#i traced the houses yess ;;

[jazzzzzzhands]

Hey Y'all! I made! An ANIMATION!!

Mind you, I dont think i've done anything this big before and its very storyboard-style and semi-rotoscoped

Wally just gives me those big comfort vibes that Mr. Rogers has <3

SO please take this! I had a lot of fun! and i think i learned a few things!

[sunniepoo]

Hii sweetie 🫶🏻 I was wondering if you could write something about stepbro!rafe teaching her stepsis about sex and stuff, telling her it's normal to do this thing and everything.. thanks in advance love!!

ugh yess!!thinking about this being a post-sex convo where you start feeling guilty about it and he has to manipulate reassure you

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you’ve always has an inkling that what you had been doing with your stepbrother was wrong and despite how good he made you feel, how far he made your eyes roll back - there was always a little voice in your head discouraging you; telling you that this wasn’t right

‘th-this is all natural-’ he would ramble, going on about how this is his role and purpose as the man of the house, making sure that you knew all of this and how ‘no one else would understand’

it was hard because as much as you trust rafe’s word, you couldn’t ignore the pit in your stomach, after every long night of him pounding into your cunt, nagging at you that this was disgusting - you were disgusting

and that’s how you found your usual bubbly demeanour gone as the older boys large amount of seed drips out of you, coating your thighs with pale white colour - the warm liquid reminding you of your shame or lack of. you didn’t even register the presence of rafe’s large figure slowly cleaning you up, how could he be so casual?

“what s’mthin wrong?” he queries, large palms coming up to massage your sore body, confused by the sudden change in atmosphere “hm? c’mon kid you gotta talk if you want me to help”

“d’you feel like we’re doing something wrong….something bad” the question blankets the room, clouding the room with a sense of uncertainty

“what” the older cameron deadpans, response coming out more icy than you expected “wh-what wh-where is this coming from…what are you even talking about” eyebrows furrowing with every word, showing his clear confusion and worry, mind lingering on the question ‘why are you having second thoughts?’

“just feels like this is wrong sometimes” hands reaching up to rub at your forehead, eyes planted at the side of the bed “why are you saying this,did someone say something…..hm?” he was stressed now, not at the idea of you two getting caught but more so the idea of you backing out of this situation he had carefully established

“no no no… no one’s said anything,no one knows, just feel like this whole things a bit wrong sometimes - like i should be ashamed for doing this…for doing you”

the room falls into a moment of silence, the blonde in front trying to process what you’ve just said, he can’t help but smirk a little, lips curling upward- you’re worried about being a dirty little girl, it was laughable to him because you don’t understand it like he does, you’re his dirty little girl

“look… this-“ he begins, one hand waving between the two of you signaling his words,as he sits beside you “i-it’s complicated, and people won’t understand cause they j-just can’t think like we do, but what we have- it’s normal”

“without me to teach you all of this kid, shiit, you’d be lost” words coming out with a breathy laugh “you’d be stuck with some loser who wouldn’t know what he’s doing, leaving you all wet and needy” you nearly flinched at the way his hand traced up your thigh fingers toying around with your sensitive clit, causing you to grab his wrists

he shrugs you off with ease, fingers continuing their teasing motion “y’wouldn’t like that, would you kid” you were so so sensitive, his hands causing you to whine and squirm “n-no rafey” your words come out with a moan “yeah you see that’s why i’m here, to teach you - fill my role as a good stepbrother to you..m’kay” and before you could respond, one fingers already made its way knuckles deep into you, torturing your already worn out cunt

“now why don’t we have another lesson?”

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[d8nielaa]

can i request a ponyboy imagine where reader is ace’s younger sister and they’re hiding their relationship from everyone, because everyone thinks they’re too young (both of them are sixteen, and they had been together since they were fourteen) but they eventually get caught making out in pony’s room and darrel and ace both start lecturing them in front of the gang just for pony and reader to start laughing and telling them how long they’ve been together. just really fluffy and sweet.

thank you 💜

Authors Note: yess anon ofc!! genuinely love brody’s ponyboy so much it’s insane 🧑‍🦲

“Bunny!?”

Ponyboy Curtis x fem!aces little sister reader

Reader referred to as “Bunny”

AU where Johnny and Dallas survived because I said so

From the start, I had always been called bunny. Ace called me that because I was sweet, and soft. I wasn’t all for violence and I rarely ever called myself a greaser, even though that’s what I am. And probably always be.

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We were at the Curtis house, Ace, Sodapop and Two-Bit engrossed in a debate over what we should do Friday night. Which gave me the perfect opportunity to sneak away. I quickly and quietly walked off, making my way through the familiar halls and into Ponyboy’s room. I opened the door, quickly entering and shutting it behind me.

Ponyboy looked up, that sweet smile on his face as a relieved sigh escaped his lips.

“Hey pony” I said, walking closer to him. He placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. I now stood in between his legs, his hands on my hips as I looked down at him.

“Hey bunny” He replied, his thumbs rubbing circles onto my hips, causing me to me to smile.

I’ve known Ponyboy since we were both 14, helping him process the events of everything that happened back in 1967. He was so sweet, and kind. I had always been known as Ace’s kid sister, but he made me feel like I was more than that. He made sure I knew I was my own person. And I loved him for that. We were 16 now, still young. Yet, we knew how the world could be.

The room was dimly lit as we found ourselves standing facing each other, our breaths quickening as our bodies moved closer together. My hands trembled slightly as I reached out to touch him, my fingertips lightly tracing the contours of his face. His eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of desire and tenderness in his gaze.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that soon turned passionate, our mouths exploring each other's with growing urgency.

It was like that for what seemed like forever, silence and peace between the both of us. His lips detached from mine, and I thought he was gonna take a second to breathe, but he didn’t. Instead, he began to kiss my jaw, then slowly trailed down to my neck.

I squirmed slighty, causing him to let out a little chuckle. He trailed back up to my lips, locking me in for another passionate kiss.

Our relationship began a while after the events in 1967. We slowly started to hang out more, and we got to know each other really well. So well, we developed feelings for each other. I didn’t tell Ace, because I didn’t want her to freak out. And Ponyboy didn’t tell Sodapop or Darry because he didn’t want to get in trouble. We soon found out, and we started dating.

We didn’t tell anyone because we were scared of getting in trouble, and the thought of not being able to see Ponyboy anymore killed me. So, we kept it a secret. We snuck off whenever we wanted to, hung out together at school, hung out at his house and at mine. It was perfect, he was perfect. But I was always paranoid that we were gonna get caught.

Also because they thought we were to young and still growing, to know what we wanted. But that’s not true, and me and Pony knew exactly what we wanted. Which was each other.

The kiss continued on, his hands on my hips, pulling me to sit on his lap. My fingers gently laced themselves through his hair, tugging him closer. Unfortunately, time wasn’t on our side because dinner was ready.

The door busted open, Darrel walking in while saying something about dinner.

“Hey pony, dinners read- Oh excuse me?!”

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Now me and Ponyboy were in the living room, sat on the floor, looking down in shame as Darrel and Ace began to lecture us.

“What the hell were you two thinking?! Sneaking off like that-closing the door!” Darrel said, absolutely fuming which scared me. Ponyboy saw this, and gently grabbed my hand, lacing his finger with mine while squeezing my hand in comfort.

“You ought to be pregnant by now bunny!” Ace said, looking down at me with certain look in her eyes. Sodapop came up from behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing the tension away. I was grateful that Sodapop was here, he could get anyone to calm down.

What didn’t help, was that Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve and Dallas were there. And they all had the biggest grins on their faces.

“You both are two young to be doin’ this kind of stuff, you don’t know what you want-“

I couldn’t help it-the whole situation was starting to make me giggle. I burst out laughing, doubling over to hide my face as Ponyboy also began to laugh. He squeezed my hand, looking at me as he laughed.

For a moment, Ace and Darrel looked like they were still angry, but when we started laughing, the tension seemed to melt away and their faces softened as the rest of the gang also began to laugh.

We laughed for a few more minutes, before Ponyboy spoke out.

“We’ve been dating for two years now”

“…two years?!”

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Authors Note: hey guys im back!! Sorry I haven’t been uploading, hoco week is absolutely draining and just exhausting. I’ll be writing another fic so stay tuned for that!

Kisses 😚

[mustanggg]

Lord forgive me 🙏🏻

Part Two of Ricks “frustration”

Jesus I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She plagues my every thought.

I found myself trying relieving myself in the shower or late at night to the thought of her on her knees before me.

Yet nothing brought me close to the knee buckling release she drew from me.

The way she struts around the house on her days off in those skirts of hers.

The sly smirks she sends me when she deliberately licks her lips, knowing full well she has my full attention.

I crave to feel her enclose around me again. I want her on her knees pleading for me.

I groan at the path of my thoughts as I feel my pants tighten.

“Rick?” At the sound of my name I snap out of my head, looking up to see her in front of me, a slight crease in her brow.

“Hm?” I hum, still not paying attention as I find my eyes drifting down to her lips. God.

“How bout we finish up for the day, you seem distracted,” nodding in agreement I watch as she rises from the couch.

I can’t seem to help myself as I watch her climb the stairs.

Looking around, I take notice of the empty house. Still, I try to discreetly shift to relieve some of my discomfort.

Taking another glance at my surroundings I throw all reasoning out the window.

I all but eagerly lift from the couch and follow her up the stairs. Pausing at the top my feet carry me to her bedroom when I hear her humming.

I pause, hesitating. Fuck it.

Stepping over the threshold, I silently walk up behind her where she’s folding clothes.

Moulding myself to her back I chuckle lightly at the surprised gasp at the feel of me.

“Rick?” She breathes as I lightly rut against her.

The moan she releases makes me even harder at the anticipation of what’s coming.

“Get on your knees baby girl,” I whisper into her ear.

A smile tugs at my lips at the responding shiver. Turning around I watch her sink to her knees. Jesus fuck.

“I haven’t been able to get your mouth outta my mind,” I groan at the way she peers up at me through her eyelashes.

I absolutely love the way she looked in front of me, at my mercy.

“Me either, I touch myself to the way you came down my throat,” she smirks.

Holy shit. Hearing those words fall from her lips almost make me lose control.

“Did you feel me days later, baby girl?” I groan out as she palms me through my jeans.

Bitting that sexy bottom lip of hers she nods.

When she begins to unbutton my jeans I found myself fighting to stay in control. I wanted nothing more then to bury myself in that mouth of hers.

I wanted, no, craved to feel her clamp around me as she choked on me. Fuck, I felt precum leak at the thought.

Sighing in relief, at being released from the confines of my jeans I remove her hands as I grab myself.

I love the way she looks up at me, so obediently. The sight before me is forced burned into my mind.

She parts her lips in invitation and I want nothing more then to slide between but with a struggle I restrain myself.

When I keep her waiting she pouts slightly and inches closer to me, so close she can lean forward slightly and take me but doesn’t.

My eyes briefly close as her eagerness matches mine.

“Do you want me down your throat again, baby girl?” I tease, beginning to slowly stroke myself.

I tighten my grip at her whine. I almost throw all control out the window. “Yess.”

Smirking, my thumb parts her lips again and I place my tip barely inside her.

My hips stutter further in at the jolt of pleasure of her tongue tracing my slit. “Fuck.”

Collecting her hair in my hands I grip as I slowly slide the rest of the way into her.

Releasing my breath at the feeling of hitting the back of her throat, my eyes flutter close as I retract.

When I push back in the gentleness of my actions are forgotten as I succumb to the feeling of her.

“You feel so good baby girl.. so good,” I praise her as she hollows her cheeks to create a harder suction.

I loved the way she gripped me, as though she never wanted me let me go.

She felt fucking amazing, as good as I remember but I wanted more.

Gripping her hair I demand her to completely relax. “Take me deeper.“

When I push back in. “Just a little more.. that’s it,” I praise her and I don’t stop when I hit the back of throat, I continue pushing until she took everything I had.

My knees shake at her tightness when she slightly choked, sending a zing of pleasure down my spine.

I still. Relishing the feeling of her contracting around me.

At her moan vibrating around me, my grip tightens as I pull out to allow air into her lungs.

Opening my eyes I couldn’t stop myself from slamming back into her welcoming mouth at the sight of her hand disappearing underneath her skirt.

Fuck.

My controls snaps as I pull back to slam into her again and again in earnest at the sight of her arousal.

“Fuck, the things you do to me,” I ground out.

Her moans continue to vibrate around me, drawing my impending orgasm closer and closer.

One particular, drawn out whine around me as I choked her had me stilling completely as I came undone down her throat, realising everything I had to offer.

I felt satisfaction bubble inside me when I realised she swallowed without my instruction.

“Come here,” I lightly demand her. Standing up, she looks up at me questioningly before I pick her up and throw her into her bed, rewarding her for her mind blowing job.

@catt-leya 🤍👉🏻👈🏻

[heliads]

requests are open!

it's that time of year!! so excited to announce that requests will be often for as long as possible before my queue fills up. requests will close when i have a request in my queue scheduled to be posted every three days for two months in advance. queued requests can be seen in this post below the 'read more' line so you can tell how much time is left before they close.

things to keep in mind:

please follow my rules. there are very few of them

due to past request volume, i will turn down a lot of requests if they don't follow the rules/don't provide enough detail/are too similar to past fics. more details here

i take requests for all fandoms on my masterlist, but i would love it the most if i got requests for dead poets society, f1, harry potter (esp during the war i want to write angst), the hunger games, the magnificent seven, percy jackson, star trek, star wars, top gun, unwind, or tvd. they're just the ones i'm most motivated about at the moment <3

you can also request fics for a ship instead of a character x reader! i def write for ships, people just haven't requested them that much in the past so i thought i'd remind you all of it :)

happy requesting, everyone!!

xoxo, lisa

fics in the queue:

10/2: fred weasley x reader (reader has a panic attack, fred helps)

10/5: jack wilder x reader (relucant allies to lovers at a fancy gala)

10/8: derek hale x reader (fwb but derek catches feelings and is afraid of that because cmon its derek)

10/11: jack wilder x reader (jack&reader are always having fun and making jokes but they're both secretly afraid that the other doesn't think it's so funny anymore)

10/14: newt x reader (modern au, newt is venom)

10/17: jack wilder x reader (oblivious coffee shop barista reader, deeply in love jack)

10/20: peter hayes x reader (peter gets hit by the mind erasing gas and reader takes care of him, peter's memories come back eventually but he pretends otherwise bc he doesn't want to leave)

10/23: unwind fic!!!!! (connor doesn't try to deliver his letter, finds nelson trying to destroy the antique shop, cannot wait to write this one aaaaaa)

10/26: thomas x reader (tmr modern au, reader is sad and thomas, boyfriend, takes it upon himself to cheer her up)

10/29: bones x reader (reader&bones both work on the enterprise, they always flirt/tease each other until reader gets hurt and then! confession hour!)

11/1: lorenzo berkshire x reader (all of slytherin house is subjected to the extreme pining between enzo&reader)

11/4: genya safin x reader (soft childhood friends to lovers)

11/7: goodnight robicheaux x reader (magnificent seven modern au (yess) with war veteran!goody x librarian!reader)

11/10: zoya nazyalensky x reader (based on mary's song by taylor swift)

11/13: natasha trace x fem!reader (nat is dating reader (callsign sunshine) who's super sweet until someone insults her friends and then! you'd best watch out!)

11/16: strollonso mafia au

11/19: enola holmes x fem!reader (enola + reader, who are dating, launch an attempt to get sherlock + watson together)

11/22: charles leclerc x reader (reader is an engineer, charles keeps flirting but she can't fathom why)

11/25: connor or lev or hayden x reader (unwind character meets a former best friend who has become a clapper and tries to convince the friend not to blow himself up)

11/28: harry potter x reader (harry&reader are dating, harry finds reader almost dead during the final battle and has to use the resurrection stone to save her)

12/1: charles leclerc x reader (reader is a street racer and my boy has a massive crush on her)

12/4: rooster x reader (reader is a baker and dates roo)

[jackienautism]

i always thought that sam like. either had a Moment of snapping postgame (like in the police station or something, right after the interviews) or straight up dropped off the map and told nobody where she went immediately after the events of the game. like, she Will do whatever she can to get these assholes (i say this affectionately) off the mountain alive. and she's willing to bite back a lot of what she might feel in order to stay focused on that goal. but afterwards? sam snapping is sooo special to me. i think that if she drops off the map she snaps eventually too (because i do see her returning at some point, i think sam's instincts are to outrun the things that bother her but she does, rationally, see the inevitability of having to face those things. so she comes back.)

[plankton voice] yes yess YEEESSSSS.....

GOSH i can totally see both things happening tbh... like? in regards to after the police interviews, you can just.....TELL she was on the verge of snapping during the interview. just like. the way she was carrying herself and the way she was talking....her EXPRESSIONS....... you can just TELL how pissed off and angry and bitter and betrayed she felt. and its SOOOO GOOD.... esp looking at how at she acted throughout the entire game..... its such a stark juxtaposition to her usual helpful and strong and levelheaded and whatnot demeanor..... and i think that is so TASTY........

and abt her just. leaving without a trace? i can soooo see that happening too. i made a lil thing abt that a while back, abt sam and emily willing to leave EVERYTHING behind them, but gosh..... sam especially.... she absolutely tells no one abt her plans andjust. leaves. maybe she stays near by? or maybe she travels to a different country? or maybe she just sits in her house no longer interacting w/ anyone? who knows. the thing is just. she fucks off and no one knows what she's doing or where she is. and i love that

and her doign Whatever it takes to get all these Assholes off that mountain is so just.... its so interesting to me. bc seeing how close sam was to both beth and hannah, after josh of course, she absolutely held SOME sort of resentment for her friends. albeit extremely buried but, it MUST still be there. and before i think sam sort of. blamed herself for this anger residing in her? bc like. SHE couldve stopped it SHE couldve done more SHE couldve gotten to hannah faster. and its like.... she doesnt even have PROOF that hannah and beth were actually ...... gone. and just based on personal hc, i see sam acting as the groups like ........ therapist. i think after their disappearance, the rest of the group HEAVILY relied on sam in terms of talking w/ her and shit... bc SHE was the closest to them aside from josh, and thus, sort of like. paving sam's way to the rest of the group. which is also based on a hc of mine, i dont talk abt it much and ill prob elaborate some other time, but i always saw sam as the outlier of the group aka not rly a part of their lil thing to begin with. i saw sam as friends w/ beth and hannah at the beginning and thats sort of it. she became associated w/ josh and everyone else bc of course they're siblings. but anyway. yeah! i think she blamed herself for her potential anger due to 1. the lack of proof that beth and hannah were actually gone and 2. the fact that everyone sort of came to HER to talk abt what happened. like. shes everyone's designated therapist..... and who is she to deny that position? who is she to say no? if that what it means to finally feel Welcome into this group, then so be it, you know?

SAM SNAPPING IS SOO SPECIAL TO ME TOO..... i just think her emotional regulation is dogshit LMAO is that even the correct term? i dont even think thats the correct term, but anyway. i just think her regulation of her anger is soooo bad. but in like. the complete opposite way that emily regulates her anger yk? she probably resorts to immediately pushing it to the side (for other people's sake) or blaming herself for that anger, and thus demeaning its...legitimacy

i LOOOVE the possibility of her leaving for a good amount of time and then coming back and still snapping..... i bet she used that time to really ? digest everything that happened to her, her friends, and beth and hannah and josh. which only fueled her anger you know? youre sooo right abt her instinctively running away from the shit that bothers her, while also understanding that she'll inevitably have to face it. so her coming back and then facing that shit and then snapping is so just !!!!!! youre so right anon

and this is all like..... following thebest possible scenario. meaning that everyone lives and stuff. bc i have MANY more thoughts if mike ends up shooting emily and ashley conceals the truth hehehe..... hopefully ill be able to transfer that note into a post tonight or so

[dewdrop-writes]

taps fingers so that sagau huh 👀 i like the sub troupe where people think reader is an imposter and try to exterminate them for their blasphemy but what about one where reader runs into like the harbingers or the abyss prince/princess while injured and are recognised as the god they are so that by the time the rest realise what theyve done reader is smitten with where they are. like childe jokes around with them and rough houses gently bc he sees readers eyes light up at being treated normally, the reader loves to curl up on scaramouches lap and bask in being one of the only ones to hear the balladeers singing voice, they find snezhneya to be where they feel safest and are terrified to leave its borders w/o a harbinger or the tsaritsa hersef by their side?

HNGHN YESS I love this au! A few other writers have also made amazing stuff with this idea! I hope you enjoy this!! <3 I ended up writing about the fatui since i wanted to make this somewhat coherent and couldnt tie the abyss into it, but i'd totally love to write abt the abyss too!! (I really enjoyed writing this, miiight write more abt it if i have any ideas)

cw: mention of injury, trauma

Length: 1.9 k

Warm as the ice and snow

Perhaps it was because it was the first act of kindness you'd been blessed with since being forcefully flung into this strange, magical world. Perhaps it was because of the bitter resentment burning in the back of your throat like a vile poison. Whatever it was - it was the first time you'd felt - well, content since arriving in Teyvat.

You still recall the aches jabbing at your body - unsure where you were hurt, since everything ached agonizingly. Every bruise, cut - and especially the searing words echoing within your mind - voiced by ones you used to love.

Darkness.

Hallow, cold, darkness.

A never ending abyss of agony followed by numbness.

Tufts of fur ticking your nose - cool breezes brushing against your skin.

Wet flakes of snow, gracefully gliding down from the skies - only for their brief, yet beautiful life, to come to an end as they landed upon you and spread out into tiny droplets of water.

Strong arms carrying you in them, pressing you against a broad chest tightly - as though you'd fade away if they eased up their stronghold.

The crunching of snow beneath their feet. Anxious huffs of breath next to your face as the pace sped up.

Warm, plush furs underneath your frame - cradling your broken form and enveloping you in their inviting warmth. Pulling you down to sink into the softness below.

A cool, yet gentle touch upon your forehead.

Delicate fingers rolling across your skin, feather-light in their touches as they traced every mark upon your face with a barely-there caress.

"Thank you for bringing them to me."

A forehead pressed against yours - skin much too cold to be human, yet a warmth in the regal, quiet voice that spoke out.

Gradually, your heavy lids let up and allowed your eyes to open. You were greeted by a high ceiling - gratuitous silver embellishments lining the walls - crowned by diamonds that glistened like ice in the sun. Every corner of the room was decorated lavishly in cool silvers and blues - the only warmth oozing from the fire roaring near your bed.

A large bed - furs covering every surface of it and silky, transparent curtains drawn around it - fuzzing up your vision of the surrounding room ever so slightly.

Gently, careful not to irritate your injuries further, you sat up, allowing heavy duvets to slide off your form and crumple in a heap beside the bed.

Where on earth were you?

With a shaky hand, you reached for the airy textile of the curtains.

Your arm was wrapped in bandages - upon further inspection, much of your body was. The dull ache remained - but your wounds ached much less - as though a numbing and cooling agent had been applied upon them.

Before you could even attempt to climb out of the bed - the large, looming doors of the room swung open and a small crowd flowed into the room like rushing spring waters - a quiet murmur hovering around them.

You stared in awe at the people before you.

Childe, his blue gaze focused solely on you - a sincere relief upon his features?

The familiar wide-brimmed hat of an unforgettable Balladeer peeking out from behind the others?

But first and foremost - your eyes fixated upon the unfamiliar woman at the head of the group.

Icy, pale blue eyes that stared into your soul - silver-white hair enclosed in beautiful intricate braids and a shimmering tiara fixed within her hair. Her long, blue robes hugged her figure - the silver embroidery gleaming when the fire cast light upon her.

She was beautiful.

"Your Grace," she whispered, her voice like a melody sung out in a church - reverent and wise as much as it was enchanting.

She approached your stunned figure - a coldness hovering around her - something you should have figured, given the symbol of cryo worn around her delicate neck.

"We're so glad to see you're awake at last."

You hadn't expected to be held out a loving hand by the villains of the story. The harsh - merciless Tsaritsa and her loyal Harbringers. But you were glad they brought you into their loving arms within the nation of Snezhnaya - showering you in attention, gifts - worship as though you were the most delicate and valuable gem within the universe. Tending to your aches with soothing remedies and the best doctors.

A god - held in higher regard than even the royal and beautiful Tsaritsa herself - who was glued to your side, her mesmerizing eyes always upon you.

At first - you had been skeptical.

Skeptical, when Childe - Tartaglia, kneeled before you and kissed your bruised knuckles with the utmost adoration welling within the pools that were his eyes.

Frightened, when Scaramouche - the unpredictable and short-tempered Balladeer of the Harbringers allowed you to see a softness within his hardened shell - worshipping the very ground you walked in.

Intimidated, when the Tsaritsa lovingly guided you around the palace, showing you the gnosis she had acquired - promising to make the ones who hurt you suffer.

But slowly - you felt yourself melting in the company of your newfound friends, despite the ever cold winds and snow of Sznezhnaya.

"Your Grace, would you like to accompany me to go fishing?" the cheerful voice of Childe called out to you as you sat on your window sill, cocooned in a blanket.

You glanced up at him, a rare, faint smile upon your lips.

You'd been bundled up in the warmest fur coats, elemental magic keeping you warm as you rode a carriage to a nearby lake.

There, Childe had been quick to get to work, showing off his skills in a myriad of ridiculous ways. Shooting arrows at the fish - swooping them up with the claws of his Foul Legacy form - anything to keep the light in your eyes glowing.

Finally, as he attempted a complex series of tricks to catch his next fish - you allowed a laugh to bubble in your chest - pure and earnest, and vulnerable.

The icy waters of the lake had no effect on the Harbringer as he stared in awe, a dumb grin upon his own face as he relished in the heavenly sound.

He made it his mission to coax that sound out from you as often as possible, after that.

Even as he shivered in bed for days after that, a harsh fever riding over his body from the incident at the lake - he minded little, as your divine presence kept him company - slowly opening up to him. Telling him about your life before Teyvat.

He was smitten.

You found it strange, at first, how the Balladeer followed you around constantly, his eyes always on you. It was a little intimidating, given how two-faced he had the capacity to be. That being said, you were quite liking this new side of him you were unearthing.

Your head spun as you escaped your bed, throwing off the restricting covers as memories of your time being hunted crushed you beneath their degrading heel. You were desperate for air - desperate for freedom - for escape. It hurt so much and your legs could only carry you so far in the dark corridors of the palace.

You were brought to earth by soft hands gently grasping yours.

The room was barely lit by violet glow of an electro vision. Your panicked eyes bore into those of the Balladeer - and despite your best efforts, you found yourself sobbing quietly.

The usually angry Harbringer bit down his fury - fury at those that reduced your divine form to tears in the dead of night - and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in an awkward attempt at comfort.

He guided you to the sofa in his room, allowing you to sit upon his lap as you wept - not minding the tears staining his clothing as you clutched onto his shirt.

All that mattered to him was you.

You allowed the faint scent of incense imbued within his clothes to soothe you - lulling you to a state of exhaustion. His lips moved faintly - a whisper of an ancient lullaby flowing from them, until finally, you were asleep once more, guarded by the hands of the ruthless Country Destroyer.

After that - you slowly began to seek his presence more. His tough demeanor would wither away in your presence, becoming putty in your hands whenever you were around.

He could go from degrading his subordinates to kneeling before you - eager for your attention - ready to hold you - to allow you to hold him - anything you wanted. Behind his back, few even commented that they could almost see him wagging a nonexistent tail when you were around.

The Tsaritsa was always so gentle - you found yourself getting attached quickly. You were well aware of her jagged, icy nature towards those she deemed problems, but you cared little when her gentle hands placed diamonds around your neck and sang praises to you in a soft voice. Anything you may have needed or wanted - it was yours.

She'd play with your hair gently as she stood by your throne - her throne, as you had told her many times, only for her to disagree. She seated you upon it, smiling gently as she told you of her plans for the archons. Plans for those that hurt you.

Clearly, once the archons and their nations became aware of the fact that the imposter they had attempted to vanquish was indeed you, it was far too late.

Offerings and apology letters were discarded - shredded by the ravenous wolves that were the Harbringers. All to eager too let out their anger towards your transgressors by unleashing it upon their gifts.

When they were foolish enough to enter Sznezhnaya - naïve enough to attempt confronting you - they were denied any access to you. The Tsaritsa was very thorough in her defense systems.

That being said, they were subjugated to witnessing you bloom with infectious joy in the arms of the common enemy.

From a distance - never too close. Never close enough to be seen by you - another thing the Tsaritsa and her army made sure of - but close enough to see you.

See you allowing Childe to pick you up - twirl you in the air while calling you not by your title, but your name. It sent Zhongli into a spiral of despair.

See you sat on the lap of the Electro archon's discarded puppet - affectionately calling him nicknames you made up on the spot, or occasionally leaning against his chest as his edges softened only for you, singing gently for only you to hear. It broke Ei's heart.

See you pampered by the Tsaritsa - watch laughter simmer and spill from your lips as you were entertained by the beautiful flames of La Signora. Suffer as you held hands with the Cryo archon, gifting her your attention and company as she showed you the sights of Sznezhnaya proudly - a knowing glint in her eyes as she sensed her enemies nearby.

It was enough of a punishment on it's own - sentenced to see you happier without them. Happy and safe. Showing your most vulnerable state around the enemies.

But it wasn't enough for the Tsaritsa, or her army of Fatui.

No.

They would tear down every nation if they must - anything to see you smile. Anything to vanquish the nightmares still plaguing you permanently.

Those that dared harm you would certainly live and die to regret it.

[sunflowersteves]

fruity four saturday with sleepover at reader's and they make pot brownies 👀 and what if she dated one of them, how'd it go?

- ❤️‍🔥

HELL. YESS. I chose Steve bc I’m on a Steve kick rn I’ve been listening to djo non stop

only warning is pot :)

Eddie groaned as he watched robin grind the bud with a knife. “Stop! You’re doing it wrong, Buckley!”

He snatched it from her in a irritated manner, watching as her hands held up in defense. “You said to grind the weed, Munson!”

You and Nancy laugh with one another at the scene in front of you. You didn’t have a grinder at your house and Eddie didn’t think to bring his own—just the weed.

“Go melt the butter or something—i don’t know!” Steve pouts, stirring the butter with a white apron that says, “kiss the chef.”

“I’m already doing that, eddie! And Nancy already refused to let me do anything else.”

You walk up to your boyfriend, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “that’s because you’re a terrible cook, baby.”

He feigned a gasp, one of his hands on his heart. “how dare you! If I do say so myself, I make a fine bowl of cereal.”

Robin groaned, watching Eddie adding the weed into the butter. “Yeah, sure, dingus, it’s just milk and cereal. such a cook.”

Eddie and you giggle as you take out the strainer. “We’re almost done.” He drags out every syllable as he pours the buttery weed mixture into the strainer.

After making the batter and letting the butter refrigerate, you all finally were able to place the concoction into the oven.

You all sat on the couch, watching dragon ball to pass the time. You’re curled up next to Steve as he’s got an arm around you. he’s tracing patterns onto your forearm, absentmindedly humming a song.

You turn to him and give him a kiss. It was supposed to just be a peck, but Steve is following your lips and captures them into a searing kiss.

“Ew, can you guys be disgustingly cute somewhere else?”

Nancy nods over at robin, “seriously, it’s gross.”

Eddie just grins, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m enjoying the show.”

you open your mouth to retort, but before that even happens, the ringing of the timer goes off.

All of you gasp, “the brownies!!”

[jaketheace1]

Bloom - My Tight Gym Crush

 jaketheace1 original

(Bloom’s POV)

‘Ah ah ah ah yes fuck yess FUCKKK!’. Her mind went blank as Bloom came from the orgasm, her hands gripping her boobs hard as she lets the waves of pleasure fill her, while she twitches on the dildo she’s sitting on. As she relaxes, she thinks to herself, this is nowhere near enough. Craving the attention of her previous FWB who moved on for a girlfriend, even tho he was not good in sex but she still wanted to use and feel him.

Just then, a naughty thought came to her and she grinned.

(Guy/ J’s POV)

‘Damn she’s so tight’ I thought to myself as I traced a finger around Bloom’s instagram photo on the curve of her ass. Bloom has been my school crush for a while, we were in projects together before but never had much chance to talk to her.

‘Wish I can feel my hands on them and let her ass squeeze on my cock’, the thought itself giving my pants a bulge. Just then, a notification came up on my phone, it was Bloom.

“Hey are you free tonight?”

“Can you be my spotter at my house gym? I want to push myself tonight and my friends aren’t free so I thought of you.”

“Since you are quite fit, hehe.”

Holy fuck, what coincidence & luck. It was the last text that did it for me as my rod got stiffer. I quickly agreed and jumped up in excitement, feeling hot as naughty thoughts filled my mind.

And I got to overdrive when Bloom texted back with her new gym photo.

“Waiting for you to come help me get stronger tonight 😉”

Fuckk, this is too much. I quickly replied a “see you tonight” and jumped to my computer, putting her photos up and started jerking off to her. She can’t see me being too horny tonight or I’ll mess up a chance to get closer to her.

Thinking to myself how she will look like in revealing gym clothes in person, sure hope she wears that tonight. And I jerked myself off thinking about our hard bodies being pressed to one another, feeling her tight muscles lovingly, rubbing my rod on her abs feeling the grooves as she pants heavily, and me finishing on them… Fuckk! That brought me to the edge as I fired off a powerful shot. Panting, ok that will calm me down.

(At Bloom’s Condo, Blooms POV)

Excited for the meet, Bloom took care to wear her hottest gym wear; a revealing nike sports bra and skin tight pants, without any underwear. ‘I’m so naughty I love it’ she thought to herself as she gets lusty thinking about ways to flirt and seduce him in the gym. And just then J arrived at the gate in a tight fitted shirt & shorts, showing his muscle lines nicely, adding to Bloom’s arousal. And she knows she got him as he greeted and looked away shyly away from her body after taking a sly glance.

“Come on, let’s go get some hardcore workout done J” Bloom says, as she leads him into the gym.

(At the Gym, J’s POV)

I tried to keep my hard boner in my pants as I got overly excited first setting sights on my hot crush in person, being in her hot nike sports bra and skin tight workout pants, but my stiff rod is unable to calm especially once we entered the empty gym, just us alone, as lusty forceful sexual thoughts entered my head. We did some stretching together and that had no help, and I think she noticed me being off as I tried to warm up without showing or touching my sensitive boner, which was near impossible.

“Hm let’s start with legs?” Bloom says sneakily as she headed for the inner outer thigh machine. She proceeded to prop up her hot tanned legs on the machine in a sexually open position and began her thigh squeezes, in & out, in & out, as I get the full view of her pants and engaged muscle thighs. Is she not wearing undies or am I imagining the camel toe? Fuck my earlier masturbation was no help as my erection got harder. Bloom makes such a sexy face too when she squeezes her muscles to work, and her revealing top is not helping as I imagine being in front of her. I want to put it in her so bad, imagining pushing into her soft core as her tight muscles squeezes in and out around you while she does her in & out gym motions. I tried being normal working on my biceps as I watched Bloom like a hungry hawk.

“ahh that was good” Bloom exclaims, as she smiled. Moving on to her next workout, she wears a resistance band teasingly and in front of me, her tight round ass facing me. Fuck, my boner responded as I looked at her ass, imagining through the skin tight shorts. And she starts her exercise with squats, her ass getting closer to me at every count as she exerts at the workout, with sexy workout breathing sounds. There’s something so hot about watching a fit girl toning up her muscles, as she starts sweating & coating her body in a glistening shimmer like a tanned sex goddess. Fuck my mind is running wild.

Blooms suddenly turns to the mirror, whipping out her phone and takes a photo. Then she came to me cheekily & like a slut, the heat from her body pouring onto me, like a sexual gyrating energy as she shows me the photo “Do I look ok?” she asks cheekily.

Fuckkk she is too close. I can smell her exotic scent mixed with sweet perfume and strong female pheromones. Leaning close towards me and I took a peak at her boobs, fuckkkk, that golden tanned skin and revealing top.

I can bear it no longer as something snapped in me, like an animal I grabbed and pull her close and engaged her in a skin tight hug and plants a kiss onto her lips. I felt her warm sweaty skin on mine as our lips pressed onto one another. She was shocked at first at the sudden move, but quickly responded as we released our sexual desire to be deep in one another. We ate into one another like wolves, not letting go of our connected lip & twisting wrenching tongues, “mphm mphm mphmmm” our muffled sounds of desires filling the room as our hands hurried to feel every part of one another’s body, every curve and muscular part, and jumping in pleasure when the hands glazed over the bulging cock or wetting vagina.

(Bloom’s POV)

It’s finally happening, what she have been craving for when from the morning she hatched the plan. Seducing & flirting have put a friend with benefits potential in J over the edge. Bloom enjoys every sexual moment as they wrapped around one another in the open gym. And after a minute of hugging, touching & kissing, Bloom broke apart the kiss, and they panted in sexual hunger, staring into one another’s eyes. Sensing the fun danger to come. Bloom said; ”Hey J, I recently ran out of vitamin D can I suck on yours?”

A look of shock flashed across J’s face, but he refocused and said, “you will have to work hard for it” and he pulls Bloom quickly to a blocked corner of the gym to avoid the eyes from outside the open glass window & he pushes Bloom down to a kneel. Hungry, Bloom ripped J’s shorts down and out springs a huge hot meat to greet her. Bloom smiles and puts one hand on it in a grip and rubs it sensually. “yea daddy, I will suck the vitamins out hard”, and playfully licks his tip, bringing him to a tiny jump of pleasure. Bloom performs more as she swirls her tongue around J’s tip, bringing him to an uncontrollable shake and as he struggles to maintain his sanity, she ate the cock into her mouth. Wrapping the hot rod all around in her hot sexy mouth and pushing it in, she feels his tip pushing into her inner cheek, tasing cock & bringing her to wetter grounds. She tries a different angle, this time sucking his cock in straight into her throat and touching her ovula. Then Bloom increases the rhythm & varying it at different angles, creating different sounds as it brings J to immense pleasure, Eyes looking up to her master J as she sees his eyes roll back in the euphoria. That motivates her as she sucks his dick in like a vacuum pump, making sure she plays her tongue around the hot rod and tip as well to stimulate J to pure bliss as she feels the cock grow larger and harder in her mouth. The thrill of giving a blowjob in an open gym with only a blocked view from outside the gym adds to the excitement, as Bloom exercises her mouth muscles and suction power, creating hot sexual vacuum sounds. Suddenly J grabs her head and pushed his shaft into her mouth and deep down her throat. Bloom chokes but enjoys the sudden dominance, and J presses further in, his hard rod going past her uvula and deep into her throat, causing reactions of muscle compression squeezing hard, adding to the pleasures. Bloom chokes & gags, J releases her as she catches her breath for a moment but pulled in deep again, ‘gwakkkk’, the hot sexual sound came from entering Bloom’s deepthroat. Enticed, J got rougher & bobbed her head on his cock, creating a rhythm of deeper face fucking ‘gwakk, gwakk, gwakk’. “Yes baby your mouth is so good” J exclaims. Both were getting to their cloud nine with J’s cock stimulated and squeezed through Bloom’s mouth muscles, while Bloom gets even more horny with every thrust.

And suddenly J pulls Blooms head forcefully in to the extreme, “Fuckkkk!” and shoots a huge load into Bloom, “MMmphhh!” she exclaims as cum guzzled down her throat causing her to cough, the muscle reaction squeezed J’s thick cock and pushed the cum back up to her mouth, mixed with saliva & sprays out along with the cough, causing a mess of mixed liquids onto J’s balls & to the floor.

Bloom coughed a couple of times as she sat there in pleasure, eyes rolled back, satisfied. She never had a facefuck like this before and now the wetness from her pussy tells her she is so fucking horny. She feels J’s cock throbbing & twitching, still leaking cum onto her tongue as they paused in the moment to let the pleasure waves slow to a finish as they take deep breaths from the workout.

Bloom took control and starting licking and teasing J’s tip again, running her tongue from the bottom of his cock at the balls up to the full length to the tip, before swallowing it again teasingly, sucking out the remaining cum while making J hard again. She pulls out and looks up into J’s eyes, smiled like a slut and opened her mouth to show the cum and saliva mix there. She played and twirled it around her mouth mesmerizing J, before she downed it with a gulp.

(J’s POV)

Fuck, that was so good. I can’t believe I just face-fucked and came into my crush’s mouth, which she played with and swallowed. She’s such a naughty little slut. Still staring into one another’s eyes, I picked Bloom up to a stand, my cock still pulsating with pleasure and stiff. I grinned as this girl smiled naughtily at me and I kissed her, slowly and into a french as I tasted her mouth and my cum mixed with her saliva that was just recently there. I broke the kiss and told her through heavy breaths “Time to stretch you out and give you a hard deep inside massage.” and winked. “hehe” she replied. Fuck she is so hot, and as tho possessed by a hungry animal, I held one of her hand in mine and lead her to the gym toilet. 

(Next part cumming soon!)

[whumperooni]

I have no talent for writing but I wanted to share this with you... it’s smutty

So Dabi is pretty notorious when it comes to killing. But he’s also well versed in blackmail and scams. A guys gotta eat. One day he finds that a kinda wealthy businessman tried to solicit/pay for sex from Toga. Disgusting. She was gonna kill him but Dabi thought of a better idea. One that pays.

So after stalking this man for a while he finds some quite incriminating things. 1. This guy likes to pay for sex in ways that are unsavory, even though he’s married and has kids. 2. Some funds from the company he works at have ‘disappeared’ and this guy has a new ferrari. 3. He has a sweet house, two cute little kids, and the most mouth watering MILF of a wife you could ask for. Why this guy needs to pay for sex Dabi will never know. If she was his wife he’d be in that pussy for hours.

So after having some associates make several copies of the blackmail file Dabi decides to make his move at night. The kids are away, there’s no needs to involve them.

The crashing in the kitchen awakens the man who grabs a bat ready to defend his home. Well quickly the loser is kicked down and burnt in some areas. He’s tied to a chair and calls for his wife. Dabi sees this Milf walk into the kitchen stammering that the phones are dead. She stands near her husband and waits for Dabi to speak.

And speak he does. He lays out all the shit he’s got on him. And the fact that if he goes down this guy goes down. The husband can only lay his head in shame, his wife stares in disbelief at her stupidity. It all makes sense to her now. The late nights, the company bonus, all the new things her husband got himself.

With a chuckle Dabi lays down his plan.

“Here’s what will happen bitch. 1. You’ll pay me every fucking week to keep my mouth shut. You’ll give me a ‘bonus’ whenever I want. What you don’t pay goes to interest and I burn some part of you.”

He drawls as he walks around the kitchen island. “2. You’re going to let me have free range of this house. I’ll go wherever I want, and you’ll say nothing. I want a key. I’ll take your room. Don’t worry about your kids they aren’t going to get hurt unless you get them hurt.”

He stops behind the wife. She’s dressed in only a large t shirt and a thong. She smells like fear and perfume. And dare he say arousal?

With a fingertips tracing up her curvy plush sides he finishes. “Lastly but most certainly not least. Your wife doesn’t belong to you anymore. You don’t get to touch, kiss, or fuck her anymore.” He places one hand on her breast and the other goes down to her ass. “This is my pussy now. She’s my woman. You can get off to us fucking in your old bed but nothing more. I’m going show her how a real man outta please his woman” He squeezes her tit hard and slaps her ass. She lets out a moan and it takes everything not to bend her over now.

He looks to her husband who nods in shame. Placing a laptop in front of him, he tells in to get to his first payment.

Dabi drags the woman to the master bedroom and throws her on the bed. He knows she’s wet, and after he burns her thong, gets a taste of her sweet pussy. Oh yeah he’s gonna enjoy this. She whimpers she’s not of birth control, even better.

After a few minutes of struggling she gives into this sexually aggressive man, and it’s pretty clear to him her pushy hasn’t been stuffed in ages.

Her husband sits alone in the kitchen. One hand on the laptop moving money around. The other tightly gripping his small cock getting off to the sound of his wife cumming harder than she ever did for him. The house filled with the pleasant screams of

“OH GOD YESS! YESS! OH DABI! DABI DABI!”

nonny nonny nonny ty for this

luv dabi blackmailing some poor dumb sap. luv sweet little wifey becoming his new little fuck toy ♡

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

Hello! What about poly! Asa and jesse with an reader that is an neko and the ears and tail are scarred. Because the reader was abused and bullied, how would they react. (could you possibly also write for Charles Lee Ray human version ?)

Yess— ^^ now you’ve made me fall back into my neko obsession

Slashers with neko S/O who has scars:

Warnings: mention of abuse, scars, protectiveness , probably ooc Asa/Jesse/Chucky, small gore

So sorry it took so long 🥺

Poly!Chromeskull/Collector

When Jesse found you, all bloodied and scared, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He thought that it was the glue going to his brain, until he bent down and touched your ears, making you whimper. After some persuasion and trust, he finally had you in his car, your head and tail bandaged. He didn’t knew how he was going to tell Asa, so he just hoped he wouldn’t take you and make you part of his collection.

When he got you into the house, holding you bridal style, he was shocked to see him only looking at you silently, frowning and narrowing his eyes. Was he jealous?? With a breathy chuckle, Jesse would only sign to him that it’s okay and that they were going to keep you.

After some time of being with them, and them asking about what happened, you finally told them about the scars caused by the abuse from some time ago. Their reaction shocked you: they froze and traced the deep pink lines, seeing you flinching at some of them. And then, we’re going to say that they obviously went away for some time.. coming back with the mangled heads of the persons who hurt you, their clothes bloodied.

They didn’t detested or find you less attractive with them, they showed you every day that they were proud of you, kissing them and tracing them whenever you’re cuddling. You can even trace theirs if you want, they’ll tell you the stories.

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Okay, he definetly wasn’t expecting finding you in an alley, bloodied and hiding behind the garbage bin. Knowing some things about the half cat and half woman myths, he blamed the blood lost.

So he reached out, murmuring some silly things like”come here kitt, I won’t hurt you.” When his hand entered in contact with your head and your ears moved, his eyes widened. Deciding that he would do something nice for the first time, and wanting to hide from the cops a little, he talked to you, making small conversations, and then took you in his arms, his coat wrapped around your shivering body.

After some time of being with him, having a really good friendship, you told him about the scars and the abuse. It immediately clicked in his head since he already saw them and just guessed you fought. And strangely, for the first time in his life, he wanted to protect someone. He had the urge to keep you away from anything that could hurt you, being subtile about it.

[melissa-kenobi]

Hii!! I hope your doing fine at uni!!

Wanted to know if you would make a little something for Rex and/or Kiri (gosh I miss him) having a big crush on you and then catching you gasping his name while you’re sleeping? Or maybe something where reader has a kid/sibling/cousin and he takes care of the kid and it warms your heart so much 😫💕 I now want them all to be space dads oh my

Aaaand, now that I’m watching the bad batch and getting to see more of the characters, I really think I ship you with Hunter! He would make little things for you that at first you wouldn’t even notice, like knowing that you’re tired silently screaming at wrecker not to make noise because you need rest, or stopping by a planet he knows you will love, opening doors for you, buying something you like and just leaving it somewhere in the shop for you to find. And one time, when he’s done one of those things you just catch his smile while he’s looking at you, and the way he just nods at you and leaves, with that smile that you don’t see often still on his lips, leaves you gasping for air. Then you start noticing them, and you search for him anytime you think he did something, and he’s always looking at you lovingly. But he won’t talk to you more than necessary, you weren’t sure of what was happening. But you start doing things for him too. Always from a distance, and always looking at each other. Until one day after a hard day he’s just working and going over plans, he’s stiff and tired and you go behind him and without thinking, start massaging his shoulders, neck and back. At first he goes to grab your hand, afraid of your touch, but you assure him that it’s okay and with a sound coming deep from his chest he closes his eyes and lets you touch him. Maybe you keep massaging his shoulders from time to time. And he craves it, needs your touch to relax. He always thanks you afterwards. And maybe, one of those times he can’t get enough and he grabs your waist, sliding your body between his legs while he’s sitting, your hands on his shoulders, your face hot while you try to keep your fingers working on his muscles. Maybe then he would put his mouth on your collarbone and leave a damp spot on your tunic. Needing more of you.

And what happened next is up to you 👀 It might have gotten out of hand, but I think he would be so sweet with you and would definetly like to hold your hand whenever you’re close to him and care soooo much about you and your well-being

Love you, and have a nice day 💕

Heyyy Emmeee 💕💕 yess I am doing okay at uni, only only like a week or two left, then we are done!!!

Omg Hunter 🥺🥺 emme that was like a fully fledged fic, I love it sm, hunter is bae, honestly I love that man, he definitely up there with Din as my faves. AND THAT ENDING asfgahsjshsj, 🥵🥵 - y-you've got my imagination spiralling, need.... to .... write.... a.... hunter... fic.... 🥵😭

& ohmygosh Kiri, I promise I haven't forgotten him or my boys!! So I did like a lil thing for both coz I couldn't choose between both my babies (I'm indecisive okay?).

Love you Emme xx

Sleep Talking - Word Count:

Kids - Word Count:

Sleep Talking

Commander Kiri (265th) x Reader

It was a simple mission, in and out, gather the Intel and leave. Hopper was supposed to take the aircraft and pick the two of up after it was finished. Honestly one of the easiest missions ever.

But no.

Nothing was ever that easy with the 265th.

So here the two of you were, stuck in kriffing cave, no clue where in the galaxy you were. But you knew one thing, you had Kiri with you and if he was with you, you knew you were going to be just fine.

Although Kiri was anxious being together with his General for a prolonged period of time. His feelings for her were too strong, although his brothers all knew, they had promised to keep quite. At least till he figures out what to do, and how to tell you.

"General, I'll take first watch, you can get some rest."

You let out a deep sigh. Your commander was an absolute pain in the arse, one that would rival even Skywalker. He was stubborn and loyal and pretty and maker he looked ever so soft with his helmet off. How you wanted to run your hands through his hair as you tugged on his braid, making his mouth open in pleasure as you su-

Kriff! What in karking hell were you thinking? You blinked rapidly as to help regain your thoughts, but the images of Kiri moaning only flooded your mind.

"Kriff..." You muttered, completely ignoring your commanders words.

"Y/N?"

Fuck he said your name. Kriff, no- stop imaging things, not the way he would sound moaning your name in contempt.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" He placed a hand on your thigh, the warmth spreading through your body like a fire, causing you to jolt at his sudden touch, making Kiri huddle even closer to you. Kiri pulled a glove off, placing a hand on your forehead, feeling it burn him to the skin.

"Kriff, Y/N! You're burning!" Kiri quickly acted, grabbing a wet cloth and placed it on your forehead, your eyes wide at his naked hand. His beautiful tanned skin was on show and all you wanted to do was to hold his hand, amongst other things, but mainly to touch him.

"Okay, lie down. I'm gonna take care of you."

"Mmh... okay."

You lay down, head in Kiri's lap as you closed your eyes, your hands unconsciously grabbing his as you clutched it in your grip, ultimately hugging his entire arm as you fell asleep.

"Cyar'ika..." Kiri rumbled, his voice deep as he let you hug his hand, he pulled off the glove of the other one before using it to sweep some hair away from your face.

He adjusted himself on the floor, laying sideways as he let you cuddle yourself into his body, your hands still holding onto his as you slept. Maker knows how long the two of you would be here for. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close as the two of you slept.

"Sweet dreams mesh'la..." Kiri whispered as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

***

"Kiri... I-i please..."

Kiri woke up instantly, his eyes immediately landing on you beside him, still in the same position as before, although you had his hand dragged down to another spot. His eyes widened in surprise as he realised you weren't in danger but- you were aroused.

You let out a small moan, your bottom sliding backwards against his codpiece, making Kiri gasp, his free hand holding your waist as you grinded against him.

"Fuck, Kiri- please..."

Kiri's eyes widened in shock as you moaned his name, your voice getting louder. He was certain you were asleep, but your body certainly wasn't. He growled in annoyance, kriff, he wanted you so badly, but he didn't know if you reciprocated his feelings.

He had to wake you.

"Mesh'la- Y/N... wake up..." He gently shook you, soothing your hair with his hand as he traced a finger down your cheek.

You woke up with a start, your hands clutching at Kiris arm before you realised and pulled away, turning in your spot, Kiri glanced at you. Immediately you knew Kiri was aware of what type of dream you were having.

"Kriff... Kiri, I am so so-"

"Don't aplogise, I-i er... mesh'la, Y/N I have feelings for you, I know-"

You cut him off with a tug towards your body, and a small kiss on his lips before grinning. "I've been waiting for you to confess."

"You have? How did yo-.... was it Jester?"

You let out a little giggle, before kissing him on the nose. "No you bantha head, I've known for a while, you just- you just act differently around me.... and yes Jester did tell me."

"Maker, I was so worried, I didn't know if you felt the same or-"

"Well, the dream I has certainly shows so..."

Kiri smirked, flipping you onto your back. "Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me all about it? I'd love to make it into a reality."

***

Kids

Captain Rex (501st) x Reader

Kark. You were so fucked.

Your sister was dropping off her kid at yours today and Rex was coming round. You hadn't seen your fiancè in so long and you hadn't seen your niece in a while either. Rex had been off world for a couple of rotations so you were missing him dearly.

*knock knock knock*

"Shit.." You muttered, rushing to open the door just as you saw your fiancè in the hallway, waiting for you.

"Rex!" You grinned, jumping into his arms as he dropped his bag and caught you. You placed kisses all over his face as he kicked his bag inside and shut the door.

"Mesh'la, I've missed you so much..." Rex groaned as you kissed his sweet spot, his hands grasping your bottom tightly as he walked in the direction of your bedroom.

*knock knock knock*

Your eyes widen in surprise, almost forgetting your slight dilemma.

"Are you expecting someone else cyar'ika?"

You grimaced, jumping down from Rex's arms and rushing to the door. Your sister stood there, with your niece in her arms as you watched her jump down and into your legs. Your sister hadn't formally met Rex yet, she knew you were engaged.

"Auntie Y/N!!!"

Your sister looked at you in joy as you picked up the child, Rex walking up behind you, a hand on your waist as he peered over your shoulder to look at the child and it's mother as she left.

"Thank you ever so much Y/N! I'll be back tomorrow!! I promise!" Your sister yelled as she dumped the bags in your house, before pulling you into a hug.

"You better behave Daisy."

"Yes mama, I pro- I prowis..." The little girl spoke, eyes wide as she spotted Rex. Her little blue eyes focused on the man stood before her as she waved at him, smiling at his curious expression.

"Thank you my darling sister, I owe you one."

"Yeah you do sis." You rolled your eyes.

She gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek, before whispering in your ear. "He's cute and hot! Plus it'll be good practi-"

"OKAY! Goodbye, I shall see you tomorrow." You quickly pushed her away, waving goodbye as you slammed the door shut.

"Auntie Y/N?"

"Yes honey?"

"Who's that? He's very bwig!" The 3 year old asked, fidgeting in your grasp before you put her down. She waddled over to Rex, tugging on his leg, lifting her hands up to be held.

"I think she wants you to pick her up Rex..." You giggled softly.

His eyes went wide as they looked from the little girl to you then back to Daisy. "I-i erm, I don't- I've never-"

Daisy tugged on his pants "You... you just have to do this...". The two year old mimicked picking up a child as Rex let out a small grin. You rolled your eyes at your nieces antics, she just wanted to be tall, but you couldn't help but tease Rex.

"Yeah Rex, you just gotta pick her up."

Rex stuck his tongue at you before bending down and picking up the child with ease. His large hands covering the entirety of her body as he held her in one arm. Daisy gasped in shock.

"I'm so tall!!" She giggled as she cuddled into Rex's embrace. "Can you- please can you put me on your shwolders?"

"Of course little one!" Rex happily complied, lifting Daisy effortlessly onto his shoulders as she wrapped her little arms around his head, holding on tight.

"Yay! Look Auntie! I taller than you and-" The little girl stopped when she realised she didn't know the man who was holding her, his name. She looked at you and gestured for you to come closer.

"Auntie, I don't know his name." She whispered, although her whispering was quite loud and she had accidentally tapped Rex on the head when speaking.

"Rex, you can call him Rex."

"Okay! I taller than Uncle Rex and Auntie Y/N!!" The little girl giggled as she directed Rex to the kitchen, Rex gave you a large grin, one that made your heart swell with joy as you watched him interact with your niece.

***

Depsite Rex not ever having any experience with children - he was a natural with Daisy. The two of them had been glued to each other, neither of them leaving each others side. You were pretty sure you weren't Daisy favourite person anymore.

The time had come to put her to bed, but upon looking for her you found her tucked into Rex's side, her little arms hugging Rex as she drooled on his chest. Your heart warmed, the sight was one you wished to keep forever. Grabbing your data pad, you quickly snapped a picture - keeping the memory tucked away.

You slid into the seat next to Rex, softly kissing his forehead as he pulled you into his free arm.

"Honey? I want one of our own." Rex mumbled as he kissed your forehead, tucking yourself into his arms.

"Oh yeah? Let's get this one back to her mom and then we can start on our own."

Even in his sleepy state Rex cuddled you tighter, kissing your lips and mumbling gently "I can't wait."

***

[parrisher]

ooh ronan pov of the bllb scene?? fuck yess!!

anon i love u endlessly

on ao3

As Ronan fluttered back to reality, he realized two things very quickly. One, he was frozen in place, lying in a pew. Two, his clothes were drenched —he looked as far as he could without moving his head—his own blood.

Well, technically his own blood. And technically, those were his own whimpers echoing agonizingly through the pews of St. Agnes. But Ronan’s mouth was stuck shut.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Adam start awake.

Fuck.

Adam jerked back from the twitching dream-Ronan before he even seemed to fully realize what he was seeing. Ronan watched, still helplessly stuck, as Adam’s eyes raked over dream-Ronan’s arched spine, his shaking fingers, his desperate eyes. Adam sucked in a sharp breath. His lip began to curl, quivering, and Ronan tore his eyes away.

Watching Adam grieve felt too private to watch, even for the grieved himself.

He heard the shuffle of denim against carpet and finally, as Adam scrambled over to the body that pleaded with Ronan’s own voice, Ronan’s body sagged against the hard wood of the pew. The manila envelope, stuffed with a hundred different horrors, almost fell out of his hand before he tightened his grip, refusing to let go of everything he’d just sacrificed for.

He had to get up, he had to get them out of there. But as he lay there, Ronan couldn’t think of anything besides the panic in Adam’s eyes. The heat of a thousand different emotions mounted in his chest.

The simple, wringing sadness from seeing death. The heart-stopping fear of his nightmares. The pain in Adam’s gasp that had lodged like an arrow in his chest and, above all, the frustration that Adam had insisted on staying. That he’d been sappy enough to let Adam stay, that he’d had to see this-

“Ronan-” Adam’s voice came out strangled. Ronan sat up in a rush, but Adam wasn’t talking to him. Bent over dream-Ronan, bleeding out on the church carpet, his voice was barely a whisper, no life behind it. “Oh, God.”

A prayer fit for a church. Ronan didn’t miss the irony.

The pain, the guilt, the tears straining to be held back all exploded in his chest with those two damn words. Watching Adam move helplessly over Ronan’s own body, beautiful hands fluttering from blood-soaked stomach to ruined throat to chest, Ronan had the sudden impulse to run before Adam could see him. Another impulse immediately followed, barely stronger than the first.

You can't run from this, idiot. He thinks he’s watching you die.

How many more burdens would he throw carelessly onto Adam’s shoulders? How much more could he take? He’d watched the bags under the other boy’s eyes grow deeper and deeper as the hunt for Glendower had stolen more time from Adam, and now—Adam didn’t deserve this, he didn’t need the nightmares. He was running on empty already.

Frustration spiraled up again, faster than he could push it down. Anger picked a target before he could stop himself.

“Are you happy now?” Ronan regretted the words as soon as he’d spit them out. “Is this what you wanted?” He gritted his teeth as Adam jumped, looking around wildly. When his eyes finally landed on Ronan, he looked-

Emotion swelled again in Ronan’s chest. Adam looked lost, gaze faint. Unreachable. His voice came from miles away. “What’s-” he blinked several times to no avail. “What’s happening.” It wasn’t a question.

Dream-Ronan let out a shivering cry. Real-Ronan knew how he felt.

He couldn’t stop the fear-sorrow-anger from flashing across his face as he saw the version of himself bleeding out on the ancient St. Agnes carpet. Somewhere deep in the fog of his brain, something told him he should scream. Something else told him that it could have been worse.

At least Adam hadn’t had to put the pieces of him together.

Ronan looked back over at Adam, and found that he was watching Ronan intently. He still looked about ready to faint, but the fog in his eyes had cleared. What was underneath, though—an unguarded sadness, pain, pity written all across his perfect cheekbones--was somehow even worse.

It was the fact that he’d seen this part of Ronan, all the shit inside his head. Adam was crouched over a hard copy of all the bad decisions he’d made, all the times he’d gone to bed wondering if he would be around to bring anything back. All the terrible, too-real things he’d brought back. Wasps in Monmouth. Adam’s t-shirt. Slit wrists.

Maybe Ronan should scream.

Maybe he should break down, throw his arms around Adam, beg him not to let him die.

But if there was one thing he and Adam had in common, it was that they couldn’t stand to be pitied. So Ronan dragged the ice back into his tone.

“You wanted to stay?” he snarled. He thought of Kavinsky. Leash your dog, Gansey. “Well, here we are. Hope you enjoyed the show.”

Adam pushed himself up from where he’d been kneeling by the body. There was a tiny red bloodstain—Ronan’s blood—on the worn-out neck of Adam’s shirt that Ronan couldn’t tear his eyes away from. Dream-Ronan was still gasping for air. “Why would you- why?” Surprise met with his Henrietta twang as they laced their way through his voice. “What did you do? What happened?”

What had happened?

Nightmares. They should’ve known. Even if Ronan had tried to dream a godddamn lollipop, he would’ve had nightmares, but dreaming this kind of shit? To get photos, he had to stage them. To get a hand, he had to cut it off. Adam’s plan was the kind of grisly detail that nightmares eat for breakfast. And he’d been in there so long…

The dream-Ronan gave a last shuddering cry and went still. Ronan knew Adam was watching, could feel Adam’s eyes on his face, and he tried to keep his face neutral.

But God- he’d just died, for fuck’s sake.

“I tried for too much at once,” he said. His voice betrayed him- it was too flat, too emotionless even for him. Adam’s eyes flashed with guilt growing more watery by the minute, and the resulting stab of self-hatred shocked even Ronan with its force. He stared resolutely past the other boy. “I was in there too long. The night horrors came, and then-” he realized in horror that his voice was shaking. He took a breath in and refused to meet Adam’s eyes. “Then I heard the wasps, and I knew I would bring them back, and then-” he gestured with practiced thoughtlessness towards dead-Ronan. “That would be me. But, like, for real.” He could see Adam’s jaw clench out of the corner of his eye. He refused to let himself think about what that meant, and this frustration only added to the mix of emotions coloring his words. “Easy solution. Dreamt a new me, fresh and ready-to-die. Woke up. Here I am. Here I am, again.” He was spitting the words out now. “What a cool trick. What a damn cool trick.”

He finally glanced over, but Adam’s face was unreadable. He had a look in his eye like he was putting together a puzzle that was, as he went, gaining more pieces. Ronan felt far too known.

He couldn’t do it anymore. He had to get out. Some corner of his mind reminded him why they’d gone through all this in the first place, and he only remembered the envelope in his hand as he was shoving it towards Adam. “Here’s your shit.” The words came out embarrassingly wounded. Ronan could feel his window of escape slipping.

It seemed to take a second for Adam to recognize what the envelope was, and a second longer for him to reach out his hand and grasp it. The blood-stained manila looked wildly out of place in his long fingers.

There was a moment of silence as the two faced each other. It was obvious from in the pain in Adam’s eyes, in the way he seemed to wilt in on himself, in how his breath hitched that he had lost something precious in this church. That Ronan had ripped something from him.

Dream-Ronan’s eyes stared up at the chapel ceiling, seeing nothing.

A sigh broke the silence. “What now?” Adam sounded almost embarrassed. “What do we-”

“Nothing,” Ronan interrupted. His eyes had just caught the bloodstains on Adam’s knuckles from the dreamt envelope. He thought about crossing over to him and wiping them away. He thought about pausing, hand in hand, looking into the cornflower eyes that had shed tears over his dead body, lifting a tan knuckle to rough lips. He thought about running away and leaving Sister Whoever to find his dead body. “We do nothing. You go.”

Adam’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, then crinkled in confusion. “What?”

Heat was rising in Ronan’s chest again, that same fiery mix of grief and anger and fear and this time love, maybe. He couldn’t breathe. He realized he was shaking. “I said I didn’t want you here in case this happened. It happened. Look at you.”

Any trace of grief or even embarrassment was suddenly gone from Adam’s eyes. He was the magician again, making bargains with Ronan’s dreams without ever feeling a thing. “Asshole.” His mouth twitched. “This wasn’t my fault.” Ronan knew it wasn’t Adam’s fault. Of course it wasn’t Adam’s fault. Adam wasn’t the one who had made Ronan watch him die, slowly and painfully.

But he still couldn’t breathe right as long as Adam was standing there staring at him, and by now, the bloodstains were sinking into the carpet. The chapel was starting to feel less like a house of worship and more like a place where demons were made. “Just go,” he said in a voice too low, too rough, not to mean the opposite. “Get the hell away from me.” He stared up at Adam, and Adam stared back, and he knew they both could feel the echoes of a thousand past fights, a thousand times where neither had backed down.

“I’ll ask one more time.” There was steel in Adam’s voice. Ronan knew, instinctively, that they would never mention this again. There was a part of him that wished they could. “What now?”

But another, stronger part needed to watch it all burn, if only for a moment. Ronan wished desperately that he could shove it down, but it set his jaw and drew his face into a scowl before he could stop himself. “Bye. That’s what.”

He was an idiot who deserved whatever came to him.

“Whatever.” Adam stepped around dream-Ronan on his way out. Ronan couldn’t tell if he imagined the way Adam’s expression faltered when he looked down or not. “Next time you can die alone.” His footsteps faded up the stairs to his apartment. Much later, so late it would almost be early, Ronan knew those same stairs would echo with Adam’s panicked shout as he woke from seeing Ronan’s glassy eyes over and over again. He knew he would do the same.

He knew he’d hide a worn-out gray t-shirt underneath his bed.

He finally screamed. It echoed off the chapel ceiling, past the altar, back to the stairs where Adam and his cheekbones had just left, until Ronan couldn’t tell if the sound had come from himself or the pale dream-Ronan still lying in a pool of his own blood.

“What’s happening?” Adam’s shaky voice, scared because of him. “Ronan, oh god.”

Ronan fell into the pew and buried his head in his hands.

[hatsukeii]

Beautiful Trauma by Pink with Nishinoya, please!

Woop yess yeah angst is coming your way.

Okay I’m taking a break from matchups lol they’re getting harder to do because I do like a ton of them every day and like they’re GRUELLING HAVSJSGS they’re gonna be back but like I’m gonna focus on writing scenarios and maybe hcs for a bit then get right back to the matchups:)

Btw @artsamber I’m sorry I genuinely don’t know how marriage fics work and I don’t really see Nishinoya as someone that would lose interest after marriage, but I’ll try my best to incorporate your ideas into this fic!

(I’m legit trying my best to keep this as non explicit as I can because I’m keeping these for future uses if my English teacher ever tells me to write romance or something I can just pull up my blog and use scenarios-)

Beautiful Trauma// Nishinoya Yuu x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Mild swearing

Nishinoya didn’t like feeling guilty. He hated the falling sensation he would get whenever he lied. The thought of having to hurt someone disgusted him. He was mostly an open book, it was as if you could read him word for word, everything expressed in those goofy facial expressions. He didn’t ask for much. He wanted someone who he could tease. Someone he could trust with his inner conflicts. Someone that could make him feel appreciated. Out of all the things however, he craved for excitement the most. Excitement that you weren’t able to give him. He loved you, he definitely loved you. But in a couple of years’ time, the spark that used to ignite whenever he looked at you, touched you, kissed you, it was gone. He tried to ignore the emptiness, grasping at any opportunity he could to regain those feelings. Going on more dates, inviting you to all his matches, bringing you over to his house every single week, he did everything he could Nothing worked. He no longer felt special. He had fought so hard for you, everything was all rainbows and unicorns, until it wasn’t. Until you became just another person for him. 

You still remember the exact moment you realised he had changed. It still goes through your mind till this day. It was New Year’s Eve. The two of you went out to watch the fireworks at midnight. His hand felt cold that night, not a trace of the usual warmth that embraced your hand perfect to be found.. It felt stale and frigid. He didn’t initiate his usual weird chatter, nor did he make an effort to talk to you at all. Every other couple at the venue was doing some lovey dovey crap, giving each other bone crushing hugs, or laying in their loved one’s lap, occasionally sneaking a kiss or two. Seeing that, you tried to sneak in some romance into your date. You turned towards him, leaning in and giving him a kiss. Your heart fell when he stayed still, not reacting to anything. He didn’t kiss back, he didn’t hold your hand, he didn’t even make an effort to play with your hair.  It was as if your kiss had absolutely no effect on him. You tried again, letting go of his hand and cupping his cheek. Still nothing. You pulled away, slightly disappointed at the lack of attention you were getting from him as he stared at you with bored eyes, dragging you down to sit next to him. This should’ve been a sign. A sign that something was wrong. However, you brushed it off. Maybe he was just feeling a bit sick that night.

The lack of attention went on for months. You would have to ask him out every week, just to be able to spend any quality time with him, and most of the time he’d decline, using the same three excuses every time.

“Sorry, I’m busy with volleyball.”

“Feeling a bit tired today, I’ll pass.”

“I have schoolwork, can’t come.”

The rare instances where he doesn’t decline your request, he’s completely indulged in his phone. As if there was something that was better than spending time with the one he loved that was on that godforsaken monitor. You would try poking him, shaking him, nudging him, everything you could possibly do to gain his attention. In return, all you’d receive was an irritated groan or your hand being picked up and put back onto your lap, followed by a wave of depression hitting you by surprise as he continues to scroll mindlessly through his phone. You were tired of this, your gut telling you to just break it off with him. However you were hopeful. Too hopeful. You continued to cling onto the last shred of hope you had in that attention lacking heart of yours, praying that by spending enough time with him, he would go back to his old self. The Nishinoya that she fell in love with. The one that gave her kisses on her cheek, squeezed her hand whenever he held it, cried with her during hard times, pushed her on the swings in an abandoned park. She continued to look forward to a day, where he would once again greet her at her doorstep before walking to school together. That day never came.

Half a year. Half an entire year of hiding his inner conflicts. Nishinoya was done keeping it in. He had to tell you one way or the other anyways. He was sick of seeing how disappointed you’d get after he ignored you time and time again. He was drowning in his own guilt throughout the never-ending six months. That pit of regret that dug itself in his stomach made him want to just rip everything to pieces and scream into a void. He didn’t want to see you like this, but quite frankly there was nothing he could do. His feelings were slowly fading, and they weren’t coming back. Everything that seemed bright in the world went dull as he pondered over his own emotions in his room. Letting out a feral yell, he sent all the books and papers on his desk flying to the floor, ripping some up and stomping on them. “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? HUH? I CAN’T DO THIS TO HER! I can’t... I can’t hurt her like that.” He grabbed at his hair, pulling at it as he slid down the wall hopelessly, choking out strained sobs and screams as tears poured from his eyes. He was beyond frustrated. He definitely didn’t want to hurt you by telling you how he felt, however hiding it wouldn’t do any good either. In fact, the longer he hid it, the more affected by it you would be. He had made his mind. He was going to tell you the truth the next day, but at what cost? He was scared, definitely. He could already picture what would happen. He would tell you his conflicts, and you two would end it there, with both of you crying and leaving for different classes. He would probably do terribly during practice, maybe even skip it for once, and you would probably go home and cry. It would hurt him to tell you, but it was for the best.

You weren’t feeling ecstatic the next day, although you should’ve been. In your bag, was a framed polaroid, along with a tiny note attached to it, stuffed in between your lunchbox and textbooks. You made sure not to let the note crumple up. That was something important. Your friends teased you about it, calling you a hopeless romantic, lovestruck schoolgirl, and a variety of different romance tropes. All you could do was nod and laugh dryly, and pray they didn’t see the frown on your face throughout the whole day. During lunch, you scanned the cafeteria for your partner, finally landing your eyes on his tiny figure. He was in the very back of the lunch line, scrolling through his phone, again. You took a deep breath, grabbing the polaroid and treading towards him. “Nishinoya, can I talk to you alone for a bit?” The boy’s eyes glanced towards you, before he cracked a fake grin. “Uh sure thing.” You pulled him out of the lunch line, guiding him to behind a random stairwell, leaning on the wall with the framed photo in hand.

“So, for our second anniversary, I made you this. I hope you like it.” Nishinoya froze, before his eyes widened, his mouth slowly opening. “I- I’m so sorry (Y/N), I completely forgot about this! Oh lord I’m so dumb oh god-” He stopped for a moment. This was the perfect opportunity to tell you. You two were finally alone, he could just get it done and over with. He thought about it a bit more. Would it be too much for you? He had already forgotten about you guys’ anniversary, whilst you made an effort to make him something. He decided against it. He would do it another day. “Yuu, it’s okay, Don’t worry about it. Just read the note when you get back. I gotta go eat now, see you around.” And with that, you made your way back to your table. NIshinoya’s heart clenched. He felt terrible. He really hid the fact that he was losing interest from you for months, whilst you continued to believe that he loved you with his whole heart. He stared at the polaroid in his hand. It was from when you two had your first date in a pink cafe. That was the first time he ever kissed you in public. Inside of the frame, was a piece of paper folded into a tiny square. That was the note you were talking about. He let out a heavy sigh, returning to the cafeteria as well.

The note was now in his hands, still folded in that neat square. When school ended, you didn’t wait for Nishinoya like you usually did. Instead, he saw you walk away with another friend, who was patting your back as you were hunched over slightly. His heart dropped. Thank the lords he decided not to tell you today. Polaroid frame in hand, he examined everything. Maybe there was some hidden message behind this. Maybe she wrote something on the back of the polaroid too, instead of just writing a note. He took a few minutes to just observe the framed photo, before giving up and shoving it back into his bag. There was nothing weird or suspicious about it. It was just a normal polaroid. He walked home alone, not waiting for Tanaka. He felt like absolute shit, head hanging low as he walked towards his house, hands in his pocket. The second he got to his room, he threw everything to the floor, scrambling for the framed polaroid and pulling out the untouched note. He opened the note up, to see a neatly written message. It wasn’t just a note, it was a whole letter.

Dear Yuu,

I expected this already, so don’t be sorry. I knew you were going to forget. You’ve changed, everyone could see. Because of that, there’s something I need to tell you.

I’m breaking it off here.

Nishinoya’s eyes widened as he gripped the paper tightly with his now shaky hands. “No way....”

I know you might be confused as to why I’m doing this. But hear me out. I can see that you’ve changed. For the past months you’ve been uninterested. You haven’t been like the old Yuu since New Year’s Eve.

I love you, I do, but I can’t bear to see you force yourself into continuing this facade. It’s been two years, this isn’t a surprise to me. I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay with me against your heart’s desire. I’d rather you be happy with the relationship. Please. Let’s just end it here. It was beautiful while it lasted, but now it’s just trauma for me. I hope this anniversary gift is good enough. Goodbye.

Love,

(Y/N)

Tears streamed down the boy’s face as he re-read the letter again. Nothing changed. You had said what you said and Nishinoya felt terrible. He should’ve known you would be able to read through him. He should’ve just told you from the start, instead of keeping it in like a coward. Putting the letter down, he grabbed his bag, and threw it across the room, letting it land to the ground with a thud as his laptop and his textbooks spilled out. “NISHINOYA YUU WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Ah, of course, it was his mom. “NISHINOYA STOP MAKING SO MUCH NOISE!” The short boy ignored her, continuing to let his anger out. He threw all the books from his shelf onto the wooden floor, ripped up pieces of homework, and threw the polaroid to the ground, jumping on it and cracking the glass. He wasn’t mad at you. He was frustrated with himself. He was furious at his own cowardice, that led to him breaking your heart. “Why? It shouldn’t have been like this! I should’ve apologised to her before any of this happened! We might’ve had a chance!”

He continued to massacre his bedroom, throwing everything at his wall and breaking anything he possibly could get his hands on. His legs felt tired from stomping and jumping and his arms ached from ripping everything. He fell back, landing on his ass as he cradled his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. He wanted to lie to himself. Tell himself there was nothing he could do about it. Convince himself that he had already tried his best.

But deep down, he knew that he just didn’t try hard enough, and now, the two years you guys spent together, where he loved every single minute of, was nothing but a beautiful trauma.

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Okay this is actually so bad I’m sorry idk I just hate this with a passion and I think it’s terrible but I hope you liked it🥺😔💕

References:

Beautiful Trauma lyrics on genius

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[ravenempress101]

🐍Vengeance is Mine ~Sweet Pea AU Smut~ Mentioned Fangs Forgarty🐍

Warings: VERY MATURE 18 or Older: Daddy Kink,Hair pulling,hickies, sexual tension, forced,slight chocking,

Hey loves definitely heart my imagine and all I got to say is he deserves more screen time 😍😍😍👌🏽

I swear he will not find us” fangs locking the door of the trailer and hiking over toward you capturing your body in his as he places his hand on the side of your head and tries to plant a kiss on your heart shapes. Y/n advanced her head to the side dodging his lips and furrowed her eyebrows and pushed fangs off from her. Y/n looked at fangs shocked. Why would he do that to sweet pea. Why would he do that to his only brother? Why am I even here?

No fangs this is wrong he’s your brother you guys are in the same gang” y/n said while crossing her arms over her covered breasts and proceeded toward the back door and then y/n heard a familiar voice booming outside the trailer.

Hey have you guys seen y/n” sweet pea shouted at the two serpents that were outside drinking their liquor and they shook their heads in disagreement. Sweet pea scanned the whole trailer park squinting while he advanced looking for yourself.

Then y/n sprint out the trailer that she left fangs in and then when she finished running she bumped into something familiar and beefy built and then his voice knocked her back to reality

There you are where were you” sweet pea squinting his brown orbs in the direction you came from and scanning back at yourself.

“Out”

“Out where and why do you smell just like, fangs…”

“ sweet pea is not what you think I was working…”

Sweet pea stopped you from finishing your sentence by furrowing his eyebrows and clenching his jaw. his vein shooting out from his sharp jawline.

“Yeah you were working with fangs and cheating we're going home now” 

“Sweet pea I swear I would never”

Sweet pea stomping away in anger at their home. Then y/n started walking to there shared house.

Dang it’s already 2 in the morning and we just made it home ” y/n strut around to the backyard going in to the door.

When she was at the end of the kitchen she entered the living room. Being quiet as a mouse. But y/n felt a gust of wind sweep by her. She was mentally praying hoping that her little kitten bubbles passed her. y/n saw a very annoyed sweet pea at the side of her eye and she started taking off running up the stairs so she wouldn’t get into another fit with him but he captured her by her curly long black hair. He balled it up in his fist and she jolted back toward him that caught her in her tracks. Y/n was in sweet peas muscular built body. Sweat flaring up to her forehead and her breathing quickened.

“Why were you with him tonight sweetheart?” Sweet pea whispered in your ear sternly and captured your cheek in his hand while rubbing smooth circles. y/n scanned sweet pea’s long legs and leading up to his chest and then stopping right at his eyes. y/n had to say something so sweet pea was not looking under the hood of a lie she was going to have to tell.

“I wasn’t with him” y/n said fragile while mentally slapping herself. Why did she have to be in this mess? It was Fang's fault for putting her in this situation.

“I mean you were running from somewhere and you smelt like the boy so like you said you wasn’t ” sweet pea said while scanning your lower back and placing his hands in your long curly kinky hair. Massaging soothing circles in your strands and then coming for your scalp. He knows what your weakness was. He knows he always wins when it comes to getting the truth out of you.

“I got caught up helping him with work oooo baby right there” y/n moaned feeling sweet peas hands pleasure her hair. Taking all the attention away from her. he massage in creamy slow circles. Even getting the new growth that yourself tried to scratch but the itch never went away. But with sweet peas hands the urges to itch disappear.

Then sweet pea turned yourself around and now your whole body was in his muscular chest as he held yourself. Trying to get the information out of you that he desperately wants to know and more of. his hands came in contact with your tensed shoulders. him peaceful rubbing on them making you go into a vulnerable state. He decided to blurt out his sentence while accusing yourself.

“With fangs again working really y/n you know he’s dangerous you're always somewhere and can’t be found” sweet pea saying while steam came from his ears. A beat red appeared on his face and his eyebrows furrowed. He was furious with you and there was no way you were getting out of this one. So you told the honest to god truth to your lover.

y/n frowned upon the wreck fortgery got her into. sweet pea had a soft spot for you. your his sweet babygirl. 

“you shouldn't be with fangs knowing what he was capable of.”

“Yess I swear but babe I swear we don’t talk to each other at all and you know I always talk about you boo” y/n rambling trying to make the mayhem better but it’s true she is so faithful to sweet pea. She would never ever think about sleeping with fangs and jeopardize sweet peas love for her.

but y/n couldn’t bring it to herself to tell sweet pea what fangs tried. sweet pea he shouldn’t know the stuff fangs does to her. It would break his heart finding out all of the moments

Sweet pea is the only serpent she will have a soft spot for.

“Alright y/n but you're not getting out of this one” sweet pea said while dragging you by your hair toward their shared bedroom. You know you're in for it. Knowing you freaked up big time. He always needs to show he's in control and his dominance will always be prevail over. He means what he says and breaking his rules leads to consequences but y/n always enjoyed the punishments he placed for her.

 Sweet pea got on the bed then he said “undress now little one” y/n rolled her eyes and started unbuttoning her shirt. Her shirt pooling to the floor. While her pants followed. Y/n was about to unclasp her lavender bra but he held his pointer finger up for you to cease. Next he pointed towards yourself and commanded you with his finger to climb on top of him.

Which yourself did while having your arms across your half erect breasts. Sweet pea was foolish for this. He grabbed your head and placed it to the side. Y/n inhaled a breath and then blew it out towards him. Then once you did that he placed his lips on your neck. Kissing slowly. Then once he started trailing down the shaft of the neck he started using his tongue deepened the kisses. Y/n started to moan

“Ooooo mhmm”

Sweet pea smirked in between the kisses and then he started to nip and place small bites getting rougher as he went. He placed your skin in between his teeth, teasing the love bites he created. He wanted to show people that you were only his so he decorated your neck with purple flesh opening wounds then his hot breathe brushed over them making cold air hit the carvings and winces breakout your mouth. sweet pea brought his hand to your neck, he pinched your throat slightly and you wheezed on top of him.

Y/n struggles to breathe, inhaling a small amount of air sweet pea restricted. He wanted you to struggle for something you needed. Because he was teaching you a lesson when you needed him.

Then y/n started stiring her hips on his half erect covered penis. “Could he make you feel as good as I do? Your being very needy babygirl” But sweet pea grasp your waist plant you down and he jerk all of you over and he was on top of yourself. Parting from your neck he Unbutton his plaid shirt and threw it on the ground next to your pants. Y/n grabbed him by his muscular shoulders. yearning for his touch. Sweet Pea grabbed your wrists and forcefully held them above your head

“Look not tonight I’m in control”

Sweet pea said sternly as he unbuckled his pants and through them on the floor aswell.

Y/n panted and nodded her head in agreement with him.

Y/n frowned as he threw his pants to the other side of the room.

“That’s the best part” y/n whispered as she examine sweet pea climb back on top of her. Place wet pecks on her heart shapes.

Sweet pea slender finger velvety ran down the sides of your love handles. Then his hands generate his way toward your right breast squeezing them firmly. Y/n groaned in his mouth at the roughness. Her swollen lips being kissed on.

Then one swift tear. Your breasts were exposed. He trailed down to your breast and started to place soft kisses around the hardened nipple. Licking the navel Y/n’s hisses filled the room.

Then he placed velvety kisses on your stomach trailing down to your heat. Sweet pea looked up at yourself with his chocolate brown eyes seeing you a moaning wreck. glancing back down. Then placed his mouth on you. He started licking and wiggling your covered clit. Breathless moans spilled out of your mouth.Her cheeks on her face flaring red from the pleasure he was giving. Y/n bit her lip watching sweet pea do wonders with his mouth. Sweet pea tracing letters over your vagina. Y/n's eyes trailed on his hard on dripping with precum. Knowing she wanted to lick every drop but it wasn’t her night since she messed that up.

Y/n found her painted fingers in his raven locks. Enjoying the euphoria he brought to her. Y/n's back arched up, her stomach to the ceiling and head on the pillow. Her high was lacing her body. The ecstasy was a drug and sweet pea was the supplier. But when she was near y/n whined at the missed feeling sweet pea brought to her as he kissed her mouth but the man slid your lingerie to the side lined up at her entrance and then he began to accelerate but stopped and placed his tip on your sensitive clit. Wiggling it. Your high was so close with him performing this action but could not go over the edge. He was teasing you. Making you suffer, y/ns orbs were glassy as tears welled up in her eyes and then spilled down her cheeks. Y/n felt her high get so close but drop which hurt her spirit

“Sweet pea stop teasing” teasing her entrance while rubbing smooth circles with his tip on her. Y/n tensing up trying to force her spill out but it was worthless.

“I need you”

”See how it feels when your heartbreak sweetheart it hurts just like the broken high your having”

But after sweet pea said his sorrowful statement he plunged in her. With his length all the way in her. Sweet pea was still a gentlemen for letting yourself adjust to his enormous length. Then he started thrusting slowly while you gasp out. y/n clenched around him feeling him grow with every inch. Y/n moans danced around the room. While sweet pea kissed her open wound on her neck. He slowly plunges in and out of her. Sweet pea clutch the sheet for leverage. Y/n capturing his back while feeling him advance in her managing his speed he performed .

next sweet pea elevated your curvy frame with his panther like effect. His immense length inside stabbing at her cervix repeatedly. He accelerated out and in of yourself controlled the groan that freed from your mouth from his deep thrust. sweet pea controlled your waist with his muscular arm changing his direction to one side curving hitting your creamy spot. His pin point straight movement inside yourself made you wince from pleasure.

“Who’s daddy” sweet pea moaned while he rammed into your dripping vagina. Y/n was clenching around his manhood and her high lacing her body. She could feel it crashing in. A few more ins while he accelerate above yourself that began to be brisk but the structure became sloppier. Sweet pea was close.

Y/n breathily moaned out

“you are daddy”

Sweet pea sluggish pounding came down while moaning a boomed “fuck” him slamming velvety going in and out of your warm womb, sweet pea came to his high. Sweet pea head tossed back and him spilling his white substance in you. Feeling his warm seed squirt inside her, y/n followed right behind him and empty her watery substance on his manhood. Them panting harder than ever and then sweet pea pulls out. Y/n feeling the emptiness. Which made her want more from sweet pea.

Sweet pea gets down in your ear his scorching breath brushing over it and he whispers

“Disappear like that again and it will be worse”

Y/n nervously smile at him as sweet pea gives you a kiss right on your cheek. Then lays on his side of the bed. Playing with your hair and staring at yourself as he falls asleep right next to you.

[est11]

Ok so I felt like my last imagine was decent so why not make another 😂

Warnings: Smut..Fluff

Title: “ I’m here..I’m right here”

You laid in the bed you shared with your now fiancé Jax watching him sleep soundly Gemma had the boys so the house was quite besides the soft sound of Jax snores which made you smile. You softly traced Abels name on his left pec making sure not to wake him as you quietly got out of bed to go to the bathroom you were still naked from last nights activities so you grabbed the first shirt you could find which was one of Jax old Samcro shirts and made your way to the bathroom. Once you entered the bathroom you couldn’t help but smile and bite your lip as you looked at your reflection in the mirror seeing the fresh and faded marks Jax had left on your body. He has been out of Stockton for a few days and you both could not keep your hands off each other you look toward the shower the imagines of last night rushing back as you remembered how Jax had you pinned against the wall pounding into you mercilessly. You splashed some water on your face and turned to exit the bathroom. Jax was now awake sitting up against the headboard with a smoke hanging between his lips the blankets fell below his bellybutton and it was a sight that made your mouth water you watched him quietly because he was talking in the phone “Yea..ok.. see you then” he said before he hung up looking over at you. “I’m sorry if I woke u up.. had to use the bathroom” you said still standing in the door as you both just watched each other. “You didn’t baby come here” Jax said while making a come here motion to you. You walked over him and straddled his waist you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck his hands automatically finding your hips “Who was that” you asked as you rubbed the back of his neck. “Just clay I was telling him it was going to be later before I got to the clubhouse he said it was fine no major business to handle this morning.” You smiled at the thought of being able to spend the morning with Jax, on que as if he could read your mind he says “ You know this is a view I’ve missed you walking around in my t-shirts” his hands slowly slid down to your ass as he gave it a hard squeeze and a moan escaped your lips.

“Oh really” you leaned to give him a soul crushing kiss slowly pulling at this bottom lip the action making him softly growl as you feel him harden beneath you you detached your lips from his and slowly begin leaving kisses along his jaw-line to his neck sucking softly marking him like he has marked you. Jax moans softly as you shift to kiss down his chest more you gently kiss over his scars on his side stoping suddenly to let your lips linger there remembering the day they told you Jax got stabbed in Stockton. That was the scariest day of your life. Not realizing you had let a few tears slip Jax pulled back up to face him wiping the tear away “ Hey baby I’m here I’m right here” You looked up to meet Jax ocean blues eyes as he slipped off his shirt that covered your body you attached your lips to his fiercely and you grabbed his harden length and slowly slid down on him you both moaned into each other’s mouth Jaxs hands finding your hips once again. You open your eyes to see Jax still staring at you you grab the headboard with one hand and wrap the other around his neck as you slowly began to circle your hips riding him slowly. “Fuck Y/N” Jax moaned softly as he dropped his head to take a nipple in this mouth while his hands guided you at a certain pace. The sound of skin on skin contact and your soft moans filled the room as Jax thrusted up to meet your hips as they came back down on his hard cock. You clawed at his shoulder as you began to ride him slower but hard each time he hit new spots that made your eyes roll back. Jax slapped your ass and began to help you ride him at a faster pace “Fuck Jax I’m close baby” you ride him harder and faster as you clawed at his shoulders. Jax grabbed the back of your hair making you look at him as his other hand went down to find your clit “ Look at me baby look at me when you cum” You couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your lips and you laid your forehead against his him holding you tightly as you rode him and he rubbed your clit. “ Yess Jax fuck baby I’m going to Cum”. “ Yes Y/N cum for me cum with me baby” You clenched around Jaxs cock as your orgasm ran through your body and you felt Jax release inside of you the both of you moaning into each other’s mouth. Both of you held on to each other not wanting to let go as you both came down from your high Jax gently kissed your neck “That was...” he said breathlessly “Amazing”. You kissed his lips softly before removing yourself from his lap whimpering when you became empty again you laid your head on your pillow as Jax lit up another smoke. Jax played with your fingers as you both sat in silence just enjoying one another. “I love you” He said as you kiss his fingers “ I love you to Jax.”