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wonwayne · 1 year ago

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enha when you pass out on their shoulder ☁️

pairing : ot7 x gn!reader genre : pure fluff warnings : none! word count : 0.75k

a/n : because you’re irresponsible like that ;) no but in all seriousness ‘passing out’ here just refers to falling asleep, not the medical condition 👍

💭 heeseung

just loves the sensations of you

your warm breath, faint on his chest; your hair spreading across his sweater; your fingers subconsciously playing and tugging at the sleeve

does it melt him? yes, it melts him

it melts him so much that he can’t sit straight anymore, he has to surrender to gravity and cuddle with you

slightly surprised when you don’t stir; he’s like “oh they’re knocked out” and decides to bridal carry you to the bed so you can stay comfy for the night

tucks you in and everything, he is father™ material methinks

💭 jay

drapes his jacket/blanket over you so fast

and so effortlessly

gentility is second nature for this man he is a GENTLEMAN

could stay perfectly still forever if that meant good sleep for you

and does exactly that the entire night, literally falls asleep in that position he loves you that much

then wakes up the next morning and nags you incessantly

“you are going to massage my shoulder for the next full hour.” “why :(“ “because i sacrificed the imminent comfort of my bed to be your pillow for 9 hours.”

maybe he’s dramatic but he’s right !!

💭 jake

mm. would rather have you sitting in his lap but this will do.

does the thing where he shifts his body towards you a bit and plants a billion kisses on the top of your head

you better be dreaming of him

eventually gives up on offering his shoulder, just hugs you

talks to you even if you’re unresponsive, partly bc he’d be lonely otherwise

but mostly bc he thinks it’s the perfect time to confess (as if he doesn’t confess to you through all of your waking hours)

“y/n you are so so beautiful” “i would give up the world for you”

is it possible to blush in your sleep?? bc jake would make it happen

💭 sunghoon

is so so smug about it

like “yes. see how their head fits perfectly into the crook of my neck. (it’s not a question.) soulmates indeed.”

HEAD PATS

just strokes your hair softly and he’s so nonchalant about it

if you weren’t already dozing his pets are so soothing they leave you in a SLUMBER

might even whisper cheesy little things knowing that you won’t remember them

“my princess 🥰” “my snuggle bear 😁”

okay i’ll shut up

💭 sunoo

it starts with a side eye (when does it not)

somewhere between concern and shock, he’s all like “this is not typical y/n behavior this is not the y/n i know this is not my y/n why are they not alive hold up—”

does the two fingers under your nose thing to check if you’re breathing

you are, of course, and then he’s just like well 😶 clingy y/n era. guess i’ll have to get used to this.

makes a point to rest his head on yours “this will be a symbiotic relationship not a parasitic one”

if you end up waking up and for witty banter’s sake the first thing you say is “your head was heavy 😒”

oh you are setting yourself UP there

“baby your existence weighs down on me /lh”

💭 jungwon

insert surprised cat face

tends to be the one snuggling into you so this throws him off a little, but in the best possible way

makes it his temporary life goal not to move

nearly an hour in, his neck is begging to be cracked

he hadn’t even noticed how stiff he’d become, he was watching you so intently

he’s thinking about holding out as long as he can but then he’s like “you are not a child you can find yourself a bed to sleep on”

still wakes you up sooo carefully, and when he realizes you’re too groggy to move, he lets you snooze on his lap instead

the way you and only you can break his resolve UGH where is my jungwon fr

💭 niki

absolutely EXHAUSTS your phone storage with 127000 photos of you

none of them are flattering, trust me

“it’s like a polaroid love” um more like polaroid done dirty

drool starting to escape your lips? 🤨📸

cheek squishing into his shoulder and you look like a fish? 📸🤭

adores you through it all of course

i do think he’s less the type to whisper sweet nothings while you’re asleep, but only bc he’d rather see your flustered reaction and make fun of it

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spidercatweb · 2 months ago

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Feeling Better ★ Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: umm ok i fear there are a lot. Emetophobia warning (r does NOT get sick, i tried to describe it as little as possible, r is very emetophobic and freaks out), unintentional(?) s/h (scratching as a distraction, no blood is drawn), r has a panic attack esque thing going on?? idk she freaks out and shuts down (just like me fr), fem!bau!reader, hurt/comfort, a little bit of angst(?), happy ending with some fluff :). i think that's it? kind of established relationship with r and spencer idk...

Description: the team is at a bar, r is already anxious, it gets a million times worse when someone there throws up. Spencer helps r get away from the situation and calms her down.

Word Count: 2,227

A/n: reader is literally me, i wrote this for myself and i hope the other emetophobia girlies enjoy <3 if you can relate to this im so so sorry :( i know how it feels :(

The team is at a bar tonight, having just finished a case; it was a nice way to relax and socialize. The team - except for you and Spencer - all had alcoholic beverages. Spencer didn't really like the taste or feeling of alcohol, you had just never wanted to drink. You could have a fun time without it. You all sat around a big table in the back corner of the bar, enjoying each other's company. The whole team was intently listening to one of Garcia’s odd anecdotes. You sat beside Spencer, already feeling a little overwhelmed, but you were still having a good time. You smiled and laughed along with the rest of the team.

Suddenly, your hearing focused on another situation in the establishment. A heavily intoxicated man at the bar is telling the bartender how he “can handle another drink" and that he “won't get sick this time". You immediately tense up. Even the thought of the possibility of that happening makes your anxiety spike. You try to focus on the conversation at the table and calm yourself down.

Nothing is going to happen, you’ll be okay. You repeat this to yourself in your head. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, you cross your arms and begin tapping your fingers on your arms rhythmically.

Spencer notices the shift in your behavior, he notices that you're a bit zoned out, staring at the salt and pepper shakers on the table. He doesn't say anything, but he keeps it in mind to ask you later what was wrong, it was probably nothing anyway. You were probably just overwhelmed with all the noise.

Thirty minutes pass. You’ve mostly forgotten about what you overheard earlier, focusing instead on the insanity that was Morgan’s dating life, which he was explaining in way too much detail. You snicker and share a shocked look with Spencer when Morgan says something particularly explicit.

Slurred speech enters your earshot once again, the drunk man at the bar. He’s saying that he shouldn't have ordered that last drink. Disgusting. A frown appears on your face. You begin to dig your nails into your arms. Don’t think about it. Nothing’s going to happen. Focus on your friends. Nothing bad will happen with them.

It happens. The man at the bar gets sick. All over the bar. Tears well up in your eyes and you shut them tightly, your face flushes. You slowly drag your nails down your arms, digging them in deeper, leaving bright red marks. You need to leave. Now.

Spencer notices the scene unfolding at the bar, he knows how absolutely horrible it makes you feel, you've told him about it before. He looks at you and hovers a hand over your shoulder. You feel the warmth of him through the dizzying panic rushing through you.

"Hey, do you want to leave?" His voice is quiet and calm, only loud enough for you to hear, not disturbing the rest of the team. You nod and he begins to stand up.

You want to follow, but you feel like you can't move. You stand up weakly, forcing yourself to move. Still frantically scratching and digging your nails into your arms, because it feels like the only thing that will distract you from what's going on. You open your eyes and your vision blurs from tears. Spencer grabs your purse from the booth, making sure you won’t have to come back in for it if you don’t want to.

He leads you towards the door and away from the situation, hand hovering over the small of your back, "Come on, let's get outside".

The rest of the team looks concerned for you. Garcia stops telling her story for a moment, she knows what's going on.

"She just needs a bit of air. Don't think they'll be back though," she nods to what's happening at the bar, the team understands.

When you exit the building, you're a crying mess, basically hyperventilating, still clawing at yourself, not hard enough to draw blood, but you will if you continue.

"Y/n, I need you to stop scratching yourself, you're gonna be okay, we're not going back in there." He tries to make eye contact with you. You frantically shake your head, continuing what you're doing, taking in a stuttered gasp, holding back a sob.

"Can you talk?" Spencer knows the answer is probably no. You shake your head once again, confirming this. He looks around for a place to sit, "Okay... let's go sit down, there's a bench over there." He nods his head towards the bench, ghosting his hand over the small of your back. You start slowly towards it, he follows closely behind.

You sit, so does he. Your legs shake almost violently out of anxiety. The cold, fresh air does a little to calm your nerves, but the sounds keep replaying in your head. You try your best to busy your hands with something other than scratching yourself, you know you need to stop. You begin running your hands through your hair in a steady manner. You close your eyes and try to take slow, deep breaths. Spencer quietly observes, his presence is enough to remind you that everything will be okay. He waits patiently, not expecting you to say anything.

After taking a shaky breath, you whisper a barely audible "Sorry." You wipe your eyes with your sleeves then hold your hands together tightly. Digging your nails into the backs of them. You feel bad for pulling Spencer away from the rest of the team.

"It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's a very common phobia, actually. I read an article a while ago with evidence that 20% of people who go to therapy report emetophobia as a main reason for going." His fact is not very fun, but you can tell he's trying to calm you down in the best way he knows how. He glances at your tightly clasped hands, your knuckles white and shaky, nails digging into your skin once again.

He offers a soothing solution, "Do you want to hold my hands instead?" He puts his hands out for you to take. He wants to get you to stop hurting yourself, he knows you don’t mean to. It makes him sad to see you like this.

You unclasp your hands and reach out to his. His hands are shockingly cold, but the coolness in contrast to your warmth is calming. You squeeze his hands, a silent thank you. He squeezes yours back.

“Do you want me to talk? Or just stay quiet?” He asks, gently rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles.

“Talk?” You attempt to smile, but it’s more of a pout. It breaks Spencer’s heart to see you like this.

“Okay… um. Well… You didn’t drink tonight, right? You had iced tea?” You nod as he slowly leads up to a ramble. “And I wasn’t drinking either,” he reminds you, “when alcohol is consumed, the liver processes it into a highly reactive and toxic chemical called acetaldehyde. Which is actually used in plenty of herbicides and insecticides, of course, not sourced from the human body.” You can feel his hands itching to gesture along with his sentences. But they stay right there, holding yours.

“The liver then converts this acetaldehyde into acetate, which the body can remove by converting it into water and carbon dioxide. But when there’s too much, and the liver can’t process it quickly enough, the body gets rid of it, well… in a different way. That’s most likely what was happening to that guy in there.” You stare off into space at the reminder, idly nodding slowly to show you’re listening.

“So… he isn’t sick. It isn’t anything you can catch. You weren’t drinking tonight either. Nothing like that will happen to you tonight. Or me. We’re fine, we’re safe.” He reassures you calmly, lightly squeezing your hands. Your eyes flicker to his and you give him another nod.

By now, you’ve mostly stopped crying. You sniffle every few seconds, but it’s a major improvement from the sobs you were letting out just minutes ago. The deep breaths of cold air help to calm you as well. But your heart and head are still racing, you take in unbalanced, jagged breaths, still struggling to keep it fully together.

“Thanks, Spencer.” Your voice is slightly gravelly when you speak.

“No problem.” He smiles warmly, “Are you feeling a little better?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “the cold air is nice, and it’s quiet, and… you’re here. You’re always really helpful when I get like this.” You huff out a sad laugh, hiding your embarrassment about how Spencer always seems to be the one helping you out.

“I’m glad. I like it when you’re okay, so I’m glad I can help.” he blushes slightly. “And honestly, it was getting way too loud in there for me. I’m pretty sure you’d be the one bringing me out here if we stayed in any longer.” He half-jokes. You chuckle slightly. The last thing he wants is for you to feel bad about something you can’t control.

“So… I’m guessing you don’t want to go back in either?” You look down at your hands still in his.

“No, not- not really.” He shakes his head.

You both think in a moment of comfortable silence.

“Do you- Would you like me to drive you home?” He asks hesitantly.

“Do I trust you to drive my car?” You joke lightheartedly.

“Hey!” He laughs along with you.

“And how would you get home?” You ask, “Planning to stay over, Doctor?” You tease him with the nickname. You’re clearly feeling better.

“Well- I- I actually didn’t think about that, yeah. Um, I could...” He rushes to find another response. “Would you mind if I did?” he asks nervously.

“Spence, I wouldn’t mind at all. It would actually be nice, I’d rather not be alone tonight.” You smile, he mirrors your expression.

“Really?” He asks, “If you don’t want me to, it’s okay. I don’t want to be invading your space or anything.”

“Do you want to stay over?”

“I uh- yeah. Yes I do.” he nods.

“Okay, let’s go then.” You slip one of your hands out of his grasp as you get up from the bench, still holding his other. He gets up after you, politely handing you your purse. You thank him quietly as you take it.

You both walk to the parking lot of the bar, where your car is parked. After you unlock the car, like the gentleman he is, he opens the passenger door for you. The ride to your place is lovely, Spencer spits out all the random facts he can think of during the twenty minute drive. You rest your head lightly against the window, listening to him speak as you gaze at the outside world passing by. His soft, constant tone lulls you into a light sleep.

When he parks the car, he unbuckles his seatbelt and lightly taps your shoulder, welcoming you back with a smile. “We’re here, sorry to wake you up.” His hand rests on your shoulder for a moment.

You groan slightly as you get out of the car, “Why is being stressed out so exhausting?”

“Well, when you’re stressed, your body releases hormones like cortisol, which put you in fight-or-flight mode,” he starts. You walk beside him, sneakily grasping his hand with yours as you head towards the entrance of your apartment building. He pauses for a second, looking down at your hands. He smiles, then continues.

“And when you have high stress levels for a prolonged amount of time, it tires out your brain, leading to emotional exhaustion. So really, you might not be physically tired, just mentally.”

“Hmm. Well, I feel exhausted either way.” You huff out a laugh, leaning into his side.

He hums in agreement, opening the building’s door and letting you enter first.

When you finally get into your apartment, you realize an important detail. “Spencer, do you have clothes here? Or like, pajamas?” You can’t remember from the last time he was here, you knew he at least had a pair of pajamas, because you’d been wearing the shirt to sleep for the past week.

“Um- yeah, I think so? I think I left some here last time. Bottom drawer of your dresser, right?”

“Mhm,” You nod, “shower first, then bed?” You suggest.

“Okay.” He agrees easily.

***

You go in first, Spencer goes in after you. When he comes back into your room, he sees you wearing one of his shirts. “Is that…?” He points to you.

“Yes.” You grin happily.

“So that’s where it went.” He joins you in your bed.

You cuddle up to him, laying your head comfortably on his chest. He rests a hand on your back, tracing patterns lightly with his pointer finger.

“Are you feeling better than earlier?” He asks quietly.

“Mhm, a lot better.” You bring a hand up to lightly rest on his chest.

“That’s good.”

The beating of Spencer’s heart up against your ear, combined with the quiet sounds of his steady breathing lull you into a peaceful sleep. He stays awake longer than you do, listening to your slow breaths, making sure you’re completely asleep before he drifts off.

Thank you for reading!! <3

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namikawa · 11 months ago

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— [the perfect host]

featuring: s. geto, s. gojo

cw: smut, implied threesome, cunnulingus, implied m/m, phone sex (?), daddy kink (ofc), established relationship (reader & gojo), fingering, fem reader, chubby reader, getting “caught” masturbating, use of the word cunt (sorry lol), aftercare, not proofread fr, anything else i forgot lolz, pet names (mama, baby, pretty, sweetheart, love). wc: n/a.

notes: this is actually a fic my friend wrote (never published) & i re did it with two diff characters & finished it for her cause she never did… so if yall like it GO TO HER BLOG ILL TAG HER. this wasn’t my og idea i just wrote the smut and tweaked & added. but enjoy pls, sorry i haven’t posted in so long life has beat me up. @nvmjccnluv !!!

“so explain to me why i’m watching her again, she seems completely capable of staying in your apartment alone yknow.” suguru questions over the phone. it’s not that he hates you, but what if he was busy? he wasn’t, but gojo didn’t need to know that, he didn’t even ask to be fair. quickly dropping you off after handing the long haired man a small bag of your things.

on the other end of the phone gojo lets out a huff of laughter. “had a few things to finish up, she gets too lonely when i leave her at home so i didn’t want her getting into things. you know how it is.”

“i actually don’t, but okay man.”

“anyway, she doesn’t like many people but she didn’t seem to mind you the last time we hung out, you seemed like a safe option.” gojo continues, sounding a bit strained.

“okay, whatever, fine.”

“where’s she at anyways? if she was with you she would’ve jumped your bones to get to the phone.”

walking toward the the closed door in the hallway, geto chuckles before reassuring his friend. “relax dude, she’s in the room taking a na- holy shit.”

“what happened??”

the dark haired man places his ear on the door to make sure he’s not hallucinating, not saying that he’s hoping to be.

muffled moans greet his ears, but not muffled enough evidently. no, you wanted him to hear. he would have to pass by your room anyways, given that you two would be sharing a wall for the night. but him being on the phone with your boyfriend was just a coincidence, an extremely embarrassing one.

he listens to your soft whines and high pitched whimpers for what feels like days, though its hasn’t even been half a minute, paying no mind to the man yelling at him on the phone.

“SUGURU? ANSWER ME! IS SHE OKAY? I SWEAR IF SOMETHING HAPPE-” at this point geto tries to think as hard as possible to come up with a lie that won’t get him killed by his friend.

snapping out of his daze, he finally gets enough courage to respond, “yeah um i’m pretty sure, maybe i’m wrong, i think she’s uh masturbating.”

“oh, oh okay” suguru can basically hear a smirk he knows all to well forming on gojos mouth. “don’t be a rude host, go help her out man.”

what the fuck is he talking about help you out? he can’t be understanding that this is his girlfriend he’s talking about, right? on top of that, shouldn’t he be asking you for consent as well.

“are you insane man? i know you’re into all that weird shit, but her? she’d probably kill me before i even got close to the bed and throw my dead body out of my own apartment.” as nice as it sounds he didn’t know if you’d be okay with any of this. he wasn’t going to just walk straight in, right?

there’s a loud howl that comes directly from the other end of the phone. “are you really being this much of a pussy right now? i’m giving you full permission to go help my girl out, and you wanna whine about how she might kill y-”

“shut the hell up man, i didn’t say anything about being a pussy.”

“alright, then there shouldn’t be an issue with you helping her out. don’t sit up on your high horse and act like you haven’t thought about it before, i know just how those perverted thoughts of yours work, don’t you rememb-”

“okay okay shut up satoru, im going.”

pushing open the door, the first thing geto notices is your hand rubbing lightly between your soft thighs and how your wetness soaks the bed, clear evidence of how needy you were. how long have you been at it?

gojo can hear you so clearly over the phone, he might as well be in the room with you, “shit, is that her pussy i’m hearing? whats it look like?” he questions, but unfortunately for him he receives no answer.

suguru is too busy enjoying the view and listening to the pathetic little sounds coming from your cunt. his sweatpants are slowly starting to fit a little tighter than before, but he doesn’t make any movements yet, just in case you don’t wanna play this little game.

almost immediately your soft eyes flutter open and lock into his, and he swears he just came in his pants.

“sugi, please, it hurts so much,” you whine out to him, desperate for his veiny hands on you. your own hand never seems to falter though, only moving in more erratic circles around your sensitive clit; while your other hand is busy touching your nipples, trying to get the most stimulation possible.

knowing that you were just as needy for him as he was for you made the man’s confidence peak. he gives you a light smile as he walks closer to the bed, softly sitting down next to you. he leans over you a bit, close enough to where you can smell the minty, almost overpowering, scent of his shampoo. half his hair loosely tied up in a bun, the other half falling past his shoulders as he looks down at you.

“something wrong, pretty? those fingers not doing enough for you, right? don’t ‘cha wanna wait for your boyfriend to come back so he can help you out, he’s on the phone you know.”

his soft hands begin to work at your thighs, but it seems like it’ll never be any more than that. continuing for a little longer, he presses the speaker button on his phone, handing it over to you as you pull away from your core.

“can you hear me, sweetheart?” gojo asks, now finally getting some time to speak to you after being ignored for so long. “i gave sugi permission to help you out, okay? does that sound alright to you?” he utilizes the small nickname you’d given his friend, innocently coercing you to be good.

you give a small “mmm” in agreement. then, opening your legs, you grab at suguru’s hand and place it between your thighs, just barely touching your cunt.

gojo continues, smiling to himself on the other side of the device. “‘kay. i’m gonna talk you through it, just so i know you’re treating my girl right. take two of your fingers and stuff it inside of her, she’ll clench up at first but just keep working at it and she’ll open up, okay? maybe if you do good, you can have something too.”

geto lets out an annoyed breath, short, but just long enough for gojo to catch it. he knows what that means. what’s even stopping him from fucking you in first place? it’s not like gojo would know. but as he looks into your pleading eyes he realizes he’d do anything to make sure you’re content and happy.. even if that means listening to satoru’s perverted requests.

his fingers slide down to rub at your clit just a bit, before burying his pointer and ring finger deep into your cunt, you clench so tight around him, it makes him feel like he’s dreaming the way your teeth suck at your bottom lip attempting to hide your whines.

“cmon pretty, open up for me. promise i’ll make you feel good, okay?”

a throaty whimper slides from between your lips as geto’s fingers work you open. “‘s good sugi, please like that more.” you scoot down a little more, chasing his fingers to get even just a little more stimulation.

“next you’re gonna press on her clit, just a little though she’s a sensitive little thing.” gojo groans out, it’s obvious he’s taken a break from his work to focus on… other things.

“yeah yeah, i know how to use my fingers, asshole.” suguru voices, clearly annoyed. although, he still abides by the instructions and moves his thumb to press on your clit just a tiny bit. your back arches away from his fingers almost immediately, like a natural instinct, he grabs your plush hips with his other hand, pulling you back down. “nuh uh, c’mere sweet girl, you wanted my help you’re gonna get it.”

his delicate fingers curve upward into you and you feel as if you’re floating on cloud nine, the way he flicks them at just the right speed while managing to hold you down and deepen his movements. it’s all too much for him you.

the sound of gojo’s voice breaks geto out of his daze, “fuck, i gotta go suguru. i know you’ll take care of her. i’m gonna have to cut this shit short, i’ll try to come back later tonight instead of tomorrow morning. love you guys, love you baby, be good for sugi okay?” geto’s eyes immediately flicker to yours, and you see just a little bit of what you think could be fear, or excitement, in his eyes.

“bye daddy, love you too.” you whine out, hearing a quick click before the call ends.

“daddy?” he questions. “knew he was into some shit, didn’t know you were too, sweet girl. you’re too pretty and innocent, or at least you put up a good act.” his fingers slide out of you as he snickers, not ignoring the way you pout at the loss of stimuli.

“nah, not gonna leave you here all needy don’t worry mama, just gonna do it my way, that sound good to you?” geto grabs you by your hips as you choke out a small “yea”, pushing you closer to the headboard of the bed. he fully removes his hair tie and throws all of it up into a bun, swiftly grabbing your underwear and pulling it off.

you look down at him as he crawls closer to you on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs and closing them around his head. you feel his fingers spread your cunt apart, licking a long stripe onto you. your body tenses up, and on instinct your hand finds its way into suguru’s hair, tugging lightly. his head perks up at you, smiling, but eventually just deciding to leave you be.

his tongue swipes over your clit, taking small breaths occasionally as he tastes your cunt. neither one of you know who this is really for at this point. he’s supposed to be ‘helping you’ but with the tent growing in his sweats he might as well be doing this for his own pleasure instead. you continue to take harsh pulls at his dark strands, so unfamiliar to you. mostly with satoru you opted for scratching at his shoulders or gripping at the sheets due to the length he kept his hair, but this, this was something you could get used to.

“sugi please, m so close, want it so bad, need you to make me cum.” you cry out, loving the way his nose rubs against your clit as he licks.

he doesn’t say anything, he can’t really, but you know he understands. he grips your thighs tighter, licking the same way as before, occasionally sucking at your clit, and before you know it you’re squirming all over his face as that familiar feeling rushes over you.

the only thing that suguru could make out of your cries were “thank you”, “so good”, and “daddy”? he wasn’t sure if you were calling him daddy or if you wanted gojo, but at this point it didn’t really matter to him. he pleased you and that’s all he needed to make him feel better.

as he lifted his head up from your pussy he could already tell how tired you were getting, he immediately grabbed you a change of clothes that gojo had packed and cleaned you up with a wet washcloth. “everything okay, mama? need anything?” your eyes strain open and you smile at the man standing above you, “i’m okay, thank you for your help. will you stay?” you could tell that he genuinely cared for you, and was worried he had done something wrong by the tone in his voice. him staying was more for him rather than yourself, not that you were complaining.

he pulled off his shirt as he crawled into bed next to you. grabbing his phone from the bedside table he saw that gojo had sent him a message.

“i’ll take care of you both when i’m back, cause i’m betting you didn’t take anything for yourself. see you both soon ;)”

suguru chuckled to himself at the message from his friend, looking down at you peacefully sleeping on his chest. maybe he could get used to something like this? but for now, he’s content.

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dilf-luvr-4evr · 4 months ago

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Husband! & Dad!Arthur Morgan headcanons!! idk about this but some people seemed to love the one where reader is pregnant so 👉🏼👈🏼 thank you!!! <3

no warnings, just fluff, mentions of Christianity, f!Reader

from the way he talked to the bath girls, it seems like he’s someone who’d talk to you about how hard his day has been :( he secretly likes to be babied fr!!!

might not be used to having someone listen to him yap at first with his “alright, I’ll shut up now.” But you INSIST on hearing his crazy stories and he smiles, tries to keep going even though he feels bad.

that was the beginning of the relationship. Now he goes straight home to you all, “honey, you would never believe-” and you could tell the gossip is gonna be juicy.

Arthur “loyal” Morgan getting blackout drunk and rejecting you because he’s married. I need him desperately.

“You must have a feller,” he smirks, eyes half lidded and his ‘r’s all slurred.

“Mhm, I do. A very handsome one too,” you played along.

“I got a beautiful wife m’self,” he smiles wide, leaning forward and almost falling. “I’d marry you if I didn’t.”

though you aren’t religious, you tell Arthur that you end up quite lucky in life because you were christened as a baby. You asked him if your baby could go through christening as well, wanting them to have a good start in life with protection from God.

he was still paying off his bounties at the time. Seeing his fate in the past, he decided to agree.

“What the hell, why not,” he said, surprising you. “As long as it ain’t done by Swanson.” He needs all the luck he could get.

HIM AS A GIRL DAD OUGHHHH

I feel like he gets these spontaneous outbursts sometimes? He can be a lil grumpy but his baby daughter would definitely soften that.

imagine him suddenly getting angry at something she did and she starts crying :( it would ABSOLUTELY break his heart and he’d panic every time :(((

“I’m sorry alright? I’m sorry baby girl..” “y’know I didn’t mean that right?” “Please stop crying darlin’ :(”

might also make her cry from his awful, terrible teasing and his stupid “oh c’mon, I’m just messin’ with ya!” He’s so mean sometimes booo

speaking of mean, I just know he’d be the sassiest, judgiest, snarkiest man when his daughter brings home a partner. Imagine the Kieran treatment…………

maybe not if it’s a girlfriend. If it’s a boyfriend? Poor guy will have to prove himself good enough for Arthur’s baby!!!

don’t worry, he’ll soften up when he remembers how he used to be treated by Mary’s dad HAHA

the Morgan house probably has lots of pets! I don’t think he would mind the strays that you and the kids just randomly bring home.

he’d just call them “girl” or “boy” (boah!) and you’d have to fix him or all of them comes over at the same time.

he probably draws his family a lot or takes pictures!!! All of his family’s photos on the walls, by his bedside table, in his journal for when he travels :(((((((

he would only travel when he needs to! Gets very anxious and worried and tries to go home as quick as possible even if it means not sleeping :(

he can sleep later in your arms for as long as you’d let him anyway!!! (Secretly a small spoon sometimes, deal with it)

the biggest sigh of relief when he hears his family welcoming him, when he sees them running to him, when he feels them hugging him (I’m sobbing)

from how the girls at camp make him take them somewhere or get them things, you can tell he’s probably gonna be such a pushover for his little family omg

you can ask him to do the craziest things you could think of (he’s done much worse anyway!!!) but this time his payment is just one “please?” And he would do just about anything for his family :(

he’d never admit it — not even to himself — but your smiles are more rewarding than any money he’s ever received <3

my masterlist

thank you for reading!! 🫶🏼

#can you tell I fantasize about marrying him a lot #HE DESERVES THIS GUYS :(#arthur morgan lives happily ever after in my mind #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #rdr2 community #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan rdr2 #rdr2 arthur #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption arthur #red dead fandom #red dead redemption two

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4only1 · 7 months ago

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Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Yamazaki Shingen x Reader *Requested* Word Count: 717 Warning: You die Masterlist

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Shingen Yamazaki didn’t understand why a meeting was called. He was in a catatonic state ever since he lost against Gapryong Kim, he didn’t care much for what this meeting entailed. That was, until you walked out, bare-footed and dressed in a simple white kimono. Your hair was down and hands clasped in front of each other.

You had always been his favourite, and although he never said it outloud, his actions made it obvious. He called for you the most compared to the other mistresses, and you were the only one allowed to walk by his side, hold onto his arm, and keep your head high when others had to bow.

He hadn’t seen you since before he lost to Gapryong, too depressed to even call for you, his favourite. His mind was wondering what you would be doing at a meeting, it would have been normal if he called for you to sit on his lap and show you off, but that wasn’t the case this time.

You kneeled to the ground, bowing at all the members in front of you. You didn’t have to, he told you to only bow when he asked and he didn’t, so why were you disobeying him? His eyes lingered on your face, were there tear stains on your cheeks? His eyes moved towards your plush lips as you spoke, he loved those lips, but right now, he hated the words coming out of them.

“I, (Y/N) (L/N), have sinned. My actions have been one of a temptress, and I have distracted the great leader, causing him to be defeated.” Your forehead moved to touch the floor, eyes shut tightly, praying in your head that it would be quick. You heard footsteps approach behind you, your executioner.

Shingen didn’t understand your words. You never sinned, you never distracted him, you are lying. Who told you to bow? Who told you to lie in front of him? Were you trying to get a rise out of him? If he wasn’t so lethargic right now, it might have worked. He would have stood up and moved towards you, grabbing you harshly and dragging you out to punish you. He wouldn’t have cared if your feet became scraped, or he pulled out strands of hair as he dragged you away, he just needed the absurd lies to stop.

However, the lies continued to pour from your mouth.

“Please great leader, Shingen Yamazaki” You never called him that. “Please forgive me for tempting you with my body and allowing you to end up like this." You didn't do this to him. "I was never worthy of the affection you gave me. I wasted your precious time and wilted away your liveliness. For those sins I shall pay with my life.” You weren't allowed to say that!

You move your head away from the floor, looking straight ahead. The last scene, a curtain call if you will. You knew it was dangerous, but that was the appeal, the reason you even slightly fell for this man. Maybe, maybe if things had been different, maybe then…..no. No point in thinking of what will never be, instead, you focus on dying without fear. You couldn’t give the rest of them what they wanted, you begging to live. No! This was your big goodbye, one to be remembered by.

You hear a movement behind you, no doubt the executioner ready to deliver his fatal blow. Your eyes locked with Shingen’s, his body doesn’t react, and neither do his eyes. Your eyes don’t leave him until the blow is dealt. Your prayers were answered, it was painless, all you feel now is a sense of drowsiness. As your senses begin to leave, you swear, you hear a mumble of words directed towards you, as everything becomes dark.

Shingen looks at you, as the executioner deals the killing blow. You fall forward, some of your blood lands so far it reaches him. He can’t take his eyes off your body, you were every bit the woman he expected you to be, not giving others what they expected. For the first time since he fell into his catatonic state, he spoke. It was more of a mumble for words to everyone, but you understood the meaning, he knew you did.

“Thnks fr th mmrs”

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I kinda like this one more than the other one I did on him. I'm such a fan of killing off characters in stories, so that might be why. 🤭

I didn't think the newest chapter would affect anything in this story, but I still wanted to read it before releasing this. Probably a million spelling errors but we can ignore that, this community doesn't have enough fanfics in it for you to be complaining.

@ayashi-hime

#lookism #lookism spoilers #lookism x reader #shingen yamazaki #yamazaki clan #yamazaki shingen

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slowdrawl · 2 months ago

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Whiskey and Want |dbf!Joel x f!reader| | 18+ MINORS DNI | {series masterlist}

Chapter 3: Miller Lite | wordcount | 3.4k {TLOU AU, modern-ish, no outbreak, Sarah lives!} series chapters: one. two.

| a/n| Hey y’all—Chapter 3’s where Bird really starts stirring the pot, and Joel’s already regretting his life choices. This one’s got bar fights, drunk texts, and that dbf!Joel tension we’re all here for. Thanks for sticking with me. hope you enjoy the mess! Let me know what you think, and buckle up for where this shitshow’s headed. xoxo “Before long, you find yourself back in the center of it. The band plays something jazzy, a sensual-sounding R&B track that makes you forget the person grinding up against your ass is Tommy Miller. At this moment, you’d rather keep him on you than anywhere else in the bar starting a fight, so you let it happen. Joel reads your last message and, as he shifts the truck into drive and heads over to Sam’s, curses at himself when he feels his cock twitch.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ only, minors DNI, slow burn, forbidden romance, angst, yearning, Alcohol consumption, drunken behavior, mild violence (brief altercation), sexual tension, suggestive dancing, age gap dynamics, strong language, reckless behavior. series warnings after the fic. reader uses she/her pronouns and has hair. no major physical descriptions of the reader. no use of y/n but has the nickname Bird, Birdie, etc. reader has a backstory.

“Where are you headed off to looking like that?” your dad asks as you head toward the front door. He’s sprawled on the couch with Joel, both nursing beers, the TV droning some game. Joel’s eyes flick up from the screen, catching yours. Dark, quiet, like last night still lingers. “Lookin’ sharp, Bird,” he mutters, voice low, then looks away fast, like he’s scared to hold it. You’d kill for him to say more, not let you slip out that door, but you just turn around to face him and shrug your shoulders.

“Karlie and Mel asked if I wanted to go to the bar. I figure I can’t keep blowing them off to hang out on the couch with you two.” You gesture between him and Joel.

Your dad clutches his chest jokingly.

“Ouch, thanks, that hurt,” he says in a fake pained voice.

“Sorry, old man, I gotta get my fun in while I can, you know?” You laugh.

He nods his head and hums.

“Okay, well, just don’t stay out too late. If you need a ride home, text me, okay, Bird?”

“Yes, sir. I should be back before 2, but I’ll keep you posted. Love you!” you promise as you walk out the door, heels clacking on the hardwood.

The air is thick and warm outside, instantly making you feel sticky—the humidity in the south was something you hadn’t missed one bit while you were away at school. You spot Karlie in the passenger seat of a yellow taxi cab at the end of your driveway.

“Smart girl,” you whisper to yourself as you walk up to the car and hop in.

“Hey, baby! Where are we going tonight?” you ask.

“It’s a surprise!” Karlie replies, twisting her body in the seat to smirk back at you.

“Sam’s it is,” you nod and smile right back at her.

Sam’s Town Point isn’t the worst dive bar in town, but it certainly isn’t the nicest either. The owners hadn’t done a lick of renovations since the seventies, giving it an almost nostalgic, hanging-out-in-your-grandparents’-basement vibe that’s somehow endearing. The pros outweigh the cons for you—the food is alright, drinks are cheap, and they always have a band playing regardless of the day of the week. Sure, the decor is dated, it smells like stale cigarettes, and the health inspector probably gets paid to not shut the place down, but it’s better than any of the newer hipster joints in the city. Austin is filled with unnecessarily bougie speakeasies and clubs, always crawling with douchey university students and even douchier has-beens from your past.

You’d pick Sam’s over any of those joints any day, just to avoid getting hit on by some gym bro named Chad going to school for business with his daddy’s money, or some kid from biology class who’d drunkenly claim he always had a crush on you in school.

You stare out the window as you make the drive into the city, refamiliarizing yourself with home, taking notice of how much it had changed just in the last year alone.

You pull up to the bar, and Karlie hands the cabbie a few bills before jumping out of the front. She turns to the back of the cab and lets you out, grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a hug.

“I missed you so much, babe! Thanks for coming out with us tonight!” she chirps, her big blue eyes gleaming in the glow of the streetlamps above you.

“Mel’s already inside, let’s go!” Karlie locks her hands in yours and leads you up to the front door. Security checks your IDs, and you saunter in, doing a quick sweep to see if you recognize anyone inside. You let your shoulders relax after determining the coast is clear—no ex-flings or high school bullies in sight.

Thank you, God.

Looking around again, you see Mel sitting by the bar with a tall glass in her hand, something pink and filled to the brim with ice, condensation dripping off it. She sees you both come in and waves her hands excitedly, gesturing for you to come over.

You make your way to a table in the corner of the room with your own drink in hand, tucked away just enough that you can hear each other talk without yelling in each other’s ears. You sip your syrupy cocktails through thin black plastic straws, taking turns catching each other up on your lives, gossiping, and complaining about school and work. Karlie gloats about the new guy she’s been seeing—he actually sounds alright, which is shocking coming from her. She had never been lucky finding good guys. Every boy Karlie had dated in high school either cheated or ended up getting physical with her, both situations usually ending with her daddy showing up to the guy’s house and scaring them straight.

In the last semester of your junior year, she caught Jake Campbell making out with Sarah Stringer after a football game; she and Jake had been dating for around five months at the time. Karlie was so pissed she called her dad right then and there. Before Jake could even come up with an excuse, Mr. McKay’s truck was flying into the parking lot, and he had Jake by the collar with his tail between his legs. A crowd of probably thirty kids watched as Mr. McKay forced him to apologize to her in front of everyone, shaking like a leaf as he did it. A few days later, the school called the McKays’ place and politely told him he was never to step foot on school property until graduation day—a stipulation set by Jake’s parents in order for them not to press charges on him. Nobody dared to fuck with Karlie after that one.

You’re caught up in a story from Mel about her family’s trip to Montana earlier in the summer when someone comes up behind you and covers your eyes with their hands. Instinctively, you swing your elbow back and nail the person in the kidney, causing them to let go of your head and buckle over with a loud groan. You recognize who it is immediately and sigh, mentally preparing yourself for whatever shitshow interaction you’re about to have.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Miller?” you snarl, whipping your head behind you to glare up at him. “Are you trying to get your ass beat?”

“It’s nice to see you too, Birdy!” he scoffs back at you. He’s been like this since you met at 18. Tommy, was in his mid-30s then, smirking at a block party, tossing you a beer with a wink while Joel snapped, ‘She’s Kev’s kid, Tom and she ain’t old enough to drink.’ Tommy’s grin said he’d push Joel’s buttons anyway, and he hasn’t stopped.

A moment passes, and your adrenaline surge slows. You move over and slowly let him slide into the booth beside you. Karlie and Mel are looking at each other, snickering, shaking their heads at you both.

“You can’t just put your hands on people like that, Tommy. Feel my fucking heart right now! You scared the shit out of me!” You grab his hand and put it over your sternum, forcing him to feel the way your heart is basically pounding out of your chest.

“Sorry, kid, can’t say I’ve ever really been known to think before I act,” he moves his hand from your heart and slaps it down on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “How you been? Need another drink?”

“Yes, actually, you can go buy us a round for pulling that stunt,” you flick your wrist and gesture to the bar. “Go on, we can chat after.” You push him out of the booth with your hip and watch as he walks across the dancefloor and waves down a bartender.

Of course Tommy’s here—you don’t know why you’re so surprised to see him tonight. Tommy is Joel’s younger brother. Like Joel, he too is handsome, in a more boyish way despite only being five or so years younger than him. He has the same dark eyes and hair, less the grey that had started speckling at the temples of his brother. He’s shorter and smaller in build. The Millers were cut from the same cloth, but at the same time, they were so wildly different.

Joel is introverted, reserved, and quiet in comparison to Tommy, who is rowdy, in-your-face, and too loud for his own good. His mouth was always getting him into trouble—trouble that Joel had to constantly get him out of. In the few days that you’ve been home, you had already heard of two occasions when Joel had to pick him up from a bar after getting a bit too drunk and disorderly. The local police station probably has Joel’s number on speed dial and his credit card on file with how many times he’s bailed him out. Frustrating as he was, Tommy was a good man. He had always looked out for you, had your best interest in mind. Tommy was family, and even though he drove you crazy, you loved him dearly.

Tommy returns with a round of tequila shots. You all scrunch your noses as you choke down the drink and bite into limes. By 11:30, you lose count of how many drinks you’ve had, but dancing between Karlie and Tommy tells you it’s one too many.

Tommy hits on you all night—typical—and tonight, the alcohol nudges you to lean in. You ignore the rough denim and belt buckle scraping your cotton dress, now bunching closer to your thighs. His hands grip your hips, and his tequila-scented breath warms your neck when he whispers. Your phone pings. You stumble to the bar, buzzed, fumbling it out of your purse, ‘Mr. Miller’ glows (11:45 PM) Mr.Miller: being a good girl, Bird? Dad said ur at Sams Your gut flips, he’s texting after months of nothing, the last message was from New Years. You smirk, sloppy, texting back (11:48 PM) You: Ya, ud hate it here, toms gettin handsy.. Miss me? 😏 No reply comes, but that “good girl?” It sticks, hot, maddening, sending heat to settle between your legs. You’ll make him feel it. Back on the floor, Tommy’s closer, hands lower.

As the last band of the night sets up, Mel grabs your hand and leads you toward the exit for a cigarette. The air outside cools considerably—a welcome feeling—still damp, but nothing as bad as inside the bar. A group of boys who look like they just celebrated their 21st birthdays saunter up to you, both wearing blue jeans and cowboy hats, likely making a last stop at Sam’s from one of the country bars downtown.

They introduce themselves, and you chat for a while, dragging long and slow on your cigarette, catching the way the men watch your lips as you do it. Ben, who you’ve now learned is indeed 21 and studying engineering at UT Austin, asks you for a smoke, and you hand him your pack and a lighter. You hold in a giggle as you watch him light it up, then see his eyes start to well up, glistening in the moonlight, desperately holding in a cough. He takes a few more drags before his body betrays him and chokes the smoke out of his lungs.

You move in close to him, slowly reach your hand to his head, and turn it. You trail your hand down, grabbing the smoke from his lips as you whisper, “You don’t have to pretend to like it, baby, it’s okay.”

Ben’s face goes flush and then white all at once as Tommy sneaks up behind him and rips him away from you, holding him half an inch off the ground by the collar. Tommy pushes him backward before getting back in his face and yelling something you can’t quite understand. Your heart thumps loud in your ears, but behind it, you think you hear something along the lines of, “Get the fuck away from her, or I’ll beat your ass!”

You watch him spit in the boy’s direction as he runs back toward the bar, following his friend, tail between his legs, pale as a ghost.

You manage to convince Tommy that he did nothing wrong and it isn’t worth it to go back in there to fight the poor kid. You all have another smoke as Tommy cools down, glaring at you every once in a while, almost accusatory.

“Stop looking at me like I did something wrong, Tommy.”

“M’not,” he mumbles back to you, shaking his head at the ground and stomping out his cigarette.

The three of you walk back into the bar. You whisper to Mel to keep an eye on Tommy and head into the bathroom. You pull out your phone while in the stall and click through your contacts back to “Mr. Miller” You scroll up your text thread to a photo of you and Sarah last Christmas. You were both holding up your gingerbread houses, big smiles and smears of white frosting on your noses and cheeks. He had taken the photo and sent it to you. Your heart aches, you feel sick.

You change his name from “Mr. Miller” to “Joel 🤠” You text him impatiently while leaning on the bathroom counter. You want to get to your friends because you have a strong feeling that Tommy is already out there looking for a fight.

(12:14 AM) You: You should come get.ur brother before Sam comes here himself and does it.

(12:15 AM) You: Hellooooooooooooo

(12:16 AM) You: Are u allready asleep old man???

(12:17 AM) Joel🤠: Fuck sakes chill out. Gotta get dressed. I’ll be there in 10 (12:17 AM) Joel🤠: also, maybe You do a double take, just in case the booze is getting to your eyes. Nope. He said that, replying to the “you miss me?”

(12:17 AM) You: Thanx 4 the visual, see you soon,cowboy🤠 x (12:17 AM) You: also, lowk crazy to miss me when u saw me earlier 😜 (12:17 AM) You: i miss you You throw you phone into your bag and go back to the bar. Finding Tommy in the corner with Mel and Karlie, you invite him back onto the dance floor, knowing that’s the best way to get him to forget about Ben.

Before long, you find yourself back in the center of it. The band plays something jazzy, a sensual-sounding R&B track that makes you forget the person grinding up against your ass is Tommy Miller. At this moment, you’d rather keep him on you than anywhere else in the bar starting a fight, so you let it happen. //

Joel reads your last message and, as he shifts the truck into drive and heads over to Sam’s, curses at himself when he feels his cock twitch. He pulls into the parking lot, littered with barely legal girls in daisy dukes and cowboy boots that look like they haven’t been broken in yet. The men standing with them all sport Stetsons they have no real right wearing, bought for show with mommy and daddy’s money, surely. He makes his way through the bar, holding his breath, not knowing what he’s about to walk into.

Gazing up toward the door, you catch a glimpse of Joel as he makes his way through the sea of people dancing.

You can tell he must have already been lying in bed before you texted him—by the state of his hair, he might have actually been asleep. The curls that usually lay coiled at the base of his neck are frizzy, sticking straight out from his head; the top is messy with a strand hanging over his eyebrow. His warm coffee eyes are framed with bags. He’s wearing black sweatpants and, you guessed it, a flannel.

He looks good, somehow even in his tousled state, better than normal. You move your eyes back down to Mel dancing in front of you before Joel can catch you staring at him.

You look back down and realize the fairly compromising position you’re in with the younger Miller brother and try to wiggle yourself out of Tommy’s embrace, but it’s too late. You look up again and immediately lock eyes with Joel. He looks pissed, and he’s headed right for you both.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, look at the two of you! Come on, let’s go,” he grunts as he grabs Tommy by the collar of his shirt and begins to drag him toward the exit.

You think maybe that’s it—you’ve somehow managed to avoid a scolding from him.

“Thanks, Joel!” you chirp, waving to him with a big smile.

“Yeah, not a chance. You too, kid, not leaving you here neither,” he yells over his shoulder.

“Nah, I’m fine, I’ll cab home,” you slur back.

Joel leaves Tommy by the door and heads back toward you. There’s a serious look on his face that says he’s having none of your bullshit right now.

“I’m not offering you a ride, darlin’, I’m telling you I’m taking you back home. Now move it,” his voice is stern.

For some reason, the alcohol swimming in your stomach tells your head that antagonizing him further is a smart move; it isn’t, but you do it anyway just to rile him up.

“Nu-uh, you’re not my daddy, cowboy. I’m staying here.”

You immediately regret the words as they slip off your vodka-covered tongue.

Joel stops dead in his tracks for a moment, sharpening his gaze on you. You can see his jaw tick as he clenches it. He starts moving again, even quicker this time, reaching toward you, grabbing your left wrist with one of his big hands.

You yelp at the sudden contact and turn your head to your friends, mouthing “I’m sorry” to them before saying, “I’ll text you when I’m home, love you!”

You shake your wrist violently in an attempt to break free from Joel’s grip, but there’s no use—no point arguing with him anymore. Joel is lucky you don’t want to cause a scene tonight; you’re honestly ready to go home now anyway. Instead of fighting him anymore, you just huff and glare up at him, dragging your heels toward the door, following behind him.

He doesn’t say anything as he opens the passenger side of the truck. He just hoists you up and slides you into the middle of the bench, buckling you in before practically throwing Tommy next to you.

“You guys are a pain in my ass, you know that?” he hisses.

Tommy turns to face his brother, staring him down over your shoulder. You can feel the tension rise between them both, making the already humid air feel even thicker.

“Why are you even here? Who called you down?” Tommy asks.

“Every bartender in the city knows my phone number, Tommy, don’t pretend that ain’t a fact,” Joel glances over at you, and his big boba eyes narrow slightly, softer than before in the bar.

You silently thank him for not ratting you out to Tommy by telling him you were the one to contact him. Even in your drunken state, Joel seems to see your appreciation and gives a quick nod of his head, letting his expression relax.

“Whatever, just take me home,” Tommy hisses back at him before leaning his cheek against the window.

Tommy’s place is probably ten minutes outside of town, in the opposite direction of your house.

That means you’re going to have to drive with Joel for at least twenty-five minutes on the way home.

You feel a creep in your spine and shiver at the thought of being alone with him. The vodka-flavored truth elixir still swishes in your stomach, and you can already feel heat spreading between your thighs.

Keep it together. Jesus.

You pull out of the bar parking lot and drive in deafening silence to Tommy’s apartment complex. Joel looks at his brother and says, “I’m glad it wasn’t the sheriff calling this time.” Joel continues berating Tommy. “Next time, I’m letting them take you in, and I’m not fucking bailing you out,” he says, voice serious.

“Whatever, Joel, thanks for the ride,” Tommy says, facing you slowly instead of his brother. The younger Miller puts his hand over your thigh and gives it a squeeze before he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your cheek.

“Glad to have you back home, pretty bird,” he gives you one last wink before jumping out of the truck and heading toward the apartment lobby, leaving the two of you alone.

series warnings!!! fluff, smut, angst,unprotected p-in-v (please wrap it up), f/m masturbation, fingering, large but legal age-gap (joel is in 40's reader is in mid 20's), size kink?, choking, pervy!obsessive!joel, pervy!mean!Tommy, possessive/rough sex, praise, sex on the phone, drinking/smoking, strong language, sneakin around, lowkey obsessive and reckless Joel, blackmail, competency kink, risky sex, infidelity/implied, semi-public sex, breeding kink lowkey, overstimulation, a tiny bit of coercion, dirty talk, oops its a creampie, brief mentions of grief and implied suicide, Tommy is a jerk in this one, guilt and betrayal, bar-fights @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @brittmb115 @mystickittytaco @your-nightmaredoll @leenieweenie12

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biting-miguel-ohara · 8 months ago

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Ass Play - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader

A/N: MORE HYBRID!READER!!! Also, sorry for the ending, I was in a rush to get this out on time. This is meant as a companion piece to Asshole, but can be read on its own

Let me know if I missed any warnings

CW: smut; explicit sexual content; Reader is a canine mutant; Reader is in heat; Reader is called pup and mutt; Reader’s parts are referred to as dick and hole; rimming; ass licking; ass play; ass fingering (idk what this is called lol); multiple orgasms; lube is used!; penetrative sex; fingering; fr what is it called when someone pushes their cum back into you?; fluffy ending; cuddling; literal petting; no aftercare; falling asleep

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You’re shaking with excitement. Well, really, your tail is wagging so hard the rest of you is shaking.

You’re all ready on the bed for him. Face down, hole dripping, ass in the air. Any other hybrid mutant would be able to tell in an instant that you’re waiting to be fucked.

It doesn’t help that you’re on the last day of your heat. You can feel it still smoldering inside you. A low burning fire of need.

You’re sure Logan can smell it in you. Can tell that you’re dying for his dick. Yet, he just grips your hips, positioning you just right. It’s absolutely maddening.

“Come on, Logan,” you whine. “Stop messing around. I need you.”

“Be quiet, pup.” His voice is gruff but not mean. “You’ll take what I give you.”

You whimper and bury your face in his pillows. Tail still wagging. You can’t help it. You’ve been planning this for almost two days. Buying the necessary things and watching videos on what to do.

Finally, Logan seems to move. He spreads your ass cheeks, running his thumb over your puckered hole. You whine and shiver, the touch alone sparking heat in your gut.

The first lap of his tongue against your ass has you moaning. You bite down hard against the pillow to keep from whimpering as he drags his tongue over your asshole. Probing at it with the tip and circling the rim.

It feels delightful. The warmth and wetness just adding to the feeling. You squirm a bit, trying to press back into his touch.

Logan growls softly and grips your tail, using it to keep you still. “Calm down, pup. Haven’t even gotten to working you open and you’re eager as a puppy.”

You whine and let go of the pillow, lifting your head to look back at him. “But Logan… it feels so good!”

He pushes your head back down into the pillows. “You’re not listening to me, pup, and bad dogs don’t get their rewards.”

That shuts you up. You sigh and settle yourself back down.

After a few moments, Logan goes back to licking at your asshole. You bite the pillow again to stifle your moans, gripping the sheets tightly under you.

He continues to eat your ass, slowly working his tongue inside. He grips your thighs, grumbling out a quiet, “Loosen up, pup. You’re too tight.”

You relax as best you can, helping him in further. It’s difficult when your toes are curling with pleasure and your head is getting fuzzy. Maybe it’s your heat, but you swear you’ve never felt this good before.

It’s not long before you cum, soaking your thighs with slick. Logan rumbles appreciatively and pulls back. “You ready for my dick, pup?”

Your tail springs to life, wagging so eagerly you almost hit him in the face with it. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Logan chuckles and goes to grab something from the nightstand. You keep your face pressed to the pillows, the anticipation building inside you.

He returns with a bottle. A few moments go by before something cold drips against your asshole. Logan smears it around, using his fingers to spread what you assume is lube around your asshole. He dips a finger in, slowly working you open.

You make a ridiculous sound, pressing back eagerly. You can’t help yourself. It feels good.

Logan fingers your ass for a little while, making you cum for a second and then third time.

By your fourth orgasm, he finally takes out his cock. He slides it between your thighs, coating it in your slick. Then he rubs the tip against your asshole, waiting until you’re whimpering in anticipation before pushing it in.

It’s a tight fit, your ass squeezing him even tighter than your hole. You moan into the pillows, feeling full in a whole new way.

Your dick throbs with need and your fingers snake down to rub at it. Logan smacks your hand away, moving to replace it with his own. He rubs you torturously slow, timing it perfectly with his thrusts.

He’s panting, groaning, muttering filthy things about how perfectly tight you are and about all the things he wants to do to you. You just take what he gives you, your mind a fuzzy haze.

The way his dick rubs against the walls of your ass is intoxicating. And when his fingers dip inside your hole, you feel so full. The squelch from your ass and hole is filthy. The sound louder than it’s ever been.

You cum, and you cum hard. Your vision blurs, your head spinning with pleasure. You can barely think, so lost you just moan helplessly.

With a grunt and growl from Logan, warmth fills your ass. Spilling out as he slowly pulls out. You groan when he stuffs it back in, hole clenching as he grumbles out, “Gotta keep you nice and full.”

You just go boneless on the bed, letting him climb in and pull you to him. You nuzzle into his side, tail giving a few shaky wags. “That… was amazing…”

Logan chuckles, sounding as breathless as you. “Yeah, pup. I knew you’d like it. Dirty mutt like you.”

You bury your face in his chest with a groan. “No more… My body aches…”

Logan laughs, but strokes your head, petting your fluffy ears fondly. “Alright. No more.”

You both relax, just basking in each other’s comfort. It feels nice, and it’s not long before you're falling into sleep.

#wolverine #logan howlett #ftm!reader #trans male reader #dividers by saradika #wolverine x ftm!reader #wolverine x trans male reader #wolverine x you #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x ftm!reader #logan howlett x trans male reader #logan howlett x you #logan howlett x reader #x ftm!reader #x ftm reader #ftm reader

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chillentertainer · 3 months ago

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an interlude (to my john wick au)

thomas is seventeen—a quiet lad, thoughtful. bright, too. and uncommonly beautiful. angelic, his mother’s friend once drunkenly called him. he has his mother’s roman nose and his father’s pensive blue eyes. pretty like a girl, his classmate henry anglteton, sneers at him.

angleton, who holds a particular hatred for thomas and is built like goliath, frightens thomas. he would never admit it, no, but angleton could easily pummel thomas into a paste. in fact, thomas had witnessed him beat another poor boy until his face was a mass of blood and bruises. then angleton turned around, spotted thomas hiding behind the trees, and smiled.

thomas knew in that moment he was next. and he knew that this was god’s punishment for his fear and inaction. he had stood by and watched as this horror had been committed, and now he had been condemned to experiencing the same.

still, he prayed for god’s guidance. he asked Him for the wisdom and courage to face angleton, for a way thomas could stop his reign of terror. he asked forgiveness for what he had done to gregory, for penance. he asked Him for mercy. he begged for it.

and god could be merciful, yes, but sometimes he could be cruel. it was all for our own good in the end, though His actions might be inscrutable.

it is a rainy night when thomas returns from another failed confession with father samuel. another night of stammering and half-complete sentences finally petering out into an oppressive silence.

“what it is it, my child,” father samuel had said, impatience underlying his gentle tone.

thomas could not say.

thunder roars above him. a hundred years ago, they would’ve said, god is angry. now thomas knows better. (but does he?) the trail through the countryside is quiet. there is no one there except for a figure leaning against a tree. thomas nears him, his steps quickening. a nonsensical string of words pour from his lips, the world’s most pathetic prayer. please god, please god, please god. not today. let it not be today that i am punished. i am not ready, i am afraid—

“hey pretty boy,” angleton calls out and waves a hand. “was waitin’ for you to come by.” lightning flashes and his brass knuckles are illuminated.

god’s will be done.

—

the beating is bad enough that thomas is hospitalized for a week and a half. his left eye is sealed shut. his ribs are bruised. the doctors, his parents, and police all ask, who and why? thomas does not answer.

god did this, he wants to say, which sounds ridiculous but is true. god placed angleton in my path, as both punishment and lesson.

they would take him to a mental facility if he said all this. he keeps his lips clamped shut.

his uncle, an SAS officer who has just returned home from service in Afghanistan, enters and sits at his bedside. thomas ignored uncle marcus. they sit in silence. thomas is always sitting in silence lately. finally uncle marcus nods at the crucifix necklace hanging around thomas’s neck. “how much did that help you?” he says. “because it looks to me like your god did jack shit.” he leans forward. “tommy, god can’t save you. he won’t help you. but with some training and a gun? the same bastards who did this to you will be begging for mercy at your feet.”

thomas turns his head to meet his uncle’s gaze. “i don’t want that,” he whispers. “i just want to make sure they don’t do that to anyone else ever again.”

“and you can,” uncle marcus responds. “there are bullies and evil everywhere in the world. someone needs to go and clean it up. that could be you.”

he squeezes thomas’s shoulder before he stands. “think about it. get better soon, tommy, i’m tired of your mum crying over the phone to me about your condition.”

—

the next month, thomas graduates, and instead of entering a seminary like he had always planned, he joins the army. he picks up a gun for the first time in his life, aims, and pulls the trigger. this is how he finds out he is a crack shot. this is also how he falls further from god’s grace.

—

he hasn’t been considered pretty in many decades now. but grown men flinch when he steps near them. this is called a trade-off. you make many trade-offs in life. you trade in your kindness for evil, your god for a gun, your collar and cassock for camos and dress uniforms. by the time you’ve realized you’ve made a mistake, it’s too late. there is no return.

#this is probably the last installment you’re gonna see on tumblr sorry #bc I’m finally gonna stop fucking around and write the rest on ao3!#so keep an eye out for that <3 #assassin conclave au #lawrenitez #thomas lawrence #conclave #conclave au

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drysdalesworld · 1 year ago

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to the moon & back

jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader

series masterlist

y/n.hughes just posted!

liked by trevorzegras, cam.york, and more

y/n.hughes: philly 🧡🧡

tagged: jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers

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userone: THE TYING OF THE SHOES

usertwo: how many pics does y/n have of jamie tying her shoe 😭

lhughes_06: so you’d rather go & visit your bf instead of your brothers when offered 🤨🤨

y/n.hughes: this was already planned luke

lhughes_06: you were JUST in philly!

jackhughes: give her a break lukey, she’s having withdrawals

y/n.hughes: AM NOT

jackhughes: ARE TOO

trevorzegras: i would’ve never thought i’d ever say this but i miss you & jimbo’s lovey dovey grossness 😪

y/n.hughes: awww trev, you do have a heart 😊

trevorzegras: i take it back

jamie.drysdale: no take backs bud

cam.york: like this if jamie & y/n are the cutest couple that’s blessed your feed

liked by 1M others

userthree: my comfort couple fr

philadelphiaflyers: we always love having you y/n! feel free to come over whenever (please, jamie does not shut up about you)! 🧡🧡

userfour: admin begging y/n to come over whenever she can so jamie can stop talking and complaining about missing her 😭😭

jamie.drysdale: i love you so much baby 💓💓

mfrost16: everyone say thank you y/n for making jamie no longer mopey & sad (he literally never shuts up about you)

cam.york: thank you y/n!

foerster.71: thanks y/n!

joelfarabee: please stay forever. he always manages to bring you into topics of conversations somehow & i am TIRED of hearing how y/n’s favorite color is green & how everything reminds him of you 😭🙏

lhughes_06: sounds like your man’s a simp for you y/n.hughes

y/n.hughes: as he should 😙

jamie.drysdale: 🧍🏻🧎🏻‍♀️❤️ y/n.hughes

y/n.hughes: idk what that means but same baby <3

trevorzegras: i don’t think i want to know

userfive: jamie & y/n >>>> everyone

y/n.hughes just posted!

liked by jackhughes, yourbestie, and more

y/n.hughes: lover scored his first flyers goal tonight & i couldn’t be more proud 🧡🧡 here’s to many more goals to come my love 💓 (no seriously im so proud of you baby & everything you do fills me with immense pride i love you so much)

tagged: jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers

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userone: im so glad that y/n was there to witness jamie’s first flyers goal! what a special moment <3

trevorzegras: congrats bud!! miss you lots & am so happy to see philly treating you well

y/n.hughes: jamie audibly sniffled right next to me & said that he missed you

jamie.drysdale: did not

y/n.hughes: did too. it’s okay to miss your best friend jams

trevorzegras: don’t go exposing my boy like that y/n (i miss you too jamie)

usertwo: the way he looks at her in the last picture

userthree: you should’ve seen his celly! he blew a kiss to her & skated to where she was seated & pointed to her too! it was so cute!

usertwo: love love

jamie.drysdale: words are not enough to describe the way i feel about you. you mean the world to me & i am so happy to have you by my side through it all 💓💓

y/n.hughes: i love you to the moon and back jimmy <33

jackhughes: damn didn’t know my sister was a simp

y/n.hughes: basic support for my bf is not being a simp jack. get your priorities in check fr 🙄

_quinnhughes: ❗️❗️YOU TELL HIM SIS❗️❗️

lhughes_06: purr. slay. period. you ended him girl

jackhughes: i –

userfour: these two never fail to make my entire heart melt 😭 i wish one day to have a love like theirs

y/n.hughes: and you will my love! when the time is right 🤍

userfive: i feel like their love story should def be written into a tswift song

philadelphiaflyers: congrats on your first flyers goal jaime! to many more!

jamie.drysdale just posted!

liked by elhughes, yourbestie, and more

jamie.drysdale: to my sweet girl, thank you so much for always being there for me and never failing to cheer me up. your support means the world to me and i’m so happy to call you my number one cheerleader. you have carved such a special place in my life that i cannot imagine you not in it. you mean everything to me and more 💓💓

tagged: y/n.hughes

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userone: HE TIES HER SKATES TOO 😫😫

trevorzegras: MAJOR SIMP ALERT 🚨

usertwo: THEY NEED TO GET MARRIED LIKE RN

yourbestie: FR THATS WHAT IM SAYIN

jackhughes: he’s basically my brother-in-law already

lhughes_06: they act like such a married couple anyway. they don’t need to get married to prove that fact lmao

y/n.hughes: tears are in my eyes rn 😭 i love you with my entire being jamie i do not think i can imagine anyone else but you in my life either 🤍💓

trevorzegras: also, i better be the best man or i will riot

#drysdalesworld works!#drysdalesworld #hockey x reader #nhl x reader #hockey #smau #social media au #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x hughes!reader #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale x you #jamie drysdale x y/n

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naebaetwsog · 1 month ago

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○・Close your eyes as besties•*

genre. Cutie and fluffy

warning. Non

pairing. bff!cye x fem!reader

a/n. I’m honestly so happy they’re finally getting the recognition they deserve. Two wins just days after debut? That’s insane. I swear, I feel like their mom or something—watching them struggle during Project 7 and now seeing them being appreciated like this gets me emotional. And the fact that I still go back to rewatch the show and get nervous during eliminations? Wild. They’re such a talented group, and they’re really shutting down the “Who’s gonna sing/dance?” haters. I hope you all check them out and stan them—you won’t regret it!

More under the cut ^_−☆

Jeon Minwook

the dad-friend™ who nags you constantly but takes care of you better than anyone else

shows up at your place unannounced with snacks or just to “make sure you’re not being stupid again”

argued with your parents once just to prove he’s your designated protector

knows your exact mood by the way you say “hey”

always prepared: tissues, water, painkillers, snacks in his bag at all times

has a sixth sense for your breakdowns and always makes you feel safe

gives serious advice like a wise monk but also fights you over the TV remote

annoyingly mature, but the first one you run to when the world feels too heavy

Ma Jingxiang

gentle giant energy with the clumsiness of a toddler learning to walk

drags you out randomly like “come try this new ramen place, you have no choice”

you get a paper cut? he’s already on his way with a cartoon band-aid and iced tea

laughs so hard at your dumbest jokes and makes everything ten times more fun

gets worried when you’re too quiet and gently bugs you until you tell him what’s wrong

texts “you up?” just to send a meme or ask if you’ve eaten

He’s the type of friend that zooms out every 3 seconds

fully believes in the power of good food, fresh air, and a nap to fix your life

Jang Yeojun

the certified menace™ who roasts you for everything but would die for you fr

calls you ugly every morning and then buys you your favorite drink out of guilt

the reason you laugh so hard your stomach hurts during sad days

cries with you, not for you—y’all both sobbing on the floor and then cracking up two minutes later

gives surprisingly deep advice and then runs away before you can say thank you

calls you “idiot” but would square up with anyone who actually disrespects you

casually throws gifts at you and says “ew don’t get emotional”

the most chaotic comfort you’ve ever known and your forever partner-in-crime

Kim Sungmin

sassy fashion queen with the softest heart known to man

drags you to skincare appointments and sauna days like it’s a ritual

if you’re crying, he’s like “girl, those tears are gonna give you smile lines” while handing you tissues

always has lip balm, hand cream, and tea in his bag—he’s basically a mom

gives the most ICONIC advice with a side of dramatic flair

starts arguments for fun but always ends them with “I love you though”

makes you feel like the most cared-for person on earth while calling you dramatic

loyalty level: will argue with your ex in Dior sunglasses

Song Seongho

the golden retriever bestie who sleeps on your couch more than his own bed

literally appears out of nowhere like “yo I brought cereal and I’m staying the night”

Your parents don’t even bother because is usually, and if he doesn’t show up one day, they are already asking if you guys had a fight

calls you at 1AM just to laugh at memes and play video games badly

if you skip school, he’ll lecture you, then show up with soup and a movie

gives “I’m not your mom but also I am your mom” energy

supports your dreams loudly and dramatically—like cheering at school presentations

if he sees you struggling, he’ll stay up all night helping you, even if he doesn’t understand it himself

literally your other half in chaos, always by your side with a dumb joke and big love

Sakurada Kenshin

cutest duo award winners, like people literally ask if you two are a sitcom

always smiling around you—his happiness is so contagious, it feels like therapy

talks about you like you’re the best person alive, even when you’re not around

sends “this reminded me of you” TikToks at least 3 times a day

makes everything fun, even the boring stuff like grocery shopping

supports every idea you have, no matter how unhinged—“you wanna start a bakery? say less.”

if you’re sad, he just sits with you in silence until you’re ready to smile again

you’re his safe place and he’s yours—it’s giving ride or die energy

Seo Kyoungbae

human golden retriever potato hybrid (in the best way possible)

if you’re sad, he doesn’t know what to do so he just…starts crying too

shadowboxes in the air for no reason and makes you laugh during the worst days

will walk around town with you aimlessly for hours just to clear your head

if you skip school, he WILL drag you back while bribing you with snacks

gets excited about the smallest things when you’re involved—“we got the same grade?? we’re SOULMATES”

always down for volleyball, rooftop talks, or clowning random people on the street

his loyalty is LOUD—like scream-from-the-rooftops type of best friend energy

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newtkive · 1 year ago

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pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 4 - agoraphobia and burger king on 5th street

summary: a personal experience provides a way for newt to connect to y/n.

warnings: strong language, mental health talk, depression, medication (its my literal prescription i mention oops this is like a self insert fr), mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

THE GLADE

[ 10:52 am ]

y/n: it’s official yall

drugs saved my life

tommy: huh??

minho: same

newt: wow, i’ve never seen your name on my screen before 12 pm

y/n: shut the hell up bitch

newt: ouch, touchy

minho: woah

touchy 👀

are yallll..?

y/n: you’re sick

tommy: are we going to ignore the drugs statement??

like hello are u ok ??

newt: you’re annoying minho

minho: yea <3 😊

notice how they didn’t say no

y/n: you guys just don’t understand how a girl like me needs beauty sleep..

and no we aren’t

gally: all that beauty sleep and ur still walking around with that mug.. yikes.

y/n: 😑

i hate you i haete you i dhateoyifu

minho: great she’s having a fit

y/n: no one cares about me

and you think i’m ugly

this is so sick

and you don’t even care that i’m on drugs

☹️😭😭😭😭 done.

newt: no one said that love

gally that was rude

minho: BRUHHHHH

here she goes

tommy: I CAREE????????

DO I NEED TO COMEGET YOU????

y/n: yes 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

before i do something crazy 😭😭💣

minho: THE BOMB IS WILD

tommy: stay where you are

i have your location

newt: uhhh

y/n: pause what

minho: tommy why would you admit to that

tommy: im On my way! what’s the issue

sorry autocorrect

y/n: WHY DO YOU HAVE MY LOCATION????

gally: can you guys shut the fuck up

minho: the drama queen is here 😍

gally: stop

alby: I have it on Life360, I imagine Thomas does as well. In fact I have all of your locations.

y/n: oh

i forgot about that app..

minho: i didn’t. i get a notif that newt’s phone is at 5% all the goddamn time

even tho he said he deleted it

newt: just turn it off then

i redownloaded it don't track my app intake

minho: no it makes me feel less lonely

y/n: awwwww

idk how you do that newt

newt: do what?

y/n: not charge your phone

if my phone gets below like 15% then the monsters will get me

tommy: omg me tooo 🥹

newt: i was about to say you sound like tommy.

tommy: don’t say that!

she’s on drugs i don’t want to sound like an addict 😔

newt: she isn’t on drugs thomas

tommy: she literally said she is newt :/

5 mins and i’m there y/n

y/n: are you actually fr

thomas..

we live very far away sweetie

newt: i mean

if you were in trouble you don’t think we’d come get you?

tommy: ^^

but life360 says you’re at the burger king on 5th

minho: no that’s me LOOOL

y/n: NEWTTT ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

tommy: wtf

i’m the one who’s coming to get u

why does he get the credit

minho: no tommy you’re coming to get me

tommy: oh yippee i get to see my friend 🤗

newt: ewwwwww

y/n: EWWWWW

tommy: OH STOP IT

y/n: why burger king of all places min

minho: why drugs of all things y/n

gally: she’s not doing drugs are you guys fuckin insane

y/n: yes i am

it’s 10 mg of fluoxetine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ONCE A DAY!!!!!!

IM ADDICTED

newt: no you aren’t, 10 mg is the smallest dose

minho: told y’all she was on drugs

y/n: ???????

minho: over the year

you’re too hyper to not be on some crack shit

tommy: oh stop that’s not nice.

newt: it’s not drugs like that minho stop.

tommy: uhoh he brought out the . at the end

y/n: it’s just for anxiety cuz i can’t leave the house without going into a breakdown

minho: she got acrophobia

told y’all she was mental

newt: what the fuck are you talking about

tommy: oh i know that word

fear of spiders 🕷️

minho: wtf no

fear of outside

y/n: i’m not afraid of outside

newt: that’s agoraphobia you fucking dumbass

y/n: 😍

i did NOT mean to send that lol oops

newt: ??

oh, okay

minho: when he’s a know it all 😍

when she’s agoraphobic 😍

y/n: when he’s at burger king on 5th because he has no food in his fridge and can only afford a $1.99 whopper with the coupons from the newspaper 😍😍😍😍

minho: 😒😑

newt: LMFAOOOO

GOOD THAT

minho: british people be so annoying

saying shit like gormless minger and good that be sooo real rn

newt: i have never said gormless minger in my whole 26 years of life.

y/n: you just did bro

newt: call me bro again

y/n: bro

brosive

brother

stepbro

minho: laughed until i saw the last msg :/

newt: 😑

y/n: ok youre the perverts

minho: cant you take your prozac and turn back to normal now

y/n: so you DO know what it is..

gally: wym 'back to normal' like there was smth before this??

y/n: real i been like this for life

tommy: i got whopper and two large fries and mozzarella sticks

newt: wow

y/n: wow just call him a fatass newt.

newt: i would never, stop

y/n: 2 large fries is kinda crazy tho

tommy: i have to get enough to share with my friend

minho

gally: surprised you have friends

tommy: yeah you are not one.

gally: RUDE?

y/n: WELL LMFAO

minho: i literally already ate also gally ur not my friend either

newt: same

alby: same

gally: well why tf am i in here

y/n: well you're my friend!

gally: great.

y/n: not with that attitude..

tommy: y/n you're ok though right??

y/n: yes tommy im fine sweetie

go eat your food

tommy: okay i wish you could share these fries with me

y/n: me too :(

minho: i don't

big back would eat em all

y/n: i actually hate you

newt

[ 11:45 am ]

newt: hey

y/n: hiii :D whats up??

newt: idk why but this feels like secretly texting you across the room at a party

y/n: actually tho

picture me giving u a look from across the room

newt: you would blow our cover immediately

i just wanted to let you know if you needed any like,, advice or something with your new medicine i'm here for you. i take the same stuff on top of lexapro

y/n: oh really?

newt: yeah i do

y/n: newt :( thank you

i am a bit nervous to start it tbh

newt: i understand, i was too

but hopefully it'll change things for the better

y/n: i hope so

i didn't realize you dealt with anxiety n stuff

newt: more than you know

you aren't the only one and you aren't alone w it

y/n: you're sweet newt, thank you

newt: don't mention it :))

sorry the smiley was creepy

y/n: lmao no i like it

if you need to talk or anything too i’m always here

newt: yeah?

y/n: of course ): you’re my pookie

newt: one day you gotta let go of that word lmao

y/n: but you love it tho

newt: you tell yourself that

actually are you free rn?

y/n: yeah! i’m just about home what’s up?

newt: i’m bored so pick up the phone

y/n: NEWT LMAO

ok fine 😒

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hisyntha · 4 months ago

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Mourning Knight

WARNING: angst that’s pretty much it

A/N: so I finished season 3 of TBB and ugh, I had to. Don’t come at me cause I fr needed to write this. I usually keep my angst writing to myself just to get the feels out but I wanted to share this one!!

Thank you for reading it! Have a love day 🫶

Pairing: older Hunter x any g!reader

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The soft rustle of leaves whispered as the wind wove through the lone tree standing at the crest of Pabu’s hill. Its trunk, adorned with delicate pink blossoms, seemed to glow in the golden embrace of the setting sun. Each flower, vibrant and full of life, caught the fading light, their subtle sway adding to the serene moment. The figure approached slowly, the uneven rhythm of Hunter’s steps harmonizing with the natural stillness of the world around him, his gaze falling on the small plaque set into the earth before its trunk. He paused there, eyes scanning the carefully engraved words, the weight of memory settling over him. Slowly, he lowered himself to the ground, leaning forward with his arms draped over his knees, shoulders hunched as he stared out across the horizon.

Hunter’s eyes wandered over the large landing pad, its surface glowing faintly in the warm evening light. A few of the residents strolling along its edges noticed him, offering friendly waves. He nodded back, a subtle gesture of acknowledgment, though his mind lingered on the solitude of the moment. The wind stirred again, rustling the blossoms above as he sat silently, surrounded by the quiet rhythms of life on Pabu.

“She left last night,” he said, his voice cracking as his gaze dropped to his clasped hands. “I wish… I wish she hadn’t, but she made her decision.”

Silence wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, the soft whisper of the wind through the blossoms seeming to respond in kind.

“I know she’s strong, capable,” Hunter murmured, his voice steadier now as if convincing himself of the truth. “She’s been through so much, more than most. But she always finds a way. She doesn’t give up, no matter how hard it gets. She’s brave, stubborn… just like you.” A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at his lips before it faltered, his expression softening.

“She mentioned you,” he said after a moment, the words heavy as his gaze shifted toward the plaque in front of the tree. “Said—said you probably would’ve convinced her to stay.” A weak, hollow laugh escaped him, but it faltered as his brows knit together.

Hunter’s smile faded as he forced his gaze away, the weight of the moment pressing harder on him. Tears burned at the edges of his eyes, and he clenched them shut, willing the sting to fade, though it refused to leave.

“She misses you,” his voice trailing off as he paused, letting the words settle into the stillness around him. “I… I miss you,” he added, his tone softer, weaker than before.

Hunter’s mind reeled, memories flooding in unbidden, each one tugging at the corners of his heart.

When you had passed, sacrificing yourself to save Omega all those years ago, he never seemed to take the time to mourn like he should have. Now that she was gone, joining the fight with the rebellion, the world seemed to stop. He never thought he’d find himself here, talking to you.

“I’m sorry,” he began again, “for taking so long to visit you.” His voice was barely a whisper, fragile and heavy with regret. His head dropped, one hand rising to catch it, his fingers pressing hard into his temple. He had wanted to visit, desperately. He could make excuses—plenty of them—but to what end? Deep down, he knew the truth. He hadn’t come because stepping onto this hill, standing before this tree, meant accepting what he couldn’t bear to face: that you were truly gone.

You weren’t in the ship anymore. You wouldn’t be waking up next to him, your presence grounding him in ways no one else could. You wouldn’t be there to remind him of what really mattered. Your voice, your laugh, your touch—they were all memories now. And the way you used to look at him, seeing right through his walls, peeling back the layers of his defenses without effort… that was gone too.

He’d never hear you call him your knight again. The way you’d say it, half-teasing yet always filled with warmth, had a way of making him feel like he could protect you from anything. Like he could be the man you believed he was, even when he doubted himself. That name, spoken in your voice, had been his anchor in the chaos. Now it was just another echo lost to time, another piece of you that he would never get back.

Slowly, he ground his palms along his head, his breaths uneven as the weight of it all bore down on him. The realization cut deep, beating relentlessly at his heart. He inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself, and finally lifted his gaze to the evening sky. The soft, fading hues of gold and pink stretched across the horizon, their warmth a stark contrast to the ache in his chest. The glow reflected faintly in his tired, haunted eyes.

“I’d give anything to see you again,” his voice cracking under the strain. A single tear slipped down his cheek as his eyes lingered on the leaves of the tree, watching their gentle sway before looking past them, into the vast, endless sky beyond.

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Hey Bloom,

Me and my friend were doing the morning announcements at our school for a month and on the last day, I messed up a bit and couldn't go through with it. I froze. I backed away while my friend encouraged me to continue but I just couldn't. I don't know why it happened or what went through my head but I'm just really ashamed of myself and I'm overthinking way too much. I'm even considering changing schools just because of this. Maybe the reason I'm so embarrassed by this is because there were a few people there and and I messed up in front of all of them. I don't know how to stop feeling this way. I can't stop thinking about it despite it happening two days ago.

Do you have any tips on dealing with embarrassing moments and self-criticizing thoughts?

you need the “get out of your own head” energy

you're overthinking something that won’t even matter next week girlie , ur brain keeps looping that awkward moment like for exemple what happened to u in the morning announcement but girlie fr zoom out. You’re not defined by one weird laugh, one clumsy sentence, or one mistake. You’re not that one scene you’re the entire story there is plenty of episodes in ur story . Two weeks from now? You’ll barely remember what you’re spiraling over today. Two scrolls. Two solid nights of sleep. That’s how fast things shift.

And while we're being real nobody is thinking about you as much as you think they are. That girl who glanced at you weird or that guy who saw you mess up those teacher they’ve seen worse and probably didn’t give it a second thought. People are way too wrapped up in their own lives to analyze yours.

Your mind is lying to you when it says “everyone noticed.” When it says “you blew it.” That’s just insecurity. That’s not reality and it's normal to feel this way .You’re allowed to mess up. You’re allowed to be human what you're not allowed to do is keep beating yourself up like it makes anything better It doesn’t It just keeps you stuck.

I had a rough moment last week too. I felt dumb, I wanted to disappear because I'm also an over thinker like u (I had to read a long text with difficult words IN FRENCH by myself Infront of class and I messed up too and there was like 60 person who love judging ppl ) But I didn’t I didn't k!ll myself ofc I turned off my phone, had something to eat, went to bed and watched a good movie . And life moved on like it always does.You don’t need to erase the moment. You just need to outlive it.

So next time your brain starts spiraling, cut it off:

1. Say exactly what happened. Out loud.

Stop letting it loop. Say it like a fact.

“I tripped in front of everyone.”“I stuttered when I was talking.”“I said something awkward in class.”

That’s all it is a single, small moment in one day of your entire life.

2. Remind yourself that literally no one cares like you do.

People don’t have the time or energy to obsess over your awkward moment.They’re busy thinking about their own life. Their own problems. you are not the center of anyone’s judgmental universe. That’s your anxiety lying to you.

3. Cut the drama :

Yes, it felt like the end of the world.But what actually happened? You had a human moment u are a human and also them . It passed. The earth didn’t stop.Don’t build a whole identity around one glitch.

4. Move your body. Get out of your head.

do 20 push-ups or go in a run outside. Take a cold shower,go shopping,watch a movie,draw,go see nature, listen to music .. do what make u happy at that moment like it's last day of ur live

Change your state = shut down the spiral.

5. Ask this and answer it honestly:

“What’s the worst that actually happened?”

You got embarrassed. That’s it.

You didn’t ruin your life. You didn’t burn every bridge toward ur dream u didn’t become unlovable.You had a moment. That’s all.

journal prompts idea :

1. What’s the story I’m telling myself about this moment?

Write down how you’re interpreting the situation. Is it really as bad as you think?

2. What does my inner critic say right now?

Write out the voice in your head that’s been criticizing you. Now, challenge that voice. What would you say to someone else if they were speaking this way to themselves?

3. How does this moment define me?

Does it actually? Or is your embarrassment making it bigger than it needs to be?

4. Why am I giving this one moment so much power?

Break down why this particular thing is still on ur mind. Is it really that important in the grand scheme of your life?

5. How would I see this moment if it happened to someone else?

Would I judge them the same way I’m judging myself? Probably not. Why do I treat myself differently?

6. What does it say about me that I’m embarrassed about this?

What does this feeling of embarrassment reveal? Is it about fear of judgment or something deeper about how I see myself?

7. When’s the last time I embarrassed myself and survived?

Look back on other moments of embarrassment. How did you move through them? What’s different now?

8. What does my fear of judgment say about my self-worth?

If I’m scared people are judging me, what does that say about how I see myself? Am I attaching my value to their opinions?

9. What would I say to someone who is in my shoes right now?

If someone else was feeling the same embarrassment, how would I comfort them? Use those same words for yourself.

10. How can I start being more compassionate to myself in these moments?

Write down ways you can show more kindness when you mess up. Think about how you can support yourself instead of tearing yourself down.

11. What’s the truth behind my inner critic?

Write about how your inner critic isn’t telling you the full truth. What parts of it are lies?

12. What’s something I’ve done recently that I’m proud of?

Counterbalance the self-criticism by reminding yourself of your strength and accomplishments.

13. What’s my definition of failure, and is this embarrassing moment actually failure?

Is this moment truly a failure, or is it just a small stumble in your journey?

14. How does my embarrassment hold me back from moving forward?

How much space are you allowing embarrassment to take up in your life? What’s it stopping you from doing?

15. What can I learn from this embarrassing moment that will help me grow?

Shift your perspective , what lesson is here for you? How can you use this experience to do better next time?

@bloomzone

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lcvehee · 1 year ago

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the kiss

in which our dear y/n and sohee are the epitome of the friends-to-lovers trope. cutie patooties fr.

ft. sohee of riize warnings: 'sickeningly sweet fluff' and the fact that english isn't my first language lol. not thorougly proofread. this also my FIRST EVER fic so please be nice ;;

author note: gustav klimt's painting has always been one of my favourites and it inspired me to capture the tenderness of a kiss shared between two inexperienced people.

you were getting ready, standing in front of your hallway mirror, lip tint in hand.

“oh my gosh, your hands are shaking!” your roommate uttered, a knowing smile slowly creeping on her face.

“shut up, giselle!” you huffed, poking her with your elbow, “am not!”

she laughed, putting her hand on your shoulder. “girl, it’s okay to admit that you’re nervous.” you finally faced her, seeing that her expression has melted into a reassuring look. “but you don’t need to, i don’t wanna fluster you too much before your date.” you rolled your eyes playfully at her words.

“how kind of you,” you deadpanned, staring right in her eyes, before resuming your makeup routine.

she laughed again in response. “no but actually,” she patted your back gently, “it’s gonna be alright, i've seen how he looks at you when we all hang out. sohee seems like he really likes you." she leaned conspiratorially closer to your ear. "like a lot," she added.

“yeah, i hope.”

she waved at you. “i gotta go to class, i’ll see you tonight.”

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the small coffee shop you were at was bustling with people. yet your date, lee sohee, was nowhere to be found. you anxiously tapped your feet, your eyes darting from right to left. still not here.

you looked at the clock.

2:34 pm.

he was more than thirty minutes late.

you didn’t want to admit it, but you were starting to worry. you had already ordered your drinks, and he still hadn’t texted you. that was unlike him; he usually answers fast to your texts, and he was known to be very punctual—everyone in your friend group seemed to agree on that. it's actually something you admire in him. a myriad of doubts weighed on your mind—despite this, you waited.

there must be a reason.

you glanced at your phone. you sighed. your phone was dry as the sahara.

five languid minutes passed by and soon, you were snapped awake by your waitress.

“here you go, miss.” she beamed, putting the two drinks down. she was about to leave when she noticed the vacant seat in front of you. “oh, are you still waiting for your friend?”

you nodded, abashed.

you eye your colorful drinks: two strawberry matcha lattes, the drink that sohee recommended on your first date, two weeks ago.

that wasn't the first you met each other—far from that, actually. your roommate and best friend giselle is close with some people in his circle, and so the rest is history.

at first, when she brought you to one of the group's hang out, you didn't quite know what do with yourself; giselle had gone off on a tangent about obscure japanese fashion designers with shotaro, and you ended up sipping on sprite, alone on the edge of the couch. you couldn't blame her; college was demanding and, almost always, people were less and less available for hangouts.

"hey, what are you thinking about, y/n?" sohee asked as he lightly tapped your shoulder.

you remembered how he helped you be more at ease by including you in conversations. naturally, you grew close to sohee. his easy-going and thoughtful nature made becoming friends quite easy. he treated everyone kindly, even people he didn't know well, which included you at some point.

soon, he became a steady presence in your life, and your heart speeding up became a normal occurrence as well. you only realized that you've started falling for him when you caught yourself thinking about his goofy grin a little bit too often for a friend.

again, you get pulled back to reality by the energetic voice of the waitress.

“i can give you some extra ice if you want? or i can serve it later when they arrive.”

you consider your options, not noticing a presence behind your seat.

“no need to, but thank you!” someone exclaimed.

you turned your head around, slightly tilting it upwards. chocolate brown eyes met yours. “sohee! um, you’re here,” you managed to sputter.

taking this as a cue to leave, the waitress excused herself quickly.

flustered, was what you both were in that moment.

he was breathing a bit heavily, cheeks slightly flushed. his hair, frankly, looked like a birds' nest.

“did you run here?” you stared at him, bewildered.

he definitely ran here.

“hi, y/n.” he put his hand on a nearby chair, supporting his out-of-breath self, “and yeah, i was running from the bus stop. i’m sorry for being so late,” he paused again, trying to calm his breathing. “there was an emergency with my roommate, seunghan, and i had to help him…”

you expected further elaboration—which you did not get as he was still catching his breath. a beat of silence followed.

“ah!” he gasped, “this is for you.” he smiled sheepishly, handing you a bouquet he was hiding behind him. it was a mix of blush pink peonies, along with some fresh foliage.

you chuckle at his forgetfulness. he looks down, chuckling too, albeit a bit nervously.

you you wrap your hands delicately around the stems, accidentally touching his fingers. “thank you,” you say as you breathe in the flowers’ scent. the café was still as noisy and busy as when you got there, and yet, the only thing you focused on was his presence. you could feel your heartbeat drumming inside your chest. “they’re gorgeous,” you added. you couldn't believe he remembered that you liked peonies, as you don't even remember mentioning these flowers.

“i’m glad you like them. i didn’t know which color to get you and so… i asked the florist for some advice,” he said, removing his jacket, and finally sitting down in front of you. "he told me pink peonies symbolized romance? i didn't know each flower had so many complex meanings!"

you giggle at his bluntness. "that's really thoughtful of you."

you looked up from your newly-acquired bouquet, just to see him looking at you, completely enrapt, a small smile dancing on his face with his chin in the palm of his hand. realizing he's been caught, he looks away again, clearing his throat.

you feel your heartbeat quickening even more at the sight.

“um… where should i put this?” you changed the subject, as a tentative to calm your restless heart.

he takes the bouquet and puts it on the bench he was sitting on. “you’ll have to do something to get them back.” he grinned. “and thank you for remembering my favorite drink,” he said, before taking a sip. he let out an appreciative grunt, thoroughly admiring the drink.

“what is it that i should do?” you looked at him, raising your brows, “you made me wait and now you’re making me do something again? such a gentleman.”

he put his drink down. “all you have to do is spend the afternoon with me.”

you snorted. “that’s it?”

he took another swig at the latte, looking fondly at you. “yep. it’s that easy, y/n.”

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5:44 pm.

the last rays of the september sun cast a warm glow on your figures as you two walked side by side. your date was coming to an end and sohee was walking you home. the previous nervous atmosphere has dissipated and has long been replaced by witty comments and cheeky grins.

"what did you think of me when we first met?" he asked, turning to face you.

"that's so sudden." you glanced at him. he continued looking at you, determined to obtain an answer. you gave it a thought.

you thought he was cute, and his friendly demeanor made him instantly likable. you tell him just that. he lets out a boyish laugh; the one he does when he doesn't quite know what to say.

not knowing what to say next, you bask in the comfortable silence. you were never good with words, so you appreciate him not prodding too much.

the two of you continued walking next to the han river, hands almost brushing together, but not quite.

you stared straight ahead, even when you felt his gaze lingering. you just couldn't bear seeing his eyes focused on you with such intensity.

you added, "what about you? what did you first think of me?"

"hm..." he looked up, thinking.

"i know." he snorted, "when do you think was the day we met?"

"we were at shotaro's appartment, right?

"nope. actually, i first saw you in composition 1104. remember professor choi?"

wait. he knew you then?

he chuckled. "you were kind of my hallway crush since then."

you stopped in your tracks. "really?" you say, facing him.

"yeah, i didn't know your name back then. but i thought you were really pretty." he added, voice suddenly soft. "i didn't have the courage to tell you so i just... kept it to myself."

you didn't think he'd compliment you like this—you expected him to crack a joke as per usual or tease you about something embarassing you said.

you felt blood rush to your face as you noticed the honey in his eyes and the slight upward curve of his lips.

despite your inhibitions, you felt yourself slowly inching closer as he did the same. you could smell his cologne—a fresh aromatic scent tickling your nose. his right hand tenderly cupped your cheek. you shivered at the physical contact.

"y/n, may i?" he asked, as he gingerly tucked a strand behind your ear.

you hum in agreement while your hands grab onto his shirt.

finally, your lips touched. you closed your eyes, as you melted in his presence, feeling his warmth envelop you. you could feel him smile through the kiss, making your cheeks turn redder than you could imagine. it felt like time stopped and all that mattered was him and only him. your heart was beating so fast, you thought he could hear it too.

sohee's the first to break the kiss, his face flushed. he leaned back, just enough for your foreheads to be still touching. you could feel his thumb tracing circles on your cheek.

"wow," you both said in unison. your eyes met his, and not being able to take the intensity, you both started laughing, jumping away from each other.

"that was really nice," he muttered, "you don't know how badly i wanted that..." he eyed you sheepishly.

you couldn't help but laugh again, so overcome with joy. "you're not the only one," you replied.

you walked some more, engaged in playful conversation, and soon, your front door came into view.

"so here's your bouquet, as i promised."

"thanks. i'll put them in a vase as soon as i'm home!" you grabbed them, "i had fun today. thank you sohee." you smiled at him.

"no, thank you for spending time with same old me," he retorted, nudging your shoulder playfully.

as you made your way to your door, sohee doesn't walk away, still gazing at you.

"what is it?" you turned around.

he cleared his throat, looking down. "i wanna kiss you again, y/n."

@ lcvehee | hope you enjoyed :)

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veryconnoisseurcherryblossom · 2 years ago

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Bastard Boyfriend

Summary: Starscream and you had another argument... Which leads to the inevitable.

pairing: Starscream/Reader

fandom: Transformers

rating: Explicit

warnings: None

tags: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Hate Sex

“Fr-frag you!”

“I’m a bit busy fragging you!”

Starscream snarled back at you, slamming his spike into you with a ferocity you haven’t felt since the last fight you both had… so about 2 weeks ago. His grip on your hips strengthened- you were sure to have dents and paint transfers you’d need to fix after this, but that wasn’t anything new.

Every thrust caused the table to scoot over the floor, the screech joining the cacophony of wet slaps, metallic clangs, fans, curses and grunts. You glared at Starscream, biting your glossa to keep yourself from moaning.

Primus, you hate him. Despised him. This was, what- the second, no, third time he openly flirted with another bot? Stupid Screamer, barely able to keep his optics off of someone else's aft. So obvious about it until he gets called out, then it’s, no you’re imagining things.

You could do way better. Someone way more trusting, more friendly, more worthy. All your friends told you this every time you both fought. Pits, you knew you could do better. But it always ended like this, after every fight or break up, with you being-

“What did I say about zoning off or thinking about anything but this frag!?”

Starscream’s screeching voice and a particularly hard, delicious thrust brought you out of your angry thoughts with a loud wanton moan. You shut your mouth tight when you see Starscream smirk triumphantly. Scowling, you venomously berate him.

“Maybe if you fragged like that more often I would be so- frag - so pissed-!”

A dark look crossed over Starscream’s red optics. Sneering, he pulled out of you and pushed you down by your legs, a loud whine ripping from your vocalizer. You were now laying on the table, your knees on either side of your head. You looked at Starscream’s face, he had the most… Starscream-iest smirk you had ever seen. There was no way to describe it. It promised something immense.

“Fine then!”

Before you could respond- yell, call him a glitch, a fragger or any other insult, he began to piston into you with fever. It left you stunned, your vents hitching for a brief nanoklik before they whirled to life on full. Your optics flickered, the sudden pleasure of you valve being so roughly treated, like you were nothing more than a common two bit piece of shareware on Velocitron-

“Oh frag! Yes, yes!”

You couldn’t help yourself, throwing your helm back and you glossa rolling out of your intake- you bet you were a very pretty picture for Starscream. He might have been recording you, and you couldn't bring yourself to care. Starscream looked so pleased with himself when he saw your face twist in pleasure.

“Tch! Look at you- so easily tamed!”

You moaned at Starscream’s insulting words, tears beginning to form in the corner of your optics. Letting go of one of your legs, he moved his servo down to your valve, pinching your anterior node. Squealing in pleasure, you began to beg.

“D-don’t stop! For Primus’ sake, don’t stop-!”

You were close- so close. Perhaps arguing was a form of foreplay for the two of you. It certainly got you going. He continued to thrust into you, chirping in Vosian. Almost growling- you were too busy thinking about how good it felt for his spike to ram against your ceiling node, the way he pulled and rubbed at your anterior node to care about what he was saying.

Primus, it felt too good.

“St-star, I’m- I’m close!”

You moaned out, ex-venting heavily. Starscream smirked- it should be illegal for anyone to look that good smirking, especially in such a smug way. You callipers worked feverishly on Starscream’s spike, each thrust of his lighting up your valve sensors and bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Starscream sneered, his denta glinting in the dim lighting.

“Go on- overload for me! Show me how you really feel!”

With a cry, you came undone. Overloading so intensely you optics went offline, your frame shuddered and vented heavily with each wave of pleasure washing over you, your transfluid squirting onto his modesty plating and spike. Starscream never stopped fragging you, his pace however became frantic and uneven, he too was reaching his end.

“Fr-frag!”

He pulled out and overloaded over your abdomen and chassis with a loud groan, coolant dripping down his face. Glowing pink transfluid streaked across your chassis and abdomen. God, his beautiful, beautiful face- the picture of perfection, especially when he’s coming down from an intense sex high and-

And you scoffed, disgusted. Your optics came online and you glared at the venting seeker.

“You fragging glitch- you know your transfluid ruins my finish!”

Wordlessly Starscream bends down and grabs your face, softly taking your derma into his own. You didn’t fight back, you brought your arms around his neck, keeping him there as you moved your derma against his. It was the softest thing he had done all week. It made you feel like your spark was melting and bursting at the same time, your tank felt like it was full of robotterflies.

All too soon however, he pulled away from you, your arms gently falling to your sides. Maybe you were too spike drunk, but the way he looked at you right now almost seemed affectionate. Loving, even. He pulled a cleaning rag from his subspace and began to wipe his transfluid off of both of you without a word.

“... I’m still mad at you.”

You mumbled, looking away. Starscream smirked, his optics becoming a dim red. He moves his servo down your chassis to your valve once more, languidly circling your anterior node with his thumb. His voice is low and sultry as you gasp and moan.

“I know how to make it up to you.”

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