#i feel like myself in way i haven’t in a while??

[acmeangel]

Levi always cut his own hair. Always. Over the bathroom sink, the door open just a sliver, a crease between his brow, his lips set in a straight line.

You knew this about him. You figured it was just another one of his habits and particularities, like how he has to brew his own tea. You tried once, and when he took a sip, his nose twitched and he asked “How did you make this?” — not quite an insult, he couldn’t bring himself to be completely rude to you, but you knew what he meant. You haven’t made tea since.

But the hair cutting. He’d never announce it, never make a comment about it after. If you told him it looked nice, he’d simply make a noise of acknowledgement and move on.

You’d simply find him, in the bathroom, door cracked open, while he leaned over the sink, snipping pieces of hair with practiced precision. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and back would flex and move with every motion, the tension lingering within them obvious. The irises of his eyes looked cloudier, distant, and that crease between his brow persisted. Always.

You push the bathroom door open, slowly, soundlessly, as if a sudden movement would make him disappear into thin air. Sometimes, you thought it might.

You lean against the doorway, watching him — he catches your gaze in the mirror for just a second, his eyes locking onto yours with a fleeting vulnerable intensity, before he focuses on himself again.

You just want to help. It’s all you ever want to do, really — to take over some of the tedious little things he does by himself every day, just because he’s always done them by himself. Bit by bit, you want to show him that the weight he carries on his shoulders is something that can be shared, that you’d carry it with him, happily.

“You know, there are these things called barbers that are pretty good at this sort of thing,” you tease, gently, a faint smile curling onto your lips. You knew a groan was coming, but you also knew he appreciated your teasing. It made him feel more grounded.

Groan. Tch.

“Why would I pay someone to do a shitty job?” His eyes flicker to yours in the mirror again, a touch softer this time.

“Want help with the back?” you ask, your eyes lingering on the strands of hair that have begun to grow down the curve of his neck. “I’ll do it for free. It’s really quite a steal.”

“No,” he says. Instantly, flatly.

You walk over closer to him, as he snips the hair in front of his face.

“I won’t mess it up. I can handle trimming a few pieces of hair.” You smile at him in the mirror, and your hand finds its way to rest on the nape of his neck, gently.
He flinches, slightly. He never moved away from your touch anymore — not since the early days of your relationship, where every affectionate touch was foreign to him. In fact, now he usually leaned into it, wanted it.

“I can do it myself.” His voice comes out a little lower, a little rougher this time. His eyes don’t find yours in the mirror.

“Okay, Levi.” Your hand retracts from his neck, and you exit the bathroom. You didn’t want to push, you never did. You learned that with Levi, things had to progress a little slower. It had been like that since the first time he kissed you — his lips had been so light against yours, his hands just barely cradled your face. He’d never admit it out loud, but you knew he was afraid — afraid to let himself care about something precious, afraid that you’d leave him one way or another, afraid that he’d never be able to give you what you deserve.


You knew none of it was true. You loved him, and you weren’t going anywhere, and you loved the way he loved you. Quietly, subtly, through actions and small gestures, instead of words and big romantic displays. It was all you’d ever need.

You didn’t need him to sweep you off your feet or tell you that he loved you every day. You were just as happy waking up every morning to a warm cup of jasmine tea on your bedside table, in your favorite mug that he had once spent hours fixing after the time you had dropped it. It was always made perfectly — something he’d learned just for you, despite calling it “that herbal crap.”

Seeing the way your lips curved into a smile after taking a sip was really the only thing he ever needed.

So, you leave the bathroom and you get into bed, and you wait for him to join you.

A short while later, he does. He slides into the bed beside you, his head finds the place on your chest that it always does. His head turns away from you, the back of his neck a faint red from rubbing it with a towel, tiny drops of water glistening in his hair.

You reach out and stroke his hair — while he doesn’t let you cut it, he will always let you run your fingers through it. You’ve found that it soothes him, that it helps him relax at night.

He makes a noise of approval, of affection.

“I’ve never let anyone cut my hair,” he says after a while, a hint of apology in his tone.

“Levi.” Your hand continues to stroke his soft hair. “You don’t need to explain it to me.”

“My mom was the only person who’s ever cut my hair.” His voice is low, a rare softness to it, as he admits this, his face turned away from you. “I don’t want…” His voice trails off.

He doesn’t need to continue. You know what he means. He’d told you bits and pieces about his mom, about his childhood, and you’d been able to put it all together. You could tell, by the way he talked about his mom, that his memory of her was starting to slip through his fingers — and now, it seemed, the way she cut his hair is one of the few memories left.

“I know,” you say, your voice soft. “Don’t worry. But, at least let me get you some better scissors for it.”

A long, gentle silence falls between you two. Your eyes trace the slope of his shoulder, the slow rising and falling of his breathing.

He turns over, his head faces toward you. Your fingers drift from his hair to the curve of his cheek.

“Maybe… next time, you can help.” His voice is a slight, relaxed mumble, and his eyes search yours. “With the back. It’s a pain. Practically break my damn neck doing it.”

Mmm, you hum, nodding softly. “Alright, I will.”

“Just don’t make it uneven. Or I might have to leave you for a shitty barber.”

You laugh, and you smile. This is all he ever needs.

The corners of his lips twitch into a faint smile. His hand reaches up to capture yours as it gently caresses his face, and he presses a soft kiss into your palm. You know what this gesture means.

“I love you too, Levi.”

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My first time posting a little Levi one shot fic. Maybe I’ll do more! Hope you like. :)

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[b3ach-bunn7]

ho is u shakespeare? that shinsou fic was the SHIT

i BEG BEG BEG FOR shinsou nsfw, you write him so good PLEASE

like headcanons, oneshots, full fics ANYTHING PLEASE I LOVE YOU MWUAH MWUAH MWAUH

NONSENSE PT 3

You can’t stop thinking of Shinsou after your first date.

NSFW, Phone sex, guys this is pure FILFFFTH tw..

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You end up calling Shinsou only an hour later. It’s actually him who calls you first, but you won’t deny the fact that you pick up almost instantly.  

“Hey.” 

His voice sounds a little breathless, and considering the fact he just got home, you assume he’s only just walked through the door, but it immediately makes you smile. You hear some rustling on the other end, a door open and close, and you assume he’s in his bedroom. You’ve set yourself up on your own bed, a Kraft Mac and cheese in your favourite mug and a movie on your laptop.

“So. It’s been a while. How have you been?” You ask and his laugh crackles in the mic.

His laugh that reminds you of his smile, which reminds you of his lips and the way they’d kissed you only minutes before. Your hands drift to where he had grabbed your face and you sit up, trying to calm yourself down.

If you’re being entirely honest with yourself, you feel horny.

You have a rule for yourself. Despite your joke earlier, you have a deal with yourself to never fuck on the first date. You never really know someone properly after one, and especially with university guys, you’d rather get to know them better first. It’s also another little test, to see if they have that perfect mix of disappointment and respect at your denial.

Shinsou hadn’t even suggested at anything crazy, but that kiss had left your stomach coiling with need, and you found that you haven’t stopped thinking about him since. About getting him in your room and your bed. Your roommate wasn’t even home. It would’ve been perfect. 

But you have principles, and even cute guys like Shinsou can’t change them.

“I’m good. I’m home, now. Dropped Eri home. She said she misses you.”

You smile, tucking yourself further under your blankets. “I miss her. And so does Elizabeth.”

You can almost hear Shinsou shaking his head. “Where did she even get a name like that?”

“God knows. Thanks for winning her for me though.”

Shinsou sighs, and you hear noise on the other line. “Well. It was nothing difficult, you know.”

You hum. “It was a great date, though. Plus one and all.”

“Really?”

“Really. I have a rule for myself, and you almost made me break it.”

Fuck. You were not supposed to say that.

“Rule?”

“Anyway! I’m watching a movie. What are you doing?”

“No, no.” Shinsou interrupts. “What rule?”

“No rules. What rules? It’s nothing.” You stammer. 

Shinsou laughs. “Come on, don’t get all shy on me now. What rule?”

You huff. It’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s going to be weirded out or anything. You’re sure that kiss meant just as much as it did to him with how far his tongue was in your mouth.

“I. Well. I sorta have this rule, that I won’t ever sleep with guy on the first date, but I almost broke it. For you.” You laugh nervously.

You hands cover your face. He’s on speaker now, and the phone is out of sight to your side like it’ll make you feel any less ashamed of the words that just came out of your mouth.

“Come over then. Fuck your rules.”

His voice has dropped, gravelly and mixed with someone else you can’t quite place, and you think you could die listening to it.

Your face flushes at his words. “Shinsou! I-I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

You feel another pang of need. But you won’t. You tell him so and he groans, and you imagine him making that noise in a different setting and you screw your eyes shut.

“I’m always one for a loophole, sweetheart. I have an idea. If you’re interested.”

You wonder if he can feel your arousal from the other line, the way you almost throw your laptop and snacks off your bed. You have some idea what he could want, and you’re already preparing yourself to say yes, untangling your legs from beneath your covers to sit up in your bed.

“I’m interested.”

He hums. There’s a beat of silence, like he’s considering his next words.

“Touch yourself.” His voice is softer now, but it’s laced with something dangerous. “For me.”

“For you?” You still try and find a way to tease him back, but you’re laying back as you speak, already preparing yourself to obey.

“Well, it can be for you too, sweetheart.” He laughs. “Well?”

“Okay.”

You delve into the very back of your bedside table, the dildo you’d bought on an especially lonely night in your hand. Your hoodie, no, Shinsou’s hoodie, is off in a second, and you’re just wearing an old T-shirt and underwear. Shinsou hears the commotion, and he suddenly speaks up.

“No rushing, okay? You’re gonna do what I tell you. All the stuff I would’ve done if I’d have come over tonight.”

Your head falls back against the pillow, and heat pools between your legs. You think you whimper slightly, and you drop the toy on the sheets next to you.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Good girl.”

Oh fuck. You make a noise at the praise, and you can hear the smirk on his voice when he speaks once more. “I’ll remember that for later.”

You sigh. “So? What would you have done if you were coming over tonight?” 

Shinsou thinks for a moment. “Would’ve walked you to mine. Let you in and very respectfully shown you to my couch.”

His words are tame enough, but the anticipation and the thought behind them has you wondering how long it would take for you to get to his place. One of your hands trail mindlessly up and down your stomach as you turn up the volume of your phone to the max.

“I’d have gotten you a drink. Sat you down on the couch just far enough that you’d want to move closer. Would you have moved closer?”

“Yes. I would’ve.”

He hums and you hear a zipper, a rustle of fabric. “That’s good. I’d have moved closer, too. Brushed a hair out of your face. Any excuse to touch you, that gorgeous face.”

He’s not even here, and you’re this worked up. He’s barely even said anything, nothing that suggestive, but you think you’re the wettest you’ve ever been in your entire life. 

“I think- I’d have leaned in. Tried to kiss you.” You whisper.

“Yeah? Well, I would've kissed you back.” He sounds equal parts cocky and flattered, and it makes you want him that much more. You don’t love the noise that you make at that, but you do love the chuckle he makes in response.

“I wanted to kiss you all night. I think if we were anywhere else I’d have you bent over the closest surface. I don’t think I’d have been able to stop if I had gotten just one taste.”

Your hands itch towards your toy, and he tuts, ever perceptive. “Not yet.”

“Fuck, Shinsou.”

“Come on. Don’t you want to be good for me?”

You can hear the stupid smirk on his face, and the strangled noise you make is so out of character of you it makes you mad, along with the satisfied sound that he makes, but you’re frankly too turned on to really care right now.

“That’s what I thought. You’d have been good for me at mine too, right? Let me take that shirt off?”

“Yes. Yes.” And in turn you fumble behind you and unclip your bra, and your chest is heaving, aching, begging to be touched.

“Would you let me play with those gorgeous tits?”

“You didn’t even see them.” You try go for teasing but you sound so breathless it’s more degrading to you than anything else.

“Oh, I can imagine. Touch them. Pretend it’s me.”

Finally. Your hands immediately come up, rough and impatient-

“Slowly. Softly, at first. I’d take my time with you.” You groan but you comply, hands almost feather light as you ghost over your nipples.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good. S’good.” You whine. “It’s not enough.”

“Would you get frustrated? Show me how rough you want it?”

You nod even though he can’t see you. “Yes.”

And you don’t wait for the command before you’re pinching roughly, a groan leaving your lips as your hips lift off the bed and the stimulation goes straight to the heat building between your legs.

“That’s it. So good for me.” He coaxes you and another moan leaves your throat. “And what if I slipped those jeans off? Let my hands slide up those beautiful legs?”

“I-I’d let you. Please.”

“Would you be wet?”

“Yes, fuck I’m so wet. Need you, Shinsou.”

“Hitoshi. Call me Hitoshi.”

You do and he curses, and there’s more movement on his end. You wonder what he looks like right now, and you have half a mind to send him your address right now.

“That’s good. I’d give you what you need. You’d need it so badly, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” And you love that his words sound that bit strained, that he’s not as unaffected as you think he’s trying to seem.

“Please, please, Hitoshi.” You whine, and you’re not exactly sure what it is you’re begging for but you know he can give it to you.

“Tell me how wet you are. Just- One finger only.” 

You could put all five in and he’d have no way of knowing. But there’s something so domineering about his voice, and you find yourself obeying instantly. You push past your underwear, shoving them to the side to slip your pointer finger between your folds. And you’re soaked, considering how little has actually happened.

“God, I’m so wet.” You sigh, finger trailing from your slit all the way up to your clit. “So messy.”

And Shinsou groans, a curse slipping past his lips, and the way he sounds just as worked up as you are makes you keen.

“Please. I need to touch myself, Hitoshi.”

“One finger. Put it in and tell me how it feels.” His voice drips with authority and something so commanding you don’t hesitate to listen.

And it barely feels like anything, slipping inside you with no issue, no hesitation and you whine. “Not enough.”

And you remember his hands, remember staring at them while he was manoeuvring the claw machine and you shake your head. “Can I use two? Want it to feel like you, like yours.” You mumble.

“Jesus fuck.” He grunts, and you hear the sound of skin of flesh and you feel a small sense of triumph.

“You were looking at my hands, baby? Go on, fuck yourself with those fingers just like I would. Fuck, would’ve made you cum on my lap before you even thought about getting to touch me. Bet you look so good when you cum. Wish I was there to see it.”

His words are a rambled mess and it only spurs you on. Your fingers thrust in as much of a steady rhythm as you can manage, and you use your thumb to rub messily at your clit, hips bucking off the bed. You don’t think you’ve cum from just your hands in forever, but the voice groaning in your ears sounds so needy, full of so much want and it’s all for you. Your peak gets closer and you moan, and he just keeps talking you through it.

“I want to hear it, okay? You’re gonna come all over those fingers for me and I want to hear it. Tell me when you’re close.” He says.

“So close, Hitoshi, fuck.” You cry.

“Come for me.”

And you do, clenching hard around your fingers, thighs twitching as you rub yourself through it, your moans hot and heavy as they slip out your mouth. You are very glad your roommate is not home, because you can be as loud as you want, as loud as Shinsou wants.

“Shit. You sound so good when you come, fuck-“ He lets out something that sounds feral, and in the haze of your orgasm you’re not afraid to ask.

“Did you-“

“No. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He lets out a deep breath, steeling himself, and as if you didn’t just orgasm, there’s already arousal crawling against your skin once more.

“I bet you’d be so good after you’d just come. So soft and pliant, let me take you to my room. Is that right?”

“Yes. Yes, I’d let you. Want you to fuck me, Hitoshi.” Your first orgasm only makes your want grow, anticipating what’s next.

“Aw, you should’ve come back to mine.” He teases, voice soft with something dangerous hidden beneath it. “Hope you have something you can use. I can promise it won’t be as good as the real thing, though.” 

He sounds almost jealous under all the self-assuredness, and your hands immediately fumble for your toy.

“Yeah. I have it.” 

“Good.” You’re already spreading your legs. “But not yet.”

You whine. “But-“

“You really think I’m doing anything before I taste that sweet cunt of yours?”

You stutter, pushing yourself up the sheets. “You- You’d do that?”

Shinsou pauses for a moment. “Nobody ever eaten you out before, baby?”

You shudder at his words. “No- Well yes, but they never really wanted to.”

And when he groans, it’s frustrated this time. “Nobody’s ever made you come on their tongue? Felt those soft thighs clench around their head because of how good they’re making you feel?”

He sounds so matter of fact, like it’s the worst thing in the world, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so wanted in your life.

“Hitoshi- I- I don’t-“

“I’ll give it to you, baby. You deserve it, you deserve to come on my tongue. Go on, touch yourself again.” His encouragement has you immediately complying, and he doesn’t stop.

“Think about it. About me. I’d spread you out on my sheets, make you see stars by the time I’m done with you. Gotta make sure you can take me.”

And the promise of that, of him pushes you closer to the edge. You moan his name over and over like a prayer as he talks you through it, the praise making you melt against your sheets. You’re hot and sweaty and he hums.

“Last one. You’re doing so well. Grab your toy.”

You do, the soft silicone cold in your hand. “It’s not very big.” You laugh slightly, and you can hear his smile.

“I guess we’ll just have to use our imaginations then.”

And you can’t help but grin, because even in a moment like this he’s joking to ease your nerves.

“Go on. Fuck yourself.”

His words are so bold, so vulgar but you don’t care, because you slide the toy inside you and you feel full instantly, the stretch just there but beautifully painful. You groan, relief and arousal all mixed in one. You twitch, still sensitive after your orgasm. 

“Feels so good.” You whimper. Your thrusts are slow and long, just like you imagine he’d do it.

“It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you.” And it’s now you can hear the slick sound of flesh on flesh moving in tandem with you, and you wonder how soaked you must sound for him to be able to keep in time with you.

You know it’s nothing like what he’d actuallly feel like, but you’re so pent up. You’ve been aching for this for god knows how long now that it feels almost perfect, and you buck you hips up for a better angle, to reach deeper. The sound of his shaky breaths in your ear only spur you on. You sound filthy. Whimpers and whines and broken moans falling from you lips as you get faster.

“I can hear you, you know. How wet you are.” He sounds as close as he has all night, voice strained as he practically growls down your ears.

“M’close, Hitoshi. Wanna come with you, please.”

“Fuck, yes, yes. Come for me then, baby, fuck-“

And it’s a messy mix of moans and unintelligible noises as you both climax, and you twitch and squirm and you wonder what he looks like in the throes of his pleasure. If he looks as desperate and finished as you do. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high, and he curses once more, guttural and spent. You both pant, catching your breath once more.

“Fucking hell. That- Did you-“

“I did.” You say.

And the shyness comes in as your high starts to fade. You feel dirty but in a good way. You think that’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done, but you’re glad it was with Shinsou of all people.

“So,” and you’re smiling before he can even finish his sentence. “Can I take you out on Friday?”

You hum. “Sounds like you’re just trying to get into my pants, Hitoshi.”

And he laughs, loud and boyish and you grin. 

“Well. I am. The rule doesn’t count after two dates right?”

“Correct.”

“Perfect. But.” And he sounds almost shy when he speaks again, like he wasn’t just speaking the most raunchy words you’d ever heard in your life moments ago.

“I like you. A lot. Really like you.”

“Good. I really like you a lot, too.” 

And you’re body aches and your face hurts from smiling too much, but you don’t care. You would amend your first date rule after tonight, but you don’t think you’ll be going on anymore first dates after this.

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guys this is pure SMUTTTTT LIKE omg don’t tell me Shinsou isn’t a freaky boy we all know he is… I acc couldn’t stop thinking of him after I wrote pt2 and when I got thsi ask I knew what had to be done..

I love u all and I hope u love this as much as I did! I literlaly wrote this during my lecture at uni in public so.. do with that information what u will

LOVE U GUYS

[f1fansfantasy]

Sports Car - Oscar Piastri x Reader

Inspired by Sports Car- Tate McRae, the alley part isn’t the same but you get me.

Warnings and not is this particular order: smut, sex, kissing, touching, body fluids, fingering, friends to lovers, sex in a car, p in v, not using a condom (use protection).

Important: this is not my first language, there might be some grammatical errors and you can tell me if you find any.

Please do not read this if you’re minor, this is not for you.

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Oscar and I were best friends, we had met at the Australian Gp back in 2023 and became closer since the first moment we saw each other.

I loved everything about him…well…I loved him..he just didn’t know it.

I tried to hide it, I was scared. It made sense, he was a celebrity, a f1 driver, an amazing person to top it all off….I was scared to lose him.

I loved to stare at him secretly when he turned around and changed in front of me, or was looking for his helmet and gloves in the McLaren garage. His big back, that grew a lot and kept growing, his fluffy hair, hazel eyes…koala eyes…and big arms he used to hug me whenever he saw me close to him.

Those addictive freckles that covered his enti- “Y/n?”- said Oscar, while driving fast in his McLaren back to the hotel we were staying at that weekend. I blushed and stared at him…fuck…I had zoned out.

I shook my head and acted like nothing happened. “You zoned out…everything’s ok?” He sounded a bit worried, Oscar had his hand on the wheel and his eyes on the road as he quickly stared at my body language, trying to interpret it the best he could.

I looked at him “yeah..sorry…didn’t notice” I said softly, trying and hoping that he didn’t read my mind at that moment. He realised there was something wrong as my eye contact with him wasn’t strong, it wasn’t normal…something was off.

He decided to turn right into this rich neighbourhood , middle of the night and park his car right in front of the sea. I had to admit the view was amazing, the moon made the sea shine and now I could see his face a bit more.

We were alone, in the darkness, the houses so big and far apart from the other no one cared about what happened there in the sports car.

I blushed as he stopped the car, took off his seatbelt and looked at me with a serious face “you aren’t ok, are you?” His voice was rough, probably from screaming on the radio of his f1 car.

I looked down and got a bit stiff “I’m sorry…I…I have a lot of things in my mind lately” I said softly.

“Are you stressed?” He asked softly “I want to help you Y/n, I know you’re struggling with something” he admitted as he rested his head on the seat and looked at me.

I swallowed and looked at the sea admitting to myself that my Aussie bestie was so hard on himself that he wouldn’t start the car without helping me first.

I felt my mouth go dry as I said the next words “I haven’t been with someone in a long time and I’m getting intrusive thoughts all the time because of that…all the time…it doesn’t stop” I closed my eyes and sighed, thinking that he would find it weird.

Oscar stared at me sweetly even if I couldn’t see him. I pressed my head against the backrest and hoped for the world to swallow me.

“Is that why you zone out that often?” He said softly and I nodded as I stared at my feet. “Is there any way I could help? Do you need help relaxing or..?” He said worriedly, his eyes analysed my body looking for a solution.

“Oscar…I…I’m lacking comfort..well..and more..more than a friend could give if you get me…this is more of a sexual need” I admitted softly.

After a few long seconds I heard a “I could help you if you want it…” he said softly and I stared at him feeling emotional. “Oscar that’s a lot to ask…you pay for my trips to go all over the world to support you, you are an amazing friend..” I said thinking he was offering it because of pity.

“I want to help..” he said sure of himself, worried about my state, his eyes sweet, caring.. “only if you let me…we can forget this happened if it makes you uncomforta-“ I shut him up.

“Nonono…it doesn’t…not me, I just don’t want you to do it out of pity” I said a bit broken..needy even..

He then understood the reason why I hadn’t spoken with him about it… she thought he would feel pity.

“It’s not pity, I’m your friend, I care for you..I want to see you do well, I swear it isn’t pity” he whispered as he tried to move his hand closer to mine, I allowed him as he interlocked our fingers, his skin warm on mine.

I looked into his eyes and realised he wasn’t lying, I sighed and looked at him “really?….” I whispered. “If you let me” he answered and caressed my hand, I looked into his eyes and nodded acknowledging the situation….he wanted this.

“Sure?” He nodded “ok….I will” I replied and then he fixed his seat, to go all the way back and lowered his window a bit, letting the cold air of the night get inside the car. “Y/n… if you want this come here…” he whispered and I looked into his eyes as I moved carefully on top of the center console of the car and sat on his lap, his thighs were comfortable.

I felt his hands on my waist as he adjusted me on top of him. “Is this ok?” He asked softly, I nodded as I looked down at him.

He put his seat back a bit to create more space and looked at me as he felt my waist, I loved his touch even if it was on top of my clothes. He moved closer and kissed my cheek, I smiled softly at him when he split “you’re sweet”, he blushed and smiled.

He touched my jaw and looked at my lips, without saying a word he saw the way my pupils grew and he moved closer to test me, so close that I could feel his breathing, my heart was pumping fast.

He teased his nose against mine and then with a hand on the back of my neck pushing me softly against him he kissed me like no one had ever done it before, it was a mixture of love and appreciation.

I slowly reciprocated the kiss, getting used to the feeling of the soft skin touching me and his arms lazily holding my body on his. I felt my cheeks getting warm and my lungs running out of air, I split to take a breather and I looked into his eyes, that was it. If I wasn’t in love with this man yet, now I was.

There was my Oscar, hair a bit messy, rosy cheeks…long lashes and shiny lips. I knew that was my place…I couldn’t tell hi- “how did that feel?” He asked as he placed his hand under my shirt and felt my waist, his eyes looking into mine for reassurance.

I touched his cheek and felt his body under mine, his thighs were strong under my frame and my core felt a bit too hot under the layer of fabric.

“That was good..I needed that” I admit shyly. He touched my hair and my waist “can I give you more?…I want you to relax…just stop me if you don’t want to keep going, I don’t want to make you feel unsafe” he whispered.

“I need you” I closed my eyes and breathed out…that was it…I was his.

He started kissing my cheek, my neck…he started a path, a circuit.

Like the ones he knew that well and knew how fast to go on a corner and what gear he should use.

His hands traced my torso and he looked into my eyes as he asked for consent as he lifted my shirt and left it on the passenger seat, he admired my chest and left a kiss on top my heart “i want to make you feel safe and loved…you deserve it Y/n” he breathed out and I touched his jaw and pecked his lips as a thank you, in his eyes you could tell he felt the feeling behind it.

Our hands started pulling the clothes off, shirt…bra…my shorts…his shorts… and everything started making a little mountain on the passenger seat.

I could notice his member under his boxers, he was feeling this make out session like I was, my panties had a stain on them and I got shy because I could feel it. His hand stopped on the elastic of them and he looked into my eyes as I was so close to him I could feel his breath, it was like we were in a bubble. “Can I?” He asked carefully, knowing there was no way back.

I nod and i felt how he discarded them as I moved myself a bit to make his job easier, that was it, I was naked in front of him. He kissed my neck for a moment and touched my cheek “you’re beautiful Y/n…I’ll take care of you ok? You just enjoy” I pecked his lips and smiled…fuck..the butterflies in my belly.

His hands got on his boxers and he lowered them down, I helped him to get them all the way off and with the rest of our clothes. “Mm nice” i whispered, a bit nervous, I haven’t done this in some time.

He smiled and slowly placed my hand on his member, I moved it softly and stroked it to stimulate him. I stole a kiss from his lips and went a bit faster, I could hear him begin to whine and softly moan for me, which made me start to become more aroused.

He looked so good, all perfect and horny underneath me in the Mclaren, absolutely made for me.

I spit on my hand and kept going, he asked me for consent and started teasing my core with his hand, I definitely underrated how big his hands would be on me as one of his fingers graced my entrance. “Hmm” The softest sounds started escaping my lips as my eyes closed.

The moans were getting louder and louder, his fingers started going faster as I felt how I drenched them in my juices. My hand stroked him a bit harder and he hid on the crook of my neck “Os…I’m close..” I breathed out “fuck…me too” he replied.

After a few moments he released on my hand as I felt the warm liquid on it and i shook until my eyes closed and I took a couple breaths as I rested against him, my body trembled from the orgasm and he took care of me until I came back to normal.

I felt his hand on my back as he caressed it “mmmh that was good…you did good” he whispered and i nodded as i kissed him softly. “Mm that was amazing” I blushed and he pulled my hips up for a second until he aligned himself under my body.

“Y/n…we don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to…” he whispered as he touched my hips, hoping I wasn’t overstimulated and the touches weren’t affecting me in that way.

“What if I do?” i whispered and kissed his neck as he tilted his head back, it was intimate, not that sexual. He hummed and touched my waist. “Then I want this too…. Uhm I don’t think I have a condom” he whispered while looking into my eyes.

“Just pull out…” I whispered “I trust you” I touched his cheek as I looked into his eyes. He swallowed and nodded as he lowered me on his length after asking if I was ready and I felt how it slowly entered my body “hmmmm fuck” I took a couple deep breaths as I touched his hair and he caressed my hips “like that…good girl” I opened my mouth and closed it immediately.

“Oh you liked that?” He teased me, I blushed and I looked down….I couldn’t believe we were doing this.

“I maybe did” I answered snarky, he took my hips as he heard it and started a fast but nice pace considering I haven’t done it in a while…I immediately got dumb on him “fuck…God…ahh mmm fuck” I moaned as I could barely open my eyes, my chest jumped and I got so drunk on the image of him sitting legs open on that seat thrusting into me.

He smiled and went a bit faster as the moans in the car were getting stronger and the sweat was increasing, I held onto him as i had a smile on my face and my legs were as I open as they could be on that seat around his hips, his hips drilling into me.

“Oscar…Oscar…clo-close” I was drunk on the feeling as he nodded and allowed me to collapse on his chest as he felt me finish, he cared for me first and then I felt him pull out and do on his belly, not in me…he kept his promise.

After a couple seconds he took some breaths as he held me and touched my hair, he stared at me with adoration. “So good…you did perfect…how do you feel?” He whispered as he kissed my forehead.

I pecked his lips and hugged his torso “thank you….that was amazing…i love you” I was so tired it escaped my lips and I didn’t notice, he looked at me and his heart started beating faster…she loved me? I had a chance?….

“Y/n please look at me” he begged in a whisper, his eyes deep as the sea in front of us. I did, his eyes looked dark, his pupils consuming all of them. “Yes?” I yawned mid answer.

He touched my cheek “do you really love me or did you love what we did?” He asked…hoping it was the first answer, our bodies still stuck against the other, warm and sticky.

“I wont lie because you know me” I whispered, my voice soft as i touched his cheek, he nuzzled it “I love you…I can’t hide it…not anymore after this…I also loved what we did if I’m honest” I admitted and turned red as a Ferrari “how can I not fall for someone like you?” i wondered out loud.

He smiled and touched my hair “I love you too…I want to take care of you, like tonight but for everyday…in every way I can y/n” he said softly and i felt a tear on my eye “don’t cry for me” he kissed my forehead, I felt home.

“Do you want us to be more or is this too soon?” He asked and i looked up at him and i pecked his lips with a smile and teary eyes “not too soon for me”.

He chuckled and wrapped me tightly in his arms “I love you Y/n” and I nuzzled on his shoulder and answered the same “love you Os”.

*this is only meant to be here, all rights reserved*

[acynicalsweetheart]

What if reader was Curlys teenage daughter and they're bathing together and he's taking his time washing her body and thinking about how much she's grown n stuff.. I think that'd be a neat fic if you have time🌚

okay after embarrassing myself majorly im just posting this. not a fic just a very long fucking drabble… sorry to disappoint anon LOL i have no idea what this is umm it sucks ass i can't lie i didn't even follow the ask LMFAO. cut it down a little bc i hated it so much . original version posted on my ao3… read cws as always!

content warning: 18+, dead dove do not eat, daddy-daughter incest, etc etc

“Wow…” dad grabs at your hips, fondling them while his eyes rake down your body, his expression looking more like awe than perversion. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“Can we just get this over with?” 

“Alright, we can get it over with,” Curly lifts you up princess-style, carrying you in his arms like you’re his bride to the bathtub. 

“Dad!”

You’re placed in the bubble bath, dad’s taken the time to pick out your favourite sickly sweet scent even if he’s been clear about how it gives him a migraine. He enters after you, maneuvering you to sit in his lap. 

Dad leans back, makes these embarrassing sex-like noises that have your cheeks setting ablaze. The fact that you’re both butt fucking naked, stuck in a bathtub meant for one, doesn’t help the situation either. 

“This is nice,” he breathes out, pornographic in sound in the way only dad manages to be, pets you on the head and pulls you closer to his chest, “you, me, just like the old times.” 

“Yeah…” is all you can offer in reply, mainly because of the way his dick seems to be agreeing with his words—pressing uncomfortably against your hip in its heavy and floppy glory. 

He’s mostly soft, which you suppose is a good thing. 

Curly washes you like you’re still his baby, struggling to scrub your body squeaky, watery clean ‘cause of the bubbles stubbornly sticking to your skin. 

Everything is fine so you let your guard down for approximately one minute and his hands have already wandered off to where they aren’t supposed to be. 

“Look at these, baby,” he says like you haven’t been looking at them for years, cupping your breasts in his large palms and feeling up the tits he helped to make. “One day they might be as big as mine.” 

Right. Because dad has tittage enough to make Anna Nicole Smith reek out of jealousy. 

“Funny.” You click your tongue at him. Dad means well, you think. You just don’t have the heart to tell him that he’s being wildly inappropriate. 

“Lighten up, baby.” 

“I’m all grown up now, dad, it’s… kind of weird.” He’s like a puppy, if you get stern with him he’ll start pouting and near keeling. 

“All grown up? Honey, you’re my little girl. Always.”

You’ll be my little girl even when you’re fourty, you’ll be my little girl even when I’ve kicked the bucket—

“Even if you walk around with these babies” dad squeezes your tits, chuckles like it’s the most normal thing in the world when you yelp, “nowadays.”

(You’ve had them for as long as you can remember. Maybe he’s just been too busy fucking around up in the galaxy to notice.)

“I’ve been walking around with these,” you pluck his hands off your chest and he wraps them back around your waist—and much to your surprise, dad takes it, stays like that. 

“Whatever you say.”

It comes to a point where you’ve both been in the tub for so long that your fingers are starting to get pruny, wrinkling up like raisins. 

Dad’s hands drift slowly, very indiscreetly, down your tummy until his fingertips brush against your mound. You’re almost praying it’s an accident, frozen like a stone statue in his lap. 

“Are you…?” He trails off, seemingly a bit taken aback of his own question. 

“…Am I what?” 

Sick? Wet? Legal? A virgin? 

“Nothing,” he says but starts feeling around like he’s searching for something. A nagging voice in the back of your head tells you that ‘something’ might be your hymen. 

“I can—I can wash… down there myself, dad,” grabbing his hands to stop them from going any further, your heart’s beating so hard in your chest you can feel it in your throat. You swallow it.

“Right. Yeah.” Curly finally retreats, spurting out a half-assed excuse, “sorry, sweetheart.” It’s like he’s on another planet. 

Yet your stomach flares up with a heat you definitely should not be feeling at your dad’s touch—or lack thereof. 

It comes out before you can stop yourself, “why are you acting so weird?” Like you’re not the one with clenching thighs and a blanket of buzzing arousal over you as you speak. 

“Weird? Honey, I’m not—“ dad cuts himself off, sighs and starts over. “I just… missed my girl. Feel bad for spending so much time away from you,” he admits quietly, saddened as he looks down and strokes your tummy under the water. “Didn’t get to see you grow up.”

“Oh,” that does not explain things. “It’s okay, dad.” 

“No, I shouldn’t have touched you like that, baby.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you wonder if he’ll start sobbing. 

Maybe you’ll let him stay like this for just a little while longer. 

“I can show you,” you take a moment before deciding to guide one of his hands back to your breast, the other to cup your mound. “How much I’ve grown up.”

A lone rubber duck floating amongst the bubbles judges you. 

[sturniolostars]

𝓟𝓤𝓒𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓐𝓡𝓞𝓤𝓝𝓓

∗ smut, mentions of death, abuse, eating disorders, self harm, overall mature themes

∗ Chris was used to everyone liking him. But Evelyn hates hockey players and Chris hates her and her stupid figure skating. However they have to share a rink for now and can’t help but feel a pull towards each other. How will this play out in the end?

Previous Chapter

Chris’s pov

What did she mean she knew? How did she find out? Who told her? It doesn’t matter I need to explain myself before she tells people false information or even worse the actual true information. I grab her wrist before she can walk out.

“Please just come up to my room and I’ll explain” I can see that she wants to say no and leave, but also knows that if she doesn’t give me a chance right now I’ll probably throw her over my shoulder and taker her upstairs myself.

With that, she sighs and nods. I take her upstairs to my room and punch in the code for my door and drag her inside before closing it behind me and turning to her. “What do you know?” I demand.

“I know that it was one of your teammates that got some girl pregnant while she was dating some other dude and he wasn’t very happy.” She sounded pissed. Who wouldn’t be. That made all of us sound like jerks. But it’s also not what happened

“Look they didn’t even hookup. Yes she got pregnant but it’s her actual boyfriend’s baby and she must have just got scared and blamed it on the only other person she could which happened to be my teammate.” I explain “he also didn’t know she had a boyfriend”

I can see her soften a little at that and nod. I walk closer to her half because when we were walking upstairs her ass was in my face and I wanted to fuck her for it and the other was to prove my point. “You can’t tell anyone” my voice comes out huskier.

She nods. “I won’t” she whispered. I can feel myself getting hard already. “You know you’re such a tease” I growl putting my hands on her hips. She looks confused. “Me? What did I do?!”

I smirk. “That perfect ass of yours was in my face the whole way up the stairs” she scoffs. “Well I can’t really control that” I chuckle and lean in to start kissing her neck. I can feel her shiver and watch goosebumps invade her skin. She says she hates me but her body thinks otherwise.

Evvie’s pov

I do hate him. I do I do I do. Or at least that’s what I want to tell myself. I roll my eyes at how pathetic I’m being. He lays me onto his bed. And while I won’t stop this because I think I’d start sobbing I will be cocky.

“You think you can just fuck me?” I scoff. He kisses my neck again. “No but let me make it up to you” he says dragging my panties down my legs. His fingers work my clit and slide up and down my folds.

“So wet for me. Is this what hate does?” He teases. “I bet you couldn’t even find my g-spot. I can draw a map to it just for you so I don’t regret-“ I’m cut off with a loud moan as he shoves two fingers into me.

He pumps them in and out of me while still rubbing my clit. My back arches a bit. Okay maybe I should not have made that joke because all I felt now were his long slender fingers abusing my g-spot.

He brought his mouth down to suck on me and my back arches off the bed. I was already about to cum but I’ll just blame it on that fact I haven’t been laid in a while and not the fact this man is destroying me and he’s not even fucking me with his cock.

“I fucking hate you– fuck I’m cumming!” I moan. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave and I can feel myself convulsing around his fingers. He pulls said fingers out and slurps up my juices. It was pretty hot but fuck–

I can’t believe what I just did. I’m supposed to hate him. Not cum all over his face. I quickly grab my panties and race out the door like I’ve been in track my whole life before Chris can even register what happened.

Fuck me

a/n: might get another part out today too, so I hope you enjoy! (Tell me if you wanna be added to the taglist)

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[archivalofsins]

Loving this line for Kazui, "I warned them many times. Many, many, many, many, many times! You should have stopped it! You, of all people!"

This is made twenty times funnier by me always switching Kazui and Amane's numbers in my head because now I get to do this-

Hey, why the fuck is the only person torn up about what occurred the child that everyone blamed for it while the guy who's lived there for years is like,

"What went wrong, I wonder?"

Like bro I just wrote a post about all the things you knew could have gone wrong that you could have warned us about. Kazui for the love of god please sir? Please- this shouldn't be that funny accidental three D's success.

Rare win for dyscalculia.

Because bro you warned us of many things. Which one? Like specifically in his second voice drama he warned us about Mikoto and Kotoko. This could also be alluding to this conversation he had with Yuno which would be the vaguest way to warn someone ever mind you-

23/09/02 (Yuno’s Birthday)

Kazui: I heard you’ve been helping Shidou-kun out. ……er, sorry if this comes across as rude, but it’s kind of unexpected. It always seemed like you didn’t care that much about other people.

Yuno: Hmm? What’s with that all of a sudden. I mean, you’re right, I don’t care much. But if there’s someone dying in front of you anyone would do what they could to help, right? And anyway, aren’t you the same? You usually don’t care much either, right?

Kazui: ……I wonder. This old man isn’t as much of a thinker as you are. I mean, until now I’ve been in an environment where it’s all about having physical strength. So I’ve never really thought about stuff like that.

Yuno: Haha, we’re the same in that we’re both liars too. I guess the difference is the reasons we lie. You care about yourself, so lie to protect yourself. I don’t care about anyone at all, including myself.

Or this conversation with Mikoto which isn't a fucking warning either Kazui-

24/08/05 (Kazui’s Birthday)

Mikoto: ––No, it’s just…… I’m happy for the thought…… But I don’t even know myself what I’ll do next. So I can’t really hang out at the moment, y���know? But…… haha, aren’t you scared, Kazu-san?

Kazui: Hmm, I guess because of my work, I’m used to dealing with rowdy youngsters. Obviously you have your reasons. I don’t feel like prying, though. Well, whenever you feel like it, you’re always welcome. If you’re always on your own it’ll just make you feel worse. I’ll be company if you need to relieve some stress.

Mikoto: Yeah…… I’m not really, y’know, used to relying on other people. Like, I start to worry that I’m being a burden. And it’s hard for me to deal with feeling so pathetic…… If I do say so myself, I’m super Japanese, haha……

Kazui: Hm…… well, I’m fine whatever. If this is what’s easiest for you, I won’t force you. But you know, being in your 20s is still super young. It’s great that you’re so disciplined, but most people won’t worry if you’re a bit of a burden. I mean, I’m almost 40, and I feel like I’m still a kid now.

Or are you referring to these two conversations-

20/06/19

Kazui: By the way…… thanks, Shina-chan. You keep going around and talking to people to make sure the mood never gets too sour, right? It’s a big help. We’re all in here together, after all. If a fight broke out the whole group could fall apart.

Mahiru: ……eh? Huh~? Ah, no, I’m just talking to people because I personally want to talk. All the kids are so cute, so I can’t help but want to fuss over them! A fight, huh… But if that ever happened, then you’ll definitely be a big help, right~? Since you’re so big! And buff!

Kazui: Ahh, no. I mean, I’ll do what I can. Based on appearance, as long as nobody has a weapon, I think I can probably get everyone under control…… No, we should just hope that nothing like that ever happens.

Mahiru: You know, I quite like watching martial arts, actually. I don’t really get it, but it looks super cool. Hi-yah! Hi-yah!

20/06/23

Futa: Old man, don’t just laze around so carefree like that. Haven’t you thought about how to break out from here? With your physique, you can probably take out the guard and escape, right?

Kazui: Ahh…… Ok, let’s put it this way. You got caught up in a bank robbery, and the culprit has blocked off the police. From a glance, they look pretty weak, and don’t seem to be holding any weapons. Would you try to arrest them yourself?

Futa: ……if it looked like I’d be able to, then I would. You said they’re weak and don’t have any weapons, right? Everyone else in the building’s life is on the line. Those who can fight should fight.

Kazui: Haha, I wouldn’t recommend that. Even if they look weak, they might actually be a lot stronger. They might have an accomplice hiding somewhere. And they might not look like they have a weapon, but could easily be hiding a gun ……you shouldn’t act until you have absolute confidence in your assessment. So, for now I’m going to sit back and assess the situation. And on that note, I’m off for a smoke~

Given that other translations have said he's was saying you should have stopped him like I'd assume he was talking about one of the guys. At best Mikoto since he was brought up by Kazui specifically in his second voice drama. Though other translations have no mentions of gender instead saying them or you (as in Es).

Either way listing everything he really did warn a lot of people that there may not be much he could do if an attack broke out or if they kept happening. So this appears to be an honest reaction to what has happened.

[lovelettersfromluna]

Hi! Let’s talk :)

Let’s start off with the usual. How are you? Have you been eating well? Drinking lots of water? Getting enough sleep? Taking care of yourself? I hope you have been. This year has been really fucking crazy despite us just now finishing January, but are we really all that shocked?

I’ve tried making this post a few times, and I really hope I get this one right. I have so many thoughts and so many things I want to say, and it feels hard to convey all of it inside one tiny post. I wish I could just give you a voice memo of me rambling for 30 minutes instead.

I know what you’re thinking. “Luna, why didn’t you just make a post about taking a hiatus? Surely you were aware of how hectic things would get in a months time?” And you’re right! You are very very right. I made that post with every intention of coming back as permanently as possible, however things happen very quickly when you least expect them to.

To make a very long story short, I’m working now! Which greatly affects my posts on here. I’ve been working full time, alongside being a student full time, which fills my plate up a lot more than it was before.

I mean this when I say this, but I am not going anywhere, this page is not going anywhere. I have every intention of fitting this into my schedule, because this is my hobby. I write to destress, I allow my imagination to run rampant and write to my hearts content. However, there will be changes.

I plan on implementing a post schedule for this page, because if there’s anything I need to stay organized right now, it’s structure. I haven’t fully figured out when that’ll be, as I haven’t been working for that long yet. Once I have a better idea of my permanent schedule, I’ll be getting on that as soon as I can to set aside time for myself to write.

Regardless of what my work schedule will be, I won’t be on here the way I was when I first started my page. Posts will be a bit more spaced out, because I’m just one person. I’m only capable of so much, and I’m trying to avoid anymore burnout as much as I can.

This year alone, I’ve done things that have terrified me my entire life. I’ve had to cross so many hurdles within the span of a month that have overwhelmed me, exhausted me, and made me extremely proud of myself all in one. It’s a part of growing up, and I ask for you all to bear with me a bit longer.

I wish I could have all the free time in the world to be with you all, and give you the work you want, but my brain is only capable of so much.

This is not a hiatus post, so please don’t feel like it is. This is simply me discussing the future of this blog, because things are going to change. I understand if this upsets you, because I’ll miss writing until four am to my hearts content. I’ll try to do that whenever I can! I just won’t be able to do it as often as I used to.

Thank you all for your patience and kindness while I try to navigate my time here. This little space we’ve created together has been one of my greatest achievements and it makes my heart glow knowing I’m able to share it all with you. I’m still here, writing, reading, and doing what I can with the free time I have, and the idea I have are almost overwhelming. I can’t wait to share it all with you.

As always, Love Luna 🤍

[kotton-kandy953]

please please please please please do another TBHK fic, thank you!

━ 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃

❏ 𝐘𝐎𝐔

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 love interest ꒱ . . . yandere!stalker!akane aoi x fem!reader || I kinda changed the layout of my posts if it isn’t too obvious. I might change it back, idk yet

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 warnings ꒱ . . . blood, delusions, kidnapping, murder, obsessive tendencies, stalking, yandere themes

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . you, a new student at kamome academy, have caught the attention of a boy in your class who turns out to be an obsessive stalker; willing to murder anyone who could get in the way of their relationship. but he would never… right?

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 authors note ꒱ . . . I’ve recently started watching “you” and i really wanted write a fanfic based off of it. I haven’t written a anything in first person, or a tbhk fic in general in a while so I had to reread the manga to grasp akane’s character (he might be a little ooc sorry) || I have the fucking flu so I posted this wayyy later than I wanted :( || tbhk fics: sweetheart

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 word count ꒱ . . . 3.5k

The first day of the school year after summer break is always the worst. Everyone is forced to re-introduce themselves to the same kids they’ve had classes with since middle school; As if they’ve never seen them before.

Not only that, but trying to make a decent impression of yourself on you new teachers is a drag in itself.

And quite frankly, I’m over it.

The same uniforms as last year, the same school mysteries or wonders, the same crush you’ve had since elementary that would never, ever, dare to look your way… why can’t life change for once? I’m not even asking for anything too drastic. Just a slight shift in the room that’ll make my life a bit more enjoyable, y’know?

And, as if answering my desperate prayers, — you entered the room.

Your uniform dress looked so nice despite looking the exact same as every other girl’s’. You walked slowly and had a resting smile on your face, yet you still avoided eye contact… were you nervous? I’m not surprised, I’ve never seen you before so I assume that you’re a new student.

You paused for a moment, examining the class before you chose a desk to sit at. And where will that be?

Will you sit in the front back of the class? Or on the wall by the window? Maybe even—

“-Is anyone sitting here?” You asked, gesturing towards the vacant seat right next to me.

You… you want to sit next to me? Why me? Am I really that important to you?

“No. No one’s sitting there,” God, you’re even prettier up close… stop it! I can’t fall for you after only 5 minutes. It’s pathetic, really…

Nonetheless, I wasn’t expecting you to greet me first. well, you technically didn’t greet me, it was more of a question…

Pushing up my glasses, I cleared my throat. I guess I have to introduce myself then… “I’m Akane Aoi.”

“I’m Y/n L/n, nice to meet you Aoi,” you smiled at me… your smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. Ever since her—

-Once our first class had finally started, it was a struggle to pry my eyes away from you. I just… found everything about you so fascinating. From the way you styled your hair, to the way your (s/c) complexion seemed to glow.

Even the way you awkwardly glanced over in my direction enchanted me. Wait, you’re looking at me? Crap, was I staring for too long? Quickly, I diverted my gaze down at my paper.

Why do I feel this way around you, Y/n? This can’t be normal, right? No. It has to be. Then again, there was only one other person I’ve felt so strongly about before…

Despite my efforts to avoid staring, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’re just so pretty, too fucking pretty…

I failed to notice the soft redness rising to my face until it was a bit too late. Why did I have to get like this whenever I like someone?

No, no, I couldn’t have became obsessed with you already, we’ve only just met. I only find you, Y/n, very, very interesting.

Is it even alright for me to address you as ‘Y/n?’ I’ll just assume so for now, but I’ll make sure to ask you whenever we get close.

The second I got home from school today, I threw myself onto my bed after dropping all of my things on the ground. I’m too exhausted to do anything productive and my mind is too preoccupied with more pressing matters.

Then again, I believe it’s pretty normal when you have a crush for only them to circulate though your mind… 24/7. It doesn’t exactly have to be an “obsessive infatuation” as some may call it. But all things do have their limits — so why can’t I stop thinking of you, Y/n…?

I rolled over onto my side and reached for my phone, the least I can do it look for your social media right? I just want to know your hobbies, what shows you like to watch, your home address…

Your account was a bit difficult to find giving that you don’t use your full legal name unlike most people online… You’re an overall average person on the internet, posting mostly about your different interests.

Does this count as a form of stalking? No, it can’t! I’m just… browsing your reposts.

Not only that, but it took me an even shorter amount of time to find your house believe it or not. Well, it’s mostly because i have your first and last name imprinted in my memory despite only hearing it once.

After a bit of digging, I would have your home address. Seriously, the internet shouldn’t make it this easy to find someone’s address. That’s how people get robbed and even kidnapped…

Comparing the picture from Google to the real thing, I wouldn’t have ever guessed that your home was this big. Yes, I know watching someone from inside their house at 10:47 PM while dressed in all black is… not morally okay. Maybe even illegal in some countries, but I’m doing this all for your sake, Y/n.

I pulled up my hood up over my head in fear of being recognized as I stared into your bedroom window from behind a large tree, I’m glad I’m not wearing those damn glasses.

But dear God, you looked even more elegant out of your uniform and in your pajamas. I instantly tore my lingering eyes away when my gaze began trailing down your thighs.

Wait. Are you in there alone, Y/n? I don’t see any cars parked outside… but there could be cars in the garage, right? Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.

I can’t believe your parents would leave you alone in your house like that for so long. Especially with the curtains wide open this late at night… seriously, haven’t you ever heard of privacy?

You never know what kinda creepy wierdos could be watching you in your sleep or even following your every move. Good thing I’m here, Y/n. I’ll always protect you.

❏ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

It’s been a few weeks after school has started Y/n, and I’ve kind of gotten used to this routine we have now. I wake up extra early every morning to get dressed and ready for school. I walk over to your which isn’t very far from mine, and watch you get dressed and leave the house for school through your window.

This actually helped me learn so many new things about you, you leave your home around 7:30 every day and walk to school. You know, it can be dangerous walking all alone like that, good thing I’m here to watch over and protect you, Y/n.

You do have a few friends, some a bit closer than preferred but I can’t really control who you’re around… for now.

We have most of our classes together which I thank God for, but our first one is my personal favorite. The main is because you sit right next to me. Sure, you barely speak to me unless you, like, needed to borrow a pencil or something… but at least you acknowledge my presence.

And once you finally settle in your seat, I always pause time. Despite my supernatural power only allowing me to do this for five minutes, it still feels way too short for my liking. I just want to stare into your beautiful eyes and admire your stunning beauty for eternity.

God, why did you of all people have to steal my heart. I’ve always believed that… she would be the only one for me, but that just can’t be. Because if it were, why else would I be head over heels for you, Y/n?

My crush… no, my obsession with you has grown so bad that I can barely think straight when I look at you. Even frozen in time, you still find a way to drive me mad.

With only a few more seconds from the five minutes left on the clock, I looked away from you and sighed combing my fingers through my red hair. I couldn’t possibly be on the brink of insanity after only seeing you for a fucking week.

But no matter how much I criticize myself, I just can’t and won’t stop thinking of you. Of how you smell, how you feel, how you taste… oh, the feeling of your soft lips against mine would be simply euphoric—

“Akane, are you okay?” You asked, nervously laughing a bit. “You seemed a bit out of it a minute ago.”

Coming back my senses, I realized my fingers were delicately touching my lips as if we actually did just kiss.

“Actually Y/n, there’s something really important I need to tell you,” I began, urgency in my eyes as I stare into yours. Is this too soon to tell you how I feel?

Well it must’ve been because as soon as you opened your mouth to form a response, our teacher entered the room.

Great.

❏ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

‘Good morning You,�� is what I wish I was saying to you this dreadful day — but no. Sadly, only in my deepest, darkest imaginations can I hold you tightly in my warm embrace without a care in the world.

Call me delusional or whatever, but I can’t help it.

Because I’m so in love with you.

Sure, I haven’t forwardly told you this… well, every time I tried I was either interrupted or I couldn’t find you. I stal-follow you all the time, so why is it so hard to locate you whenever you turn the corner and get lost in a big crowd.

But still, I haven’t given up on you — on us.

Because my brain can’t go five minutes without you running through my head, I have to do something about it. From the second I woke up this morning, so for about 3 hours? I’ve been… innocently looking for your social media on every app that I can think of, but you barely post at all. So seeing your beautiful face was out of the question.

Beginning to grow agonizingly bored, I throw myself out of bed and walk over to my closet. My hands landed on a black hoodie and jeans, that’ll be fine I guess.

Now in the bathroom, I looked up at the mirror and was a bit taken aback at my appearance. Well, mainly the dark circles under my eyes that anyone could notice.

Dammit, have I even slept last night? Or the night before?

Whatever, I can’t change the past. But it’d be nice if I was given that power anyway.

I sent a text to my parents, making up a lame excuse as to why I’m abruptly leaving at… 10 AM!? Damn, I didn’t know that the thought of you, Y/n could keep me up for that long!

It didn’t take much walking for me to end up here, right in front of your house. And even after I (indirectly) told you, Y/n, you still have your curtains wide open. Letting anyone see the inside of your bedroom.

Oh, you look so peaceful laying in your bed… I could only imagine how it would feel laying next to you in the morning. The way your soft skin would ever so slightly brush against mine. The sound of your soft warm breaths escaping your lips—

“Well good morning to you, Aoi!” A voice rang out behind me, making my whole body stiffen. I didn’t realize I had been staring into your bedroom window for a few minutes until now. Fuck.

“Sh- Shit! You scared me, Minamoto!” I looked up at the taller blonde in frustration. “What’re you doing here anyway!?”

“Well I was just going on a walk but suddenly ran into you. But wow, Aoi, I never took you for the creeepy stalker type… Actually, I did.” He laughs a bit to himself, that same damn smile plastered onto his stupid face.

“Ha, ha, very funny Mr. President,” I scoffed, “Don’t you have a supernatural to exorcise or something?”

“Well, no actually.” He put a finger on his chin and looked over towards your house, “But I do have a question for you: Whatever happened to you and Akane? I thought you lover her unconditionally, hm, Aoi?”

“I…” My eyes narrowed at him. Did he seriously have to bring her up here and now? “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” He sighed, “Just — forget I said anything.”

He turned on his heel and proceeded to walk away from me, “Enjoy whatever it is you’re doing, Aoi.”

I rolled my eyes at him, what was he even doing here? I don’t know, and, quite frankly, I don’t really don’t give a fuck either. Looking up at your bedroom window once more, you were… gone?

“The hell…?” I muttered under my breath, my hands reaching up to pull my hood over my head. Did you notice me watching and decided to move? No, there’s no way could’ve seen me…

“Dammit, did I really loose you?” I panicked, despite it not even being that serious.

Just calm down, maybe I can find you—

“Oh, hi Aoi! I didn’t expect to see you around here!”

Slowly, I turned around and pulled the hood off my disheveled hair; I could really take better care of myself before leaving the house.

But when did you…? You know what, I don’t even care.

You laughed a bit at my close to mortified expression. Oh, your smile is so beautiful…

“You uh- yeah! I just ran into Minamoto so I guess everyone from school’s here or something!” I responded as calmly as possible, obviously failing in the process.

You went silent for a bit and narrowed your eyes at me, “There’s something off about you… where are your glasses?”

You pointed to my eyes and I only blinked at you. How the hell did I forget my glasses!? No. I didn’t forget them. I didn’t bring them on purpose because I didnt think I’d need them so… shit, shit, I need to make up an excuse..!!

“I… forgot them. The glasses, that is,” I lied. I had to lie, Y/n, because your were asking too many damn questions. But that’s okay… for now.

“That’s a shame… but do I like you a bit more without them on anyway,” I’m glad that’s we’ve became close enough friends whereas you can trust me even after I blatantly lied to your face.

Wait did you just compliment me?

“I don’t have anything important to do today, so do you want to go to the movies with me? If you’re not busy, of course.”

And are you asking me out? I have to be dreaming.

A big, stupid smile illuminated my sleep-deprived face as I eagerly agreed, “Yeah of course! What Time do you want to go?”

“Why not now? If you don’t mind…”

I wasn’t expecting that… do you really like me that much, Y/n?

“O- of course! I don’t mind at all!!” God, i probably sound so desperate right now, but who wouldn’t when you’re literally asking me out, Y/n!?

As we were walking to the theater that was too damn far away, I read aloud the movies showing around this time today. When I got to the last on on the list, you stopped me.

“If you can read that well without your glasses, I don’t see why you need them,” you giggled. It’s so cute how oblivious about me you are.

Yet, it’s understandable. I can’t tell you that I gained the power to pause time and see supernaturals from school mystery number one but use my glasses to block them from my view. But that’d take way too long to explain, you know?

Oh shit, don’t I need to make up an excuse for that too?

“So which movie were you thinking of seeing, Y/n?” I’ll just act like I didn’t hear you.

❏ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

It was late afternoon when the movie was over, I asked if I could walk you home and of course you accepted the offer. My home is on the way anyway… well, if I were to go the shorter way.

We stopped at your front porch and you turned to me, “Thank you for going to the movies with me, Aoi! I knew it was sudden?”

Why are you so worried about that Y/n? I would literally do anything for you.

“Oh you’re welcome, really I should be thanking you.” I smiled, my hands fidgeting nervously in my pockets. Why the hell am I so nervous? Get you shit together Akane. This my perfect, only chance I get to tell you how I really feel!

“Y/n, I love—“

“—Hey, Y/n!!”

You turned around, your face lighting up at the sight of this random guy. I’ve never seen him be- wait I have. He’s some kid who went to your old school. He follows your account actually… and it pisses me off.

“Y/n you know him?” I forced out my mouth. But what I really wanted to ask was, “Y/n, who the fuck is this loser?”

“Yes, he went to my middle school!” You exclaimed, a bit too happy to see him.

His name is Ryota, a boringly average student with average grades, looks, and personality… he posts a bit more than you and seems a bit more on the extroverted side. Despite his average-ness, he has a blatantly obvious crush on you, but I think you would’ve caught on by now.

But who cares about him. I want to know what is and was he to you, Y/n? A close friend? A past crush? I have to know.

Wait a second, I just remembered he made a post about Kamome, does he go the—!?

“Aoi? You there?” You giggled, waving your hand in my face. I must’ve zoned out… again. “Akane Aoi, this is Ryota! My best friend from middle school!”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen you around campus! Nice to finally meet you Mr. Vice President!”

So he does go to Kamome. Great.

I already hate this guy.

“You too, Ryota,” I plastered a fake smile onto my face then turned to you. “I’m going home now, don’t want to worry my parents! Bye, Y/n!” I turn and walk away.

When walking back to my home, I suddenly find myself eavesdropping on you and Ryota’s conversation. Completely by mistake! You both just speak very loudly…

“Why were you on a date with… him?” Ryota huffs. I knew he was a little shit!

“It wasn’t… really a date. We just went out…” You avoided eye contact with him. Were you embarrassed? For what?

“On a date.”

“Why do you even care? I thought you were over me!”

“I am! But Akane Aoi isn’t… he isn’t right in the head, okay.”

“What are you talking about, Ryota! You said the same thing abou—“

“-but I’m serious this time! He gets really, uh, really obsessive okay? There’s a rumor he’s killed someone over a girl he liked before.”

“that’s just a rumor it can’t be proven.”

“Whatever. Believe what you want. I’m going home,” and he walked away.

Why would he say something so… untrue about me! I’m perfectly fucking sane. And why would he feel those.. those lies to you, Y/n? I can’t let him try to brainwash you or anyone else at school with that stuff.

Y/n, you really need better friends.

❏ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

I spent my Sunday doing absolutely nothing. Not even stalking you interested me today. All I could think of what’s that stupid piece of crap Ryota. Why the hell is he even named that, I bet he can’t even animate.

At school the next day, I did what I usually do all day. Most of which is either me staring at you or thinking of you.

But that stupid Ryota has plagued my mind, and they weren’t the lovesick thoughts like I have with you. No, I cant go three fucking minutes without imagining myself bashing his skull in with my bat.

God, why can’t he just disappear!?

When school was finally over, I headed straight to my locker, the shoe locker, then the exit doors. I may haven’t mentioned this to you yet because the author forgot to write this earlier, but I sent an anonymous message to Ryota asking him to meet me behind the school.

Only an idiot could fall for something like that, but it guess it worked because he’s literally walking right towards me as we speak.

“Oh… it’s you. What do you want, Aoi?” Ryota sneered. Man, I really hate this guy.

“Oh, I just need to show you something really important…” I muttered through gritted teeth as I took my heavy backpack off and shuffled through the contents.

Why do I still have this thing in here?

“Oh, I found it!” I stood up in front of him with my hands behind my back.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “took you long eno—“

In the heat of the moment, I had swung what my hands had a firm grip on directly into his skull. I’m so glad I had kept this spiked baseball bat.

When the warm liquid splattered onto my face and his body had collapsed at my feet, I could only react with two words: “Oh shit.”

I hope it’s not obvious that I got lazier w/ my writing as the story progressed. I just realyyy wanted to post this soon lol :P

If this gets popular, I might make a part two!! :D

[seiwas]

the healing and purest form of comfort that you feel when you’re reunited with your best friend—when you just feel fully yourself, like everything’s gonna be okay >>

[theswedishpajas]

Magma art dump of random gay Stanley things (Featuring me! Go figure!)

Anything that isn’t in some kind of blue or yellow is by one of my friends

[lady-grace-pens]

Slow writers of tumblr: has anyone figured out The Key to not comparing yourself to your peers who hit massive word counts daily? Or is this something we all struggle with together?

[stellewriites]

thanks for the tags @dwarvenagenda & @pricegouge !! 💓

it was fun to check my stats for this year :3

funny to compare how i started my year vs how its ending (fandoms im writing for, fic length range, themes and tropes i’m preferring, etc).

i’ve found that although ive maybe written less and had less interaction in general from readers this year i’ve truly found some amazing people that i consider good friends on here now :’) and i wouldn’t swap that for anything!!

blank copy below and npt: @pricetagged @ohlawdthebirds @sentientcave @syoddeye @gloard @wraithdance @buttdumplin @luvrodite @mikichko @lewistoferrari @disgustingtwitches

[jittyjames]

ptsd is being such a bitch to me tonight guys. your girl is not doing well.

[jitteryjive]

i need to remake my cup bros ref… both cup and human designs… it’s been almost a year(?) and i’ve developed the headcanons and i would like to share with the class!!! (i wrote thirty tags. Please help me)

[butnotbubblegum]

using the tags to vent my current emotional state into the void bc ig story feels like a bad plan for this, read at your own risk.

[alaskan-wallflower]

(vent in the tags and under the cut. don’t read if you don’t want.)

sometimes i wonder if people would care if i was gone. there’s just no point anymore tbh.