#but i wanted something that didnt take up space in my small small room

[aventurineswife]

HAIIII

my jazz band (club) was boring bc my bestiest westie wasnt there (THEY DITCHED ME AND WENT HOME WITHOUT TELLING ME)

but anyway, u said to blow up ur inbox with requests or something, so >:3

aventurine (i think u can tell i like him with the fact i put him in every request) and any other characters u want with a reader who plays one or more instruments (this is based off me, i personally play flute, bass guitar, and cymbals, but u can pick whatever instrument(s))

maybe do a scenario where like characters didnt know reader played instruments, and character walks in on reader playing something

could u also make it romantic, please? :3

-:3 anon

Symphony of Surrender

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, March 7th x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Vulnerability, Emotional Healing, Gentle Moments, Inner Struggles, Self-Discovery, Complex Relationships.

Warnings: Minor Emotional Angst, Themes of Trauma (Aventurine's past), Slight Manipulation, Light Romance and Sweet Moments, Minor Character Introspection.

A/N: I'M SORRY WHAT?! 😭 DAMN YOUR BESTIE SHOULD'VE AT LEAST INFORMED YOU THO!!

The soft, melodious notes of a piano drifted through the luxurious, dimly-lit room. Aventurine, dressed in his usual flamboyant attire, had just returned from a late meeting. His mind buzzed with the usual mix of strategy and calculation, but something felt different tonight. The air seemed to hold an unfamiliar tranquility. Curious, he followed the sound of the piano, his footsteps light but purposeful.

As he entered the room, his eyes fell on you—sitting gracefully at the piano, your fingers dancing across the keys with a fluid elegance that struck him silent. The soft glow of the room illuminated the delicate movement of your hands, each note resonating with a raw emotion he had not expected to find in this space.

You didn’t notice him at first, completely absorbed in the music. Aventurine lingered in the doorway, watching you with an intensity he rarely allowed anyone to witness. His usual guarded demeanor faltered for a moment, the mask of charm and bravado slipping as he admired the way the music seemed to flow through you, as if it was part of your very soul.

Finally, you paused, the last note hanging in the air like a whisper. It was then that you turned to find him standing there, his usual smirk replaced with a rare, genuine expression—one of awe.

"Didn't expect to find you here," you said with a teasing smile, your hands resting on the piano keys. "I didn't know you were a fan of music."

Aventurine stepped closer, his earring catching the light. "I appreciate all forms of art," he replied, his voice a mix of amusement and sincerity. "But I must admit, I didn't expect this from you."

You chuckled softly, a playful glint in your eyes. "I guess I have a few surprises up my sleeve."

He walked around the piano, his gaze never leaving you. "I should have known. You're full of mysteries."

Your fingers hovered over the keys again, as if debating whether to continue playing. Aventurine watched you carefully, his eyes intense yet tender. He stepped behind you, leaning in just close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence.

"I'd like to hear more," he said quietly, his voice low and almost vulnerable. The usual confidence in his words softened, revealing a hint of something deeper. "But this time... let me join you."

You hesitated for a moment, your gaze flickering to him. Then, with a small nod, you placed your hand on the keys, inviting him into this intimate moment.

As the music resumed, Aventurine found his own rhythm, not in the notes, but in the unspoken connection between you. Each sound was a step closer, each chord a bridge built between the two of you. The game of life was full of risks, but for the first time, Aventurine felt that maybe—just maybe—some risks were worth taking.

The Astral Express hummed with its usual rhythm, but inside your cozy little room, a quiet atmosphere settled. You had been practicing with your bow earlier, but tonight, something called to you—a need to express yourself differently. So, you decided to take a chance. With a deep breath, you reached for the guitar hidden in the corner of the room and began to strum, unsure of the melody that would come.

As your fingers found their way, the sound of the guitar filled the space with warmth. The soft, melancholic tune seemed to escape from you effortlessly, reflecting the longing and curiosity you often felt. You hadn’t played for anyone yet, not here, not on the train. But tonight, you needed to.

Oblivious to the quiet music, March wandered down the hallway, her camera slung over her shoulder. She had been busy capturing moments all day, and now her mind was buzzing with thoughts of her mysterious past. But then she heard it—an unfamiliar sound. She stopped, curious, her eyes wide. The soft notes of a guitar? Was it you?

March, being ever the curious spirit, couldn’t resist. She peeked around the doorframe, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. There you were, completely absorbed in the music. Your eyes were closed, and your fingers moved across the strings as though it was second nature to you.

She took a small step forward, her breath catching in her throat. It was a side of you she hadn’t seen before. The way the music seemed to flow from your very being, the way your body swayed ever so slightly with the rhythm, captivated her.

You paused mid-strum, sensing someone’s presence, and looked up to find March standing in the doorway. A small blush crept onto her cheeks as she realized she’d been caught.

"You play," she said softly, her voice tinged with awe. "I had no idea."

You smiled warmly, setting the guitar down beside you. "Guess I’ve got a few surprises up my sleeve too."

March stepped closer, her playful grin lighting up her face. "You know, I didn’t take you for a musician."

You chuckled, a little embarrassed. "I don't often show it. Just felt like playing tonight."

Her smile softened, her usual bubbly demeanor giving way to something more earnest. "It’s beautiful," she said, her eyes shining. "You really know how to capture a moment, don’t you?"

You nodded, a bit of warmth spreading through you at her compliment. "It’s like photography, in a way. Capturing a feeling, a memory."

March’s eyes sparkled with understanding. "I get that," she said, her gaze flicking to the camera resting on her shoulder. "But with you, it’s more than just a moment. It’s... part of who you are."

Her words lingered in the air, and you felt something shift between you—something deeper than either of you had expected.

Before you could respond, March suddenly grinned mischievously. "Mind if I join you?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden offer. "You play too?"

She winked. "I don't know, but I’ll give it a shot."

With that, she sat beside you, taking a seat with her camera beside her, and together, you found a new rhythm. It wasn’t just about music anymore; it was about the connection between you two, woven through each note, each laugh, and the shared understanding of a journey you were both still figuring out.

As the music played, you realized that this was more than a simple tune—it was the start of something special.

[prettyboykatsuki]

zero if you don't mind me asking what kinda computer do you have? i need to save up for a new one but idk anything abt computers and i am NOT going on tiktok for help, so i wanna ask you instead, i just need something that's good for gaming mostly 🥲

this is the exact model i use that i got on sale from best buy august of this year. i also use this laptop for school and other personal stuff

in terms of specs it’s very good quality for the price and for the months of using it i don’t have any complaints. the keyboard is nice and so is the mouse pad but i have seperate attachments for both.

i wanted a laptop that was lightweight and compact - so i chose a fourteen inch screen. if you are planning on using it for solely/mostly games you might wanna go up to 15 or more. i think 18 is bulky but that’s preference

in terms of specs - i would say the minimum specs are 16gb processor, 512gb storage, and nvidia rtx 4050. this would be the minimum specs to run a more modern game

however if you’re saving and making an investment and want more quality of life — the first thing i would drop more on is the processor. 32gb is why i ended up spending more than i hd wanted too and it makes a significant difference. more storage is always nice for a similar reason.

for graphics it’s mostly preference. most gaming laptops won’t go below rtx 4050 and the difference in quality between 4050, 4060, and 4070 isn’t much imo. well between 4050 and 4060 yes but not 4060 and 4070

OH and for processors i reccomend the amd ryzen 9 because intel i7-19 processors (aka the most common / popular) have had significant manufacturing issues that are basically making them blow up. any amd ryzen 7 or over will work, but processors is another thing you would want to drop bread on since it makes a difference in quality of life again.

lmk if u have any questions!! but if you’re just looking for a general rec, the computer i got specifically is absolutely beautiful and i love her lol

[daisymbin]

hi sorry 5+9 for seungcheol from the fluff list thank you!!!

of course!! 🤍

request your own: full prompt list!

check out my masterlist! // cheol's m.list

fluff prompt #5: "you can stay over if you want." +

fluff prompt #9: "I didn't mean to fall asleep on your couch."

you sat up slowly, glancing around the living room. the warm glow of the lamps illuminated the space. everything felt fuzzy for a moment, and then you realized you were lying on seungcheol’s couch, his soft throw blanket tangled around your legs. but it was late—way later than you expected. a quick glance at your phone confirmed that it was nearly 3am you groaned, rubbing your eyes.

the last thing you wanted was to make things awkward, especially since this wasn’t the first time you’d ended up here after a late night of hanging out. but you had to admit, you had been exhausted. the movie marathon had ended in a comfortable silence, and the next thing you knew, you were drifting off.

you shifted and tried to stand up, but your legs were still a little stiff from lying down for too long. as you stood, you heard a familiar voice from the hallway.

��did you just wake up?” seungcheol’s voice was soft but teasing as he emerged from his room, his hair slightly messy as though he had just woken up himself. he paused when he saw you, a smile spreading across his face.

“yeah,” you said embarrassingly, feeling your cheeks warm. “i didn’t mean to fall asleep on your couch... it just happened.”

he chuckled, shaking his head as he walked toward you. “you’ve been working hard lately. you looked peaceful so i didnt wake you. you probably needed the rest.”

you met his gaze, his dark eyes soft and kind, and your heart gave a little flutter. it wasn’t the first time he’d been so caring toward you, but there was something about the way he said it that made you feel warm all over.

“thanks, cheol,” you murmured, giving him a small smile as you pulled the blanket off your legs and stood up a little straighter.

he watched you for a moment, his eyes scanning over you like he was taking you in, making sure you were okay. then, his expression softened, and his tone became more casual. “my bed’s a lot more comfortable, you know?”

you blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the suggestion. "what?"

"i mean," he said with a slight shrug, his lips curving into a playful smile, "if you’re gonna stay over, you might as well be comfortable. the couch is nice and all, but you looked a little cramped there."

your cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling more self-conscious. "uh, it’s fine, really, i’m okay here."

seungcheol raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. he stepped closer to you, his voice softening. “you can stay over if you want. no pressure. it’s late.”

you felt your heart race a little, unsure of what to say. you were already over here, and the idea of sleeping in his bed—especially in his bed—sounded tempting, but a little too intimate. but then again, you didn’t want to leave now. it was comfy here with him, and you felt safe in his presence. the thought of spending more time with him, just the two of you, felt so comforting.

“are you sure?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded, “and i’m not just saying that to be polite.” he paused, his eyes softening again as he smiled at you, his warmth radiating toward you. “besides, i’d rather you be comfortable.”

you bit your lip, feeling the warmth spread in your chest. you had to admit, his offer was hard to resist. after all, it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy his company. more than that, you’d be lying if you said the idea of lying next to him, feeling the warmth of his presence, wasn’t incredibly tempting.

“okay,” you said, finally giving in.

seungcheol’s smile widened, and you swore you saw a little sparkle in his eyes as he motioned toward the hallway. “let’s get you in a better spot then.”

as you followed him down the hallway to his room, your mind was racing. you had stayed over at his place before, but you’d never actually spent the night in his bed. the idea felt thrilling, like something out of a dream.

you stepped into the room, and it was just as cozy as the rest of his apartment—dark, soft lighting, a comfortable bed, and a calming atmosphere. you glanced over at the bed and then at him, feeling your heart beat faster. it felt different now. more intimate.

"you sure you want me in here?" you asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.

“hey,” seungcheol said, his voice gentle but firm as he walked over to the bed, pulling the covers back. “we’re friends, right? just two friends hanging out, and honestly, i’m happy you’re here.”

you nodded, trying to push aside the butterflies in your stomach as you sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath you. it was so different from the couch, but in a good way. seungcheol moved to sit beside you, his arm casually brushing against yours, and you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the closeness.

"you know," he started, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "it’s a lot more comfortable here than on the couch. i don’t think you’ll be able to get up anytime soon.”

you laughed nervously, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you looked away. "yeah, i can tell. it’s so much better here."

“good,” he said, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he shifted closer to you. "i’m glad you’re comfortable.”

you both sat in silence for a moment, the tension in the air hanging delicately between the two of you. you felt like there was so much unsaid, like a million emotions were swirling between the two of you, but neither of you said anything. just the gentle hum of the night filled the space.

finally, seungcheol spoke again, breaking the silence. “you know, if you wanted, you could just stay here... forever.”

you blinked at him, surprised by his sudden boldness. “forever?” you asked in confusion, feeling your heart rate spike a little. surely he didn’t mean that in the way you were thinking.

seungcheol gave you a playful smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. “you can stay here as long as you want. i’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. what’s the hurry?”

you stared at him, still unsure how to react, but a soft laugh escaped your lips as the tension in the room shifted. maybe this was just his way of teasing you, but somehow, it felt different. like he meant it.

you leaned back against the pillow, glancing over at him. “maybe i will. maybe i’ll just stay a little longer.”

seungcheol grinned, leaning back too, his arm brushing against yours. "i’m okay with that," he said, his voice softening as he relaxed beside you. "just don’t go falling asleep on me again, okay?"

you smiled, feeling the comfort of his presence surround you. "no promises."

and with that, you both lay there in a comfortable silence, the warmth between you both growing, unspoken but undeniable. maybe it wasn’t forever yet—but it certainly felt like the start of something close to it.

[writingoddess1125]

Your Weird Relationship Milestones

Weird couple things that no one talks about that is a major milestone

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Mihawk x GNReader

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Luffy

You and Luffy had known each other since you were children and had also been dating since you joined his crew as the Ship Barber.

Truthfully it had been a fun journey and everyday you two got closer and closer- Just in your guys own unique way.

Today was no excpetion- After doing some basic training till noon you had skipped breakfast and was starving to rushed to the kitchen.

Walking over you saw lunch had already been made and almost the whole crew was there eating, looking over Luffy's massive plate in question to see what it on the menu- Seeing Cutlet sandwiches served with shredded cabbage.. you didn't like the recent cabbage that much.

"You didn't like the cabbage right?" Luffy questioned as if reading your mind- Nodding as he held up one of his plates to you to taste the cabbage to see if you wanted it The crew staring at you two in now total shock as you munched on a strand of cabbage and took a small bite of his sandwich.

"Ehh- Sandeich is good- But no cabbage" You hummed and Luffy nodded as he went back to inhaling his own food. Everyone watching as you went to get a plate- excluding the cabbage.

It wasn't till way later when you were half asleep cuddled against Luffy that the thought came to you- Did Monkey D Luffy just share his plate with you?

Zoro

It had been a normal morning- you waking up first to roll out of bed and start your morning routine, of course it starting in the bathroom.

Too zoned out to care since you and him shared a living space with a bathroom so you knew it could only be Zoro- As you brush your teeth you hear the sound of water and realize he was taking a piss, with you right there?

"What island are we going to today?" Zoro questioned, you trying to rack through your brain

"Errr- S'mi S'mi i'land I 'hink-" {Sumi Sumi Island I think} You say with the toothbrush still in your mouth- Zoro finishing and stepping to the sink.

You step to the side so he can wash his hands and he grabs the deodorant- like with all your products he seemed to use prefer yours so he puts yours on instead. You handing him his hair cream which he thanks quickly and smooth through his mossy locks-

"Want a cup or coffee? Normal fixings?" Zoro called out as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Mhm!" You hum out earning a grunt of approval and spit into the sink finally. Yawning again as you were now starting to wake up.

The realization of everything hitting you. Were you two that comforble with each other now!? It felt like some marry couple morning- your face heating up as you simmered on it..

Sanji

Being on a ship was nice, but it did have some downfalls- One being the bath situation. For some reason there was only one bathtub in the whole ship- So you had to travel from a hot bath across the entire ship to get to the room you shared with Sanji- Freezing your ass off the entire way and wrapped in the thinnest towel.

Finally in the room you shed the napkin like towel and look for something warm to wear- already starting to shiver.

"Sanji! did we do laundry?" You called, looking to see you were out of all pants and underwear- Tsking as it was a bit too cold tonight to go full natural in bed.

"Uhh No we didnt- why?" He asked as he stepped back into the room and saw you still naked as day looking through clothes- staring for a bit before Grinning.

"I think what you're wearing now is a perfect outfit" He chimed, you rolling your eyes looking back at your gawking boyfriend.

"Yeah well this outfit I can catch a cold- Remember we are getting close to the north and it's going to be freezing tonight!" You reminded and Sanji nodded in understanding before a thought crossed his mind.

Sanji sighed at this as he went to your guys shared closet- Returning with sweats and shirt in hand.

"These are my favorite pair- BE good to them" He said calmly as he held out the very nice sleep sweats you'd seem him wear multiple times- fairly sure these were the ones Zeff shipped out. Smiling as you gently took it from his hands and kissed his cheek- knowing these were going to be the best sleeping pajamas ever.

"I promise I will"

Buggy

Show business was never easy- It was a constant swirl of chaos. Especially on Buggy's ship. So it was nice to have some moments were you and Buggy could just relax, especially after a hectic day or shows and making money.

So here you both are, Showered, out of makeup and lounging on the couch in Bugs office.

You laid there with your legs across Buggy's lap as you two chatted, there were random times that you and Buggy would absolutely say nothing in terms of conversation but just wanted to hear the others voice. Buggys hands stroking your legs as he kept his eyes half closed.

"Your legs feel different?.." Buggy questioned, still running his hands over the exposed skin-

"I didn't shave them" He seemed to nod at this and finally look at your legs to indeed see they were indeed hairy still touching them-

"Eh still not as good as mine- It's like a damn blue carpet" He grumbled flexing his leg as if giving and example. However he noticed you hadn't replied and glanced- noticing your intense stare at him.

"(Y/N)?-"

Rolling up you sit on his lap facing him and look over his face, he looked at you confused as you did this- Watching how your eyes focused in something.

"Stay still.." You mumbled before touching his nose, he felt a soft pinch and then you pull back looking at your finger.

"You had a blackhead on your nose-" He say calmly and show it to him. He scrunched his face in disgust.

"Ew Thats fucking gross... See any others?" He questioned and you began to excavate his face and back of any blemishes still talking about nothing. Buggy's mind however running over the fact that for the first time in his life- he hadn't felt worried about his nose with someone..

Mihawk

Mihawk is a cautious person- so he is always on his guard and prepared for the worse case scenarios. That I clues you in the first few years of your guys relationship- While he trust you there is always some wall built up to protect himself.. You understand and let him take his time-

You didn't even really notice since how living he was towards you, however as time went on he did relax around you more. Got more comforble with you around and It wasn't till one night after a relaxing date and time together that you both tucked in. Mihawk had always claimed to be a light sleeper, laying on his back perfectly posed like a vampire ready to rise at any moment- the slightest movement waking him so you learned to be still when he tried to sleep. Reading a book quietly since you weren't quite ready for bed, dozing off for a good 30 minutes before you felt a slight shift from Mihawk assuming he was still awake till-

Zzzz!!! SNORT Zzzzz!!

Loud deep Snores suddently rattling the bed like a damn earthquake!

Startling you, turning to see the man laying in the bed next to you as you see his face unattractivly shoved into the side of a pillow, his hair a fluffed mess and him on his side in a deep sleep. You'd never seen him like this before, you didn't know it was even possible as you heard another thunderous snore leave the man. It taking everything in your body to not giggle as you closed your book and dimmed the light on your side of the bed. Cuddling down next to him as another wash of snores left him.

Smiling as you realize this ment he finally felt comforble enough around you to deeply sleep- in a true REM sleep for the first time in probably years. It made your heart flutter and you giggled softly- Defiently a milestone you were proud of.

Even if it ment the snores.

[shoujo-wizard]

Hallmark movie AU steddie A/B/O ft kitchenwitch!Steve im calling it "Bewitched by Yuletide"

A!Eddie O!Steve

@lexirosewrites this has turned into a drabble oops

Eddie ends up making it big time with the corroded coffin guys, except after nine albums together they're not getting along very well. it all comes to a head during a long flight out of Europe back to the US, and when their private plane landed, the band had agreed there was no more band. they gave a final concert in the US. so eddie finds himself at a crossroads. he still had his money, he still had his fame, and he still had the connections of a rock star. he could launch a solo career, get writing a debut solo album, make the right calls to people with the right taste, he could be very successful for at least one album. except as eddie thought it through more and more, he just felt tired. he didnt want to write anything, he didnt want to play another electric guitar solo, and he didn't want to go through the promotion process. he didn't want to attend award shows, not even to host. the spotlight was fantastic, but on the flight back to the US Felix had pose them all a question

"do we really want to do this for the rest of our lives?"

eddie didn't want to. he felt adrift, not sure what he really wanted to do for the rest of his life, with all the money they'd made. then he gets a call from his Uncle Wayne; he'd fallen and was in the hospital for the last 2 days. he emphasizes he's fine, just ended up hitting his head hard. a friend is taking care of him till the worst of the concussion symptoms resolve. he tells Eddie his door is always open to him. so eddie books a flight and is in the small town of Hawkins by the next morning.

wayne gives him directions that are of little help, but he writes them down just in case. he pulls into the driveway of Wayne's farmhouse, and the old man is sitting on his front porch in a wicker rocking chair. he hands Eddie a coffee mug & motions to the other chair then the thermos sitting on the small table. so eddie sits to fill his mug instead of doing anything reasonable like turn off his car or at least close the driverside door. It has gotten to late autumn now. halloween is approaching. eddie drinks a mug of coffee in silence before he starts a conversation.

"do I want to do this for the rest of my life?" eddie watches the wind move through the fir trees.

"whatever you want to do, son, just know you'll always have a place in my life." is what wayne hums back.

Wayne is situated inside comfortable on the couch. his uncle lets him know that his friend will be coming by after he finishes work to bring him dinner. Eddie says to let this 'Harrington' know tht he'd like to be added to the dinner guest list. wayne just chuckles like he knows something Eddie doesn't.

even later when the sky is turning dark a new car pulls up outside the farmhouse. Wayne hollers that it's "steve and robin" right before the front door is bursting open to let in the cold air, and two people eddie's never met before. eddie wants to ask them to sit down, but then a broad shouldered Adonis with his neck wrapped in a pink scarf is moving around him to the kitchen as if he does so everyday. an alpha woman with a choppy bob is completely disinterested in him, instead she's sitting with Wayne engaging him patiently in conversation while the noises in the kitchen continue to grow.

eddie expects a lot of things when he walks into his uncle's kitchen. None of them could've prepared him to walk into a room permeated with the scent of apples. to see the adonis from the doorway without his pink scarf or coat. his hair is a cresting wave, and he moves assuredly around the space. he's unpacking several canvas picnic bags, which makes Eddie pause because he's sure that the omega in the kitchen had only entered with a large dutch oven in his hands.

they have a short conversation that ends with Eddie offering his help with dinner. Steve declines politely, but Eddie doesn't leave the kitchen exactly. he sits down at the breakfast nook within the room, and engages Steve in conversation. steve asks about the acoustic guitar case among his things at the bottom of the stairs. eddie blinks because he can't remember if he brought his things inside or not. ultimately deciding he must have. eddie admitting his band had broken up, and that he's staying with Wayne for the moment.

the four of them sit down to dinner, and then before Eddie knows it he's in the kitchen cleaning up with Robin. when they get near done steve walks in and starts the coffee maker. then wayne is shuffling cards, and they're eating dessert while sipping at coffee. then before Eddie feels like he can blink Steve and Robin r driving back to Hawkins proper.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about apples the entire night.

[there's definitely more to say about this AU..... but i think this is a good little set up tht kinda shows the set up]

[I might write more to this but i won't make promises. you'll likely all have to wait till the next Slick Sunday i choose to participate in]

[tpwk-formula1]

Cauliflower Crust poly fic please! Max Verstappen for Artichokes, Lewis Hamilton for Gorgonzola cheese with Alfredo Sauce and Mt. Dew (dom!reader) No dessert

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower crust sunshine x grumpy Alfredo sauce sweet sex artichokes "Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut for me to use" gorgonzola "Are you always this fucking loud?" mt dew dom/sub dessert no served by Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton

Max Verstappen x Lewis Hamilton x Grumpy! reader

TW mean! reader, blow job, unprotected sex, cum swallowing, threesome

WC

Y/N POV

"Both of you shut up please," I finally groan out after having listened to Lewis and Max bicker about who had a worse day during the race the entire flight. We still had another hour before we would get home and I was over both of them

"Quite frankly, you guys both fucking sucked today. It was neither of your faults it was bad it just was how the day went," I tell them very much over the day.

I was never a sunshine and rainbows girl but after watching both of my boyfriends struggling I sure as hell had zero patience, not for either of them, and surely not to listen to them bicker the entire flight.

"All I'm saying is you didn't have to start from the pit lane," Lewis added completely disregarding what I had just told them.

"You didn't have to be overtaken by Lando who started from fucking p15," Max shoots back making me snap at both of them men.

"Enough! Both of you in the room now," I shout making both men stop bickering at each other and slowly look at me before both of them scramble to get up and rush their way into the small room we had for privacy on the jet.

While the room was small and didn't have a lot of room it was perfect for the three of us to escape into after a long day. Most of the time it was used for sleeping or cuddling with the rare times it is used for what I'm about to do.

When I follow them into the room shortly after I find both men sitting on the bed with their hands in their laps not speaking.

"Oh now you know how to be quiet," I say while rolling my eyes and stepping between Max's parted thighs.

"You are doing what you can with that fucking car, but please shut up about it for once," I say before placing a kiss on his forehead and moving towards Lewis and standing between his legs the same way.

"And you are a 7 time world champion, no one is going to remember where you finished in Baku 2024, so you need to let it go, pretend it never happened," I tell him placing a kiss on his cheek before stepping back and observing both of them.

"Strip and on your knees now," I finally say making both of the boys stand and start doing as they're ask.

I knew both of them where frustrated and I knew it wouldn't take long to make them putty in my hands.

When they were finally on their knees on the bed given we didnt have space on the floor I observe both of them as they nervously twitch around trying to get comfortable under my harsh gaze.

I step to Lewis first placing soft kisses around his chest before trailing my tongue down to his cock which is already hard as a rock just waiting for me to do something.

I take one good lick at Lewis's tip making me hiss in pleasure but it still wasn't enough for what he needed in the moment. Before stepping back and moving towards Max making Lewis whine at the loss of my attention.

"No please," Lewis begs making me roll my eyes and flick his hip softly to tell him to knock it off.

"See how needy he is," I saw staring directly as Max before pulling him in for a wet kiss. I pull back far faster than Max would have liked but he kept quiet not wanting to be on the receiving end of my verbal lashings right now.

I start trailing wet kisses down Max's neck and chest, setting my hands on his thighs softly before I take him halfway into my mouth and giving it a long suck.

"Oh fuck," Max groans not expecting to get so much stimulation so quickly.

I knew how my boys were. Lewis hated being teased, if it was up to him I would already have made him cum. But Max, he was sweet and wanted the build up, he wants it to be slow and for us to take our time.

"S'too much," Max mumbles trying to pull his hips back when I start bobbing my head a bit.

"You can handle it," I say sharply when I pull back. When I look up I find Max staring down with reddened cheeks and a gazed over look in his eyes letting me know just how much of a slut he was for this.

"Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut for me to use" I add sharply making Max whimper slightly. I knew it was harsh and maybe even uncalled for but it all the more spurred him on. I think the thought of people finding out that off the track he was a submissive slut for his shared girl friend turned him on.

I went right back in to taking Max down my throat before pushing him back so he can lay on the bed.

"You know what to do Lewis," I snap at Lewis making his scramble to get behind me and pull the sweat shorts I was wearing down taking my panties with them. With the angle I was in he wasn't able to pull them off completely so he just let them rest at my knees.

"You go slow," I tell Lewis knowing if I gave him free rein right now we would both be cumming before I can even finish sucking our boyfriend.

I hear Lewis groan at the command but he still listens because the next thing I know Lewis is slowly pushing in making me gasp softly.

Once Lewis was all the way in he gave me some time to adjust. While I was used to taking his cock he was still quite large stretching me out each time we fucked.

When Lewis started thrusting I gasp around Max's cock making me whine some more. Once we all get into a steady pace I can hear Lewis whining and moaning trying to keep the pace steady even though all he wants to do is speed up.

"Are you always this fucking loud?" I say while turning my head to look at Lewis so he knows I was talking to him. I watch as Lewis's hips buck erratically before getting back on pace.

"S'so good," Lewis mumbled making me smile a little before I turned back to Max and brought him into my mouth once again.

I could tell Max wasn't gonna last much longer so I pull away slightly before mumbling, "Speed up Lew."

That had Lewis instantly speeding up his pace making me gasp as the brutal attack but I can't deny it felt amazing.

"Close," Max mumbled making me speed up my actions letting him know it's okay to cum. It didn't take long for Max to unload his massive load down my throat making me swallow everything he gave me.

Max's orgasm triggered mine because while I'm making quick work of swallowing his cum my orgasm comes out of nowhere making me instantly start shaking all over Lewis's cock sending him over the edge and cumming in my pussy. I rocked my hips slightly making sure to ride Lewis and I's orgasm out before he is slowly pulling out and laying next to Max and I.

The three of us are completely blissed out and basking in our post-orgasm glow.

[kentoxo]

Okay, okay, so...

idk if you already made this but I would be so happy if you do this..

Megumi x reader- teens. SFW

.Cuddling...... both Gumi and reader are like- grumpy and have a soft spot for each other (this appeared in my head randomly but I'm lazy to write it oopss)😭

yes! this is a nice wholesome change in the midst of my content. i will age him up to at least 18 since yk im imagining it (despite it being sfw i know!!) i hope this doesnt disappoint you :( <3

pairing: reader (f) x bf!megumi (aged up)

synopsis: do two stubborn people make them docile? no, but their chemistry in cuddling is quite the tango

warning: SFW, fluff xo

a/n: i hope this fulfills your req anon. i apologize if i didnt do it justice!

"y/n, please tell him something!" Yuji moaned.

You and the gang found yourselves at a small omakase restaurant near the mission you all just completed. Nobara, Megumi, and you came out unscathed, whereas Yuji was roughened up by the curses you all recently exterminated.

Because of this, he was currently victim to Megumi’s light teasing.

"I don't know what you want me to do about that," you murmur as Megumi casually gets ahead of you to hold to the door for both you and Nobara. When Yuji follows suit, Megumi enters himself, barely leaving the door open for the pink-haired sorcerer.

"See?" Yuji cries from behind. Nobara rushes over and punches his arm, telling him to be lower his voice as the restaurant was a quiet space. You all speak to the assistant up at the front, who guides you towards the room reserved with the rest of your friends.

Opening the sliding door, you're met with Toge, Maki, and Yuta. You all greet one another while filing inside. "There's a space by the window," Megumi hums near your ear. As you take your seat, Yuji attempts to sit next to you. But, Megumi quickly puts his forearm in front of Yuji's stomach, and stops him at his tracks.

"Nobody likes a possessive boyfriend," Yuji teases.

"Speak for yourself," you muttered.

Megumi quietly grins as he takes his seat beside you, followed by a cheeky grinned Nobara. "He's calling you a dork in his head," Nobara loosely translates, earning a stuck out tongue by Yuji. You smile weakly at the other higher grade sorcerers before leaning back against the window. Toge silently pours you a cup of green tea and offers it to you, in which you gladly accept.

"What happened to you guys?" Maki's eyes sift between you 4. "You look like you've been to hell and back."

Nobara gently rubs her eyes while speaking, "the curses were in an abandoned asylum. Supposedly a lot of gang and dangerous activities were being held here, and scared students often explored it to prove themselves to their friends."

"The rooms were endless!" Yuji exclaimed. "It was like a maze, it was horrible."

Megumi huffs, "the reason it felt endless was because you aimlessly entered each room even though we found a map." Your hand finds its way to Megumi's thigh and you give him a poke. He clears his throat.

Yuji crosses his arms defiantly, "maybe the map wasn't updated!"

"The asylum is abandoned, you moron!" Nobara seethed.

As everyone continued to discuss their missions, Megumi looked over at you worriedly. You had your eyes close, you were exhausted. In moments, you felt a warm oshibori on your forehead, and a hand grabbing your own under the table. You open your eyes slightly, noticing Megumi smiling down at you. He squeezes your hand reassuringly before allowing you to rest your eyes once again.

Making your way back to school, Megumi and you went your separate ways from the team to go back to his dorm. You changed out of your outfit and slid into one of Megumi's large sweatshirts and sweatpants. He watches you drag your feet from the bathroom and into his bed.

"m'sorry that you couldn't wear your favorite one," Megumi murmurs while folding his uniform. "I forgot that I left it in the hamper during my last wash." Megumi himself was also comfortable in a navy blue sweat set.

"It's okay," you whisper, pulling up his heavy quilt over your body. He smiles to himself from your actions, knowing how exhausted you were. "Come here," you say softly.

Megumi obliges, picking up the blanket before getting on the bed. He settles beside you, taking a moment to get comfortable. He looks down at you, smiling warmly. He pulls up the hem of his sweatshirt and gently taps your forehead. "Come in, baby."

You blindly pat around, your hand finding its way on his torso. You snake over to him and get into his sweatshirt, freeing your head in his loose collar. Megumi fixes the blanket to cover you completely. As he lays down and settles in more, you fix your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong arms embrace you, his hands running up and down your back. His warmth was intoxicating. He smelled of frankincense and nature. Though his collarbone was sharp, his skin was soft, and he was still comfortable enough to rest on like this. He gives you light squeezes, with one hand going over to your hair.

Gently, he massages the back of your head with little rubs of his finger tips, truly making you just seconds away from passing out. "You can sleep if you want," Megumi croaks, he himself just as exhausted. "We don't have another mission for the next few days."

"mmm," you moan exhaustively. He was your solace, his words imbued with care and safety. "Can we go get food later?" You whisper against the heat of his neck. His Adams apple gently dents your cheek when he swallowed.

"I'll get you whatever your heart desires," Megumi hums, squeezing you lovingly. "Now sleep."

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hey 🙋‍♀️,

First of all I LOVE your writing! It feels so wholesome. It's great. So I thought I could leave my two cents here maybe.

So the idea is Aegon is very happy, that his partner accepts him beeing a sub and that he loves their softdom side and he starts to build a healthier lifestyle all together. But Aegon thinks he has to brat to keep things interessting for his partner, even though he wants nothing more than beeing praised and be called a good boy. And maybe he had a bad day and breaks down and tells his partner, that he can't brat for them today and they are confused, becaus they never expected him to do it in the first place, just thought he was into it.

And then he notices, that his partner is not his mother. They will praise him, just because he tries and does not expect him to be perfect or anything and he really realises just how safe the safe space with them really is.

I just wanne cuddle the puppy and call him good boy. I'll be honest.

Again I love your writing. So do with that what you want, or dont, if this is not your cup of tea. Thats fine.

I'm happy you're back. Lots of Love. 🥰

Oh good lord I love this.

Sub!aegon below the cut with some non-explicit NSFW themes :))

My immediate thought is that I think this most likely stemmed from how in his childhood he learnt that a) he couldn't do anything right and that b) if he acted out then he'd get some attention. He could never seem to get positive attention, could never be good enough for praise. He used to try so hard to meet his mother's expectations and when he never could, she'd just ignore him or give him another task without acknowledging all the work he had done trying to meet her previous expectation.

But... when he misbehaved? Then he'd have both his parents storming into his room. Yes they were telling him off and criticising him, but he didnt invisible. It often felt like if he did something right no one bothered to even glance at him, so he'd rather do something more fun and have everyone working with him, even if they were working to punish him.

When he marries you, he expects you to either see him as a burden or barely see him at all. But you're nothing like that.

The first thing you do that makes him pause is when you actually just ask him about his day? The marriage is arranged of course, but you want to make the best of it. And when you discover how he lights up when you speak with him, and how gently excited he seems when you compliment him, you start to realise that maybe this could be something more than just politics.

Aegon falls into the submissive position so easily with you. There's something about the gentle yet firm way you speak to him that makes his little mind shut off. He relaxes with you, tells you how he feels, even dares to try and please you.

He loves being your good boy, loves seeing your smile and knowing he's making you happy. He'd be with you every second of every day if he could. You're the only person who doesn't make him feel stupid, and not only that, you're also the only person who can guide him without making him feel belittled. When he asks his mother or small counsel for advice they tend to scoff and seem disappointed that he didn't know the answer to his question already. But with you, you just smile and help him, and if you dont know then you take him to the maesters' rooms and try to find out together. He just loves how easy it all is.

At first he used to talk back and disobey to get your attention. But once he realises he gets far more of your time by being good, then he dives right back into being your good boy.

The issues start to occur when he's been good with you for so long that you start to predict what he's doing? You walk into your chambers to find a pretty flower on your nightstand for the third time that week, and while of course you thank him, you add, "Again? Well I'm awfully lucky." You say it off handedly, and you really are touched by the flower he left you. He seems quieter that evening but not so out of character that you get worried.

Then a few days later you're sitting by the fireplace in your chambers, reading a book when he comes in. He kneels at your feet, really wanting to relax and feel your hands playing with his hair. You do it of course, and you tell him how pretty he is. But you also comment that you should get a thicker carpet if he's going to be kneeling often for the sake of his knees.

To him, things like those comments suggest you're getting bored with him? Growing up he always had to switch out tactics the moment someone realised what he was going because once they knew, they'd always just use it against him or ignore him. If he was predictable, then no one would need to actually come find him and watch him because they'd all know what he was doing already.

Of course you don't mean it like that, but he doesn't know that. How could he possibly know that when he's been so used to the other way?

He has always been a bit of a brat with you, but that seemed to fizzle out quickly as he got comfortable. You're surprised when suddenly is returns, and even more surprised when suddenly Aegon is not only breaking his rules but almost gloating?

Aegon isn't allowed to drink more than two cups of wine if you arent with him. It's a rule that at first he didnt like but he grew to genuinely love. It was hard turning down the third glass, but not hard enough that he would break his rules. He'd feel genuinely proud of himself when he sees you afterwards and tells you how good he was.

So when he comes to you and tells you he had five cups of wine, you're honestly much more worried than you are angry. You don't understand what on earth made him break that rule. But, you have the rules for a reason and you follow through. He gets his punishment and then it's over.

He wants so badly to beg for forgiveness and ask for help and promise to never disobey you again. But he's scared that if he does that then you'll once again start to know what he's doing.

He starts to yoyo from good boy to absolute brat every few weeks, and you're getting concerned.

It all comes to a head one night when he retires to bed late and had been told off by several small council members that day. He wants to badly to just fall to his knees and ask for guidance, to let his mind turn off and let you guide him. But he did that two nights ago, and he doesn't think you'd be happy with that again.

So he tries to be cheeky and bratty and tries to talk back to you. Only he can barely even finish his first sentence before tears are gathering in his eyes and he's begging for forgiveness. You're very confused about what he's sorry for but he's in no state to tell you, so you just comfort him and hold him and kiss his head and promise him that you'll help him work out whatever is going on.

It's that last part that makes the damn break. He starts mumbling about how you can't help him work through this because he's not able to do what he's supposed to, how you're going to get bored of him soon but he just couldnt take having to disobey you.

Of course you set him straight and tell him that you love him, and that you'd never want him to force himself into something just to please you, you won't allow it.

He's so relieved when he hears that, so much so that he sort of just collapses against you, looking up at you with wide, misty eyes that show you how much he just wants to listen to you.

He's your good boy after all.

[comet-forgot-you]

repress

roommate!max fox x reader

summary: max wants to do your makeup

warnings: none really, r thinks theres feelings for max, tension maybe, r is kinda introverted, i think thats all.

a/n: roommate max series? i think maybe. anyway shoutout to the middle pic for the inspiration for this. 😁😁 ive also never willingly worn makeup so like, i didnt know how to write the process, I TRIED MY BEST do not repost for any reason

rooming with max was… something. her personality completely differed from your own. she was outgoing, talked to people without much worry. you on the other hand, you rarely left your shared dorm and hardly talked to people unless they spoke to you first. it was almost a perfect balance.

max would always try and invite you to parties, all for which you politely declined. she was adamant, though. there was no party she went to that she didn’t invite you tag along with her. she wanted to spend more time with you outside of the dorm, she wanted to see you in different settings.

“i’m going to a party tonight, wanna come?” she asks from her spot on her bed.

“no, thank you, though.” you eyes had yet to tear away from the computer screen. you hear shuffling from behind you.

“c’mon, you need a break from that, just one party,” max says. you turn in your chair to look at the girl. she was sat on the edge of the bed, hands holding the sides.

“i need to finish this, i can take a small break, though,” you mutter, stretching your arms out. she stays still, bottom lip getting taken in between her teeth. max pushes herself off of her bed to stand in front of you.

“fine, if you don’t go to the party, at least just get dressed like you are.”

“why would i do that? its pointless.” max furrows her brows.

“its not pointless, it’ll give you a boost of confidence. i’ll do your makeup and help you pick something out, then you can take it off like it never happened.” you roll your eyes.

“youre not doing my makeup.” max frowns.

“why not? it’ll be so cute,” she mumbles, crossing her arms. “just a little bit of eyeliner and eyeshadow, i wont go too crazy, i promise.” you raise your brows and max juts her bottom lip out. you take a deep breath in.

“fine, but nothing too crazy.” max smiles, practically jumping at you to wrap her arms around your beck. she pulls back, keeping her hands on your shoulders.

“go sit on my bed, i’ll be right there.” you raise your brows and shes gone in an instant, going to retrieve her makeup. you let out a huff, what the fuck were you doing?

max is back before you’ve gotten up, eyebrows raised. “get on the bed.” you huff, pushing yourself from your chair and settling yourself on her bed. she sits across from you, setting the makeup she had retrieved in front of her. she leans across the distance between you, “close your eyes.” you’re quick to listen, eyes fluttering closed. she cups your chin to keep you in place. something presses against your eyelid, eyeliner, you think.

max lets out a huff of air, letting go of you. “this position is to awkward, get up real quick.” you open your eyes, brows furrowed slightly. you push yourself off of her bed and max rearranges her pillows. “okay, lay down here,” she says, getting off of her bed. you crawl on her bed, positioning yourself against her pillows. shes quick to follow after you, swinging a leg over your hips.

“what are you doing?” you ask, hands holding onto her hips subconsciously.

“shh, close your eyes,” she says, leaning forward. you do as she says, eyebrows furrowing. the tip of her eyeliner meets your eyelid again, gently running it across it.

shes so close, you can feel her breath against your face, her body so close to yours. you’ve never been so close to her before. brushing against each other in smaller spaces, crammed together in a booth, in your car, sure you’ve been close to her, but it was never this close.

she rubs her thumb over your eyebrows, “stop, you look stressed, its just makeup,” she mumbles. your eyebrows relax, muttering out an apology.

her hand rests on your forehead as she traces another line on your opposite eyelid. she smelt good, her hands soft on your face. she pulls back momentarily and you open your eyes to look at her. she leans over, grabbing her phone from its spot on her bed. it takes a fee moments before she’s turning the camera around to show you how you look.

“do you like it so far?” its simple, but it fits your features so well. you nod.

“yeah, looks good,” you mutter out. max smiles, flipping the phone back to her. she taps a few times and angles it above your face ever so slightly, and in seconds the flash goes off. you scrunch your face at the bright light and max groans.

“dont do that, i want to take a picture, you look pretty.” the compliment lets butterflies loose in your stomach. since when did that happen? you roll your eyes, hoping your heated cheeks didn’t give your inner thoughts away. max repositions her phone, this time rhetorically flash doesnt go off, and she quickly discards her phone to her side. she picks something up, a pencil you think, and she’s leaning back in.

your eyes study her features. her eyes, how they furrow in concentration as she traces your lips. her lips, they look soft, and for a moment, you wonder what they would feel like against your own. her eyelashes were coated with a thin layer of mascara. was she always so pretty?

“you’re staring.” her voice is quiet and she doesnt take her eyes away from your lips. you wait for her to let off of your lips to talk, not wanting to ruin her progress.

“what else am i supposed to do? you’re right in front of me,” you mumble. she smiles, averting her eyes from your own to focus on your lips. she applies a layer of lipstick. your lips feel weird with the additional layer, but you do nothing about. you cant tear your eyes away from her, the way she stares at your lips. you know its just for the purpose of applying the lipstick, but you cant help but want her to press her lips against your own.

she pulls back again, grabbing her phone to show you the end result. “hows it look?” she asks.

“its good.” you can barely even focus on your reflection. max smiles, snapping a picture of you before pushing herself off of you. you miss the heat of her body the second its gone, you miss her being so close. “thats all?” you ask, hoping it doesn’t sound as desperate to her as it did to you.

“yeah, told you i wasn’t going crazy with it,” she stands in front of your dresser. “lets get an outfit now.” you push yourself off of her bed, going to stand next to her as she goes through your drawers.

your mind raced a million miles an hour. it confused you how many times you had thought about kissing her in the small amount of time she spent in your lap, pressed against you. you’d never thought about max that way before, never really allowed yourself to look at her, to think about her, but now that it was forced, you almost wish you would’ve sooner.

you shake your head, ridding yourself of your thoughts. you couldn’t like max, you couldn’t let yourself like her, if thats what was happening. you were pretty sure max was only into guys, and even if she wasn’t, she was your roommate, and you really don’t want to make your living situation weird. you couldn’t like max.

[absurd-ash]

Hi there about a headshot or one shot with Macaque and his s/o get into some argument over something resulting him saying something very mean to the reader. But could their some how be a fluff and comfort at the end where the two make up please? 💖

Heated Argument

{Macaque x GnReader}

You two would almost never get into arguments, and on the rare occasion that you two did get into fights, they would always be small, petty, couple arguments

Thats why you always found it odd when at some times Macaque seemed so frustrated with you

Little did you know, he was not in fact, frustrated with you, no, never you

He was always just frustrated at things that bothered him a certain day, most of the time it was Wukong, but sometimes his frustration could even be directed at life in general

But no, he was never frustrated with you, at least to the point he would yell or get in a fight with you

Well...on purpose that is

You would most likely be trying to make him relax, to distract him from whatever was making him so upset

As much as you wanted to help, Macaque wasn't having any of it

Giving you short and stern answers, not being vocal when you talk to him, just ignoring you completely

Whether you knew it or not, Macaque did this so he didnt lash out at you, it wasn't your fault he was so upset and frustrated, so he tried his best to be silent in his own little, angry, upset, world

Although, it didn't always work

whether it be that you were being too pushy, him forgetting to do what he usually does, him being less patient then usual, there was always a chance that he would take his frustration out on you verbally

he wouldn't be thinking about his words as he lashed out at you, if anything, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

"Macaque, tell me what's wrong! I want to help!"

"My god Y/n, can't you see that nows not the time? Jeez, sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve someone as clingy as you!"

You flinched at that, not expecting the sudden outburst

You would look to the ground as you mutter a small apology and start heading to your bedroom to give Macaque space

It wasn't until Macaque heard your bedroom door shut when he had realized what he had said to you

He immediately started to panic, bringing his hands up to the roots of his hair and pulling at them

He didnt mean what he said, he would never mean it, but you didnt know that, for all you knew, he had truly meant what he said, that he thought he deserved someone better than you

If anything, reality was the exact opposite, Macaque thought you deserved better, that he wasn't enough for you, and sometimes, those thoughts kept him up at night

He started to pace across the living room that he was currently in, still tugging at his hair, thinking about ways to apologize to you

He would then decide that just outright apologizing would be the best way and he then headed towards your bedroom door

He winced as his six ears matched up on your mutters that you were whispering to yourself about how "Stupid" you were for not giving Macaque his space....did you really think you were stupid?

He winced at the implications of that, that he was the one to make you feel stupid

He shook away those thoughts and then knocked on your bedroom door

"Plum? Can I come in?" He muttered, his voice soft

You muttered a small "sure" so quiet, that any other person wouldn't be able to hear it, but he's the six eared Macaque for a reason

He lightly swung open the door to see you on your bed, staring up at the ceiling

"Look- Plum...I'm sorry-" He began, but before he could continue, you broke him off

"You don't need to apologize, it was my fault..." You say, looking at the ground in shame

...You didn't actually think that...did you?

"What?! No! It isn't your fault, it'll never be your fault. It was mine I was-" You cut him off before he could continue

"What?! No way, it was all my fault! I should have noticed you were so tense- but I was so stupid and-"

This time, you were cut off by Macaque. But instead of speaking he only walked close to you and leaned down so his eyes could look into yours

He brought his hands up and cupped your cheeks making you look at him

"Plum, look at me. You are not stupid. It wasn't your fault. ...and if anything I dont deserve you..."

Hearing those words you start to smile until he says the last bit your smile turns into a frown

"What?! No! I dont deserve you!!" You say, grabbing his shoulders

A flabbergasted look appears on Macaques face

"What! No, no, no, no. I dont deserve you." He said slowly, as if trying to get it to stick in your head

"No!" You say, still shocked that he would ever think that

You both stared at each other for another moment before both bursting out into giggles and laughter over the whole ordeal

After you both calmed down from your laughing, you laid down and motioned for Macaque to lay next to you

After than you both laid in silence just apprecaiting each other's company

"...hey plum...i'm sorry. About earlier. I know I already apologized but o just wanted to make sure you knew..."

You couldn't help but smile at that

"yeah. I know Macaque..,"

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I'm so sorry this took so long! I had to rewrite this like- five times :')

Anyway, I'm going on a break for a little while. There's gonna be one more head canon thats gonna come out and then I'll go on break. I'll let you all know when I get back :D

[pinpurin]

STU(DATING)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pavitr prabhakar

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ when ur studying with pav then 10 minutes later your lips are on his

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ this was requested by @fish-eat-fish

“My brain is liquifying send help” you texted your best friend. “LMFAO I’ll be over soon” pavitr responded almost immediately.

You squealed and kicked your feet knowing damn well you didn’t need help and you just wanted to see him without being weird about it.

You immedieatly stood up and observed your room, even though you guys have been friends for a while you still felt the need to impress him.

You walked around your room kicking dirty clothes underneath your bed and hiding wrappers in your drawers, After that you took out your textbooks and homework out on your desk. A couple of minutes later you heard the doorbell ring.

Flying down the stair and opening the door you were met with a shocked Pavitr. "How did you open the door so fast" he chuckled "You couldnt wait for me to get here huh" He smirked as he walked in kicking his shoes off.

“Pffft as if" you rolled your eyes biting back a smile. "Hey mama we're gonna study in my room" you said to your mom who was in the kitchen. "Thats fine, remeber door stays OPEN" she called out to you "Yeah yeah” you replied annoyed

you dragged Pav up to your room. He couldnt help but smile as his hand tingled at where you grabbed him. "Okay so what exactly did you need help with?" he asked taking his books out of his bag once you both reached your room.

What he had said went in one ear and out the other. All you could do is admire him, from his hair to his body everything was perfect, Even his personality.

You remember the first day you guys met and he was on your ass about naan bread, after his rambling you had asked him about his hair, and when he insisted he didnt put anything in there you argued with him about gatekeeping.

“Ummm are you okay?" Pav asked waving his hand in your face. "UHM ye-yeah what did you ask?" He chuckled lightly at you and you felt your heart thump faster inside your body as heat rose to your face.

“I asked what you needed help with" he smiled at you. "oh right its uh over here" you muttered pointing over to your desk while walking over to it.

You pulled put your seat and sat down, right when you were about to offer to find a seat for pav you felt his body press behind you back.

You stiffened up at the sudden contact. "Okay so heres how you do it.." Pav told you, his face leaning closer down your ear. You couldnt even focus with the small space you had between each other.

You look up lighly and see your pencil in his hand while he is explaining in great detail to a problem that you dont car aboout. There was no way he wasnt doing this on purpose.

Best friends arent usually this close, but this could be your sign that there was something more between you two. Or your brain could be against you and feeding into your delusions.

“Okay thats how you solve the problem, do you understand now?" he asked looking down at you. All you could do is stare into his brown eyes in admiration. After what feels like hours of staring you finally broke the silence with a question.

“Can i kiss you?" you asked him quietly. He looked shocked before slowly giving a small nod. you leaned in with him closing the gap in between you two.

As your lips connected you felt your heart pick up and your body geting hotter, not knowing that he felt the exact same way. As you both pulled away for air reality crept up on you as you had realized what you had just did.

You immediately covered your face with your hands in embarssment, slightly scooching your chair further from him. Once again your heard that adorable chuckle before his hands pulled yours away from your face.

"Did you invite me over so you could woo me?" he asked teasingly. “I've never felt so honored"

“oh shut up"

ANDDDD SCENE, it’s 2 in the fucking morning and I have to work at 12:30 but oh well, we are SLOWLY but SURELY getting request done 💪🏽. Anyways I’m currently listening to sorrows by Bryson tiller incase anyone cares.

[kining-the-evil]

Darling, You’re The Luckiest Person In The Room

Summary: You and Johanna watch the announcement for the 75th Hunger Games

An: This was a Request, but it got deleted so i had to rewrite it

Warnings: Yandere!Johanna, reader has been kidnapped by Johanna, physical anger, emotional abuse, Alcohol drinking, fem!reader

Johanna had been antsy for the past week. She wasn’t an overly relaxed person as it was, but when it got close to the Games she got worse; and the Quarter Quell wasn’t helping. She was barely sleeping, Coming to bed late at night and being long gone when you woke up. When she left the house it was for short periods, and when she was home she was short with You. Given That She was the only person you saw, it got boring quick.

“It’s starting.” You called out from Where You were sitting on the couch. The broadcast showed Snow, already giving his bullshit speech on the Quarter Quell, how It’s a reminder of the rebellion and how the capital is strong and all of the other bullshit with it.

“Why should I care?” She had a cup of whiskey when she walked in, and despite her comment she sat down next to you. Normally, she would pull You to her side, keeping an arm tightly wrapped around you. But she didn’t today. Instead she left a few inches of space between you both.

“…and so, for this years Quarter Quell the tributes will be reaped from tue existing pool of victors for each district.”

Your eyes went wide at his words and Johanna’s body tensed. That couldn’t possibly be What He meant. The couch shifted lightly as she sat up next to you.

“Johanna-“ your words were cut off by the slight scream You let out when she threw her cup across the room.

“Mother fuckers!” She screamed while standing up. “How fucking dare They!” You just watched as she yelled, stomping around the room. She picked up a vase and threw it, making it shatter on impact.

“I win the game,” a vase is smashed. “I’m told they’ll leave me alone,” a chair is tipped over. “And They do something like this!” You jumped to your feet when she smashed a mirror.

“Johanna!” She finally stoped her pacing to Look at You. “Just…Take a breath-“

“I swear to god y/n, if you tell me to calm down I will break your fucking neck.” You fully believe her threat, immediately closing Your mouth.

She paced for another few minutes, mumbling to herself angrily. You were too afraid to move, not wanting her anger to be directed at you.

“Do you know how lucky you are?” She had walked towards you, looking stray at you.

“Lucky?”

“Ya, Lucky. I risk My Damn life to keep You Here-“

“I Never asked you too.” You pointed out to her. Her Hand shot up to grip your chin in her hand. Her nails dug into your face lightly, making you let out a small yelp.

“If i didnt, Snow would have killed you. I give you the best food from the capital, You don’t Ive to work, You live in fucking luxury! So ya, you are lucky.” As she talked, a bit of spit Shot into your face causing you to flinch. Her eyes were Nothing But anger, And for a Moment you wondered if you’d finally pushed her to far. But she just pushed you away lightly.

“And remember, if they choose me, who’s going to come back here for you?”

—————

Your eyes were glued to the monitor in front of you. Johanna had left earlier that morning, leaving you completely alone in the house. The first tributes were being picked, and it had finally gotten to distract 7.

“For the women…Johanna Mason!”

“No…” A single tear ran down your cheek as You Tried to proses The information. There We’re other victors, What We’re the chances She would Be chosen?

“No,” you mumbled agin, This time standing up. You ran to the front door, trying to pull it Open. It was locked.

The back door? Locked.

The windows? Every single one locked and covered.

Everyone knew what happened after being chosen. A short goodbye to any family, and immediately boarding the train. Johanna would be gone, and no one would knew you were here. The odds were not in her favor, and apparently they hated You Even more. She was going to die in the Games, And You would die alone im the damed House.

You spent the rest of the day going through the house, seeing what you could find. Johanna must have woken up early and restocked food for you. There weren’t any weapons in the building that could help you, nothing to get you out of the house. Did she really think you’d survive being locked in the house like This?

You grabbed a bottle of alcohol and started towards the living room when something banged on the front door. You froze, unsure of what to do. You couldn’t actually Open the door, so If They wanted in they’d have to break tue door down. But That was the next question, who was it? No one came near the Victor houses, and all the other victors were on their way to the capital.

You started to open your mouth, but quickly shut it. What would you say? You didn’t have long to think of an answer because there was a large crash sound from the door, and the door practically collapsed. You jumped back when 5 peacemakers stormed their way in.

“What’s happening?!” They didn’t answer you, but two of them went to your sides and they each yanked an arm back to lock together.

“Are You y/n y/l/n?” You nodded at the one who spoke, and he smirked lightly. “Well, congratulations. You Get to See What the capital looks like.” He motioned for the men to leave, and they dragged you along with them. From one captor to another.

[cottondo]

Hey babes! First of all, let me just say that I ADORE your writing <3333 I can tell you have a lot of passion for what you do!

If it’s alright with you, I’d like to request a Blitzø x fem! reader story. Preferably how he navigates a shy, sweet imp. I was thinking that they could have been childhood friends or something like that. Whatever you decide to do I’ll read (and love) it <3333

Thank you so much!!

aahww thank you sm lovebug🥹💞 I appreciate the kindness !

also,, really hope I got your request right?? I lowkey wasn’t exactly sure on what you wanted LMAO but I hope you like it regardless <3

Blitzo x fem! imp reader | navigate

The sound of your breath in a humid environment was all you could really focus on. Or, more so, trying to control it.

Blitzo insisted taking you on some stupid 'adventure', —if thats what he called it— and of course, it turned into a mission.

Why the hell wouldn't it! You didn't expect much less from him.

You particularly didn't care much for his mission work. Sure, okay, it seemed kinda cool sometimes- - but the,, almost double-dying part, was intimidating as fuck.

Keeping all your limbs attached to your body was really your biggest goal living down in Hell. It was easy enough to end up getting stabbed, maybe break a horn or two, or even end up in a shitty situation with some demon lords that rule rings trying to chase you down. Especially as an imp!

Maybe it was because you actually valued your death-life, and Blitz,, .. just didnt? But, regardless, you didn't wanna be here, doing this today.

A heavy hand rests on your shoulder abruptly, causing a small flinch to react from your figure.

Blitz leans in close, a crazy little smirky smile on his face. If the space between you got any smaller, you thought your oxygen levels would've been completely cut.

He managed to drag you into some hide out, a gun in his hand, army crawl position beside you in a long vent you two crawled inside of together. Shoulders harshly bumping against each other's to prover just how little space there actually was inside.

It was hot in here, and he was hotter, which only added to the uneasiness you felt in your chest.

"Don't tell me you're bitchin' out on me, y/n." He whispers to you, eyes focusing on your nerves. Blitz knew you better than just about anyone. And to be fair, he should. You two have been friends since childhood, so nothing goes unseen around him.

Your frown lightens, vision trailing to look back at him. "Nooo? I'm totally fine," you flash a cheesy smile back.

Blitzo's eyes roll, "Yea- ok, I'm teaching you combat, whether you like it or not, bitch. If youre gonna be working with us, you can't just sit around at the desk looking all cute and shit, everyday." He reminds you, "I need you to learn how to be more assertive!"

He thought you were cute? Ayee, score for you.

Your lips curl into a smirk over at him.

"As cute as I am, I can still be assertive." Now it was your turn to remind him.

It didnt look like he believed that statement. Actually, you knew he didnt.

"What happens when some dick fucker tries being an asshole to you? Pulls out a gun? One day I'm not gonna be able to get there quick enough to save your sorry ass." He frowns, some annoyance clear in his tone.

Your eyes widen, and your lips sound a gasp as you face him. "Oh my god- - is that the sound of you caring about someone other than yourself~?" You tease sarcastically, eyelids lowering casually again. Blitz turns away with a scoff.

"I didn't know that was even possible," you add onto the teasing, obviously getting some sort of rise out of him.

"Listen!" He narrows his vision. "Oka- you know damn well that I—"

His words get cut off. The sound of a door opening, and footsteps entering the room catch both of your attentions. You flinch when the door slams shut behind the figure. It was a short demon. Big horns, and an even bigger snout. He sort of looked like a dead pig. You cringe.

"Oh, fuck." Blitz smirks, raising up his gun. "This is too easy. You comin' or what?" His shoulder nudges yours. You give a dull look in reply. "Do I have a choice?"

"No, you don't." He smirks over his shoulder at you.

You follow close behind his army crawl towards the end of the vent. It wasn't far away at all, just totally felt uncomfortable being on your hands and knees in such a small space for so long.

Blitz quickly kicks out the vent door, and jumps down to the floor with his gun tightly in hand. Your eyes watch his figure as he lands perfectly in the room, alerting the demon who was on Blitz' kill list.

Damn.

It was kind of crazy how good his combat is. You know he has a lot of practice- - which does make you slightly worry from time to time about just how much trouble this job really gets him into. (And how much more it'll get you into if he continues to drag you along for the ride.)

With a small push, you slip yourself out of the vent, and land on two feet with a practiced swiftness. You've gotten enough rehearsal time to do small, crafty things, but you weren't perfect- - nothing like how Blitz was, anyway.

But at least you still looked good doing it.

The listed demon looks quickly between the both of you, Blitz ready with a crazed grin on his face while holding the gun, and you, with your knife strapped to your side, looking nothing as intimidating.

"Y/N! Grab him!" Blitz commands from you.

You hesitate for a second, "Blitz, do we really hav—"

"Cmon!" Blitz tosses his head back and groans, quickly rebounding and aiming the gun to the guys head before he got any bright ideas. "Lets dance, bitch!"

The demon, though all three of you were trapped in a very small room, does his absolute best to dodge each and every bullet. For a porky lookin dude, he was quick on his hooves. He managed to miss most if not all, bullets aimed his way.

You lunge forward, and tackle him to the ground like a tiger pouncing its prey. Blitz cheers you on, fist pumped up in the air as he watches with excitement down at you. "Thats what im talkin about, y/n! Now tie his ass up, we gotta use him as bait for the rest of them."

"The rest of them?" You glare in question.

His hand tosses you down a rope, which you had no idea where he kept it hidden all this time, but look up to Blitz anyway, as you struggled a little, straddling to keep the demon down beneath you.

Your hands desperately grab the rope, and you begin tying. Blitz insisted no helping, as this was his way of teaching you proper ways to hustle- - but you'd gladly accept it if he offered any.

First, you wrap up the struggling mans hands, then, you move down to his kicking feet. He managed to give your shoulder a good hit with his foot, but that only resulted in Blitz raising his own foot, and forcefully bringing the tip of his boot into the guys side. The demon lets out a groan.

"Damn, what the hell, asshole." You glare down at the demon who only glares back up at you through his groans. Your hands take the bandana from around his neck, and retie it around his mouth to prevent any sounds coming out of him.

"Great, now lets get the fuck out of here!" Blitz grins, picking up the hostage and throwing him over his shoulder with a small struggle. You follow along close behind, eyes checking both sides of you with some slight paranoia. It already came to the point in the day where you were very much over this job. Why the fuck couldn't you guys have just stayed in the circus business?

"Y/N! Take out those assholes up on the catwalks!" Blitz points to a few more demons that were going to be next on your list for the day.

While the two of you ran for the far exit, your eyes follow up to where Blitz was looking.

You spot them. "Got it!" Your voice beams, and pulling out your gun, you aim for the straps that kept the walk attached to the ceiling. One shot, you took the one side of the catwalks down, which results in the demons falling and tumbling down to the floor of the warehouse.

"Fuck yeah!" Blitz laughs as he uses the tied hostage as a punching bag for other demons that try to stop the two of you. He swings the hostage demon around, using him as his own personal weapon, causing some slight laughter out of you, to which both you and blitz were surprised about.

The demons you caused to fall, start charging your way. With a quick thought, you take out the knife strapped to your side, and get ready to use it. Blitz grins over at you. "Remember to aim for the neck!" He calls out from ahead of you.

Your smile brightens at the teamwork you both have. "Thanks!"

A hand reaches for you, but with a stealthy slide to the side, you duck under the arms and push the torso of a demon down to the ground.

This was getting . . oddly easy.

You hop over the demon on the floor, and smile brightly over at Blitz.

With you catching up to his side, your lips stretch into a grin as you open the door to the warehouse for him. “Did you see?” Your question was almost eager sounding. Breaking out of the shyness of the situation, you’ve actually gained a bit more combat knowledge.

Blitz grins over at you, throwing the hostage to the ground as the both of you make it out, and find a safer area to catch your breaths.

“Hell yeah bitch!” Blitz looked so happy, giddy, even. It was so freaking cute.

“I knew teaching you my way would pay off.” He crosses his arms, a soft smirk on his face.

Your face flushed lightly, the shyness beginning to take over just a bit. Your shoulders shrug upward, and the smile on your face was light. “Thanks,”

“I’m proud of you.” Blitz’s voice is quieter than his usual loud and obnoxious form, but you still catch it. Your eyes widen a bit, and staring at him in a small shock is all you could do for a second. “Really?”

Blitz looks flustered, so you decide to let any teasing go. It wasn’t often he would give real compliments. Even if he did know you long enough, to.

“Of course, fuck face.” He replies, rolling his eyes with a smile still stuck to his face.

You bump his shoulder, grinning just a little harder than before. “Learned from the best.”

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really sorry its not my best work,, just allot goin on in life rn but I still hope you liked it anyway ! <3

[v-ternus]

Dedicated to @iamthecomet, who got me back into writing. Im the anon from your box a day or so ago. Hope you love the brain rot that you've elicited.

MDNI

18+ . t!Rain and Dew first time. (cunt, pussy, cock, dick, clit for what Rain has going on, and cock/dick for Dew).

Almost 3k and I dont know how it got this long. Idek how to really tag this. Its nasty, full of yearning. Dew takes good care of our boy.

If you see a mistake, no you didnt.

-Vee

“It’s puff, puff, pass dude. Not puff and hog it”. Rain chides, sending him a jokingly accusatory look. Dew takes one more long drag before handing it to Rain and telling him to finish it off. A warm silence blooms between the two, enjoying the cool night breeze under Omega’s tree. Dew, Aether and Mountain had planted it when he retired with Terzo. After a while, Dew is the one to break the silence. 

“Why don’t we do this more often? We have the time now that tour is done. I'm sure Mountain wouldn't mind sprouting some more of the good stuff.” 

Rain doesn’t answer. He knows why they can’t do this more often. 

Being around you makes my chest cave in. I have to force my eyes shut or I would never stop looking at you. Your full belly laughs when Swiss says something dumb gets my stomach tied up in knots. The way your chest rises and falls when we’re laying out on the docks rips the breath out of my lungs. The warm stare of your pale blue eyes is blinding. I love you too much. It hurts that I can’t tell you- show you. Being around you without telling you is an unimaginable pain. 

Rain can’t bring it up. He can't risk ruining whatever they have. And besides, Dew wouldn't want him. 

“—Rain?”

Rain is yanked back from space to Dew sitting up, leaning over him. He really must've clocked out. It takes a long second for him to notice Dew’s hand right on his chest. The skin underneath it is on fire. It's too much and not enough. He wraps his own hand around Dew’s wrist and it makes sparks run through his arm. He shoots his head back and takes a deep breath. 

“I'm ok. I think I'm a little too high. You shouldn't have made me finish it” Rain tries to joke, to offer up a convincing chuckle, but fails miserably. Dew doesn't believe him. He taps Dew’s hand, asking to be let up. He leans himself against the tree and Dew follows. 

The closeness makes Rain more lightheaded than the weed. He starts rubbing the edges of his thighs, focusing on the feeling of denim against his hands. The texture is calming when he’s high. He looks over to Dew— his head against the tree, the bob of his damn Adam’s apple, the lines that make up that dumb face, the slender neck he wishes he could hold. It’s all too much. 

Before he can even register it, he’s bringing his hand up. It finds itself on the back of Dew’s neck, with his thumb caressing the skin right behind his ear. Soft. Dew shivers and his eyes shoot open. Once he realizes what he’s done, he jerks his hand back. 

I'm sorry, I don't know what that was. I'm too high. I'm sorry Dew. 

It’s all he can spit out. He’s ruined it. It's all ruined. He’s upset him. Dew doesn't want him and now Dew is angry at him. Dew grabs his wrist and Rain waits in anticipation— expecting pain or a push. Instead, he's quickly brought up to his feet by a solid tug. 

“What? Dew I—“

“Just come on Rain”

It's only a short walk to the dorms, but it feels like eternity. Rain can only register pounding in his ears and the feeling that his heart is going to beat out of his chest. They get to Dew’s room, and the door is shoved open. Dew is the first to speak 

“Are you serious?” Rain manages to find anger in the words somehow. He’s expecting the worst. The reality of the situation has sobered him up and panic is creeping in. He can’t live with Dew being angry at him.

“I'm sorry Dew, really. Can we just forget it? I’ll stay out of your way from now on. We do—“

His ramble is quickly cut off by the wind being knocked out of him. Dew, in all of his small stature, has shoved him up against the door. 

“I really hope you’re serious Rain.”

Dew’s lips find Rain’s before he can register the words. It was fast, their teeth knocking and sending the smallest cringe through both of them. But none of it mattered. Rain melts, held up by Dew and the door. His hands find purchase on Dew’s waist— fistfuls of his shirt. And he’s pulled lower, deepening the kiss. 

It's messy, hungry. It's everything he’s wanted and more. Dew is sweet— he still tastes like the weed they just smoked, earthy and floral, but underneath it is Dew. Rain swears he tastes like honey, golden amber spilling out of those sly lips which are softer than whatever Rain’s imagination could cook up. He tugs on his bottom lip as he pulls away. He can feel Dew’s gasps, hot against his cool skin when they separate to actually breathe. But it’s not enough. He needs more. 

Rain steadies himself and pushes off of the door, it makes Dew take a small step back. The small step turns into a few more as Rain keeps moving forward. Dew finds himself being pushed towards the bed. His knees hit the edge and Rain gives a final push, knocking him down. He sits himself down over Dew’s legs, placing soft kisses along his jaw, working his way down his neck. The kisses get harsher the lower he goes, he hopes they leave marks. He sucks a little too hard at the base of Dew’s neck and pulls away to a mark already forming. Dew is just as wrecked as he is– his hair is a mess, lips are a puffy red from their kisses, and breathy moans are wrung out freely. They only serve to fuel Rain on more. He licks a stripe up to his ear, biting it, worrying it between his teeth.

Dew whines. 

Rain sits back and stares at Dew— all pink with blush as he registers the noise he just made. It’s adorable, for lack of a better word. He’s wanted to see this since he was summoned. He’s wanted to see the fire ghoul wrecked for him.

“I'm serious Dew. Im more than serious.” 

Rain leans back in for a kiss and Dew is happy to let him indulge. He lets Rain pull him in closer, even though they can't physically get any closer. He lets him loom over him, as far as he’ll go. Dew reaches for the hem of Rain's shirt and gives it a tug. A silent request. The only response Rain is capable of is a quick please before Dew is pulling the shirt over him. 

Dew grabs Rain by the face, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. He continues down– his mouth, over his chin, down the column of Rain’s neck. He dips down lower, kisses his sternum, and drags his tongue back to Rain’s collar bone. His teeth graze the sensitive skin where his neck meets his shoulders and he feels Rain shake from it. Rain weaves his hands up to the nape of Dew’s neck, tugging gently at his hair.

It makes Dew bite down, not enough to break skin, but just enough to drag a moan out of the water ghoul. Rain doesn't know if he wants to push his head off or pull him in closer. Dew follows what Rain did moments before and makes a mirrored bruise at the base of his neck— reflections of one another. 

“Beautiful. So beautiful for me. My rainbow.” Dew barely spits out his praise before Rain is pulling his shirt off and pushing him onto his back. Dew fiddles with his belt, struggling to get his pants off. Rain– impatient as he is– takes it upon himself to start what Dew couldn't. He steps off of Dew to finish pulling his pants off and moves to take off his own, along with his soaked boxers that get thrown somewhere. He’s dripping desperately and is back on Dew as quickly as he was off. He lowers himself and buries his head into the mattress. He groans and drags his wet cunt over Dew’s still clothed cock. He thinks he could cum just like this– haphazardly grinding against Dew, hearing his moans right in his ear. He mutters something in the crook of Dew’s neck. 

“Louder Rainy,”. Rain doesn’t repeat himself. Instead, he props himself back up on his hands, and grinds himself down harder onto Dew. His dick catches on the fabric but Rain bites back a whimper. The drag is intense. Dew finds his hips and pulls them down just enough that a high pitched moan escapes Rain. He can feel Rain soaking through his boxers, slick just warm enough over his hardened dick that it’s maddening. 

With his head down and hair falling over his face, concealing it entirely, Rain finally lets it out, he nearly chokes on it. 

I thought you wouldn’t want me.

He sounds so wounded, ashamed. Dew brings a hand up to tuck some of Rain’s hair behind his ear, finally cradling his face. Rain leans into it with his eyes screwed shut, afraid to look at Dew. He feels so small. 

“Oh rainbow—“ Dew could almost sob. The idea that he wouldn't want Rain makes his chest tight. He’s wanted this just as much, but this is Dew. He doesn't know how to ask for what he wants. He’d rather wallow in his misery than tell Rain all that he’s been thinking- afraid of the same rejection. Afraid of driving him away.

Dew runs his thumb along Rain’s lip, trying to think of ways to comfort him, to calm his worry. 

“Rain, look at me” Dew tries to sound as comforting as possible, not wanting to give the ghoul any reason to find malice in his words. “Please look at me,”. Rain angles his head up and opens his eyes just enough for Dew to see.

“Can I show you how much I do?” 

Rain chokes on his own breath. Dew flips them over, running his hand down Rain’s side. It leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake but he needs more. He wants to give Rain anything, everything. 

Dew runs his thumb over Rain’s hip, inches away from where he really wants him. It makes Rain throb, he’s getting wetter the longer Dew makes him wait. “Dew… please. I can’t do it anymore, please,” 

Dew gives a comforting squeeze right as he brings his hand down to Rain slick pussy. Dragging his fingers up and down his slit, he feels Rain get impossibly wetter. He slips a finger in and feels Rain clench and flutter around his digit. Dew wishes it was his cock. His wish makes him realize that he unfortunately still has his underwear on– that’ll change soon enough.

 “All this for me Rainy? You’ve got yourself all wet for me?” Dew punctuates his question by slipping another finger in. The stretch has Rain rutting against his hand, desperate. Dew makes the mistake of looking back at Rain’s face– lip caught between his teeth as he tries to hold back his noises, his palms dug into his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as Dew works him open. Dew kisses under his jaw before readjusting himself, lowering himself to rest between Rain’s thighs. He pulls his fingers out and watches Rain’s cunt clench around nothing. Rain opens his mouth to voice his disappointment but is quickly silenced by Dew licking a long drag from his hole up to his cock. Rain’s back arches off of the bed. 

“Be good and let me hear you,” Dew gets his lips around Rain’s stiff little dick, sucking softly at first, testing him. Dew dips down again, lapping at Rain’s pussy before bringing his mouth back to his throbbing dick. He holds it in his mouth, he can feel how heavy he is against his tongue. Rain can only mewl, a litany of please and don't stop flowing from his mouth. His brain feels like it’s melting out of his ears with the way Dew is eating him out.

Dew slips his fingers back in and tongues at the underside of his cock. He feels more slick gush out, pooling in his palm and dripping down to soak the bed underneath them. His fingers curl and feel around, searching. Dew knows he’s found it when Rain’s legs clamp around his head, spasming from the pleasure. It makes Rain see white. Everything is driving him towards the edge, but this isn't how he wants it to end.

Rain reaches down and grabs under Dew’s chin. He brings him up and meets his lips and Dew removes his hand so he can steady himself. You wont be empty for long.

Dew hums and licks into his mouth, sharing the heady taste of his slick. Rain cradles his neck pulling him down further, he can feel Dew’s thrumming pulse. He drags a hand down, pausing over Dew’s pounding heart. Mine. He doesnt now where the courage came from, but Dew quickly ducks his head by Rain’s ear and whispers it back. “Yours, raindrop. Whenever you want. Forever.” It's a promise he makes as he roll his hips into Rain’s thigh. Rain ignores it for now and decides to drag a little lower to the silver rings adorning Dew’s chest. He tugs lightly, it earns him a gasp. He keeps thumbing at the reddening nub, toying with it. Dew moves back in to get his lips on Rain’s, to drown himself in his taste. Rain's hand reaches further, moving past the band of Dew’s boxers. 

He finally gets a hand around Dew’s cock and all he can feel is Dew shaking with anticipation. He’s hot, burning even, and heavy in Rain’s hand. Rain runs his hand down the length, giving a gentle squeeze to the base. Dew isn't quiet like Rain, not ever. So Rain touching him has him groaning into Rain’s shoulder. Rain brings his hand back up to swipe over the head and he feels Dew stiffen. 

“Take them off Dew,” Dew huffs and all but throws himself off of Rain, quickly pulling off his ruined boxers and throwing them towards the edge of the bed. Dew goes back in for a kiss, and Rain gets his hand back on his cock- twisting around the head. Dew is practically leaking, remnants of his water ghoul days. Rain drags his hand back down, spreading his pre over his length. Dew is larger than he expected, Rain feels a tinge of worry that he might not fit. Everyone thinks the small ghoul would be proportional, but they couldn't be more wrong in this division. 

“I need you Dew. Please fuck me,” Who is Dew to deny his pretty little siren? He centers himself between Rain’s legs, pushing his legs open wider. His pussy on display. He ruts his cock through Rain's wet folds, making sure to drag his head over Rain’s clit. Rain shakes with Dew’s little movements. He wraps his legs around Dew's torso and Dew picks up on the cue, finally lining himself up. 

He eases the blunt head in, hoping Rain is adjusting enough. By the sounds he’s making, Dew knows everything is fine. He slowly pushes in inch by inch, but the stretch is still enough to have Rain choking on his own breath. Dew leans down, “Almost there baby, just breathe. Such a good boy for me. You’re taking me so well.” His words make Rain dig his heels in and it forces his cock in to the hilt. The stretch is sudden, and it's harder for Rain to adjust, but he can only think of how Dew is reaching into him. Perfect. They fit together perfectly, molded for each other.

Dew starts with shallow thrusts, inching in and out. He wants Rain to feel it all. His thrusts get faster, more desperate, almost pulling out entirely before carving himself back in. Rain swears he can feel him in his stomach, with each thrust knocking a quick moan out of him. Rain starts meeting his thrusts, rocking his hips perfectly. Every thrust hits his G-spot and has him seeing stars. Dew brings his hand down, swiping his thumb over Rain’s cock. His eyes drag down to where they meet, where Dew is gliding into him. Rain feels his cock twitch in him. The lewd sounds of skin against skin fill the room. 

The speechless noise is interrupted by Rain. “Can I ask for something… please?” 

Anything Rainy, anything you want. 

He reaches down for Dew’s hand, dragging it up. Both of their hands rest around his neck and he squeezes Dew’s down against the sides, right under his humming pulse. Dew realizes what he wants and is dumbfounded, he thinks he’s dreaming, but quickly indulges Rain. He squeezes a little harder, and watches as the water ghoul’s eyes roll into the back of his head. Dew feels him clamp down harder on his cock. The tight and wet grip Rain has on him has him right on the edge. Rain taps his hand and Dew loosens his grip. “So good Dew, fuck– its so good.”

His thrusts turn into grinding his cock deeper into Rain, he manages to reach further and further with each roll of his hips. Dew tightens his grip again, just to feel Rain flutter around him.

“Close Rain, please... together?” Rain gives him a quick nod before reaching down to tug at his neglected clit. Dew steadies his hand on Rain’s neck for just a little while longer, just until his thrusts become a little less coordinated. Then he squeezes harshly, “Ive got you Rain, cum for me.” The gentle words prove to be his undoing, he goes rigid against Dew, cumming as he keeps fucking into him.

Feeling the coil tighten further, Dew is sent over the edge by Rain pulsing around him. He spills deep inside Rain as his aftershocks continue to wring him dry. He sags against Rain and wraps his arms against his waist, both of them sticky with sweat. Rain feels like a live wire against Dew.

He would be content to just lay like this for forever, listening to Rain’s heart as he comes down from his own orgasm, feeling his body against his. But he knows that they need to get cleaned up- especially Rain. 

They bask in each others after glow just for awhile longer, feeling each others breath even out. Dew is the first to find his voice,

“I wish you would’ve said something sooner,”

Rain places a kiss against Dew’s hair, and squeezes him closer. “Me too wildfire, me too.” 

[amelia-sturniolo3]

"What happened to us?"

7:33pm

"Chris" i say

Ignored

"Chris, we have to talk.." I spoke, but my voice seemed so small, so little.

But again no response

It always seems as if im speaking to a wall.

The past couple weeks chris has been slipping away, more than i would like to say. Chris and I have been arguing more and more each time we meet.

I know its usual for couples to have their ups and downs, but not this much. Not every single time we meet up. Or everytime we try to speak to one another.

"I think we should take a break.." It might seem impossible but my voice seems to get smaller and smaller each time i speak.

"What? Why would you say something like that?" He spoke as if he had been completely brain washed from the fact he acts like he hates me, or barely even looks at me.

"I feel like you don't love me anymore," i mumbled so quietly i thought he might not even hear me.

"What do you mean? Of course i still love you" he said, but i could hear it in his voice, the minute he said it. The hesitation.

"Then why does it feel like you always try to dodge me every single time im in your sight." And it was all true, he was fading away.

"Why do you always have to do this?" Chris slightly raised his voice.

"Do what?" I said completely confused on why he was dodging my questions now.

"Your trying to start stuff! Why?!" He was basically shouting at this point.

I knew i would most likely get frustrated during this conversation, but why is he?

"Im not starting anything, im trying to have a conversation with you, why are you getting so worked up?"

"Because I'm not trying to have this conversation right now, I don't want to talk to you right now." He spoke in a weird tone, as if he was trying to be nice but obviously failing miserably.

"That's my point! You never want to talk to me anymore, You never want to hug me, kiss me, or even look at me!" I shouted but it didn't help this situation. I could see his body tense, like i struck a nerve.

"I'm going for a drive, I'll be back later." He stated, grabbing his keys of the kitchen counter, then walking away. He did it again, brushed me off his shoulder like I wasn't important in his life anymore.

I opened my mouth to say something back, but he was already gone. The door had slammed, but it was so much more than just a door shutting, it seemed like it was mocking me, mocking the fact that i don't have the same chris I used to, the chris that would spend every second of everyday with me that wouldn't get annoyed of me, the chris that would come to my house in the middle of the night if i had a bad dream, the chris that would actually love me and show it.

After chris left i managed to make my way to my bedroom, shower, put on pajamas, then lay down to try and sleep.

But I already knew that wasn't going to work. I could feel the tears running down my face, i didnt even vother to try and stop it, it was no use.

Now I've been tossing and turning for hours, I grab my phone off my night stand to look at the time.

10:54pm

I sighed placing my phone back on the night stand but then i heard it. Heard him.

I was frozen in place as i heard him walk through the house, up the stairs, and through the hallway to my room.

There was silence for a moment before he knocked.

"Baby, are you awake?" He said so gently.

I sat up and walked to the door. I unlocked it, and opened it the tiniest crack.

"What do you want?" My voice cracked. I knew he saw my red, puffy eyes. And i could see his too.

"Can i come in?" I stepped to the side as he walked past me and we sat on the bed, with about a foot and a half of space between us

"Baby im so sorry for pushing you away, i know I've been distant. Nick, Matt and I have been in an argument for a while. I haven't seen them in over a month. I know that's no excuse for being disrespectful to you, and im sorry. Im sorry for being mean, sorry for causing issues, I'm sorry for being such a douche. I love you so so much and I cant imagine loosing you."

"You know you could have talked to me, right?" I said. "instead of pushing me off, i could have helped."

"I know and im sorry but I didn't even realize what i was doing until you said something earlier."

i sighed. I opened my arms for a big because i could tell he was about to cry.

He came closer and accepted my hug.

"Its ok chris, just please talk to me next time."

"I will. I promise. I love you so much."

I guess we all go through stuff, and we all go through things differently and i really do love chris. So one mistake cant be that bad.

Guys this is actually really bad but idk tell me if you liked it byeeee

[booklin]

Bidders x Preg! Fem! reader

Fandom: KBTBB

Rating: E-10

Genre: Fluff

Tws: Pregnancy

Notes: If I throw this in as a scene in one of my books and you happen to notice.. NO YOU DIDNT

Baby Files

You and the bidders had been dating for quite a while, things had gone smoothly. Sure, there were ups and downs but that’s with any relationship. All and all, things were calm. Except… they weren’t. Not anymore. Despite how much you shamed yourself, you couldn’t stop eating sweets. You had to have a sweet with every meal. Considering you rarely ate sweets, always self conscious about gaining weight, everyone was taken aback. In fact, their looks were causing so much paranoia you stopped eating anywhere near them. Only eating sweets in your room now, they didn’t fail to notice your other new habits, such as sleeping and becoming stressed over everything. Lately, your work ethic has been terrible, constantly falling asleep. Even your boss couldn’t keep covering for you anymore, alerting Eisuke.

“Okay, I think we can all agree Y/n has been acting strange.” The others nod to Baba’s concern. “She’s been eating sweets everyday. I asked the Chef.” Soryu adds, causing Eisuke to chime in. “And she’s been avoiding us. What could be wrong?” They weren’t sure, and putting their heads together didn’t seem to come closer to finding answers. You were frightened by this new change as well. What could be wrong with you? “Maybe you’re pregnant?” Your friend says after listening thoughtfully to you worries, then laughs. Though, you weren’t laughing. “Pregnant?” You repeat, spacing out at the thought.

Immediately, you rush out of the cafe, leaving your friend behind. What if it’s true? It would explain the cravings. And emotions. And tiredness. And now, a new symptom to add. Throwing up when worried. What a nice cherry on top. Despite not wanting to believe it, you, reluctantly, go to a pharmacy. In disguise, wearing sunglasses, a hoodie, wig, and everything else to keep your identity undetected. Then you grab a test and ask to be rung up in a strained whisper. After discreetly exiting, you shove the box in your pocket before sprinting back to your apartment. You have been spending a lot of time there lately. With what’s been going on, staying away from them, as not to explode or do anything else embarrassing was a must.

Anxiously, you rip the box open then, after drinking plenty of water, go into the bathroom. Shaking the whole time, you nervously wait for the results. Two lines… your heart drops, and so does the pent up emotions inside you. Sobbing your eyes out, you fail to notice the knocking at your door. “Y/n? Are you in there? We want to talk.” Nothing, yet the door was locked. They had a bad feeling, after debating on whether your privacy was more important than safety, Baba agreed to pick the lock. Though, Soryu is impatient, deciding to break the door instead. “Y/n, are you here?” They hear a distressed cry suddenly come to a halt. “I- I’m fine-!” Your voice shakes, barely coherent, it was hard to hide. “Y/n, are you okay?” Ota asks, taking a seat next to where the sobs came from, the bathroom.

“Yes…” Your voice becomes quiet, sniffling any residue onto the tissue. “Can we talk?” Shaking your head, you remember they can’t see you and manage another reply. “I don’t want to.” You hear a small sigh, the voice getting close. “Y/n, we just want to know what’s wrong. We’re all worried about you.” At the moment, you were tied between embarrassment and wanting comfort. Was it worth them seeing you like this? A mess? About to side against it, something in you that yearns for their touch breaks loose. Without giving it a second thought, you open the door before you could change your mind. That sight was shocking to see, on their part. A teary eyed, broken down, head hung, nose running, messy hair partner, appearing miserable as she runs out to hug the first person her hands reach.

Rambling incoherently, you sob some more, this time into Soryu’s button down shirt. “We can’t understand you when you talk like that.” Going on, though everything is heard in more of a whine, he manages to make out a few words, however not enough to piece together what’s wrong. “Why don’t we take some deep breaths?” Baba suggests, his tone gentle and face softened. Facing towards him, you quickly turn away, shaking your head no. “Y/n, come on, I know you can do it. I’ll do it with you.” Without hesitation, he begins taking deep breaths and eventually you repeat after him. Steadying yourself, you’re finally able to say all at once, “You’re going to hate me! I’m going to have to raise our kid alone and I’m not going to have enough money to support us, then we’ll be sleeping in a box on the street, eating out of a trash can, and drinking water from some old guys sweaty socks! Please don’t leave me.”

You become worked up, sobbing once more, while you shake Soryu’s body back and forth, continuing to plead. “Wait, what?” Eisuke says, shocked at both the scenario you’ve come up with and the news. “You’re pregnant?” You stop crying long enough to shake your head yes, then immediately begin again. “Woah woah, it’s okay.” Soryu says, rubbing your back. About to pick you up, Eisuke snatches you away, being the one to pick you up instead. “Baby, it’s fine. We’re not highschool boys, we wouldn’t leave you because you’re pregnant.” Ota nods before saying “And how would you end up homeless?” He laughs lightly, “It just wouldn’t happen.” Finally starting to calm down, you sniffle, rubbing your teary eyes before saying “Because I’ve been doing bad at work, and now you’re going to fire me.” Looking at Eisuke, he shakes his head. “I wouldn’t fire you without reason, and even then I would take care of you. Technically, you don’t need a job. You were the one insistent on keeping yours.”

You give a small smile, thinking about the memories when you first began dating. Suddenly, a hand ruffles your hair, looking at the culprit, Mamoru gives a small smile back before sighing. Then, running a hand through his hair, he shakes his head. “Just relax kid, we’re not goin’ anywhere and you’re not in trouble.” The support was all you needed to calm down, shaking your head to acknowledge you heard Mamoru. “If anything, I’m glad you’re not upset with us.” Baba says, to which you look surprised. “Why would I be upset? If anything I’m ecstatic. We’re having a baby! I hope they look like one of you. They’re sure to be beautiful.” Thinking about it more, finally done crying altogether, you show them the pregnancy test. “We should make the gender a surprise! Do you think they’d like bears? Or are bears too scary? Maybe ducks? Oh, I know! Cats! Wait, what if we make their room ocean themed?”

Going on about the endless possibilities with clothes, room design, and how great parents you would be, Eisuke sets you down. “We have to get parenting books! What type of parents should we be? We could be intense, strict, free-range, french, or-!” You just keep going on, and they intently listen to every word, the smile never leaving their face. After that they had you take time off of work, you finally weren’t as embarrassed to eat sweets around them, they were always kissing, holding, or hugging you, saying how much they loved you. Baba loves rubbing your belly while you sleep, and together they get you anything and everything you could ask for. Eisuke is no longer brutally honest about how he thinks you look. He’ll tell you if something looks better than other outfits, but never critiques such as “it makes you look fat.” Overall, they all turned into soft, loving boyfriends who are always worried about you and the baby.