sat on the deck of the beach house looking out at the ocean. I have always been the quiet and shy one. But I really don't have a problem being by myself. Yes, it would be nice to have someone , yes, but I've learned that being by yourself is okay, and knowing me I need to be okay with myself, before I let anyone in. When it comes to talking to people, talking to guys is my worst thing. When I'm not with my friends or family. I'm by myself in my own little world. I like to be by myself. I don't mind it. I do wish that I could break out of myself a bit but it's hard for me. And my size doesn't help, I'm a bigger girl. And my friends are skinny girls, they would never really understand what it is like being a plus size girl,it makes it harder to meet people even if it is just a friend. People are mean sometimes, I'm rather comfortable with my body. It's other people that are uncomfortable.

Jessica walked outside, standing beside me.

"Brittany, will you do one thing for me while we're here?" she asked, turning towards me.

"What?"I asked, not looking at her.

"Have fun, meet someone new, let go" I just looked at the ocean, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'll try" I said, closing my eyes

"Promise?" she stuck her pinky out.

i just looked at her, from her eyes to her pinky,

"promise" I said, wrapping my pinky around hers.

When all three of us were up, we got dressed, went out to get something to eat, then went to the beach. We found a spot to place our things. When we were doing that. There were a whole bunch of guys setting up a volleyball net.

About an hour later, I was sitting in my lounge chair on the beach. Jessica , and Nikki were talking to these boys that they just met. I was reading my book. I watched the guys play volleyball, jumping up and down, diving., like i all have to do is get up , and say hi. That's it!I shook my head, grabbing my water, and took a drink. I started to hear someone start to yell and then I heard ‘head ups’. I looked up from my book and saw a guy running towards me.

Then, a volleyball hit me. Water went everywhere all over me, my book, and my stuff.

My friends came running over.

"Are you Okay?" they asked

"Yeah" i said

The guy finally reached me.

"Oh my god, are you Okay" he asked, coming down beside me.

"I'm fine" I said, taking my sunglasses off but I didn't look at him. I have a problem with looking people in the eyes.

" You're all wet now" he said

"It's a bathing suit it supposed to get wet" I said, taking my towel whipping my suit off

"yeah"

"But books aren't supposed to" he said, i glanced up. We made eye contact, and we didn't look away. SIdney Crosby captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins. The city I am from, I've been a fan for years. And he was even more attractive in person than on Tv. i finally blinked,

"It'll dry" I said getting some of my stuff together, keeping my head down

"I'm really sorry volleyball isn't really my sport."

"It's Okay." I said picking up my bag which had a penguins logo on the side of it.

"Penguins hockey huh?" he asked

"yeah" I said

"Are you sure you’re okay" He asked

" Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." I said taking some of my things back to the house

I got back to the house, I slammed my bag on the counter. I got so overwhelmed, I couldn't say more than like three words. Like i couldn't even say big fan. I ran off, we could have maybe talked, I mean we did lock eyes for an abnormal amount of time, not that he would ever be interested in me like that,but we could have got talking about something else. I just made a fool of myself running off when things got a little hard.

I didn't leave to go back to the beach for a while. It was like I was scared to go back. I laid out my book so it could dry, and put some of my stuff away.

Finally, I got my bag though a swimming suit cover over myself, Tying it in a knot so it was off my legs and went back to the beach. When I got back to the beach. Jessica and Nikki came up to me.

"Are you Okay?" Nikki asked

"Yeah" I said.

"You left pretty fast, What was up with that?" Jess asked

"I don't know."

"he was trying to talk to you" Jess said

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"He's a cute girl." she said.

“He's SIdney Crosby.” I said, they looked at me. “Sidney Crosby from the Pittsburgh penguins.” they had no idea who I was talking about. I grew up in a sports family, so there was a game no matter what it was. It was on the Tv, growing up, especially Pittsburgh Sport.

“He's like a professional athlete?” nikki asked

"Yeah” i said

“And you barely even look at him"

"yeah" I said as I looked out towards the guys,He spiked the ball into the sand

His back was towards us his dark brown hair had a few curls, a very fit body, and his shoulders were amazing.

He went to turn his head and I looked aways so he didn't see me looking at him.

We stayed a little bit longer but when we left I'm walking along the side of the restroom. And as i turned the bend

It felt like I hit a brick wall and I dropped my bag but before I hit the ground, I felt something grab me and pull me back up, I looked up and saw the most beautiful set of hazel eyes looking down at me, for the second time today. I feel his hands on part of my body no one has touched in years.

"I am so sorry I should really watch where I am going." he said, still holding me in his arms.

"It's Okay I wasn't really paying any attention where I was going either." I told him, he helped me stand up straight. I bit my lip.

Then I looked away quickly

“umm”

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean - " he said, letting go of me."I'm Sidney" he said, putting his hand towards me.

I faintly spoke up

"I kn- I mean I'm Brittany" I took his hand, looked up at him.

"Well it's nice to meet you Brittany." he smiled, i couldn't help but smile back. His smile is contagious.

"It's nice to meet you too." I said, pulling my hand away.

"You're the girl I hit with the volleyball."

I just nodded

"I'm really sorry about that"

"It's Okay, im fine"

He bent down and picked up my bag.

“Is your book going to be okay?” he asked

“Yeah, now there's a funny story to go with the watermarks.” I looked up at him.

“You see the good in things, I like that.”

“I try” I ran my hand in my hair. He looked down at my bag.

"You're a fan?" he turned it around, facing the logo towards me.

"Yeah"

"that's cool," I nodded. "You don't talk much do you" he asked

" No not really" I said

My friends called from the house, I looked at them. And turned back to him.

"I should get going" I told him

"Yeah, me too." he said and handed me my bag.

"Thanks, nice to meet you" I said starting to walk away. he just nodded

But then I turned back around, and did something i never thought i would do in my life

"Hey, what are guys doing later?" I asked

"Nothing as far as I know." he said

"We were thinking about cooking out later and if you guys aren't doing anything and if you want to maybe . ummm you and your friends could come over later and hang out or something" I said, biting my bottom.

"I don't see why not, I'll ask them but I think we'll be there. "

"Okay we are in that house." I said pointing to the house, he nodded

" Okay see you around like what 6:00?" he asked

"Yeah that's good"

"Okay, See you then." he said

"Yeah Bye."

"Bye"

As I was walking back to the house. Started to think about what I just did. I was happy but did I just ask him to come over and hang out and he said yes, Oh my god is all I could think, I can't talk to him by myself. I don't talk at all. I get so scared around guys and I just asked like seven of them over. I'm nuts, I can't do this.

I was walking up the steps and Nikki came up to me. And she could tell something was wrong.

"what's up?" she asked “you were talking to that guy”

"Nothing" I said. Me and Nikki have never been really close. I don't know but we just aren't.

"Are you sure"

"Yeah"

I walked in the house and Jessica was in her room. I went in there.

"I think I did something really dumb" I said

"What?"

“ you know that guy hit me with the volleyball?"

"Yeah, and i saw you talking to him again, that great Birtt"

"I asked him and his friends to come over for dinner and to hang out, Do you think that was dumb?"

"No not at all,I'm proud of you." She said

"Yeah?" I asked

"Yeah, this is huge Brittany”

#sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby #sidney crosby fanfiction #sidney crosby fics #pittsburgh penguins #fanfiction #fallin for you #sid crosby #crosby #penguins

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babyboyblasty · 3 years ago

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CHAPTER 10:

"You look nice, Deku" Uraraka smiled, her hands held behind her back as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet in a childish manner, looking at her green haired friend. "Is there anyone in particular you're trying to impress?" she gave him a knowing look that Izuku stuttered and blushed to.

"No! O-of course not" he immediately denied and averted his eyes when that only seemed to make Uraraka's smirk widen. Izuku knew he was a terrible liar and Uraraka could be very scary sometimes. "But um, hypothetically speaking.. if I /were/ trying to impress someone- which I'm not- but hypothetically speaking do you think they'll.. you know. Be impressed? Hypothetically."

Uraraka looked her friend up and down. Izuku's fashion sense has definitely improved since the beginning of their first year. Both Tsuyu and herself had made sure to teach Deku and Todoroki a thing or two about dressing themselves since they were completely clueless sometimes. Midoriya was wearing brown, cuffed corduroy pants with a forest green oversized short sleeve button up, a lighter green long sleeve underneath that to create layers. The red shoes were never going away though and Uraraka gave up in trying to get him to wear another pair of shoes. He looked good and Uraraka noticed how his hair was a bit neater too so he obviously put a bit of extra effort into trying to style his curls. In fact, looking around the common room it seemed that Deku wasn't the only one who put a little extra effort into their appearance today. Half the boys there looked like they were going off to a party instead of a casual class outing. Even Iida looked like he was trying out a new hairstyle. No glasses either.

"Umm, Uraraka-san?" Izuku waved his hand in front of the girl's face to get her attention. She zoned out for a bit there and she blinked, turning to face him again.

"Oh, right! Well, /hypothetically speaking/ right?" she smiled and he nodded, "I think they'll be very impressed." Deku beamed and her eyes shifted to Todoroki who was just arriving downstairs. "Oh, look! There's Todoroki-kun. Let's go talk" she grabbed Deku's hand in hers and took him with her. He looked very good! Todoroki's aesthetic was more of a simplistic/classy style with neutral colors. This time he decided to switch it up and was wearing a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned, loose fitting pale blue and white striped dress shirt over that. He had black jeans and white sneakers too. He looked very good. "Oooo~ is there anyone /you're/ trying to impress, Todoroki-kun?" Ochako teased.

"Yes."

Ochako didn't expect such a direct answer but giggled anyway at her blunt friend. Deku on the other hand didn't find it as funny.

"Is Bakugou here yet?" Shoto changed the subject and looked around the common room but didn't spot the explosion quirk user anywhere. He felt a little disappointed.

"No, Kacchan isn't here. Neither is Kirishima-kun" Izuku really tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone. He knew that they were best friends but did they really have to be glued at the hip 24/7? Deku doesn't like the way he starts to feel when he thinks of those two together but he can't help it.

"Oh" Shoto mumbled. There was an awkward silence where no one said anything for a few seconds until Uraraka couldn't stand it and broke it.

"So how are you feeling, Todoroki-kun? Are you still tired or are you feeling a bit better from earlier?" Ochako questioned. That got Izuku's attention and he turned to Todoroki with a curious expression. Was he sick? Todoroki didn't mention anything to him today. He wondered why he didn't tell him.

"I feel better, thank you. I'm excited to be going out with my friends" he smiled briefly and Izuku returned it. After that things started to go back to normal as they talked about what stores they wanted to go to and if they had anything in particular they wanted to buy. The common room was filled with brief conversation before the 'ding' of the elevator was heard and everyone turned to look at a nervous Kirishima standing on the far opposite side of a bored looking Bakugou. Izuku felt a knot form in his throat and Todoroki felt his heart skip a beat, their faces heating up a little at what girl Kacchan was wearing. He looked good. Hell, even if he was in his normal body and wore that he'd look good.

"You're here!" Mina rushed forward to hug her two friends in a crushing hug which Kirishima gladly returned. The girls may or may not be feeling smug at how everyone reacted to seeing Bakugou. Yeah, they did that.

"I said I would go with you extras, didn't I? Now let go, pinky" Bakugou groaned. She smiled wide before stepping back.

"This'll be so much fun!" Mina jumped up and down.

"Everyone please form a single file line for attendance! As class president I must make sure everyone is accounted for before we vacate school grounds" Iida made sure to grab everyone's attention by speaking loud and clear as well as waving his arms about. Where he pulled the clipboard from no one knows but Iida started to check off names in the class roster to submit to Aizawa sensei once they come back in a few hours. "Alright. Everyone is here. We can go now" he nodded in confirmation.

The class had to take the bus to go to the mall so Iida stayed by the door until everyone was inside before going in himself. Bakugou was planning to sit with Kirishima but the redhead as soon as he was in the bus went and sat beside Sero instead. Katsuki was confused since they always sit together and even Sero was looking between the pair in confusion. "You don't mind, right Bakubro?" Kirishima awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Bakugou just shrugged and moved on to find an empty seat to which Kirishima let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"What was that?" Sero questioned once Bakugou was out of earshot.

"What was what?" Kirishima turned to him.

"That. You always sit with Bakugou so why all of a sudden did you decide to sit next to me? I don't mind but I was a little caught off guard, man. You know, you've been acting weird ever since the night we played games in my room. Is everything cool?" Sero had an idea of what was happening but he wanted to hear it from Kiri himself.

"Yeah, everything's good. I just need to sort some things out for myself first" he explained and Sero nodded, leaving it at that. Kirishima appreciated that about Sero. He knew if it was Mina or Kaminari they wouldn't stop pestering him about it. Kirishima just wanted some time to hopefully figure out why he was all of a sudden feeling so weird around Katsuki.

On the other end of the bus, towards the back, Bakugou found an empty seat. Everyone else seemed to be already sitting with someone else but he didn't really mind it. Once seated, Bakugou put his elbow up on the edge of the window and looked outside. He felt someone slightly tap his shoulder though and looked up to a shy Koda. 'May I sit here?' he signed and Bakugou raised an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and signed back 'go for it' and Koda smiled a little, quickly sitting down beside Bakugou. Aizawa did mention that because of his quirk, he may experience hearing loss in the future if he didn't take the proper precautions so Bakugou has been taking JSL classes from Koda since the beginning of their second year and developed a somewhat mutual understanding with the guy. He really wasn't all that bad, just a little quiet. And while they weren't friends friends, Bakugou knew that if he ever needed a quiet place to study or just hang out for a bit without talking, he could go to Koda's room. The same went for Bakugou. If Koda ever wanted to spar or wanted pointers to help in improving his fighting skills, Bakugou is available.

Now that everyone had a seat, the bus began to move. The ride was going to take approximately fifteen to twenty minutes so he just wanted to use the break to relax. Bakugou could tell Koda wanted to say something based on the way he would look at him every few minutes but then look away though. "What is it?" he finally asked a little less than halfway into the trip and Koda shook his head. "I know you want to say something, now what is it?"

Koda looked hesitant at first but then signed 'how are you feeling?' with a sincere look. Maybe if it was someone else Bakugou would have told them off for getting into his business but Koda was someone who earned his respect and admiration throughout their time together in UA and who he saw as an equal.

"Why do you ask?" he asked instead, a bit defensive, and Koda responded by signing 'this is a big change and I was just wondering how you were doing.' Bakugou shrugged. "It isn't something I can't handle. Besides, today is the last day of the quirk so I should be back to normal by tomorrow morning" Bakugou mumbled, adding in a "thanks" as an afterthought. Honestly speaking, Koda has been the only one who's asked him how he felt about this whole quirk situation. The rest of his classmates all just seemed to be having fun with it and while he didn't mind, it was nice to be asked.

'You're always welcome to come hang out with me and my bunny if you ever need quiet time,' Koda offered. 'He told me he misses the angry blonde boy with the warm hands" he joked. Bakugou smirked a little with a "tch, sure whatever. Tell 'im I miss the furball too" leaving his lips. After that Bakugou and Koda fell into a comfortable silence where Bakugou closed his eyes to rest for the few minutes they had left on the bus ride.

Everyone else in class 3-A never thought they'd see the day where they all wished they were in Koda's place. The anivoice boy was sitting perfectly still so as to not wake the pretty blonde that had leaned his head on the other's shoulder sometime along the trip and was now sleeping peacefully on him.

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( this fan art isn't in correlation with the story chapter but oH MY GOD LOOK HOW PRETTY GIRL BAKUGOU IS- 😩)

#bakubowl #fanfic #boku no hero academia #bakugou x everyone #bnha #gender bender #temporary fem!bakugou #fem!bakugou #bakugou centric #BAKUBOOBS!?!

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'Lonely ghost serie'

You don't know how lovely you are.- part VI

Tw⚠️: swearing, medical inaccuracies(on my part)

You moved your hair away as the cold Siberian winds freeze you to the bone. You were anxious to get back home so you can finally talk with Corpse on the phone. You been talking a lot since you last called him, embarrassingly to help you deal with a baby.

This week beat your ass, tests and assignments left and right like they are Oprah. You desperately wanted to go home where is warm and where you can chat your night away with Corpse.

You finally managed to open up a Netflix account so maybe you two could watch something or talk away while you had background noise.

"I swear to God..."

- Ştiu,nu? ("I know right?")

Sabrina said as she sat on the couch, a book in her lap and a hot coffee cup on the table near her.

"Heyyy!"

"Hello,girl!"

She got up to hug you,gasping when her warmth was meet by your cold grey coat , red bare hands and shaking legs dressed in a black striped suit pants and wearing platform heels.

"My , you are practically freezing. Come ,come!"

She grabbed the blanket she's been sitting on and wrapped you with it moving you to sit down.

She left towards the kitchen to your left , you could hear her taking the kettle from one of the cupboards. You shook profoundly as you harshly rubbed your hands, you stared at your dark grey nail polish, twisting it left and right to see the light bounce on it. You lost yourself in thought:

A tattoo on them wouldn't look so bad. Maybe...

"Here."

A cup of green tea, your favourite, was presented before you. You licked your crack lips as you moved your hand to grab it, only to hiss and curse when the heat proved to be double edged.

Sabrina tried to hold her laugh but one look of your pained and disappointed eyes sent her into a burst ,snorting and laughing like a jackass. You began to laugh with her shortly after.

She puffed as she took the armchair in front, the beige coloured of it and the blood red floral blanket draped all over made it stand out. She was so small in comparison with the gigantic size of it. Still you were the shortest of the group.

"How was your day?"

"Switching to English?"

She nodded.

"Hmm..fine.It isn't like I been speaking it for like 6 hours. My day went on,hmmm, ever washed a cat?"

"Ever washed a llama that simply disdain the idea of being even remotely washed?"

"W-What? Nu,deci,nu. You washed a llama?!"

"Yes,ma'am. Got the scar to prove it."

She jumped a bit off her bent leg ,to bring the polar white sweater up , a deep scar healed in a shaky circle stood there. Your eyes blinked in shock.

"Tell. Me."

"Of course, m'lady."

Her cheery tone lighted the grave tune of your morbid curiosity, you did like crime related shows after all.

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"How?!" Corpse said in bewilderment, laughing in between.

"I know right? She said she felt every bone in her body putting itself back in the place. Even those in her ears."

Your hands covered by your oversized warm black sweatshirt went crazy as you said the story, stopping only to take a breath or to let the burst of laughter die down.

"Man, your friends are crazy."

"Pleease, when I was like 11-"

"I'm eleven so shut the fuck up."

"Shh, Corpse." You said smiling. "Anyway, when I was eleven years old, I used to play with some girls hide and seek or v-ați ascunselea and somehow my stupid ass managed to land into a tree branch."

"What?"

"Yeah, but not like with my chubby ass body ,noooo sir. With my eye."

"What the fuck, which one?"

"The right one, I have a scar running down it till the start of my lips."

"Wait,how? Do you still see?"

"Oh,yeah."You dismissed the question with a shake of a hand, getting back into the story.

"My folk were so scarred and they have a huge fight with my grandma who was busy with gossiping her neighbours. "

"Oh my fucking--Did it hurt?"

"Oh ,yeah but luckily it healed pretty quickly and now I got a sick scar."

"Do you have other scars?"

"Hmm, hella. My hands and arms are littered with them."

You laughed but stopped yourself when you didn't hear anything from Corpse.

"Um, my petit orchid? Are you..are you there?"

"Did you do them because you...you w-were.. um...um..." His voice ran on jittery and trembling in panic as he haulted to draw a breath and calm whatever nerves caused him to panic.

"Self harming?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Oh! No ,of course not. I hate pain. I have them because I cut myself a lot with my butterfly knife."

"W-With your knife?" He still spoke in shaky syllables.

"Yeah, I learn tricks like pinwheel , helix aerial, kiss goodbye and such."

"And you didn't taped the blade?"

"...I am a very chaotic and lazy person, Corpse."

You two laughed the intensity of the room. Your heart blooming at the idea that Corpse was genuinely worried about you but you sighed, getting ahead of yourself only landed you for disappointment and realistic bitterness.

"You...You were really worried about me there, weren't you Corpse?" You rhetorically asked in a shy manner, your mind and ,more,your heart needed to hear this for some reason.

"Y-Yeah, goofball. You got me there for a second. "

"Awww, don't worry my petit orchid. I ain't going nowhere. "

Not with my heart beating so fast and the pressure I have on my guts and the end of my lungs.

"P-Promise?"

"I would pinky promise the fuck out of you, my little orchid. Unfortunately ,I cannot. "

"Maybe some time in the future ?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, your own grin becoming bigger because of that. This manz raises my serotonin like no one's business.

"Of course, Corpse. Whenever you are ready ."

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The rest of the night was spent watching cheap movies ,roasting the unrealistic characters and taking occasional breaks to regain your brain cells back.

"You been quiet."

You jumped ,stabbing your pointing finger with a sewing needle. You hissed as you moved to pull it out of your finger.

"Ghost ,what happened?"

"I was...ah shit...this will hurt."

You clenched your teeth and groaned as you pull the long glimmering needle out ,your skin reddening immediately as a bit of blood sprung out.

"Ghost? Goofball,please answer. "

"Y-yeah, I am fine. You scared me when you started to so the needle I am using went into my finger. It hurts."

"I am sorry,but what do you use the needle for?"

"Decorative sewing. "

"And whatcha making?"

"A flower ...for you!"

"Awww....that's so cute. You don't have to."

"BUT I WANT...I mean it's cool ,don't worry about it."

You stupid fucking dinosaur... You mumbled under your breath as you continued on your work, red cheeks of pure embarrassment.

Your pitiful attempt of covering your slip up was rewarded with one of his angelic chuckles, you seemed to make him laugh a lot. That's a good thing,right? Maybe he's just laughing at your clowny ass...

You huffed, eyebrows knitted in annoyance. Oh how you hated those belittling thoughts, they did nothing but ruin everything for you.

Or maybe you ruin them yourself..

"Shut up!"

"What?"

Ah,shit!

"Sorry ,Corpse, not you. I just...I lost myself in thought, hahaha...yeah thought. "

You slapped yourself so hard,your head was dizzy for it.

"Are you sure everything is fine ,goofball. I am always here for you."

Aww...

You sighed, tired all of sudden. "Yeah, orchid. I am fine,thanks for asking. "

"No need.I care about you, you know? A lot."

The last part was said in such a low tone that your ears couldn't pick it up. Unfortunately for Corpse who was busy playing with his sweater paws to calm his nerves.

"I care about you too ,Corpse. I think I will go. Good night !"

"'Night."

The reason why I am so worried about you ,Ghost, is because I don't think you realise ...

"... how lovely you are."

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Hey, guys!💖

Hope you enjoyed the part six of this serie, it's bit shorter but I wanted it to be after the last part.

I am interested in what do you think will happen next.

Stay safe!💗

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#corpse husband x reader #fanfic #hopefully not cringy

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