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short-honey-badger · 6 months ago

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Kelp? No, Hello!

This has come from a little brainstorming session with my darling @goth-mami-writer. Enjoy a little JJK soul mate fic. We've decided to do our own takes on this, so I hope you enjoy! I'll have her works tagged below!

Pairings: Inumaki Toge x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut! Fast burn. Cunnilingus. The movie spoiled me. Fluff and sweet things.

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Toge doesn't expect to meet his soul mate while out for a snack run for the other second years in his class. You'd bumped into him coming out of the convenience store, and both of you had felt that instant connection when he'd grabbed your hand to prevent you from falling. Your face, red and adorable, stared up at him.

"Hi."

Toge wished more than anything that he could say anything to you that wasn't a rich ball ingredient, brows furrowing, as he slowly offers you a soft.

"Kelp."

Embarrassment welled up in his chest when you gave him an odd look, but then you shrugged like it was no big deal, giving Toge a winning smile and suggested that the two of you go somewhere less crowded.

Inumaki had easily agreed and shot a quick text off to Maki to let her know that he'd be back later that evening. He'd then followed you to a nearby park, your hand tangled with his own the entire time. The longer he held your hand, the more his mouth and tongue felt tingly, like he'd eaten something sour. It wasn't until he made it to the park that Inumaki recalled something Gojo had mentioned in passing about soul mates before.

"Soul mates, as rare as they are, can be dangerous. With enough skin on skin contact, your "other half" can mute your cursed technique. It's that reason why you hardly see anyone paired up around here."

Toge felt his heart rate pick up twofold, and his hand shook as he grabbed the zipper to his mask and tugged it down. You were looking at him curiously, taking in the old tattoos that he had on either side of his mouth. He licks his lips, voice rough when he speaks up.

"Hello."

You had beamed at him, excited but unsure as to why, other than knowing your soul mate seemed incredibly relieved about something. Toge had quickly introduced himself, speech picking up speed the more he relaxed in the knowledge that he couldn't hurt you with his cursed speech as long as you were touching him.

Things moved quickly after that. Dates and outings when Toge had the time outside of school, taking every bit of his spare time to get to know you. It's a month into his new relationship when things turn heated while he's at your apartment visiting.

You lay played across the bed, eyes only for Inumaki as the white-haired man hovers over you. Your shirt and pants have been cast aside, and he only wears a pair of boxers. You smooth your hands across his pale body, fingers dragging along his lean muscles and then up to pull him down for a kiss. His free hand grips your side, keeping your squirming body still.

You open your legs, and his throbbing erection flush with the heat of your core as your slide your legs up and around his hips. He sighs into the kiss, grinding down and enjoying the way your legs squeeze around him. You have been so kind, so understanding with him, and Inumaki loves you for it.

Toge breaks the kiss, smoothing down to nip at your jaw, and admiring the soft sounds that you make in response to his touch. Down he goes, taking your bra off and wrapping his lips around a peaked nipple. He leaves it swollen and red before he moves to the other one, giving it the same soft attention.

You whine and huff under him, dropping your legs when he scoots down to press loving kisses to your stomach and hip bones. He peeks up at you, purple eyes dark with arousal and want.

"You're so pretty," He murmurs and licks his lips, dipping his head to press a kiss to your covered mound. You shiver, eyes half-lidded as you thread your fingers through his hair.

His hands grasp your panties, sliding them down and past your legs to toss behind him. Inumaki strokes the sensitive skin of your hip bones, trailing them down to gently slide his middle finger through your sticky folds. He hums at how wet you are and explores further, slicking his fingers with your juices and basking in the noises you make for him.

"Toge, please."

Inumaki shifts back down at your quiet pleading, kissing your inner thighs and then up to your quivering lips. You whine at the heat of his tongue against your pussy, legs shifts open to accommodate his shoulders. He lulls his tongue out and groans when when he slides the muscle through your folds, finally tasting you. His mouth is devilish, tongue swirling against your clit and then pressing down with the perfect amount of pressure that it makes you see stars.

Toge slides a hand forward, fingers finding your dripping hole and circling it. Your hips buck, and he can't help the huff of amusement that escapes him at your Impatientness. The sorcerer nudges forward, and you sigh in relief at the feeling of being filled, even if it's only his fingers.

Your slick coats his hand, and Toge pulls all sorta of delicious sounds from you as he laps at your cunt like a man lost in the desert. Your stomach tenses, and you can feel that familiar tug deep in your belly as you get closer and closer. Inumaki grunts when you pull his hair, and he rises from your dripping cunt to stare at you, face covered in your juices.

"Is everything okay?"

When you nod, he drops back between your legs, tongue curling around your clit and sucking the throbbing bud into his mouth. You keen and arch off the bed, forcing Toge to push you back down even as he adds another finger. Electric shocks jump up and down your spine as you come with a cry of his name, muscles clenching down around his fingers and slick gushing from your cunt.

Inumaki slows to a stop when you pat the top of his head, feeling smug when he pulls away to smile down at your flushed body. He massages your hips and whispers sweet nothings as you come back to yourself before he leans down and kisses you. He wasn't done just yet.

#reader insert #jjk smut #inumaki toge #jjk inumaki #jjk x reader #inumaki x reader #soulmate au #soulmates #jujitsu kaisen

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bloodibambiidoll · 1 year ago

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Spider Lily

(Steve Harrington x Goth!Fem!Reader)

Summary: You can’t stand Steve Harrington, you didn’t like him in highschool during his “King Steve” days and you don’t like him now. But even though you deny it, even to yourself, there’s always been something about him that made your heart beat speed up. When you’re stuck closing with him one night at Family Video… things finally boil over. Wk:4.3k

Warnings: Sliggght King Steve behavior, he’s not as much of an asshole but he is a bit of a player, enemies to (kinda?) lovers, unprotected sex, spanking, a lil bit of choking (ofc, it’s me), hair pulling, dirty talk (a lil bit of taunting), Soulmate AU, the end is kinda angsty but there will be a part 2. 18+MINDI!!

A/N: It’s been a minute since I had the drive to sit down a finish something so quickly, but I felt very inspired by this idea and hopefully it’s gonna help my writers block. I have 2 other bigger stories l’m working on but this came to me and I had to get it out. Shout out to my bbs @reidsbtch @babygorewhore & @bimbobaggins69 for hyping me up on this one. Divider used is by @firefly-graphics.🖤

You roll your eyes as you watch Steve push the cart filled with video tapes down one of the isles of Family Video. Today was one of the unfortunate days that Robin was off and you were stuck closing alone with him. Robin often served as a buffer between the two of you, but when left alone you butted heads constantly. Bickering over who had to do inventory, who was going to count the till, whose turn it was to answer the phone when it rings. It was never ending scoffs and glares, but you always put on a show for the customers, acting civil whenever the store wasn’t empty.

You didn’t hate Steve, but you just couldn’t stand him. He walked around with this aura of arrogance about him, always flirting with girls that came in, always asking them on dates. They almost always said yes, but on multiple occasions you’ve watched those same girls come back a week later, pissed or crying because he hadn’t called. Robin insisted that he “changed” since highschool. Which you couldn’t deny that in some ways he had, but just because he isn’t as big of an asshole now, doesn’t mean he wasn’t still a player. It seemed like he couldn’t let that part of being “King Steve” go.

Steve didn’t hate you, but the fact that you couldn’t stand him drove him crazy. He gets it, he wasn’t exactly the nicest to you in highschool. He tried to apologize. Multiple times. But you shut him down every time. You were constantly throwing passive aggressive comments his way, rolling your eyes, sometimes you gag when he’s asking girls out right in front of them. So he just started giving you the cold shoulder, glaring and scoffing back, immaturely sticking his tongue out at you. He even pulled your hair a few times. To you it felt like he was proving you right, that he really hadn’t changed. But for him, he kind of felt like a school boy with a crush on a girl that couldn’t stand him.

“I can feel you staring, you know.” Steve had stopped the cart in the middle of the horror aisle, he restocked the tapes as he spoke, not even turning to look at you.

“I’m not staring at you Harrington, keep fucking dreaming.” You scoff, throwing a glare his way before turning your back to him, shoving a tape into the VCR and hitting rewind.

“Yeeeaah suuure, your eyes were practically burning a hole in the side of my head.” He chuckled, turning his head to glance at you. Your back was turned to him, the green Family Video vest you both had to wear obstructing his view from the cropped band tee you were wearing underneath it.

He wasn’t exactly sure when his fascination with you started, but he knows it was much longer than he would probably even admit to himself. He was always drawn to you, in a way. Even if he always had the wrong way of showing it. He felt awful about the things he and his friends said to you growing up, calling you a “witch” and knocking your lunch tray out of your hands. One time he just stood by while Carol ripped the book he had seen you reading all week to streads right in front of you. Throwing the ripped pages in your face. Everybody laughed, but Steve didn’t. Not that time. Not when usually you laughed them off, or gave them shit right back, but he watched the tears well in your eyes and the way your lip trembled. When you ran off with those tears starting to pour down your cheeks, part of him wanted to follow you.

“I’m gonna turn the sign off and lock the door, you wanna count the till? I’ll finish up the go backs.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer, knowing it would be some kind of sassy remark. He unhooked his set of keys from his belt loop, pulling the string on the sign to click it off and locking the door. You look over your shoulder at him, you hate how your eyes linger on the way his shoulders look in that dumb polo and how his hands hold the keys. No matter how much you dislike him you can’t deny that he’s gorgeous. He’s not normally your type, but something about Steve has always been attractive to you. And you hate it. It makes him even more unbearable to you.

You start counting the till and you’re midway through the quarters when you hear a loud crash, causing you to jump and drop them all over the ground. Your head whips to the side, your eyes landing on Steve who is picking up the cart he knocked over in the middle of the aisle, most of the tapes were on the floor and it knocked into one of the shelves, causing some of the ones there to drop to the ground as well.

“Steve, what the fuck! That scared the shit out of me!” You snapped at him as you got down on the ground to pick up the fallen quarters.

“It scared the shit out of you? It scared the shit out of me! It almost fell on my god damn foot!” Steve scoffs as he starts to pick up the tapes. Were you seriously mad at him right now?

He hears the sound of your heavy black boots before he sees you, your shadow casting over him in his crouched position. He looks up at you and almost chokes. Your long black velvet skirt accentuates your curves perfectly, a slit up to your thigh showing off a sliver of skin, your cropped tee that you definitely cut yourself is loose enough that he can see up it slightly, getting a view of slight under boob… you weren’t wearing a bra. The bright fluorescent family video lights shine above you and from this angle it makes you look like an angel dressed in black. Your combat clad booted foot taps on the ground as you cross your arms, glaring down at him.

“What the hell happened? You seriously knocked the cart over?” Your voice was teasing, your lips turned up into a smirk.

“That rug had a folded corner and the wheel got caught, I don’t know why you’re acting like I threw it on the ground or something.” Steve rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day, standing up to put the tapes back on the shelf. He rests his hands on his hips, his lips set into a hard line as he glares at you. “What is your problem with me, truly?”

“Harrington, you’re joking right?” You laughed, straight up laughed in his face.

“Umm, no? Why the fuck would I be joking? I seriously have tried to be nice to you but no matter what I do you give me a fucking attitude.”

“Oh excuse me, King Steve!! How dare I respect royalty.” You throw your hands up in mock surrender, your eyes widen but that damn smirk doesn’t falter.

“Oh don’t fucking start with that again! You know that’s not who I am anymore, I’ve told you I’m sorry in every way I can possibly think of! I’m sorry I was a fucking dick! But I’m different now! You just - you bring out this side of me. You’re so fucking frustrating!” He runs his hands through his chestnut locks before dragging them down his face, letting out a deep sigh.

“If you’re soooo different why are there different girls coming in here every week whining because you didn’t call them back? Kind of sounds like a dick fucking move to me.”

“Why do you care? You’re constantly bringing that up. Like yeah Robin gives me shit about it but she’s just fucking with me, you’re actually mad. Are you�� jealous?”

“Why the fuck would I be jealous Steve? I don’t even fucking like you as a person let alone am I romantically interested in you!!” You were pissed now, jealous? He has some fucking audacity to even think that, but to say it out loud?

“I don’t know, you seem kinda jealous to me. You’re always giving the girls I ask out dirty looks, with this pout on your lips. Also that gagging thing you do, I really would chalk it up to you actually thinking it’s gross but when Stacy came in demanding answers about why I didn’t call… you still glared, but you had this smirk on your lips, instead of a pout…” He takes a few steps closer, only leaving a foot between you. The air feels tense… but in a way it never has before.

“Oh my god, you are so fucking arrogant, Steve Harrington! You do realize not every single girl wants to fall at your feet, right? Grow up! We aren’t in highschool anymore!” You’re talking with your hands, your boot stomping against the ground as you yell at him.

“If we aren’t in highschool anymore than why can't you let this go!? You know I don’t really think that right? There was one girl I never thought wanted me… until right now.” He bites his lip, his eyes wandering your form. He takes a step closer to you so you’re chest to chest, his face is inches from yours and his hazel eyes are staring daggers into yours. But he notices you don’t back away, or push him off, you just glare right back.

“If you’re talking about me, you couldn’t be further off. I haven’t, won’t, and will never want you. You’re a fucking ass.” Your black manicured finger pokes at his chest and he grabs your smaller hand in his large one, holding it in place on his chest.

“Then why aren’t you moving?” You’ve never heard his voice this low and husky and it sent a shiver down your spine against your will.

“I-“ you try to come up with a reason, you really do, but you don’t know why you aren't moving, you just know you don’t want to. No matter how much your mind tries to protest, your body betrays you.

“You what? You don’t have an answer because you know it’s true… I can feel you shaking, baby.” The hand that isn’t holding yours comes up to cup your face, his thumb running over your lips. Baby? Fuck. You shouldn’t love that as much as you do. But right now you feel like you’d do anything to hear him say it again.

“Fuck it.”

You thread your fingers into his hair, pulling his lips against your own into a harsh kiss. You hate to admit that you’ve thought about kissing him before. But in your mind it was always this aggressive anger fueled thing and even though you pulled him into the kiss intending to do just that, the minute your lips touched it became tender. His lips were so soft, and he somehow tasted so sweet, every single nerve in your body felt like it was lit up. You suddenly understood all those cheesy romance movies that talked about “fireworks” when the characters finally kiss. It was the kind of kiss they describe when they teach you about soulmate bounds in school. But Steve couldn’t be your soulmate, could he? There’s no way. You push the thought from your mind for now, letting your body melt into his kiss.

His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and the kiss quickly becomes heated, his hands coming down to grab your hips harshly and yours pulling at his hair. You both moan into the kiss, your bodies pressed closely together, your thighs clenched and his cock starts to harden in his already tight jeans. Your body feels like it’s on fire everywhere he’s touching, those fireworks continuing to go off under your skin. His leg slides between your thighs and you subconsciously grind down on it. Your body searching for any sort of friction.

“Fuck. Stock room. Now.” Steve pulls back from the kiss, his eyes are filled with lust and his breathing is heavy. He uses his grip on your hips to spin you around, pulling your back against his chest and placing a kiss on your neck. “You want that pretty girl? Want me to fuck you?”

You don’t respond with words, you just pull away from him and start walking towards the back, not even sparing him a glance.

As soon as the stockroom door is shut, Steve is on you, harshly grabbing your hips to pull you against him, his mouth feverishly attacking yours. This kiss is different from the first, it’s desperate, hungry. Your arms loop around his shoulders, your hands traveling to the hairs at the nape of his neck and pulling. He moans into the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, almost like he’s trying to memorize it.

“Fuck, Steve. I need you.”

You break the kiss, looking up at him with lust filled eyes. He turns you, pushing your back up against one of the shorter shelves. He pushes your vest off, one of his hands traveling up your cropped shirt, finding you braless just like he thought he would. He gropes your tit, tweaking your sensitive nipple before moving onto the other one. His lips attack your neck and you’re sure there will be a mark or two you'd have to explain to Robin when you saw her. But right now you didn’t care. You need him everywhere.

“Yeah? You need me now? I thought you couldn’t stand me?”

Steve looked at you with a devilish smirk, his unoccupied hand finding the slit in your skirt, grazing over your upper thigh before traveling behind you to grab a handful of your ass. He ruts against you and you can feel his hard cock through his jeans. You palm him, causing him to groan into your throat, his breath sending tingles down your spine.

“I still can’t stand you Harrington, but right now, I need you to fuck me like you hate me.” You grab him through his jeans, moving your hand up and down his shaft to the best of your ability with the burrier in the way.

“Shit. Fuck. Take this the fuck off then.”

His fingers hook in the waistband of your skirt, the velvet feels soft on his skin and for a fleeting moment he imagines how it might feel against his cheek while he laid in your lap, your fingers in his hair in a more gentle way. He pushes the thought from his mind, giving you a questioning glance, you nod and he immediately pushes your skirt down your hips. It pools around your boots on the floor. He kneels down to pull it from your feet entirely, tossing it to the side.

He takes a moment to admire you. Your ass pressed up against the shelf, your shirt is askew, hanging off your shoulder where you cut the collar to make it more low cut, the bright red lacy thong you’re wearing sits perfectly on your curves, and those god damn platform boots that drive him crazy. Your hairs a bit disheveled and your black painted lips are kiss swollen, some of your shiny black lipgloss smeared around your mouth. You’re so frustratingly beautiful, he just wants to eat you alive. You lean down to take your boots off but Steve stops you, grabbing your wrist to pull you back into a standing position.

“Keep them on” he practically growls at you, sending heat rushing through your whole body. Who would’ve thought King Steve would want to fuck a girl in giant goth boots? His large hands grab you roughly flipping you over so your hips are pressed up against the waist high shelf. He pushes your back down so you're bent over it. Leaving a harsh smack on your ass. “Look at this pretty little ass, bet your pussy is just as pretty, huh?”

His fingers run up your clothed slit, looping in the strings of your panties before pushing them down to your ankles. You hear him taking his shirt off and you peer over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his bare chest. You hadn’t seen him shirtless since highschool and he had definitely matured. His chest now covered in a patch of dark hair, his shoulders broader, his stomach is a little less toned since he doesn’t play sports anymore but it’s honestly sexier that way to you. A moan leaves your lips when his fingers return to your core, gathering up the wetness between your lips, he brings his slick fingers to your clit, circling it.

“Steeeveee, stop fucking teasing me and do som-“ you’re cut off by a harsh smack on your ass, causing you to jolt forward and moan.

“Quit with the fucking attitude or I’m not giving you shit, I’ll walk out of here right now.” Two more smacks land on your opposite ass cheek before two large fingers are being shoved knuckle deep into your pussy. You’re so wet they slide right in. He immediately finds your sweet spot, rubbing the pads of his fingers against it before thrusting his fingers in and out of you roughly. “You’re awfully wet for someone who can’t stand me baby, maybe you don’t like me, but your pussy does.”

“Fuck - fuck Steve, your fi - fingers are so fucking good.” Your eyes roll back, your hips pushing against his hand on their own accord. No one had ever gotten you so close to the edge this fast, but Steve was making you crumble in mere minutes, on just his thick fingers alone. His thumb comes down to rub quick circles on your clit and you think that’s it, you feel yourself about to fall over the edge when suddenly he pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. “What the fuck! I was about to cum you asshole!!”

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you? Only girls I like get to cum, unless they beg for it.” You hear his belt buckle clinking behind you, and god do you wish you could see his cock right now. It felt so big through his jeans and you know it has to be beautiful. Even though you can’t see it you feel him run his tip through your dripping folds. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll be begging before you know it. I know you’re gonna say some shit like ‘keep dreaming, Harrington’ but I don’t wanna hear it. I just wanna hear you beg for me.”

You’re prepared to give him a snide come back but it’s erased from your mind when you feel the head of his cock start to slide inside you. He pushes it in and out a few times and for a second you think he’s gonna go slow, you’re about to complain but you’re cut off by the moan that leaves your lips when he shoves his cock halfway inside you in one thrust. He’s big, but the stretch feels so fucking good and you’re so wet that he’s sliding so perfectly inside you. You want to feel all of him, you push your hips back so his cock slides fully inside you. He lets you bounce back against him a few times before he’s grabbing your hips, fucking into you at a brutal pace.

“Oh shit, Steve!” You moan loudly, your hands gripping onto the shelf for purchase as he thrusts into you over and over again. You’re sure your hips will be bruised, from not only the shelf digging into them but also the hard grasp he has on you. The thought of being marked up by him stirs something inside you that you try not to dwell on.

“This pussy feels so fucking good, you’re gripping me so good baby, so fucking tight. Like it was made for me.”

His hand comes up to grab onto your hair, pulling your head until your back is flushed against his chest. The new angle has him hitting deeper than before, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. The hand not in your hair grabs onto your tits harshly, pulling and pinching your nipples as he continues his brutal pace. You’re a moaning mess, drool starting to drip down your chin, and you’re already so close to cumming it’s almost embarrassing.

“Fuuuuck oh my - oh my fucking godddd.” Your eyes roll back as Steve lets go of the grip on your hair, quickly grabbing you by the throat before you can fall forward. His other hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

“You’re close already, huh? I can feel it, I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You wanna cum? Beg. Beg me to cum, or I’ll stop fucking you.” He growls in your ear, never letting up on his thrusts.

“No - I - I’m - fuck! Just let me cum, don’t be a fucking dick Steve!!” His pace slows, he shoves his cock deep inside you and then stops moving entirely. One hand is still around your throat and the other is pressing down on your clit but no longer moving.

“I said beg. I’ll pull out and jerk off right here in front of you. Now be a good girl and beg me to cum.”

“God fucking damn it. Steve! Fucking please? Please let me cum? Keep fucking me please? Just wanna cum on your big cock! I can’t take it anymore! Please make me cum!” You didn’t want it to come out that whiny, but once you started begging it was like you couldn’t stop. You need him to keep fucking you.

“Good fucking girl, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He releases his grip on your throat pushing on your back so your top half is flat against the shelf again. He grips your hips harshly as he resumes fucking into you harder and faster than before. “This is all you needed to ditch that attitude, huh? Needed to be fucked so good? Put in your place?”

“Yes - yeah - fuuuckkkk feels so fucking good I -“

His fingers find your clit again and that’s it for you. Your orgasm crashes over you like a flood. It racks through your entire body, making you see stars. The feeling of your walls tightening around his cock and the sounds you’re making as your high washes over you sends Steve over the edge too. He cums hard, his cock nestled deep inside you as he fills you.

“Shit. Fuck.” Steve pants, pulling out of you and stepping back a few inches so he can watch his cum drip from your pussy. “Wish I could keep you like this, all fucked out and dripping with my cum. Too cock drunk to give me an attitude.”

You feel his fingers caress your overly sensitive lips, gathering the cum that dripped out, he shoves his fingers inside you before leaning down to pull your panties back up your legs.

“Now you have to go home stuffed full of me, when you take your panties off you won’t be able to help but think of me.” You can hear the smirk in his voice and it makes you roll your eyes. You turn around to face him, giving him a death glare. “Look at me like that all you want, I’m not going to forget you were begging me to cum less than five minutes ago.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying.” You roll your eyes again, but this time when you say it you laugh, and there’s a glimmer in your eyes that’s still teasing, but lighter. It gives Steve hope.

“Whaaateeever you say, baby.”

He smirks at you, sending you a wink before turning around to find his discarded shirt. You take a moment to admire his back. Broad and covered in moles that you want to connect with your fingers, maybe even your lips. His jeans fit so perfectly on his ass, and his shoulders… wait. You pause, your mouth dropping open as you catch sight of his shoulder. You almost think your mind is playing tricks on you, you wish it was. But there clear as day on his left upper shoulder are two simple red spider lilies. A mark that matches the one on your ribs exactly. Steve Harrington, King Steve, the bane of your existence… was your soulmate.

This could not be happening. No way. Absolutely not. You grab your skirt, pulling it on in a frenzy. Steve turns to look at you right as you are pulling up the zipper with a panicked look on your face.

“Hey, it’s okay, are you okay? I’m sorry for teasing you I-“

“I gotta go. I - uh - I just gotta go. I’m sorry.”

You can’t even think straight, you can’t be near him right now. You need to think and the smell of him and the way his hands feel on your forearms is clouding your thoughts and you just need to go. You spare him a sad glance before pulling your arms from his grasp. You grab your bag from under the counter and run out of the building towards your car. You slam the door closed once you’re inside, your breathing is labored and your mind feels like someone put it in a blender. You shove the keys in the ignition, regretting your decision to peak back at the building before pulling out. Steve was standing in the front window, a confused look on his face as he watched you pull away. He was beautiful, and frustrating, and he was your goddamn soulmate. Fuck.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington soulmate au #soulmate Steve Harrington #Dolly writes #Steve Harrington smut #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #Steve Harrington x goth!reader

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killerlookz · 6 months ago

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Joost Klein x Goth!Gf Headcannons

content: SFW and NSFW headcannons below the cut, 18+ MDNI, this work contains rpf and has been tagged as such, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable

SFW Headcannons

You're pretty much his personal makeup artist now, anytime he wants to do his fun little facepaint looks (like the mime or kiss makeup) you're the first one he's asking to help him out

He absolutely doesn't mind you kissing him with your lipstick on and is in no rush to wash off the dark-colored lipstick prints you leave on his cheeks after you do so, sometimes letting them sit there for hours while he goes about his day.

You can't tell me that this man doesn't absolutely love going to the goth clubs. It's definitely a different speed than he's usually used to, and some of the music may be a little slow for his taste but that man just absolutely loves dancing and the nightlife in general.

He definitely dresses up to "fit in" to go to the goth clubs too! Putting on whatever black items he can find in his closet, usually a pair of rugged black jeans adorned with a thick belt either studded or with a big buckle and some black shirt he spent far too much money on. He usually ends up looking more like he's about to join Opium or Drain Gang than he does goth, but your heart entirely melts at the fact that he's trying.

You absolutely inspire him to buy a pair of New Rocks (side note im actually surprised ive never seen him in new rocks they're very his style lol) and he just absolutely towers over you in them, which he finds very amusing (cue him teasing you about being "short" even though the platforms of those shoes are like 10 cm, making him like 198 cm/ 6'5)

If you are wearing big shoes and they start to hurt he will absolutely carry you back to wherever you need to go- The same goes for if you're breaking in new shoes- you're out and about together and all of a sudden you start treading behind him, walking awkwardly due to the blisters forming on your heels and the backs of your ankles- and he knows, you don't even have to say anything, he just stops dead in his tracks, and bends down for you to get on his back.

Thrifting/ DIYing dates!!! It becomes a tradition for the two of you to go out to thrift/consignment stores and pick out pieces for the two of you to style or DIY into something. He loves it especially when you DIY things for him, and always shows off the clothes/accessories you put together for him, "Oh you like my necklace? Yeah, my girlfriend made it for me."

He laces up your corsets for you! No longer do you need to struggle trying to reach behind your back to tie your corsets. He's always so delicate about it too, "You're sure I'm not squeezing you too tight?" Running his hands all along your sides and your hips after he finishes tying it shut.

He definitely just thinks you are so cool, despite having his own unique style himself, he is just in so much awe of you being yourself, and just genuinely finds you to be the coolest person on Earth, whether its the way you do your makeup, or dress, or the music you listen to, he's just obsessed.

He'll absolutely tease you a little bit though, cue him singing "Because toniiiight will be the noiiight that I will fall for yewwww over agaiiiin" at you because he knows it pisses you off *just a little* you'll chastise him for that being emo not goth, but he still finds it funny regardless, and he loves seeing that little smile you give him when you're trying to pretend to be mad at him, but really you're holding back a laugh

He loves when you wear his necklaces or his fancy belts to accessorize with

Getting tattoos together is a muuuust, he's not so into the idea of matching tattoos, but just spontaneously on a whim being like, "hey do you wanna get another tattoo today?"

NSFW Headcannons

You CANNOT count how many new fishnet tights you've had to buy from Joost being far too impatient to get you undressed, bending you over, lifting up your skirt and just ripping the flimsy fabric open, not even bothering to take them off of you.

However, when the sex is more romantic he absolutely loves taking his time with you, so delicately removing each of your layers (and us goth girlies know... we wear a looot of layers lmaoo) he just loves being all sensual about it, he also just for sure enjoys teasing you with how excruciatingly slow he is about it.

Loves seeing how much he can ruin your makeup, whether its smudged lipstick or eyeliner dripping down your face, the messier the better.

In addition to fucking up your makeup he loves when you go down on him while you're wearing lipstick, the way your lipstick smears as you take him in your mouth, god he finds it so hot.

Obsessed with when you wear leather or latex!! Oof the way the tight, shiny material hugs your body, he cannot get enough, and honestly is ready to take it off of you the second you slip it on.

He absolutely adores you in lace too (especially black lacey lingerie) when you wear lacey tops with nothing but a bra underneath... (same can be said for a fishnet top) oooooh girl he is absolutely feral, the way you're technically "covered" but still exposed in all the right spots... whew

If you have long/pointy nails he looves feeling you dig them into him as he fucks you,

Whenever the two of you go out to the goth clubs things definitely get very steamy, always ending up with his arms wrapped around your waist and your ass pressed against his crotch as your bodies move together to the dark, slow, synthy music.

He loves it when you bite him! Always calling you his little vampire as you suck on his neck, leaving pretty little lovebites and lipstick smudges on his skin. (vampire/blood kink goes brrrr wait what who said that hAHAHHAHHA)

Fucking to goth music is a MUST... not sorry about it, bands like Depeche Mode and She Wants Revenge are top tier sex music, him mumbling along to Tear You Apart, his lips pressing into your neck, sending vibrations down your spine as he slowly undresses you.

Also fucking while watching horror movies hehehehe, there's just something about the suspense and tension that gets your blood going, one second you're watching the TV anxiously, and the next second he's on top of you as you're begging for him to please fuck you.

#joost klein #joost klein x reader #joost klein smut #joost klein x f!reader #joost klein rpf #rpf

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clavissionary-position · 9 months ago

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Ikeprinces Ranked By Their Swim Speed

God Tier

RIO . This may be controversial, and while in practice his speed seems indistinguishable from Silvio’s, on paper it’s a different story. He didn’t survive a lifetime of well-intentioned harassment and water chases to come out as the loser. And frankly, even Silvio’s a little proud of his bro.

SILVIO . (Bane-voice) They say he was born in the sea. A sea of amniotic fluid.

LUKE . What he lacks in swim speed (which he doesn’t) he makes up for in sheer power.

Olympic Tier

KEITH . He is a powerful, tol boi.

LICHT . Our exercise king does not limit himself to activities on land.

JIN . You can’t be in his line of work and risk getting caught, no matter the terrain.

SARIEL . His regular outfit is basically a medieval goth wetsuit.

LEON . Faster than Chev? What? Am I on drugs? They have comparable swim speeds, but Leon has a sleight height advantage which he has learned to make exquisite use of.

CHEVALIER . What he lacks in swim speed he makes up for in sheer power and underwater presence. Shark energy.

Wet Clavis Tier

CLAVIS . What kind of list would this be if Clavis wasn’t exactly one spot below Chev.

Weenie Hut Jr. Tier

NOKTO . No

YVES . Ponds hate him. Mud wants to date him.

GILBERT . You cannot measure what does not exist.

#ikemen prince #jin grandet #chevalier michel #clavis lelouch #leon dompteur #yves kloss #licht klein #nokto klein #luke randolph #rio ortiz #sariel noir #silvio ricci #keith howell #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri ranked

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icycoldninja · 7 months ago

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Hello! I'm wondering if you could write the Sparda Boys + Lady (If you write for her, feel free to ignore if you don't) with a Dhampir S/O?

I don't do Lady but I do write for the boys. Enjoy 💜

Sparda boys + V x Dhampir Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is amazed. He's the spawn of a demon and a human, and you're the child of a human and a vampire? So cool.

-Won't stop bombarding you with questions regarding your abilities like an overly curious child.

-Will challenge you to duels and races to see if your Dhampire strength and speed can outmatch his demonic stamina.

-Constantly testing your senses of smell and sight by doing stupid things like dropping a pin in the middle of the road at 2:00 AM to see if you could hear it, or by taping really tiny notes to trees outside to see if you can see them.

-Has absolutely no problem being your living blood bank, to be leeches off of whenever you need it.

-He'll extend his arm, leg, and even neck to you. It doesn't matter, Dante will let you drink from him anywhere, for as long as you need. He loves the feeling of being drained dry. Don't read into that

■ Vergil ■

-Quite impressed, as Dhampirs have a great deal of POWER.

-Wants to test your strength in every way possible, from arm wrestling to actual, physical wrestling in which you end up suplexing each other onto the floor.

-Sword duels are also common, during which your true strength is displayed. It's exhilarating, finding a good match, and as a result, duels become as commonplace as your daily workouts.

-Your heightened senses are a boon during devil hunting missions since you can sense them anywhere, no matter what they may be doing.

-Has absolutely no qualms about you feeding on him since he secretly enjoys it. The man will never admit it, but he can't get over the feeling of having your fangs sink into his flesh.

-Bonus points if you bite him on the neck. It makes him feel like you're in a cheesy Wattpad vampire-romance story where he's the lovestruck human and you're the baddie vampire.

□ Nero □

-Nero was honestly scared at first. He always thought of vampires as mythical creatures (ironic, given his dad and uncle are half demons) and never thought he'd end up dating the child of one. But here you are in all your spooky glory.

-Looks up Dhampir on Wikipedia (like I did lol) and asks you questions to see if their information is true. If it isn't, he logs in and changes the page.

-Takes you on devil hunting missions so you can help him beat up demons with your remarkable strength. After seeing you in action, Nero has to admit, you're almost stronger than him. Almost.

-Is very curious to see if you can turn into a bat.

-Is also astounded when he learns you feed on blood, but doesn't want to be your personal blood bank. It's not that he's afraid, no, it's just the thought of having another part of his body ripped away from him is stressing, to say the least.

-To compromise, he brings you animals and occasionally fat demons for you to feast upon. Enjoy!

● V ●

-V was pleasantly surprised to learn you were a Dhanpire. He'd read about them in stories once or twice, but he never even imagined getting to meet one in real life.

-Now that he has, he's curious, are the stories really true? What are vampires like? Do you have the ability to turn others into vampires? Did your father turn your mother into a vampire after you were born? Are vampires really goth? Would he pass for a real-life vampire?

-Depending on your answers, V may decide to write a discourse on vampires, Dhampires, and everything in between, though what he'll do with it is a mystery.

-Very much enjoys it when you put your super strength to use by toting him around the house all the time. You're his personal transport, and he loves it.

-To repay you, he'll offer up his blood for you to feast on, even if there isn't all that much left in him to begin with.

-Loves to cuddle you while you feed; being nestled in your embrace while his blood is drained from his body makes him feel so relaxed for some reason. He expected it to hurt, but it doesn't. It feels strangely good.

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max-xie · 8 months ago

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in honour of gothcleats becoming cannon, all gothcleats moments throughout season 2 (some are more of a stretch then others but shhhhh)

normal and taylor teasing link about asking scary out on a date even though that wasnt what the note said -ep 1

scary says link is metal for pissing on a teachers foot - ep 1

link saying scary is a better soccer player then him - ep 1

link askes scary and only scary what class she is - ep 1

scary choses to go to detention with link - ep 3

scary says link is cool for leaving class - ep 3

link wrote scarys name first when writing to the principal about skipping school -ep 3

link said scary was smarter then him - ep 3

link offers scary to the dance with him or normal and she in return gets very flustered and says no -ep 5

scary admits link is her friend - ep 5

when taylor mentioned that link needed another date, scary sighed loudly to draw attention to her - ep 5

link's voice gets higher when he is talking about how scary is doing a speed date and he said he "doesnt care" very rushedly like he was lying - ep 5

scary called link "pretty cool" - ep 5

link was the only one listening to scary when she went to the mic to tell everyone to run from the dance even though the mic wasnt on -ep 6

link said that scary should get something when the group was saying who should get what from the vending machine - ep 7

link said that he hopes scary is okay - ep 10

link got scary a black coffee and sugar just how she likes it with out him asking, plus he noticed how she likes her coffee - ep 11

link called scary really nice - ep 12

link helps out scary to not be scared in the up down room - ep 13

scary told link not to listen when papa john was talking to them - ep 15

scary knew links exact height - ep 17

scary giving advice to link on how to talk on the phone - ep 17

scary didnt want to say to link "dont get cocky kid, this is the only pussy youre gonna get" when sparrow suggested it -ep18

link and scary figured out how all the magical items worked together - ep 18

link said that scary is probably a good singer - ep 19

link said scary dresses cool - ep 19

scary said that link is so cool when wearing goth clothes - ep 19

out of everyone, scary insults link the least when vinc asks her to insult her friends -ep 20

link went "yes!" when scary said she wants to go back to soccar - ep 20

link giving advice to terry jr about scary and how terry can show his love for her -ep 20

link says "scary youre such a leader" -ep 21

scary tells grant to give link some space -ep 23

link asks scary and only scary if thats her when when went to the church of the doodler and changed into their grand daddies -ep 23

link tells hermie to be a little less when flirting with scary -ep 24

links dnd character is a LOT like scary, plays soccer, looks deep and brooding but is broken inside -ep 24

link misses scary when she wasnt there with them - ep 26

taylor said "fuck scary!" and link said "well... i dont know" - ep 26

1:05:00 (with ads) aka gothcleats bitchy era - ep 27

link breaks the pic anchor with love for scary ("not leaving the group"🙄) -ep 29/30

when mat rolled a 17 for whether the anchor was broken out of love or hate and when the 17 was rolled freddie said "that's love baby" -ep 30

link defended scary against normal -ep 30

scary said that link had a good normal impression -ep 30

scary laughed at links joke -ep 30

link said that he is worried about scary -ep 30

scary said that she never thought that link was a piss boy and defended him -ep 30

link was the only one not to say "i" when they made a vote whether or not theyll vote scary out -ep 30

link heals scary even though they are fighting eachother -ep 31

link hugs scary and scary takes the hug -ep 31

even though scary casts eldrich blast link keeps hugging -ep 31

link said that scary looks peaceful when she sleeps -ep 32

link defends scary by saying she is going through something when taylor was mad at her -ep 32

link says that scary is always funny -ep 33

link asks scary what character she is and asks nobody else -ep 33

link kept on saying "you can do this scary! you can do this" -ep 34

normal as pickle rick told link to tell scary he likes her (and to just fuck already) - ep 34

normal apologies to link about what he said about him telling link to to ask out scary and said that he can ask her out in his own time - ep 34

link screamed "where did scary go" when she disappeared -ep 37

link told normal to stop talking about dads bc scarys step dad died -ep 38

normal said that scary and link had a big crush on eachother and they didnt deny it -ep 38

link said he HAS LOVE FOR SCARY -ep 39

link said that all of scarys thought are dark and beautiful -ep 40

link gives scary protection -ep 41

scary defends link when grant said he is going through a phase - ep 42

link said that scary doesnt need to apologise to tony pepperoni -ep 44

link says he only cares if scary feels better -ep 44

link told only scary a joke about tony and how his wife hated him -ep 44

link says that they should cook dinner for scary more often and asking her if she wants dinner - ep 44

scary is the first person to help link when he turns into lego -ep 48

scary reassurances link that he isnt dead and she trys to calm him down -ep 48

scary declared link the leader and said he was really strong -ep 48

scary said that link is greater then the sum of his parts -ep 48

Lincoln askes where scary is first -ep 49

link got mad when they didnt save scary -ep 49

link wants to find scary -ep 50

scary wishes for links ball when they wished for him without it and he got upset he didnt have it with him -ep 51

link says "thanks scary you really get me" -ep 51

link says that scary is good at a lot of things -ep 51

scary turned into lerry bc she saw link go into heaven prison and she didnt do anything about it (like try to stop that from happening) and her tone sounded sad when she told the group this -ep 51

link says that scary turning into lerry was really impressive -ep 51

scary freaked out when link said he was not needed -ep 51

link said scarys jeans were cool -ep 52

link said that scary is such a good whistler -ep 52

link remembered reminded the group about how scary wants the thrown -ep 52

link convinced taylor to be the air dropper so that scary could have the thrown -ep 52

scary and link talked about what theyll do when they all become god only together -ep 53

link and scary talking about buffy -ep 53

link asked scary what she thinks about the whole god wish situation -ep 53

linc called scary honey -ep 53

scary called linc babe -ep 53

linc called scary babe -ep 53

scary says "oh i love you" to link -ep 53

link says "oh i love you too" to scary -ep 53

link puts his arm around scary to dance -ep 53

link and scary have a son together named "gerry" -ep 53

GOTHCLEATS CANNON IN FUTURE!!! -ep 53

#gothcleats #dndads #dungeons and daddies #lincoln li wilson #dndaddies #scary marlowe #this took me months #there is actually a lot of things

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yokohamapound · 1 year ago

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Since tis Spooky Season, how about some wedding headcanons for our goth boys Bram and Akutagawa? :3

It might no longer be spooky season but goth bois are timeless. <3

Characters: Bram Stoker, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Contents: gn!reader, nsfw mention

Bram Stoker

Bram is certainly the marrying type. Once he’s found someone he feels he can spend the long years of eternity with, he’ll want to lock you down quickly and make it official. Dating is a foreign concept to him, but he will spend some time courting you. He’s very likely the one who proposed marriage, and like, you have eyes, so of course you were going to accept. Who doesn’t want to marry a handsome vampire lord?

It’s not enough to call Bram ‘old-fashioned’. The man is at least several hundred years old, (depending on whether his age is based on the actual Bram Stoker or Vlad Tepes, basis of the legend for Dracula). He’s between approx 170-600 years old. He’s seen trends become traditions and vanish entirely. The wedding would probably be some flavour of traditional, whether that’s a Western white wedding, or a wedding steeped in his spouse’s culture. If you really wanted to, you could have a historical-themed wedding to make Bram feel at home—just expect him to be finicky on the minor details.

“This is the incorrect type of date for this pastry.”

It might take some doing to find a priest willing to marry you to a vampire, or you can forge the documents and have a civil ceremony. It depends on whether or not Bram can actually set foot in a church. He’s probably relieved to discover civil ceremonies are a thing.

Bram looks beautiful in a suit. Just imagine it. A suit tailored to his ridiculous, 6’5” height, possibly a tailcoat, with a cravat, his long hair tied back.

You’ll have to bring him up to speed and explain that, apart from certain cultural traditions, dowries aren’t that common anymore, and that he doesn’t have to offer your father 50 goats for your hand in marriage.

Bram’s a pretty romantic guy, but he always does it with style. He pulls out your chair, his hand is going to rest on the small of your back, and he takes the lead in the first dance waltz, no matter your gender.

The speeches will be short—he’s had to put up with too many of Fukuchi’s soliloquies to want to hear any more monologuing. The wedding dinner—feast, he insists on calling it—is sumptuous, although Bram doesn’t partake. (You’re his wedding feast and he’d rather enjoy that in private.)

Godspeed on your wedding night. Bram’s spent years without a lower half of his body and now he has it back, and a spouse to enjoy. He is…pent up, shall we say~

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Poor Akutagawa is still reeling over the fact that he’s getting married. I would say that either you proposed, or Dazai planted the idea in Akutagawa’s head that it was time for him to put a ring on it. If Akutagawa proposed, your ring is some beautiful antique with a large stone and a creepy story attached to it. Don’t forget that Akutagawa makes bank in the Port Mafia.

Please, please, please plan a goth wedding.

Please remember that this is the same young man who said this when asked what he would give as a wedding present: “I'd gift them the enemy's freshly severed head decorated with bloody barren flowers.” Suffice it to say, Akutagawa should not be left in charge of either your gift registry or the flower arrangements. You will end up with a load of obscure antiques, knives, and bunches of rotting flowers “to show the briefness of our lifespans.”

Maybe compromise with dried flower garlands or even black roses if you want to go full 2007 My Chemical Romance-core. (Look me in the eye and tell me Akutagawa wouldn’t look up if you played him a G-note on the piano.)

He hates being the centre of attention in the actual wedding, so he’s more than happy to deflect it all toward you instead. The moments he seems happiest are when he gets to see Gin wearing a bridesmaid dress, when Dazai stands up to make a speech (during which Akutagawa sits up like he’s in a school assembly while the headmaster is speaking), and during the vows, when he’s focusing on you and only you.

He looks wonderful in his suit - let him have full tails and black tie and he'll be content.

Your wedding photographs look like one of those austere Victorian family portraits, save for Tachihara throwing up the bunny ears behind Gin’s head.

Akutagawa has a secret sweet tooth he won’t admit to, which is why he tries to pretend that he hasn’t had three slices of chocolate cake.

Either get Dazai drunk or put him in a corner with a plate of crab cakes to keep him occupied, because you really don’t need him making sly comments when it’s time for you and Akutagawa to climb into the car and head off for your honeymoon. His wedding gift for Akutagawa is an inhaler and a note saying, “You’ll need this! xoxo Dazai.”

#yokohamapound #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd imagines #bram stoker bsd #bram x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader

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sw-33-ts-stuff · 2 years ago

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What if y/n is friends with Ajax and they get high together. Wednesday doesn't mind but isn't a fan but one day Ajax gives y/n weed but in the form of chocolate... Dark chocolate and without thinking just leaves it in Wednesdays dorm "y/n is always in here, they'll find eventually".. but that's Wednesday favourite chocolate.. she thinks it's a lovely gift from her lover...

"Thing.. what's wrong with me?? I feel weird"

Clingy and cuddly Wednesday Addams 😌

Your POV

You coughed as the burning sensation spread from your throat to your lungs.

"Damn that's harsh." Ajax laughed as you passed the blunt back to him.

"Pussy." You flipped him off glancing to your watch.

"I gotta go meet Wednesday, you got my chocolates?" The stoner nodded as Kent shivered next to him.

"Seriously I don't know how the hell you can date Wednesday Addams that girl is scary." You smiled fondly at the thought of your girlfriend.

"I know." You snatched the candy from Ajax placing it in your book bag waving to him and Kent as you made way to Ophelia Hall.

You ran knowing your girlfriend would kill you if you were even a second late. You knocked on the door in quick succession as you were met with your favorite scowl.

"Hey baby." She just stood and looked at you assessing your current state. No doubt seeing your bloodshot eyes and smelling what you'd been up to.

Her nose crinkled, an action you always found adorable as it'd always remind you of the trail of freckles on her face.

"You know I abhor that nickname. You're inebriated." You laugh softly.

"Very much so yes." Her scowl just deepened further as you stepped into the room. "I'll go brush my teeth, and make sure to get the smell off my clothes. Why don't you get the movie ready? I bought some of your favorite snacks in my bag."

You quickly give her a kiss as you head to the dorm locker room to do your usual routine for Wednesday. You started by putting in some eye drops and throughout brushing your teeth even scraping your tongue and adding mouthwash to appease your straight laced girlfriend.

Wednesday began to take the items from your bag when she'd found a bag of dark chocolates. She had taken a few pieces without thought as she continued to ready the room for your movie night. Blankets placed on her bed, laptop opened and ready to be played. She felt her head begin to swim as she looked to see Thing tapping repeatedly on her desk.

Are you ok?

The goth looked to the appendage.

"Of course I am why wouldn't I be?" But even the words she said felt false. Her head began swimming as she felt her cold heart speed up. Thing tapped again but the girl ignored him going to sit on her bed for a moment.

"Alright Ness let's get this movie night going yeah?" The pigtailed girl was quiet as she nodded. Internally trying to determine what was wrong with her. She began to grow cold and started shivering catching your attention.

"Wen?" She said nothing as she sat closer to you, her arms wrapping around your waist. You felt your eyes grow wide in alarm. Wednesday never initiates cuddling she would usually shy away from it. At the feeling of your warm body the girl moves closer straddling your lap and laying her head on your shoulder. You look to Thing who taps the desk. "Are you ok?"

The goth just sighs as she begins stroking the back of your neck. You shiver at the light touch.

"Mi amor, mi vida te quiero mucho." You wrap your arms around your girlfriend looking around the room before they land on the bag of dark chocolate Ajax had given you. You blanched at the sight of the bag being half empty.

She's gonna kill me.

Wednesday pulled back slightly stroking your cheeks and leaning in. Soft plush lips touching yours for a moment.

"Te deseo." She whispered before her lips crashed to yours once more.

Maybe I'll enjoy this for just a little longer.

Taglist: @alexkolax

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #wednesday imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader

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perotovar · 11 months ago

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into the beat of the night (interlude) "shake"

pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: E (18+) chapter warnings: swearing, this is honestly just pwp, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms (referenced), overstimulation, frankie being a god damn menace, sub!river this time, takes place sometime after ch6 but could realistically be read as standalone as long as you know they're together. if i missed anything else lmk! word count: 1.3k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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Frankie’s often thought about how lucky he is: his honorable discharge, whatever got him out of Colombia mostly intact, and Marisol’s presence when he wasn’t sure he had anything to keep going for.

But he thinks walking into that goth club might be slowly making its way up the list for him.

“F-Frankie,” River panted, looking pleadingly up at him with big, wet eyes. “Please,” they whined. They dug their blunt nails into his shoulder with one hand, and gripped around his wrist with the other. “I’m–”

“Shh…” Frankie smirks, speeding up the pace of his fingers. “I’ve only got a few more minutes before I gotta leave for work, okay? We still need at least two more.”

River groaned, swollen lips parted as they watched those thick fingers of his appearing and disappearing inside of them. They had been at it since Frankie’s alarm clock went off early that morning. He woke up in a determined mood, and River lost count of how many orgasms Frankie had given them. Their head lolled back against Frankie’s arm, long hair draped over the only thing keeping them upright. River’s legs trembled, one foot dangling off the dining room table, and the other planted against the surface of the table.

Frankie watched their eyes glaze over and the blush on their cheeks deepen in color. They were close, he could tell. “You gonna be good and give me another one?” He grinned, removing the two fingers inside them, a satisfying squelch hitting his ears. River moaned weakly at the emptiness, their chest heaving before they gulped and nodded as they looked up at his face. He pressed the pads of those two fingers against their clit and rubbed in tight little circles. “C’mon, baby,” he grumbled against their neck before sucking lightly at the tattooed flesh.

River whined pathetically, their thighs shaking even harder around his arm. The hand that was around his wrist moved to brace themselves on the table. Their fingernails dug into the table as they scratched against the wood. “F-fuck,” they moaned, biting their lip. Blood thundered in their ears in time with their rapid heartbeat. “I-inside, please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Frankie smirked, his bear paw of a hand covering them entirely as he swirled around their clit a few more times. His middle finger teasingly moved from their clit down to their opening at an agonizingly slow pace, making River groan in frustration. He chuckled darkly, slipping the tip of his finger inside them until it was as deep as it could go. River’s whole body went taut briefly before relaxing, their hips meeting the rhythm his hand was making in a gentle wave. “Mmm, very good,” he hummed, kissing up their neck until his lips latched onto their earlobe to nibble lovingly.

The surface of the table between River’s legs was soaked. They’d built up a little puddle as Frankie pulled orgasm after orgasm out of them, and it was about to get even worse. Their eyes shot open as the feeling low in their tummy felt… different. “Frankie,” they whimpered, looking at him with those big eyes again. “I’m– It’s not–”

Frankie looked at their face with mock worry, slipping his ring finger in alongside the middle one. “What is it, sweet thing?” He grinned, picking up the pace of his fingers again. Their pussy was loud, wet squelching sounds filling the air around them. He pressed the pad of his thumb against their clit and rubbed hard. River’s eyes rolled back and they moaned out into the apartment, unable to speak.

“Can’t even say anything, can you?” He pouted, his tone saccharine. The arm holding them up moved slightly so he could tangle his fingers into their long hair, the tips running over the back of their neck teasingly. He gripped onto their sweaty hair and forced them to look him in the eye. “You gonna come? Look at me when you do.”

River’s entire body shuddered as they nodded obediently, biting their lip.

“Good,” Frankie grumbled lowly, watching their face closely. It didn’t take much longer after that for their face to twist in pleasure and for their hips to halt all movement as they came hard. River’s body shook like a leaf as wetness covered Frankie’s entire hand. “Mmm, that’s it,” he hummed comfortingly, the hand on the back of their head cradling their neck. River’s hips rolled with the waves of their orgasm, making them whine pathetically. “Shh…” Frankie kissed their forehead, keeping his curved nose buried in their hair. They wrapped their shaking arms around Frankie’s torso as the last few aftershocks wracked through their body.

“C-can’t go again,” they panted, face buried in the fabric of his t-shirt.

“‘S okay, baby, I know,” he smiled, kissing the top of their head. He slid his fingers out of them, one final gush of slick landing in the little puddle on the table. Frankie’s hand gripped River’s hip and pulled their body towards his own so he could hold them for a few moments. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a little while until River came down and could breathe evenly again. “Was a big one, huh?”

River hummed in satisfaction and nodded against his chest. Their hair was messy and sticking to every part of their sweaty body.

“You want some water?”

River squeezed their arms around Frankie’s soft middle before saying, “Yes, please,” in a quiet voice.

“You’re gonna have to let go of me for that, Río,” Frankie grinned.

River pouted before reluctantly detaching from him. He looked over their flushed face and relaxed body, smiling to himself. He leaned over and pressed his lips to theirs in a gentle kiss, but it slowly built to something deeper. River hummed into his mouth and cupped his cheeks with their hands. Frankie parted and pressed his forehead to theirs. “Be right back,” he whispered, eyes never leaving their face until he stepped into the kitchen next to them.

“Wait, don’t you have work?” River asked from the table, pointedly sitting next to the little puddle they created. “And could you grab some paper towels?” They added quietly, a blush creeping up their neck.

“I can be a few minutes late,” Frankie said as he came into the dining room, a glass of water in one hand and a roll of paper towels in the other. He handed them the glass first and set the paper towels next to them on the table. He made a little growly sound deep in his chest at the sight, but forced himself not to act on it. He couldn’t be that late.

“I’ll take care of it,” River smiled shyly, taking a big gulp of water.

“You better,” Frankie smirked, hands laying on their thighs as he stepped between their legs again. “Want you to take a shower while I’m gone, okay? And do one of those weird face masks you like so much. Since I can’t be here to take care of you properly,” he frowned, kissing their cheek.

“Yes, sir,” River rolled their eyes and pinched his hip. They took another drink of their water and set the empty glass behind them on the table. “You better go.”

Frankie sighed and nodded, giving them one final, proper kiss before he stepped back. He reached the door and grabbed his keys from the little dish on the table. When he looked back, River was leaning on their elbows on the table, one leg gracefully draped over the other. Their tattooed skin was shiny with sweat still and they were perfectly content with staying naked right on his dining room table. A shiver traveled down Frankie’s spine at the sight of them.

River waved their hand at him and giggled mischievously. “Go!”

Frankie shut the door behind him with a smile on his face, and a tightness in his jeans he hoped would be gone by the time he got to work.

#pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fic #frankie morales smut #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut #triple frontier au #oaksfics

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 2 years ago

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Torture Souls

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

Waiting for Tyler was nerve wracking, especially with the knowledge that he was dangerous. Perched atop a tree, you were tasked with signalling his arrival. The plan was to lure him to the woods and restrain him. Luckily, the Nightshades were able to give their aid.

You saw your target park his car and step out to trek through the woods. With a sigh, you send out a foxfire wisp ahead of you as a heads up before speeding off to meet with the others.

Wednesday steps out from behind a pillar when you land. You readjust your clothing as you look back towards where Tyler would be arriving.

"He's on his way now. Get ready."

"I always am."

You didn't even look at her. In fact, you were a little mad at yourself for agreeing to help so easily. The feelings you held for Wednesday felt like a vice right now. For now though, you shoved them away as you joined the others.

You wait until you hear the leaves crunch under footsteps. Nodding to your friends, you wait for Wednesday's cue as she walks out to meet the boy.

"Thing gave me your note." The hopeful optimism in Tyler's voice was evident. "I'm surprised you wanted to see me after you ran out the other night."

Wednesday kept silent.

"So... Is this a date?" You nearly gag. Bianca rolls her eyes which almost makes Ajax laugh if Davina didn't swiftly cover his mouth.

You all listen back into the conversation as Wednesday relays her suspicions. Memories from Outreach day, the Rave'N and the incident at the Gates mansion filled your mind as she recounts them.

"I'm not a monster." Tyler shakes his head in disbelief. "And if you really thought that I was, why would you risk bringing me out to the woods to confront me alone?"

Wednesday's lip quirks up slightly, smirking. You step out from your hiding spot, taking your place at the goth's right side, just behind her.

"Who said she was alone?"

The others walk out. Yoko, Bianca, Ajax, Kent and Davina. They all surround Tyler, causing him to look at them in disbelief.

"Ok, I don't know what kind of sick joke you're playing, Wednesday, but I'm out of here."

You hold a smirk as he moves to walk past you only to be blocked by Bianca.

"Actually, you're coming with us."

Using her siren song, she lulls him into her sway. He stands there, as if a thrall and everyone just look at him for a moment.

"Come. I know where we can take him."

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It takes a good ten minutes after tying him up before Tyler wakes up from Bianca's influence. Wednesday stands in front of him while the others line up behind her. You were perched on a stool, leaning back on the table.

"Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty." Tyler's eyes dart to you before settling on Wednesday.

"Where the hell am I?"

"Somewhere no one can hear your screams." You had to smile at that. It was such a typical Wednesday line.

You watch as the two go back and forth, with Wednesday revealing what she dug up in the past few days of investigating the Galpin family. Mainly on Tyler's mother. The group held strong until the plans for torture come up. Bianca steps up at that.

"Wednesday, hold on."

"Wait, are you being serious?" Ajax was baffled. You wondered how anyone could be surprised.

Disagreements erupted and slowly, the Nightshades filed out of Xavier's studio shed. You figure that they would go to Principal Weems which means that if Wednesday went through with her plans, she'd only have a limited time.

"You're not leaving as well?" It was the first time she initiated a conversation all night.

Looking over at the goth, you could see her eyes on you. She was waiting for an answer. With a shrug, you hop off of the stool.

"If they're going to Weems, she's gonna call Galpin." You step towards the doors. "If that's the case, someone has to warn you when they get here. I'll keep a watch." As you open the door, you turn to look at the goth. "Torture's an intimate affair anyway. Don't wanna get in your way."

Wednesday would've smiled at that if Tyler didn't open his mouth.

"Don't leave me alone with her!" The chains rattled as he struggled against them. "Please, I'm begging you!"

"Tough luck, man. Wednesday'll do what she wants whether I'm here or not."

"Why are you letting her do this? This won't make her love you. She's incapable. I should know."

You pause at that. The silence in the room was stifling. He essentially blurted your feelings for Wednesday to her. There's a moment before you're suddenly in front of the boy, tipping his chair back.

"I know. I have the scars to prove it. But despite everything... I trust her." Though you didn't see her, Wednesday's eyes softened ever so slightly. "So you better show your true colors soon or this could be a long night for you."

The chair slams back down as you let him go. With a sigh, you finally leave, the sound of the crackling taser following you.

It takes an hour before anything of notice happens. You had been perched on a tree, humming a song stuck in your head because of what Tyler had said earlier. Your fox ears were out and trained on the shed behind you while your eyes kept watch ahead.

Soon enough, faint flickers of red and blue catch your attention and you fall into action.

"Wednesday!" You called out as soon as you burst through the doors. "Galpin's on his way. He'll be here any minute."

Tyler was hunched over, breathing heavily while Wednesday held a hammer. She looked at you, going through scenarios in her mind. What she said next surprised you.

"Go. Leave me with him."

"Wait, what? No. I'm not letting you take the fall alone."

She steps up to you, words quiet but rushed. "You will not be implicated in this with me. There is still a chance to stop things if you and the others are free to act." Her eyes flicker to the lights coming closer. "Go, mia volpe."

You hesitate for a moment longer. Just enough to give her arm a reassuring squeeze before darting out in your fox form. Not two minutes later, police cruisers raced up and cops piled into the shed.

All you could do was watch and wait.

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The news of Wednesday's expulsion tore through the school in seconds. As much as she hated it, the goth was always the talk of the school. The next time you see Wednesday, you manage to catch her as she's packing. You lean on the doorframe, not wanting to interrupt the roommate moment between her and Enid.

"Xavier's right. This prophecy cannot come true if I'm not here." Wednesday grips at her trunk slightly. "But it kills me to leave when Tyler is still walking around free."

Enid lets out her usual grin. "If he tries anything, we have a school full of gorgons, vampires, and werewolves ready and waiting." You decide to pipe in then.

"Don't forget kitsune." Both of the girls, and Thing you noticed, turn to look at you. You offer a small smile as Enid beams at you.

"We got this, Wednesday. We promise." You offer a reassuring nod before fishing out your phone.

"On a happier note, I got a text from Eugene's moms. Says he woke up last night. Figured you'd like to know."

"Maybe Weems'll let you drop by on your way to the station."

Thing's snapping interrupts the conversation as he signs insistently. Wednesday straightens her posture. "I think we're all set."

"I'll walk you down. I'll just be outside."

You let the roommates have their moment. It wasn't long until Wednesday appeared next to you. With a nod, you begin to make your way downstairs only for Wednesday to grab your arm and move elsewhere.

"You know Weems is waiting, right?"

"This won't be long. I just need a moment with you."

A confused look crossed your face, but you allowed yourself to get dragged. It wasn't too far. Just an alcove in the hallway. Before you could say a word, Wednesday speaks up.

"I expect to hear about Tyler's downfall soon after I leave." You smirk at that. For just a second, you thought she would be soft and sappy. Shame on you for even considering it.

"Don't worry, Wednesday. Any step outta bounds and he'll eat foxfire." Wisps float around your hands to emphasize the point. "I have some tricks up my sleeve."

"Good."

Wednesday's eyes flick around before turning to you again.

"I feel like something bad is going to happen. And not a good bad. I trust you to keep an eye on things for me."

A smile slowly grows in your face.

"You trust me? 'A trickster demon known to deceive for fun or malice.' How do you know I won't turn on you?"

You couldn't help but throw the words she spoke upon your first meeting. It showed the goth's growth during the semester and it made a sense of pride bubble up. The feelings you had for Wednesday had been well earned in your eyes. You just hoped she returned even a fraction of those feelings.

You get that answer when Wednesday takes your hand and places it on her cheek. The unexpected gesture surprises you to no end. This was the last thing you expected to happen. As the surprise ebbs away, your body reacts. You step closer as your thumb caresses cold cheeks. Her eyes stare into yours as the moment stretches in silence.

"I know you won't turn on me," Wednesday whispers. "You know what torture awaits if you do."

You let out a breath of a laugh.

"I do. But with you, I think I'd be ok with that."

The two of you spend a minute longer in your bubble until the goth steps back, letting your hand fall from her cheek. Suddenly it feels like you can breathe again.

"Any longer and I'm sure Weems will stage a witch hunt."

"Then let's away." You step back to let Wednesday walk towards the staircase. "You'll be missed, dark soul."

"As will you, mia volpe."

+______________+Tag List+______________+

@screechcat @trishatheotaku @halleest @ashlynnmalfoy @a-trash-person @rainbow-love4ever @ognenniyvolk @spadesinfodump @maria-403 @simonsbluee @awolfcsworld @wizardofstories @alexandra-001

#a dragon tries to write #Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday x Reader

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bloodibambiidoll · 11 months ago

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Steve Harrington Masterlist ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

✶ ALL WORKS ARE FEM!READER AND 18+ NO MINORS ✶

American Idiot

Steve Harrington had it all. Money, popularity, the perfect girlfriend. He had his whole life planned and laid out for him, and he accepted that. Working for his dad and marrying his collage sweetheart wouldn’t be so bad, right? That’s what he thought at least, until he got paired to do a project with you and you turned his world upside down.

Jones and Leia

You agree to match Steve’s Indiana Jones costume, but it’s definitely not what he was expecting.

Opposites Attract Masterlist -

This is a series of one shots/blurbs about Steve and his goth girlfriend in the early 00s. This AU is a collaboration with @reidsbtch you can find the masterlist for her y2k!Eddie xGirlie!Reader Here.

Spider Lily (Part 1)

You can’t stand Steve Harrington, you didn’t like him in highschool during his “King Steve” days and you don’t like him now. But even though you deny it, even to yourself, there’s always been something about him that made your heart beat speed up. When you’re stuck closing with him one night at Family Video… things finally boil over. (Soulmate AU)

Why Don’t You Make Me?

Your bestfriend is tired of watching you go on dates with guys that don’t satisfy you when he knows he could treat you better than they ever could.

Riding Alpha!Steve’s throat (blurb)

Divider is by @strangergraphics

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #Steve Harrington x goth!reader #Steve Harrington x goth!fem!reader #Steve Harrington smut #Steve Harrington fanfiction #Steve Harrington masterlist #steve harrington x you #Dolly writes #stranger things masterlist

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gorgonfuckerdotnet · 3 months ago

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Saw the advice on dating a ENLIGHTENMENT NHP. Any advice for other NHP classes? Specifically maybe a SEKMET?

// "Dangerous NHPs that value combat efficacy over pilot wellbeing." - COMP/CON entry on SEKMET // Abandon all hope, ye who enter here // SEKMET is the Goth baddie you think you want // Then on the first date they pull out the razorblades // If SCYLLA is the mommy that will protect you // SEKMET is the one that will MAKE you call them mommy as they hurt you // If you're into that, make yourself seem pathetic // I'm sure it'll naturally be interested in you // But be wary, I get the vibe SEKMETs would enjoy cucking their Licensee // Not my speed, but good luck to you

#lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #lancerrpg #lancer #lancer meme #lancer memes #lancer nhp #lancer SEKMET #lancer ips-n #lancer ips-northstar #lancer blackbeard #ask-CARCOSA

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lesbianpepsi · 1 year ago

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Congrats on 500 followers🎉 can you write some fluff for Enid there's never any fics on here for her

thank you so much!!:D and ofc, this entire world needs so much more enid fics istg

don't you see? i love you

pairing: enid sinclair x fem!reader

summary: you've loved enid for the longest time; when will you tell her?

words: 1.410k

warnings: not proofread (will proofread and edit when i get the chance)

authors note: i love enid so much it's unreal

"So you wear black and white 'cause they aren't colours, and you're allergic to colours, right?" You asked mindlessly as you laid on Wednesday's bed, looking over at her sitting at her desk typing away on her typewriter.

Wednesday didn't spare you a glance as she carried on writing at a speed that impressed you. "Indeed."

"Wait, black isn't a colour?" You heard Enid say as she glanced at you and the goth through the mirror she was looking at, putting on a thin layer of makeup as she was getting ready for your and hers date night.

You furrowed your eyebrows together as you stifled a laugh. "They're shades, baby, not colours."

Enid dropped her makeup brush as she fully turned to look at you, a look of shock on her face. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She looked so adorable.

"They're not colours?" Enid asked you again, you laughed lightly as you shook your head. "They're not. You've got three primary colours; red, yellow and blue. Then you've got your secondary colours which are orange, green and violet. Black and white aren't on the list since they're shades of the colours."

Enid didn't say anything as she slowly turned around to carry on with her makeup, you laughed as you shook your head in amusement.

Enid was truly a remarkable being, that was for certain. You got to experience how truly amazing she was when you and her started dating a few months before.

You were absolutely head over heels madly in love with the bubbly blonde, but there was one issue. Neither one of you had told each other the big 'I love you' before.

Fear wrapped around your neck every time you were about to utter those three special words, making you dryly swallow it and say something else.

You hated that you couldn't say it when the moment felt right, always backing out at the last second.

"Alright, I am ready to go!" Enid announced as she stood up with a nervous smile, heading towards you with a bounce in her walk. "How do I look?" She asked, giving you a quick twirl as she giggled.

Enid was wearing a lilac wavy skirt accompanied with a white shirt that matched her white converses, to some it was basic and not much to fawn over, to you Enid could wear a trash bag and look marvellous.

You gazed at the blonde in awe as a goofy grin rolled onto your face, you leaned up as you swiftly got off the bed, walking towards her.

"I think you look like the most gorgeous girl at Nevermore, scratch that, the most gorgeous girl in the world." You divulged, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist.

Enid giggled softly as a soft blush tainted her cheeks, grinning from ear to ear. "You think so?" She asked.

You nodded your head as you looked down at her. "I don't think so, I know so. You look stunning, baby." You whispered at the end as you gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

A gag was heard from behind you, you chuckled as Enid glared at the goth over your shoulder.

"You two are absolutely diabolical." Wednesday complained in her deadpan tone of voice, the clicks of her typewriter still loudly filling up the room.

"Diabolically sweet." Enid teased as she wrapped her surprisingly muscular arms around you, you smiled at her as you turned to look at Wednesday.

"Don't worry Addams, we'll leave you to your solitude now." You reassured as you began walking towards the door, Enid arms still wrapped around you as you did. Your heart swells at the adorable sight.

"And hopefully never return." The grumpy goth grumbled, her eyes maintained on her typewriter the entire time.

"Bye-bye Willa!" Enid said with a wave before she manoeuvred her way out of your grip to open the door, her slender fingers wrapping around your wrist as she dragged you out of the dorm room.

You laughed at Enid's eagerness as she pulled you towards the bus stop, never letting go of you once.

"Excited much?" Enid slowed down as she turned her head to look back at you, nodding her head happily. "Why wouldn't I be? I'm going on a coffee date with my girlfriend."

Girlfriend

That term coming from Enid's lips never failed to make butterflies appear in your stomach.

Enid didn't let go of you when you arrived at the bus stop, she didn't let go of you as you took your seat on the bus.

Not once, not even for a second.

On the bus ride to Jericho you and Enid stayed silent, the both of you having one earphone in as yours and Enid's playlist filled your ear.

After a few mindless songs passed a certain song caught your attention.

'Love Me Tender' by Stereo Jane began playing, you couldn't help but glance towards Enid as the song played.

Enid's face was resting in her hand as she looked outside the window, (you gave her the seat by the window since it was her favourite), her features completely relaxed as she did.

She looked so at peace.

As the song reached its chorus Enid turned to look at you, she had a nervous smile as she barked out a small laugh. "What?" She questioned.

'All my dreams fulfilled, for my darling, I love you and always will'

You smiled as you shook your head. "Nothin', you just look really pretty E."

Enid blushes prettily as she scrunches up her nose, giggling at your words. "You're too sweet, Y/n. You look pretty beautiful yourself."

You reached to hold Enid's manicured hand as Enid dropped her head to lean on your shoulder, shuffling closer to you as she did so.

Giving her a gentle squeeze you smiled to yourself.

A myriad of other songs played before you and Enid arrived at your stop; you had to wake up the girl since she somehow fell asleep briefly on the bus ride.

As you and Enid walked off it was as if all her earlier excitement returned in an instant and she practically began skipping towards the Weathervane, her interlocked fingers with yours holding a tight grip.

Entering the cafe it was surprisingly quiet for a Friday evening, something you didn't mind as Enid and you headed towards your and her signature booth. The one hiding in the corner right next to the large window.

You slipped into one side of the booth and Enid entered the other. You already knew what you and Enid were going to order, but knowing the blonde she wouldn't want to go order straight away.

“I still don't understand how you don't like cinnamon buns.” You groaned as you leaned back into the leather seat, the corners of your lips twitching into a smile. “The only cinnamon I like is Cinnamon Girl.”

Enid smiles cheekily as leaned onto her hands, gazing at you. “The fact you love Lana Del Rey and I love Taylor Swift makes me believe we were meant to be.”

You snorted a laugh, the corners of your eyes crinkled as you smiled brightly at her. “That was so corny of you.”

The blonde rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh shut up, you like me.”

You nodded your head weakly. “Yeah I do love you.”

“What?”

Your smile faded as realisation of what you just said hit you, shaking your head and straightening your posture. “I said I do like you.”

Enid smiled softly as she shook her head slowly. “No you didn't.”

“No I didn’t.” You muttered embarrassed, your cheeks burning with a scarlet red hue. “I'm so sorry, Enid, I know we've only been dating for a few months now and-"

“I love you too.” She interrupted with her wide smile, her eyes wide with a gleam of joy in them.

Your heart skipped a beat or two at her words, your jaw dropping. “You love me?” You asked, almost amazed at the thought.

Enid scoffed as she nodded her head. “I've been in love with you forever you big dummy.”

You couldn't even process her small insult as you smiled. “I love you, Enid Sinclair.” You said in the most confident tone that even surprised yourself.

The blonde was giggling with her own blush on her cheeks, her eyes staring lovingly into yours.

“I love you too, Y/n L/n.”

#enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair x fem reader #enid sinclair x y/n #enid sinclair x you #emma myers x reader #wednesday s1 #fan fiction #fluff #my fanfic writing

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keenzinemugstudent · 2 years ago

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Smallville Clark Kent x black goth reader

Clark was supposed to take you to prom but then Lana asked him and he immediately accepts forgetting all about you...

"Do my reporter eyes deceive me or is that a smile I see on your face Y/n?" Chole asked Leaning against her locker you just let out a low laugh pretending to look for your science book

"I have no idea what you're talking about Chole." She just rolled her eyes turning towards you with a smirk on her face.

"Oh don't act innocent with me I heard it from Pete that Clark worked up the courage to ask you out for prom! How am I the last one to find out about this?!"

"It's no big deal literally we were both just sitting and talking about how we thought prom was going to be lame cuz we both didn't have a date and that's when he just asked me if could go together." I said nonchalantly closing my locker walking away Chloe scoffed and walked next to me arms crossed.

"So he asked you to prom and you're just totally okay with this?"

"Yeah I mean it's just two friends going to prom together. He's going to be in a suit and I'm just going to be in a plain old black dress no biggy!"

"Oh yeah your crush AKA Clark asked you to prom and you're not freaking out?" I bumped her shoulder caused her laughing and that's when we bumped into Clark who was holding flowers red rose's your favorite Chole looked at you with a knowing look.

"Oh hey Clark nice roses you got there buddy who's the lucky lady." Oh she was going to get it later!

Guys you won't believe what just happened!"

"Hmm let me guess you finally realize that you need a change of wardrobe and decided to go goth like me? Oh oh I know we can be goth buddies! Wouldn't that sound so much fun?" I said making funny poses to show off your goth beauty he rolled his eyes but laughed still having that big smile on his face.

"Thanks for the suggestion but no uh Lana asked me to prom." And with that the smile was wiped clean off your face you looked at Clark a bit confused.

"Wait what I thought she wasn't going to prom but she was going to skip out because of the whole Whitney thing?"

"Oh well she changed her mind and asked me if I wanted to go with her." He said blushing with a smile on his face, Chloe looked at you and you just looked at Clark like he had two heads.

"So did you say no because you know you weren't really planning to go to prom in the first place and you don't have a suit."

"I said yes and I'm pretty sure dad has one at home so wish me luck guys see you in class later Y/n!"

He said walking away from us all you could do was just stand there in shock and wondering did that really just happen? Did our whole entire conversation yesterday just flew over his head or were you just hallucinating the whole entire thing? Chloe tried to get your attention but you kind of just spaced out feeling something sliding down your cheek it was a tear...

"Y/n? Are you okay?" You wiped your face letting out a humorless laugh.

" Uh yeah I'm okay it's fine, it's totally fine I don't even know what I was thinking. I'll uh see you after class okay Chole?" Before she gets say anything you speed walked away from her holding your book close to your chest already feeling the tears escaping, today is just really sucked all because of Lana fucking Lang!

The whole day you didn't talk to anyone Chole tried to get you to say something but you stayed silent Pete who had heard what happened also tried to cheer you up but you just got up from the class room leaving for him, your two friends felt sad for you and angry at Clark who seemed oblivious to how upset you were.

"Clark we need to talk man." Pete says at Clark's place helping him find a suit for the prom tonight.

"Yeah sure what's up?"

"So uh did you notice how Y/n looked today?

"Yeah she said she had failed a math test today and was pretty bummed about it." Pete gave Clark a look and rolled his eyes putting a hand on his forehead at his friend clueless.

"Dude Y/n A class student! Why would she be upset about getting an f on her math test when math is her best subject!"

"That's true..i'll text her later ask her what's wrong she did look sad."

"Uh maybe that's not a good idea."

Clark gave Pete on a confused face and then turn to look at him .

"Okay Pete you obviously know what's happening with her more than me so why don't you just say it."

"I don't want to say anything."

"Why not? Obviously you have a big opinion on it you might as well tell me." Clark was getting annoyed and Pete was too he was there when Lana came up and asked Clark if he was going to the dance and he didn't even hesitate or think about you when saying yes it was really annoying, seeing as you were so happy but then the whole entire day you were upset.

"Okay fine I'll say it look man I'm happy that you finally had a chance to make progress with Lana but why can't you just you know realize what's in front of you and move on?"

"I don't understand I thought you'd be be happy for me. I finally have a shot with Lana."

"I am happy but weren't you already planning on not going and then you and YN had that conversation about going together?"

"I mean yeah but it wasn't serious...it was just a suggestion!"

"Maybe for you.." Clark clenched his fist.

"Come on Y/n doesn't even like prom she thinks it's lame!"

"Yeah because she's never had anyone ask her to prom dude, and the minute the guy that she's been having a crush on finally asked her out to prom you ditch her for Lana." The room was silent Clark starred at his best friend eyes wide.

"Wait...Y/n has a crush on me?" Pete nods his head.

"Yeah and she was really happy the whole day until you told her about going with Lana. Look man i get that you're happy that you finally have a chance with Lana but you really hurt Y/n." Pete grabbed his stuff and left leaving a guilt feeling Clark behind.

"Sweetie are you sure you'll be fine?" Your aunt asked sitting in the car with your uncle you have a smile.

"I'll be fine auntie I'm just going to be at home watching TV or binge watching and any snacks I'll be fine go on and have fun you guys deserve it." You're in Uncle we're going to go out and celebrate their 7th or anniversary.

"Well call us if anything happens kiddo there's some leftovers but I left some money on the table for you if you wanted to order pizza!" You uncle says you have a thumbs up and they were gone you closed and lock the door behind you let it out a sigh you are home alone on a Friday night absolutely nothing to do it sucked. You sat on the sofa eating cookies than suddenly there was a knock on the front door you had to get back up to open it that's when you saw Clark standing there you immediately dropped to the floor crawling towards the kitchen to hide from his sight so he didn't see you what is he doing here?!

"Y/n? I know your in there please open the door." You let out a scoff.

"Y/n is not here at the moment leave a message at the beep! Beeeeep!"

"Y/n! Come on!"

"Go away Kent!"

"Please just let me explain!"

"I don't want to hear it! Just go to prom with your chance to dance with Lana Lang!"

Clark winced at the anger in your voice directed towards him, now he really felt bad he honestly didn't mean to make you upset.

"Look I know I messed up but can we please just talk about it and it's raining!"

"Aww really? Well you should have thought about that before you came here without an umbrella!

a couple of minutes went by and you thought it was safe to come out cuz you didn't hear him but then you were suddenly grabbed from behind and lifted up off the ground causing you to let out a screech of surprise!

"You put me down right now Clark Kent!"

"Not until you hear me out!"

"If you don't leave I swear to God I will-!"

"Y/n please just listen okay?" He set me down but didn't let go I was now facing his chest but refused to look at him.

"Clark I'd rather not listen to anything you have to say right." I turned my face away from him trying not to let him see how upset I was but he just held me closer to his chest refusing to let go.

"I know your mad at me but I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry I'm such an Idiot."

"You're right. You are an idiot Clark! You're an absolute idiot for making me think that we are going to go to prom together! So congratulations you know you're the biggest fool I've ever met in my life!" I tired to get out of his hold but he just wouldn't but God you forgot how strong this boy was it kind of felt nice being in his arms but you were not going to forgive him that easily! You are not going to admit defeat!

"I know we both said that prom was lame but because we were both mostly upset we didn't have a date but I really did think you actually want to go with me!" I hide my face in his chest feeling tears well up he didn't say anything but his hold did loosen a bit but you were to upset to care.

"Pete told me something that had me thinking."

"Do you... like me?"

"Even if I did it wouldn't change anything now would it?"

"It would have changed a lot. Ha the farm boy and the goth girl together who would have thought?" He let's out a chuckle putting his chin on my head hugging me I let out a small laugh.

"Y/n I really really am sorry. I was so caught up on my feelings towards Lana I didn't stop to think about you."

"It's fine..."

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't discourage your feelings like that. You have every right to be upset." He pulls away from the hug lifting up my chin to make me look at him you let out a sigh.

"Well it's too late now. Well I doubt there's going to be a prom now that it's raining and here I was looking forward to seeing you in a suit." I gave a pout.

"We can still have prom." He gave a smile causing you to stare at him confused

Later he told you to go change into your dress which honestly confused you but listen to him when you got down stairs you saw the living room full of candles and Clark stood in the middle playing a slow song holding a red rose.

(I tried to find a black girl in goth dress but didn't find much😭)

"Clark...what is this? " You looked around in amazement he grabs your hand handing you the rose.

"Seeing as I asked you to prom first I should keep to my word."

"What about Lana?"

"I called and told her I already had plans with someone else for prom."

wow he rejected his only chance of being with the girl he's liked forever to do all this for you.

"Clark you didn't have to do all this." I looked down feeling my cheeks getting warm but he steps close to grabbing a hold of your waist causing you to look at his smiling face.

"I'd rather be here with you Y/n and this gives me the chance to finally see you in a dress for the for first time. You didn't think I was going to miss that did you?" You rolled your eyes than let out a gasp as he twirled you around the room.

"Whoa I didn't know the farm boy had moves."

"You can thank my dad for that."

"Oh I bet that was fun."

We both laugh it wasn't anything like the prom you imagined but it was close and it was comfortable I leaned on his chest feeling his warmth you could hear his heartbeat beating faster than usual

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"I hope this makes up for everything that I've done. I really didn't mean-" I put a finger to his lips stopping him and gave him a smile.

"Let's just have fun tonight Clark I really just wanna spent time with you." He smiles nodding grabbing your hand to land a kiss he stops to stare at you than leaned in a bit whoa whoa what's going on right now? Is he about to kiss me? Is my breath fresh? Are my lips chapped up enough oh no!

I closed my eyes but felt a kiss on my nose. I let out a sigh of relief which caused Clark to look at you confused.

"Sorry it looked like you didn't want me to kiss you...yet."

"So you kiss my nose?"

"You have a cute nose okay!"

"Well that's no fair!"

I stand in my toes to kiss his nose back which made him blush.

"There now we're even!"

"You are such a weirdo."

"Just shut up and dance with me."

"Yes my lady of the night."

"And don't you forget it farm boy."

we continue to dance to the music it was still raining outside but all that matter is that you were in the arms of the boy you cared about the most prom wasn't so bad after all.

I have noticed there are not a lot of Smallville stories and honestly I am disappointed because I grew up watching Smallville but This was absolutely fun to write and there's definitely going to be some more on the way just need to come up with some more ideas I hope you guys really liked it leave comments open to criticism and sorry if my grammar sucks😭

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