#im also writing this very late and need to get to bed

[h4rsfics]

hangover

who i write for here!

summary: you literally just go to a party, wake up in the middle of the night hungover, get really sick.

warnings: swearing, vomiting

a/n: this was originally gonna be like a dark ass fic but i decided to make it cute instead. once again im new to writing and very unmotivated so no hate🥰 also sorry this is kinda short, but i listened to dinner by adam klobi while making this (i def recommend him, he’s so underrated!)

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you wake up in a haze, vision blurry and head dizzy. then you noticed the pain and gross feeling in your stomach, and you remember what had happened. you were insanely hungover. you don’t even remember getting home, but assume your friend got you here.

“will?” you whisper weakly into your phone. you just needed your boyfriends comfort right now. will was all you ever really needed when you were upset. he made it better.

“hi, baby, what’s up? it’s late,” will murmured worriedly. usually you liked to text, so he knew if you were calling, especially this late, it was serious enough for him to answer.

“i really don’t feel good..” you sniffle, rubbing your eye with the sleeve of your (his) hoodie. “i need you. can you p-please come over? i’m sorry, i know it’s late but i feel really sick and y-you’re good with that stuff,” you explained, feeling bad for possibly waking him up.

“no, no, it’s okay. i’ll be there in 5, okay? just hang in there, you can stay on the phone if you want,” will stated. he’d do anything for you and he made that clear.

“that’s okay..” you whispered. “thank y-you. i’ll see ya soon…” you continued, hanging up and curling into a ball on your cold bathroom floor, burying your face in your arms.

will went as fast as he could without getting pulled over or hurt in his vehicle, before he made it your apartment. san jose was suprisingly quieter than normal tonight and he found that came in handy.

he used his spare key to get into the building and took the elevator up to the 5th floor, yours.

“y/n?” he called out once he got inside, quickly shoving off his shoes and hurrying to the bathroom where you lay, body shaky and curled in on yourself. he sighed worriedly and crouched down, rubbing your back.

“you’re gonna be okay.. i know you hate throwing up but if you just do then you’ll probably feel better, love…” he murmured softly, helping you sit up and hold your hair back.

you were crying weakly, hands shaking to the point where when you attempted to push your hair behind your ears you couldn’t even do that. so of course, will did it for you, tucking your soft locks behind your ears.

“it’s okay, just throw up and you’ll feel better, i promise.” will told you gently, holding your face in his hands before letting go and holding your hair back.

“i really.. don’t want to..” you sniffled shakily, and he nodded to your words.

“i know, baby, i know, but i think you’ll feel better afterwards.. and i’m right here, okay?” he whispered, and that, you caved and began to throw up into the toilet, more sobs coming out with the vomit.

“shh.. you’re okay, y/n. just get it out of your system, yeah?” he told you softly. his heart ached for you, knowing how horrible vomiting was for you. it was a fear he’d noticed you had.

he noticed when you squeezed your eyes shut if someone near you was sick or puking. he noticed when you tensed if someone said they had a stomach ache. will noticed you.

“will,” you whimpered weakly, looking up at him when you stopped puking. you looked so sad, and it made his heart ache.

“shh, it’s okay, i know.” will mumbled softly, pulling you into his arms as the pair sat on the bathroom floor together.

“you think you’re okay to go back to bed? i’ll get a bowl or something close by for if you feel sick again. it’d be comfier than the floor.” he smiled slightly at you, an attempt to make you happy even if you didn’t feel well.

when you nodded, he helped you get up and to your bed. he got you everything you’d need, like a bowl or water or painkillers. and him. and he made it bearable.

[shedelulululu]

saw your movie theatre hc’s do you have anything for them working in a restaurant together? 👀

well, yes I do!

so for the restaurant itself, it's a decently nice brew pub, the food is a bit expensive but it really is better quality and pretty good. (i was gonna do smth different but i realized I kept picturing this restaurant i kinda worked at kinda didnt -- I worked the brewery shop that was attached to the restaurant)

Frank is a local and has been working there since he was like 17 having decided school wasn't in the cards for him, why piss away money his folks didn't have . Mel is now 21 and has only just started working there -- this was the first summer she didn't have a home to go to when the school year ended, having decided to sell her childhood home when her mom died.

Frank knows Mel's name, he could hardly forget their introduction. Within the first week of her working he calls her "Sweetheart", because half of his job is cooking the other half is flirting with waiters and waitresses. She sticks out her hand through the pass to shake his hand, and says "oh I'm Mel!" because she assumed he was only using that pet name because he forgot her name !!! he chuckles at her, shoots her a smirk and says "yeah I know" which just puzzles her and she just walks away with the orders for her table

the pet names continue! he tries out all kinds on her to see what sticks! she asks "do you just find it easier to not remember our names so you use random pet names?" and he says "no :)" and won't explain further, she wants to push him on it but then Samira and Trinity come through to pick up and put in orders and they give her a look that is confused why she's still back here.

One sunday she works a double shift including the brunch shift. It's absolutely hell on earth because its move in weekend and they serve bottomless mimosas. By 2 PM their brunch service is finally over and she's passing by the kitchen to go outside to the alley to catch a breath, but she's stopped by the sound of her name being called, she spins around and it's Frank -- this is the first time he's called her by her name -- and he tilts his head towards a plate made, "order up for you" and she's like ? my tables haven't ordered yet ? and he's like "no it's for you, you're probably hungry?" and well, he's not wrong, and the eggs benedict and home fries looked really fucking good. She beams at him with a "Thank You" and the scurries out to eat in the alley. (btw they don't get free meals, they still have to punch it in, they get 25% off at least (: )

Mel is closing, she's already locked the doors, she's wiping down tables and double checking the tills. She can't help but notice this man standing outside the floor to ceiling windows that surround the restaurant. He's been outside for 20 minutes, following her every move. She hears a bang against one of the windows and runs back into the kitchen to hide. Frank has his bag slung over his shoulder about to walk out after cleaning the kitchen when she burst in through the door with a spooked look on her face. he grabs her shoulders to steady her "Mel what's wrong?" and she explains everything.

Frank drops his bag and says he'll be right back. He returns with a bleeding cheek and Mel is like what the heck happened??? he's rubbing against his knuckles and just says, don't worry about it, your problem is gone.

Obviously she insists on cleaning and dressing his wounds, she's so focused she can't even process that she's practically sitting in his lap. Frank is very aware, enjoying it very much, and endlessly charmed that she has no idea what she's doing to him. When she finishes and is ready to get up she finally realizes where she is and gets up abruptly nearly falling backward. "Thank you, you really shouldn't have done that, but thank you." he's staring at his shoes refusing to make eye contact "anything for you darlin'" and she's like "what if he had a weapon!" and he just chuckles, shaking his head, "wouldn't be the worst thing. for a good cause anyhow." she furrows her brows, "I would really prefer you alive." he shrugs "You flatter me, but hey things happen. C'mon let me walk you to your car."

Mel starts hanging out with him on his smoke breaks just to have an excuse to talk to him more. He'll set out a pack on the pass station to let her know he's going out soon. The first time she finds him out there she lectures him gently on the dangers of smoking, "It can take years off your life.", he takes a drag, exhaling away from her, "I think you'd have to plan to make it to those years to lose them." "I don't what you mean by that." "Do you know about the 27 club?" she nods "always thought that's a good time to go out." he ashes out his cigarette and goes back inside.

Mel starts asking her coworkers about Frank, essentially trying to get a sense of whether he's an active suicide risk or it's just a thing he says. Most everyone says that's just the way Frank is until she asks Robby who pauses. He scrubs a hand through his beard, "Usually, it's just something he says out of habit. But uh, if he's actually upset and saying it, take it seriously."

Later that shift she asks for his phone, she inputs her number, and tells him that he has to say goodbye to her no matter what.

[aaaaaaaaagenloser]

(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)

An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.

Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead

TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED

“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”

“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”

“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”

“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”

“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”

“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“

“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”

“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”

“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”

“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“

“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“

“Shut up, Sneeg—“

“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“

Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.

“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”

“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”

“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”

“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”

“We will be there.”

“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”

“Sneeg!”

“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”

“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”

Silence lingered for a bit too long.

“We should what, Ran?”

“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

The Taken didn’t reply.

“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”

“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”

“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.

“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”

“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“

“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”

“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.

…okay, Sneeg?”

“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”

“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“

“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”

“Guys?”

A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’

“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”

“We weren’t fighting, we were…”

“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.

“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”

“Have fun”

“Absolutely not.”

Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.

Which left Ran by themselves.

Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.

…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.

He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.

They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.

But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.

Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)

C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.

The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.

“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”

The mask didn’t speak.

“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”

…

“I think I’m going to head to bed.”

…

“Fuck it, can I stay here?”

The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.

“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”

Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”

Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.

“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”

Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”

The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.

Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.

Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.

…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.

It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…

It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.

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Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh

And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed

Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.

If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out

I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. everything u are . twisted wonderland

in which, you fell asleep near them, and your face made them thought of the day you'll leave.

featuring : riddle, leona, azul, kalim, idia, malleus.

cw : gn!reader, established relationships, grammar errors, might be slightly ooc, it's LONGG as hell... to make up for lost time(if im even using that phrase correctly), huge big humongous angst

a/n : HII thank u so much for requesting... so sorry for the very huge delayy, i couldn't thought of anything for azul's part HAHA the req was originally for ob gang and adeuce, but i didnt know how to write for jamil's and deciced to replace him with kalim, if that's okay..?😣 i also removed adeuce and vil, since i can't write for that many characters... +my brain couldn't think of anything for vil. im really sorry about this;( i hope u enjoy regardless, though!

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

it was late at night, and riddle is still seated at his desk, trying to finish studying for the upcoming exam. you don't mind accompanying your lover study. but when he's taking a little too long, you can't help wanting to sleep.

your head started nodding off so much, it looked like you were agreeing to an invisible lecture. riddle smiled softly to himself. "my rose, if you're sleepy, you can go ahead and sleep in my room. no need to wait for me."

you let out a breathless laugh at his suggestion. "nooo—i'll wait for you here ... 'm not sleepy, no." you mutter, already slipping into a deep slumber. it seems like you're tired from today's classes, riddle thinks. well, no matter. he can continue studying by himself.

... yet, he couldn't help but steal a glance at you after finishing a sentence from his book. you looked so peaceful sleeping on the couch, it made riddle think of the day you'll come back to your world.

he knew it was inevitable, and that a mere student like him can't do anything but watch as you eventually slip from his grasp. but he wished he could do more. he wished he could at least accompany you on your way to come back to your world, meet your parents, say a proper goodbye, and return to NRC again with no regrets.

unfortunately, the world isn't so kind. "... sigh. i am getting distracted." he mutters under his breath before he stands up to approach you. he stares at your sleeping face for a few moments, before he takes off his cloak and put it on top of your body.

"do you also wish you can stay with me forever...? ugh, why am i talking to myself..." he whispered, rubbing the back of his neck. "sleep well, love. when you wake up, i'll be by your side."

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

when leona came back to his dorm, he wasn't expecting to see you, sprawled on top of his sheets. when he asked ruggie about it, he replied with, "they've been waiting for you 'cuz they wanted to talk about something... huh? are you getting red, leona-san? shishishi!"

ruggie was then kicked outside of leona's room.

"oi, i didn't come back for my bed to get messed up by you." he approaches you slowly before shaking your body to wake you up. but when you lightly smack his hand away from you, he scowls. "...grr, fine. suit yourself."

he decided to sleep on the not-so-large couch by the window. he throws himself onto the couch with a grunt, arms crossed behind his head and one leg propped over the other. he sighs. this is stupid, why is he the one sleeping on the couch in his room?

he turns his head towards the bed again. you're still there, sleeping on his bed, and breathing slowly. he furrows his brows before closing his eyes. why does he even bother to look at you anyway? spot-stealer. minutes tick by, yet for some reason, leona couldn't fall asleep.

each time he's about to fall into a deep slumber, he can't help but open his eyes and glance at your sleeping form. he doesn't know when it happened—when you stopped being a background noise in this problematic school and started to become a part of his life.

but now that he's looking at you, he can't stop the thoughts from creeping in: one day, you're going to leave. go back to your people, to your life. and he'll stay here, with the same dry savannah, the same politics, the same everything. you'll just be a memory to everyone around him.

"tch, damn it." he closes his eyes, trying to distract himself from the inevitable end. leona rarely dreams in his sleep. but tonight, he dreamed of you.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

azul can't stop staring. you're leaning onto his shoulder—eyes shut, breathing relaxed, as if this is the best time in your life. he's not relaxed, though. he's not used to this type of affection from anyone. but of course, being the gentleman he is, he managed to stay calm through it(he's shaking).

he would convince himself that this whole thing isn't real, and that this is just one of his dreams about you. when he feels you snuggling up to him, he realizes that this is, in fact, not a dream.

he tries to look away but fails to do so, and ends up staring at you again. oh, damn it, who's he trying to fool anyways? the two of you are the only one here. so, he decides to give in by leaning his head on yours.

you're warm, he thought to himself. so very warm compared to his dark and cold hometown. your breathing is relaxed, the dorm is (unusually) quiet, making him worried about whatever shenanigans jade and floyd is pulling. but this isn't the time to be worried about that.

he once again look over to your face—so peaceful... how would you look like when you wave goodbye to him? when you're about to leave this twisted world(lol), when you're about to be gone for good—and when you're going to be talked about by the students as if you were some fairytales that shouldn't have existed.

is he sad that he couldn't do anything about it? no, because azul is not selfish. he knows that you want to go home and to see your family. he knows that this little relationship you made with him isn't comparable to your love for your real world. but, is that what he truly thought?

of course not. because, deep down, in his fragile little heart, azul doesn't want you to leave. he wishes that he could do something about it. heck, if he could make a contract with fate, he would. no, he will.

because the only thing that azul can't afford to lose is you.

KALIM AL-ASIM

"—so i told lilia and cater that we should at least wear something more colorful! but then, when i showed them what i meant, they instantly said no.." he sighed, "what's wrong with golden bracelets anyway? i think they add some kind of charm to our club outfit, right? you think so too, don't you?!"

he looked over to you, shoulders slumped in disappointment. but when he saw your sleepy face, his posture straightened, and he smiled widely. "oh, are you sleepy? haha, you look so cute with your head nodding off like that! here, you can use this pillow my dad bought for me!"

you mutter a small thanks to him before sleeping soundly. he thinks you sleep almost like a koala, and that it's cute. to the point where kalim can't keep himself from taking a picture and make it his lockscreen...

"hehe, you look so cute... i wish we can talk to each other like this forever." he laughs quietly before it quickly dies down when a certain thought appeared in his head: can't the two of you do that forever, though?

you two are literally dating, in the same school, meets almost everyday, has each other's contact info... what is keeping him from talking to you everyday? oh, that's right. your home.

this world isn't your real world, it's just a world that you accidentally stumbled upon. your family isn't here. your real friends isn't here. your home isn't here. this place is just a temporary place until you find a way back home. but, he's curious, is your relationship with him also temporary?

"...of course it's not. no way it is, right? oh, yeah... you're sleeping. sorry, i sound kinda weird for talking to myself.." he laid down beside you and used his arms to hug you close. "if, one day, you actually leave this world for good... will i be able to hold you like this for one last time?"

kalim would rather not know the answer to that.

IDIA SHROUD

just the thought of you sleeping on his bed in his room is like a horror movie to him. no, it's not like he's disgusted by you... he's disgusted by himself. like, what has he done to deserve an angel sleeping in his room?! that's straight out of a shoujo manga!

and that very same thought is replaying in his head as you won't stop hugging his left arm in your sleep... he's gaming right now, you know? well, he's a pro so he can play with his right hand... and, no, it's not an excuse for him to run away and scream about it to ortho for hours... no, of course not. idia is sane.

but the way your whole body feels on his arm is so weird. you feel so warm compared to his surroundings. he's so used to cold atmosphere that he feels like he's getting hypothermia from warmth... and that's not even possible!!

but, he doesn't mind your company that much. because, what if tomorrow you're not here anymore? what if crowley, for some reason, finds a way for you to get back home right now? well, not possible... but still. he has seen the impossible, he has done the impossible.

... speaking of doing the impossible, why can't he just make another android like ortho, but this time, it's of you? yeah. that's a great plan. he can insert your memory of him and this world, or maybe about the times where the two of you would stay up late binge-watching his favorite anime.

but is that truly what he wants? no, what he wants is you. your real self. not your 'android' self. he wants you to greet him every morning, to kiss his worries away, to trash talk his opponents in every pvp game with him... he wants you, not your made up self.

can't he even do something using styx's technology? maybe make a bridge connecting two different universes so the two of you can always meet? maybe he can. or maybe he can't.

"aaaghh damn it, why does fate exist atp.. this is like, an unskippable ad on magicam.."

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus, since his first year, had always been excluded by the students for some reason. be it out of fear, or just pure hatred... well, it's mostly because of the first one. because, who could be brave enough to hate him, really? (leona.....)

he's strong, scary, full of mystery, and also quite stubborn sometimes. yet, despite all his flaws, you're currently leaning onto his shoulder as if he's your favorite pillow. you, a human... he's sure that if sebek would ever witness this scene, his heart would break into little pieces.

ehem, but that is not the point. he's happy, of course. heck, if malleus could record this moment with his phone, he would. unfortunately, he accidentally broke it again this morning... and thus, he was forced to wait for it to be repaired.

he does not mind, of course. he thinks that he can just record this little moment of warmth in his memory. "you look very radiant under the moonlight, beloved..." he smiles to himself before lifting one of his hands to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "...there. i can now see your lovely face properly."

malleus often wonder: what has he done to deserve someone like you? he doesn't remember doing something so noble to the point he catches the attention of a beauty. but he's very grateful for you. because you didn't fear him, no, you see him as him. and that is more than enough for malleus.

if you ever leave this world, will there be someone else to do the same thing? "..." yes. of course there will be. because malleus believes that the world still moves no matter what we do. but, will he be as equally happy when he was with you?

no. of course not. no one talks like you do, no one listens like you do, no one is as delicate with him as you are, and no one, other than you, can ever make him feel like he's human.

"if you were given the option, would you leave me behind?" he asks, silently wishing that you would answer with a, 'no. of course not.' but then again, malleus isn't someone who has an unrealistic view of the world. he knew that no matter what he did, you would still choose your family over this world.

"at the very least, may i escort you until the very end?"

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[nicholasgoodgirl]

that was mean- nicholas

summary: nicholas was having a bad week and gave you the silent treatment.

warning: argument, crying, happy ending

a/n: i couldn't stop thinking abt this no joke. so ofc i had to write it out

from late at night till he left early this morning for work nicholas has been either quiet rude or both.

we haven't spoken to eachother or not even silents acts of love. nothing.

he cut his alarm clock off and i tried to give him a hug before he got out the bed and he pushed me off of him "not right now" he grumbled and got out of bed

when he left for work i said 'bye' to maybe break the silence shared between us, but i got no response. it was starting to get lonely. i missed my bestfriend that was also my boyfriend

i had nobody to mess with or someone to talk to about my day.

to stop these lingering thoughts i go back to bed to maybe get my mind off of things.

--

i wake up around 8 am which was later than the time i usally woke up around, but today was sorta a lazy day.

it was gloomy not much sun was shining, it rained a little here and there. it was more of a slow day for me so the extra rest was very much needed

i text my boyfriend forgetting about the whole silent treatment ordeal.

me: how's your day going so far?? :)

and to no suprise i was left on delivered and soon left on seen. i messaged him periodically throught the day; hoping that maybe he would reply

it was almost time for dinner which normally nicholas cooks cause he's just better at it, but i didn't know when he was coming home or if he would even do it, so i look up some quick easy recipes and nothing struck my fancy but the pizza recipe. cause how hard could it really be?

i put a packet of yeast into my bowl along with some flour, water, oil, and salt. i let that sit for 30 minutes then im back to cooking again.

spreading flour onto the counter and placing the dough onto it; kneading it into a circle shape. this was harder than i thought

i look around for the marinara sauce and i put it into a different bowl and add a few light seasonings.

i paste that onto the dough, then i sprinkle some alot of cheese onto the pizza and my additional toppings bell peppers, spinach, and mushrooms.

i was so proud of myself especially sense i wasnt the cook, out of me and nicholas. i was really excited for him to try what i made but again i highly doubt he would even eat the food.

i put the pizza away into the oven completely forgetting to set a timer and put on a movie while i wait.

--

a smell of burning was the first thing that woke me up. "shit shit shit" i repeat totally freaking out remembering i left the pizza in the oven.

i get a rag and ineffectivley wave smoke out the air. when i open the oven it smelled horrible. i was coughing from all the smoke that had entered my lungs.

i take the burning pizza out and throw it into the sink, and hose it down with the water.

thats when i hear the front door open and mentally face palm. "what's that smell?" he asks "i kinda burnt a pizza that i tried to make"

"of course you did" he mutters sounding unimpressed. "and the fuck you mean 'kinda' you obviously did burn a damn pizza" he gestures to the chunk of charcoal burnt pizza

"it's not like i did it on purposes or something if thats what you think" my tone sounding a bit confronting.

"It's smells fucking horrible so open a damn window first off" he took a step closer raising his voice.

"you don't pay for shit so i don't understand why you almost had this place in flames secondly. then you also wanna blow up my phone while im working for crying out loud what do you want from me!" he yelled directly in my face

and im sure he knows by now i hate being yelled at. it's something my parents did and overall doesn't solve anything

i just take it, i didn't wanna fight so i go over to the nearest window and crack it open so the smoke clears.

my eyes watered from all the harsh words he could dish out but not the equal amount of attention "well.. you are- when i was.. ugh s'not my fault" i couldn't get a full sentence out. i felt so belittled in this moment

"im going to bed i don't have time for your stupid ass shit" those words hurt more than he thinks.

he had the most patience for me, always making time for us and now he doesnt.

"that's so mean.. you're being so mean" i wipe some tears that had fallen. i turned away from him silently crying.

the peices of my hair stuck to my tear-soaked cheeks. "wait- I'm sorry please don't cry" nicholas' voice was filled with regret.

i lazily push him away from me but he doesn't budge. his arms wrap around me bringing me into his familiar embrace. "I'm so sorry for being an asshole. I've been having a long shitty week and i know thats not an excuse so you don't even have to forgive me."

"you're everything to me. i swear i didn't mean it." he adds

the unforgettable cruel words he'd said to me earlier shoved ontop of his sweet loving words made me cry more.

i let him hold my trembling body as sobs tore through my chest, each inhale was ragged and uneven.

my hands clutched the material of his shirt "im so sorry sweetheart i never wanna make you cry" he explains in such a low voice, giving my hair strokes in attempt to calm me.

my face still burried into his neck tears now starting to dry away, and my breathing starting to even out. he carried me over to the couch and placed me in his lap

i was drained from all the crying, the tense feeling in my body beginning to melt away when i really started to feel nicholas' touch. my eyes drooped again this time staying shut for longer.

i was too tired to resist the sleep that had tooken over. and being cradled in his arms didn't help.

"I'll order pizza for the both of us alright?" he took me off of his lap and placed me on our couch. then lays one of our throw blankets ontop of me. "can we talk in the mornin'?" is the last thing i remember asking before dozing off.

a/n: can yall tell idk how to make pizza

[dark-konohagakure2]

Helloooo! This is my first time requesting something like this so im super nervous .. but do you think you could write something along the lines of madara niece getting married of to him and them consummating (getting freaky deaky) the wedding? Its okay if not, i love your work! ^_^

tw: incest, uncle/niece, noncon, forced marriage, age difference, misogyny, breeding, size difference, cumflation

All characters depicted are 18+

Madara doesn't care about romance in the slightest, much less marriage. He can appreciate taking a woman's body as a spoil of war, but other than that he couldn't care less about such tedious distractions such as women. But as little thought as he puts into the matter, the fact remains that Madara will need an heir soon as head of the Uchiha Clan, and there is only one suitable candidate for birthing his sons.

Madara isn't incredibly close with his niece, he doesn't hate her, but he isn't exactly a doting uncle either. Most of his memories of his niece are of her as a small and meek thing, hiding behind her father Izuna's leg and clinging to her mother's skirt, but now that she's grown older, she has become an attractive young woman, the spitting image of her late father, his precious younger brother, so Madara decides to kill two birds with one stone.

Forcing her hand in marriage is almost top easy, the girl's mother has been in disarray since her husband's death, so the woman sees her only daughter getting married as a good thing for the clan. Even if Madara is the girl's uncle, he is without a doubt the most suitable male for her out of every man in the Uchiha clan, or at least that's the point he'll hammer in.

His niece isn't terribly happy when she receives the news that she'll be getting married, what's worse is that she gets this shocking news at the very last minute, as Madara doesn't even think to tell her about their unconventional 'engagement' until the very day right before their so-called wedding, and he definitely won't be sympathetic to her hysterical woman tears.

"Enough or your shrieking, girl. I've already made my decision and it is final. If you can't even do something as simple as rearing a few children for our clan, then you don't deserve to be called an Uchiha."

The wedding isn't exactly a large one, it'd just the two of them, not even the mother is allowed to attend her own daughter's 'wedding', Madara doesn't need two crying women ruining his special day. The wedding kimono suits his adorably homely niece rather well, but Madara thinks it would suit her much better on his bed, so suffice to say that the marriage ceremony will be rather quick.

Once it's finally done, Madara will practically drag her to his chambers, his cock unbearably hard beneath his wedding robe, he never thought he'd ever be so excited about sinking his cock into a wet cunt, but his niece's tight little Uchiha pussy is just too much of a tempting forbidden fruit for him to resist sinking his teeth into. While his main goal is reproduction, Madara will also be after his own pleasure during this act of consummation.

Madara's cock is long and thick, stretching her virgin walls before he then gets it halfway inside, and when he finally rams his thick meat into her, his leaking tip will immediately and mercilessly bash into her cervix like a battering ram, it would be next to impossible for her to get thoroughly knocked up due to how deeply Madara is penetrating her fertile cunt.

Madara doesn't take any half measures, he wants her swollen with his seed, with his offspring, and he's not going to achieve that by just one measly orgasm inside of her, he's going to cum inside of her as much as possible, fucking his superior seed into her until her flat tummy becomes bloated with the sheer amount of cum that Madara has dumped into her, and even then he's not going to stop enjoying his niece-wife for quite some time.

"Stupid girl, don't pass out on me just yet, weakling. It's only been four rounds and you're already whining and leaking? Pathetic. How did I get burdened with such a weak niece..?"

Madara's opinion on sex won't change too much even after having his way with his new 'wife', but now he's able reach a conclusion; he doesn't have any need for other women and their holes now, since his niece is the only set of holes Madara can imagine himself using for the foreseeable future.

[dolcecherub]

surprise pit stop ➶-͙˚ ༘✶

★ pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

★ tags: op81, female reader, dirty talk, established relationship, phone sex, smut, riding, belly bulging, 2024 F1 season, excessive pet name

★ yap: second oscar fic!! lowkey very happy with this one and it was so fun to write so hopefully y'all enjoy - also please ignore any mistakes its like 2am when im posting this lol :)

★ word count: 3.2k

It had been a week since you had last seen Oscar, given that the past week and the one upcoming were part of the triple header in Spain, Austria, and Silverstone. Work had been far too busy for you to be able to go, unfortunately. But he made sure to call you before bed every night, telling you how much he missed you and having you at the end of every race.

Your heart ached. 

You were used to not seeing him for a few weeks at a time during the season, but that didn’t mean it was easy. Sporadic texts, late-night calls, seeing media posts wishing you could stand next to him in support. 

The Spanish Grand Prix did not end as Oscar had wanted, finishing 7th, and although he scored points, he was evidently snappy later that night, beating himself up for the performance he gave. You listened to his rambles about the track and how the garage was insufferably hot, laughing when he made an angry quip. The conversation fizzled as he relaxed, his tone soft as he murmured about how much he missed you, eyes hazed with sleep.

Long ‘goodnights’ and murmuring ‘I love you’s’ preceded a restless sleep for you, heart aching to hold him, body filled with need. 

Days had passed, fewer chats with Oscar, given that you were both a bit busy. Wednesday dragged on, the sun setting as you finished a few last-minute emails before calling it a day in the office. You hopped into your car, ready to drive home, when a notification flashed on your phone, seeing Oscar’s name light up the screen. 

You smile subconsciously before putting the car into gear and heading home. The ride home was peaceful, excited to get home and finally chat with Oscar. Pulling into your driveway, you grab your belongings before heading inside. You drop your bag near the door, sliding off your coat and hanging it up. Walking into your bedroom, you grab a change of clothes and get settled for bed before grabbing your phone. 

Tapping the notification, your chat with Oscar opens, your breath hitching as you process what he has sent you. His first text read, “thinking ‘bout you baby” and “I miss you.” 

What really got your heart racing was the picture that followed. 

A mirror selfie with Oscar sat on the corner of his hotel bed, shirtless, his hair tousled from a shower. His legs were spread, pyjama pants doing very little to hide the hard-on he was sporting. His biceps bulged, holding up his body as he leaned back a bit, abs clenched. Your mouth watered, imagining yourself settled between his legs, pleasing him. You sent a text back, body flushing with need. 

"Fuck Osc, that’s not fair"

He reads it immediately, typing back a quick emoji, before you see his contact pop up on your screen, an incoming call. You answer right away, giddy to hear his voice. 

“Hi, baby,” His voice is soft and raspy, your mind immediately calming, smiling at the nickname. “Hi, Osc, I miss you.”

“I miss you, wish you were here, bed’s empty without you,” 

“Only thing you’re missing?” You tease, looking back at the picture he sent you. He chuckles lowly as you hear rustling around. 

“You know exactly what I’m missing, darling.”  Your thighs clench at his tone, cheeks flushing red. You slide off your top, pushing your tits together and snapping a quick picture, sending it to Oscar. He groans, “Fuck. I’d do anything to have you here right now, baby,” His tone was needy. 

“Yeah? Gonna touch yourself thinking about me, hm? Imagining my mouth around you?” You teased, your hand sliding across your body. He groaned, a slick noise coming from his end of the phone. Your words continued, riling him up without fail as he brought himself to release, hearing your voice. 

Sweet goodbyes and a ramble of how much he loved you followed before you both settled into bed, miles apart. 

─── ⋆⋅✩⋅⋆ ───

Thursday morning came, your mind made up. However it may be, you would be in Austria to support him. 

And so it began, calls with some of his PR team members, a message to co-workers letting them know you’d be working from home for a few days, quick packing, as well as booking the soonest flight. You had a rough plan, hoping to fly in Saturday night and surprise him after the race on Sunday, and although a last-minute flight would never be cheap, you knew it was worth it. 

You packed a small suitcase with essentials, as well as making sure to pack Oscar’s McLaren jersey and a cute lingerie set. You made sure to do a bit of housekeeping, not having booked a return flight just yet. 

Calls with Oscar continued, the surprise nearly slipping off your tongue a handful of times. Thankfully, a team member at McLaren had been able to snag a paddock pass to ensure you’d be able to watch the race while also letting you know his hotel information so you could wait for him after the race. 

Saturday had come quicker than expected, and next thing you know, you were settled into a hotel room in the same hotel as Oscar, antsy that he was so close yet so far. He tried to call, and you brushed it off, saying you weren’t feeling well and planned on sleeping early. He bought it, thankfully, wishing you a good night’s sleep and hoping you felt better in the morning. 

The sprint race had gone well for Oscar, placing second and scoring a few more points. However, qualifying was far less exciting, having placed seventh on the starting grid. You tucked into bed, falling asleep fairly quickly, excited for the next day. 

─── ⋆⋅✩⋅⋆ ───

You woke up early, snagging a quick breakfast in the room before getting ready. You popped on Oscar’s jersey atop the lingerie you had brought, sliding on a pair of baggy jeans and a hat. You left your hair naturally, with slight waves and a light face of makeup, spritzing yourself in Oscar’s favourite perfume.

You grabbed the paddock pass you were given the night before and slipped out of the hotel room, making your way to the track.

You made sure to time it so that Oscar would likely already be in his car before you arrived to ensure he wouldn’t see you. Some of the team members smiled at your presence, knowing it would make Oscar happy. 

─── ⋆⋅✩⋅⋆ ───

The race had gone better than you could have imagined, Oscar having started seventh and finishing second. You cheered loudly, proud of his performance and excited to treat him after the race.

As he finishes up with post-race interviews, you slink back to the hotel, grabbing the key card to his room and slipping in. His room looked lived in as you navigated it, sliding off your jeans and folding them on the chair before slipping into his bed. 

It felt like hours had passed when you received a text from a friend on the McLaren team letting you know that Oscar had just left the paddock and was headed back to his hotel room. Your heart sped up with excitement, hands brushing through your hair, trying to fix any loose hairs. 

The black set you had on underneath was one of Oscar’s favourites, the lace cupping your breasts perfectly, the colour stark against your skin. You hoped his jersey on top would make him feel some sort of way. 

You heard a click, the door swinging open as Oscar sighed, he hadn’t seen you yet, toeing off his shoes at the doorway before walking in. He emptied his pockets onto the table and tousled his hair as you shifted in bed, his eyes snapping to the motion and sound. 

Your eyes locked with his, a small smile adorning your face. His eyes widened in shock, “Oh my god,” He murmured before nearly catapulting himself into bed with you, arms wrapping tightly around you as he buried his head into your neck. 

“You’re here,” He mumbled, placing a delicate kiss to the crevice between your neck and shoulder. 

“Congratulations, Oscar, you did so well. I’m so proud of you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close and praising him. 

“You watched?” He said shocked, pulling his head back to look at you. You pointed to the paddock pass sat atop your jeans on the chair. “You watched it live?” His voice octaves higher with surprise, “You didn’t come see me.” He pouted. 

“I wanted to surprise you, thought it would be fun,” you confessed, feeling a bit nervous suddenly. He dipped his head back into your shoulder, laughing. “I’m so happy you’re here you have no idea.” He spoke, trailing kisses up from your neck to your jaw as you lightly scratched his back, body still cooling from the race. 

His lips met yours, slow and hungry, his body impossibly pressing against yours. Days of desire pouring into his kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip as his teeth nipped your lip. You gasp, letting his tongue in as it licked over your own. Your hand trailing up into his hair, tugging lightly as he groans into your mouth, your thighs clenching at the noise.

His thigh slid between yours, pressing against you, Oscar’s body on top of yours, his tongue swirling with yours messily.

You whined against his mouth, heart racing as his hands slid across your hips holding them tight. You pull back to look up at him, lips glossy, eyes dark with want and his cheeks flushed. 

“You look so good in my shirt,” He mumbled, his lips trailing delicately on your neck as his hands pushed the shirt up, revealing your black lace panties that were nearly drenched from his kisses. “For me, darling?” he asked teasingly, his hands leaving the jersey midway up your stomach before grabbing your thighs and pushing them a bit farther apart. 

You nod, biting your lip as his fingers brush the inside of your thigh. “You’re so sweet to me,” He murmurs, giving short and sweet kisses between words. Your hands trail down his chest, fingers grabbing the waistband to his shorts, tugging open the button and sliding down the zipper. You peered up at him, his eyes following your hands, cock throbbing. Sliding out from under him, you stand to the side of the bed, his expression a little confused. 

“Sit back,” You asserted, grabbing your hair and pushing it to one side. Oscar swiftly moved, sitting back against the headboard, his legs spread as you climbed back onto the bed, sitting on your knees between his legs, leaning forward toward him. He watches you intently, grabbing his shirt and slipping it off, tossing it to the side, his heart racing. You tugged the top part of his shorts down, his boxers tight against his bulge as his breath hitched at the contact. You looked up at him, tugging his boxers down and pulling his cock out, tip leaking. 

You wrap a hand around him, thumb rubbing the slick precum from his tip over his cock as you pump him a few times, Oscar groaning. He slips a hand into your hair, brushing it away from your face. Leaning forward, you slide your tongue up the bottom side of his cock, eyes locked with his as you wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around him and savouring the tip. He lets out a ragged groan, “Fuck, baby.”

You moaned at his words, the noise reverberating through him. You let a little spit dribble onto his cock before sliding his length into your mouth, hands pumping whatever you can’t fit. “Shit, look at you,” Oscar mumbled, his hands tangling into your hair tighter, pushing your head down slightly as you gagged. Your head came back up, hands still pumping him wetly as you caught your breath, Oscar’s leg twitching at the sensations. His hand quickly stopped yours, letting out a sigh, his reddened tip leaking. Your thighs clenched, feeling sticky from your arousal. 

“What?” You giggled shyly, hands still slowly pumping him despite the resistance. “You’re gonna make me cum, darling,” He chuckled breathlessly. You opened your mouth, slapping his cock on your tongue a few times before slipping it back into your mouth all the way, your nose touching his body, his cock throbbing. Oscar let out a guttural groan, head slamming back against the headboard at the sight of you.

You pulled him out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you to him as you licked your lips. Oscar lifted his hips, sliding his shorts and boxer off in one smooth go, tossing them with his shirt as he beckons you closer. Crawling onto his lap, his hands grab your hips pulling you closer as his lips landed on yours, tongue sliding against yours, hotly tasting himself on your tongue. 

You moan into his mouth, feeling him press against your core. “Take ‘em off baby,” Oscar says, snapping the edge of your panties against your hip. Obeying, you tug them off, thighs slick with arousal as you drop the panties to the side before climbing back onto his lap. His hands return to your hips, your wet heat sliding against his cock, teasing him as he groans. His hands slide back, squeezing your ass and pushing you forward. 

“You look so good in my jersey, my name on your back,” his lips suckling light marks on your neck as you grind your hips. You get up on your knees, his cock popping up, tip meeting your entrance. Oscar grabs himself, rubbing against you teasingly wetting himself as you begin to settle. His tip slides in, your mind dizzying at the stretch. You slide your hands to his shoulders, slowly taking inch by inch till your hips meet his, Oscar mezmerized by you. 

“You’re so big, Osc, fuck,” You whine out, moving your hips back and forth getting comfortable with the stretch. 

“You can take it, baby,” He assures, his hand rubbing over the slight bulge evident on your tummy under his jersey, his eyes hooked onto it watching himself inside you, the other moving your hips. 

You whimper at the pressure, finally moving your hips up and down slowly, Oscar grabbing your hips as he groans, watching you bounce. Your hips moved slowly in a menacing pace, unintentionally teasing him. You clenched around him, moaning as he fucks up into you, hands holding you down. 

“C’mon baby, you’re doing so well for me,” He praised as you whined, “You want me to help you darling, need my help, hm?” 

You leaned forward, ass pushing back a little as your forehead fell to his shoulder, “Please Oscar, n-need it,” You whimpered, begging him as his cock throbbed. His hands tighten on your hips, surely leaving marks for the next morning. He pumps his hips up into you, your mouth leaving sloppy kisses on his neck as he hits a spot inside you making you whimper loudly. 

“Look at you taking my cock, darling.” He praises, hips pistoning at a brutal pace, your mind dizzy as you fail to answer, whimpers and moans spilling out, your hands grabbing his shoulders. 

“Missed you so much,” He groaned, slowing down his thrusts to a teasing pace dragging his cock before thrusting back up into you. “Osc… fuck.” You moaned, looking at him with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. He continued murmuring sweet praises, a knot building tight in your stomach, your inner thighs sticky as Oscar continued his dizzying thrusts. 

“You’re so good for me darling,” He groaned, his abs clenching, “Treating me to this sweet pussy, letting me fuck you like this,” His filthy words making your head spin as you whimpered. His cock filled you deliciously, feeling yourself clench around him as you tumbled closer to the edge. 

His jersey clung to your damp skin, your mouth slack as he fucked you, the slow drag of his cock leaving you breathless. “Pretty girl,” He mumbled, suckling another mark onto your neck before leaving a soft kiss to your lips, your mind far too fuzzy to kiss him back hungrily. 

“Osc I- fuck,” You whine, “I’m gonna cum,” You whimpered, your stomach tightening with need. “Cum for me baby, c’mon,” He teased, his one hand sliding between your thighs, rubbing slow circles on your clit as he continued thrusting his hips up into you. 

You feel your legs shake, clenching around him as you let go, mind fuzzy as you nearly collapse onto him, moans and the filthy slap of skin filling the air. Oscar’s hip faltered slightly, feeling you cum around him but he continued, his cock throbbing with need to finish.

“Your pussy was made for me, baby. Gonna let me cum?” He groaned, hips thrusting faster with need. You whimper at his words, too far gone to speak as you nod your head, biting your lip. 

“Let me fill that sweet pussy, darling.” Oscar moans breathlessly. His hips stutter as you tighten around him, his cock twitching inside you, warmth filling you as he groans. Oscar’s head drops to your shoulder, hips slowly fucking into you as his release filled you. He brings his head up, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, hand sliding comfortingly against your back as you feel his cum drip out of you and coat your thighs, a filthy sight that Oscar revelled at. 

“You’re so good to me, darling, I love you,” He praised, pushing the damp hairs off of your forehead and placing delicate kisses across your face as he pulled out slowly. You whined at the loss, feeling empty as he leaked out of you.

He let out a sigh, holding you closer, before moving to get up, still holding onto you. He places you down on the bed gently, quickly grabbing a cloth to wipe both of yourselves down before getting settled for bed. Slipping on a pair of boxers, he grabbed an extra t-shirt for you, helping you peel off the jersey and slip on the t-shirt before bed. 

Oscar slid into bed with you, your eyes fighting to stay open as you curled yourself around him, leg propping onto his hip, his arms bringing your body closer as he gently kissed you. 

“I love you, Osc.” you mumbled, kissing the tip of his nose before nuzzling it with your own. A small smile on his face as he pulled you impossibly closer. “I’m happy you came,” He spoke, cuddling into your hair, you couldn’t help the joke. “Oh, I am too.” You giggled, twisting his words lightheartedly. He chuckled, squeezing your hip at the innuendo, placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head before you both silently lulled to sleep. 

─── ⋆⋅✩⋅⋆ ───

Silverstone wasn’t all that bad, Oscar having placed fourth. 

Perhaps you were good luck, you thought, as Oscar ran over to you following the race, kissing you like he had never been happier.  

─── ⋆⋅✩⋅⋆ ───

[elliesanqel]

more loser!ellie please i need a part 2

needy, baby?

sypnosis; you’ve been out on patrol alot more often lately, and ellie, your girlfriend, was getting more needy for you the more you weren’t there and decides to make you aware. cw; sub/loser!ellie, soft dom!fem reader, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, praising, e!receiving all, men and minors dni. a/n; okay so i loved writing this one, i looove needy ellie and istg i was dry before seeing these pics 🤨 also, this is a longer oneshot (took me a whole week to write instead of a day)…so the smutty scenes are longer🥰 hope u enjoy! 💋

➝ masterlist

you stroll in through ellies garage door, closing it behind you as the heat from inside glides onto your skin, contasting the cold weather outside. your eyes scan through the room and immediately land on ellie who was laying on the bed, reading a book with her headphones on, listening to music. you immediately let a warm smile form on your lips, plumping up your cheeks. you drop your backpack off your shoulder and place it beside the door, next to ellies. you slide your shoes off, leaving them by the door.

as soon as you look at her, ellies eyes immediately met with your figure. a sigh of relief falling from her lips and she sits up, taking off her headphones and dropping her book, letting it close as she didnt care what page she was on, she was just happy to see you. she sits on the edge of the bed, urging you over to which you comply with a grin on your face.

“miss me?” you tease, standing inbetween her legs as her hands immediately move to grip your waist, pulling you closer as her arms wrap around you further. her cheek meets with your stomach, letting out a small ‘hmph’ into your hoodie. “mhm. of course i missed you, baby. been missin’ you alot lately.” she mumbles, her speech muffled by your hoodie, letting out another grumpy sigh as she spoke.

you frown, you were aware that you were being called on patrol alot more lately, but her words also made you feel a bit nervous to tell her what you’d found out before you arrived here. you rub the back of your neck, a nervous sigh falling from your lips. “well, uh…baby…?” you begin, your voice a bit stuttered. she lifted her head from your stomach, a frown forming on her face as her brows furrow, the tone in your voice setting her off for bad news.

“yeah?” she asks, her voice not showing an once of hopefulness. you rub your neck even more, taking a deep breath in as you felt her arms tighten around you further. “see…well, im not back for the night, yet. i’ve still got to go out and do one last patrol before someone else is put in the shift, and—” you spoke, your voice full of nerves but it was abruptly cut off by a very grumpy ellie.

“what?! again? but you’ve just got back—you’ve been on patrol so much this month. i’ve been missing you, wanting you, needing you, and i—” she spoke, her words showing evident sadness at each one she spoke. however, she cut herself off as she realised what she’d just said, her eyes widening and her lips ever so slightly parting as your eyes widened too.

a small grin forms on your lips as you speak. “needing me?” you ask, your voice falling low. ellie had to admit, you were very adept at making everything sound hot—and this was a prime example. her sadness was ephemeral as soon as she heard the change of tone in your voice and the expression on your face.

you were extremely pensive when it came ellies feelings, you knew all too well she got needy at times and you loved reassuring her. her eyes scanned your expression, looking for a sign of doubt, but there was none. “so you’ve been needy, baby?” you whisper now, your hands reaching to cup ellies neck as your thumbs caress soft circles on her smooth skin, your head slowly lowering to hers.

her cheeks flush a bright pink, her lips parting further. she saw no use in denying though, if it meant she could get what she wanted faster, then she’d comply. she nods slowly, her eyes flashing with desperation. “mhm…” she breathes out, her whole demeanour seeming to change the more heated the moment got and she could already feel herself getting wet because of you.

“fuuuck, i’ve been needing you so badly, its been torture without you here all the time like you used to be.” she half-whimpers out, her breath starting to grow ragged as she gulps, eyeing your perfect figure before her. you could tell you were making her nervous.

your grin only grows when she admits this—you couldnt help but read between the lines, even if there was nothing to really read between, but the thoughts that formed in your head only made you more desperate to please your needy girlfriend. you breathe in slowly, cupping her cheek with one hand as your other stays on her neck—your lips lowering closer as they brush over hers, your voice low.

you left no time for any sugar-coating—you straight up asked. knowing that one; it’d only mess with her more, and two; her answer would most likely make you just as wet as she was, but you were better at disguising it.

“did you ever touch yourself thinking of me, sweetheart?”

ellies voice hitches, her thighs instinctively trying to tighten to keep the heat pooling between them tame, but as you were stood right inbetween her legs, they only tightened around you instead, which was definitely an answer to your question—much like her reply.

“y-yeah.” she replies, her eyes almost fluttering shut but your tug on her chin made them snap right back open. she felt her chest begin to tighten, butterflies completely flooding her stomach as your lips brushed against hers. her cheeks flaring with redness.

she almost looked ashamed—like she’d just admitted to something completely abominable; only, she hadnt. not to you, anyway. to you it was hot, reallll fucking hot. it only caused more images to form in your head. the idea of her holding a picture of you in her hand while her other was sliding down her naked lower half, her legs sprawled apart on the bed as she layed on it, her fingers slipping up and down her already soaked folds and beginning to toy with her clit, causing herself to emmit needy whines and curses. the occasional moaning of your name as she was obviously wishing it was you who was touching her.

the way you imagined her slipping two fingers inside her throbbing hole, desperately pumping them in and out as it made loud squelching noises from how wet she was. the facial expressions she would’ve been making—brows knitted together, mouth agape, cheeks flushed, eyes either rolling back or squeezed shut. the needy ‘nghhh—shit…oh my fuuuuck’ she’d scream.

you loved how needy your girlfriend could get sometimes, she was so unbelievably hot when she was, she was also alot more vocal which turned you on even more. you were completely lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed ellie had been waiting for a response from you. your eyes snapped back to hers, looking at her up and down. you could tell she was wanting some reassurance from what she’d just admitted to you by her uncomfortable shifting.

“i’d better fix that then, hm?” you grin, laying a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back, eyesight level with hers. her cheeks flushed as you kissed her, her expression softening. she was about to ask something, but you stopped her before she could. “i’ll get someone else to do tonights patrol, don’t worry, princess.” you smirk, taking ellies hands off of your waist as slowly pushing her back on the bed as you began crawling on top of her.

she wasnt even able to react as you’d moved too quickly and suddenly you were on top of her, your thighs resting either side of her waist. you intertwined your hand with hers, pressing hers into the matress as you held it tight. your other hand swiped down, unbuttoning her skinny jeans and letting her help you slip them off along with her boxers.

her breath hitched once again, her eyes watching your every move as she felt the cool air against her heat. her eyes squeeze shut. “oh god…” she whispers, voice already sounding breathless. you grin, having not even touched her yet and she already sounded weak and tired. you inch your lips to brush against hers again, your voice low and dripping with tease. “want me to give you what you’ve been needing, sweetheart? want me to treat that pussy well?” you bite your bottom lip as you speak, her reaction to your words making your own pussy ache.

her breath stutters, her eyes flickering to your lips that were so close, before going back to your eyes. “yeah…p-please, baby. please.” she whispers, her breath hot against your lips. now, who were you to deny such beautiful manners?

your hand tightened on hers as it rested beside her head, your other trailing down and meeting with her heat, your fingers playing with her folds. her head instantly shot back, her eyes rolling. “oh my—ohh my fucking god…” she whines desperately. you’d barely even done anything yet and she was already whining like some loser.

your eyes soften. when you really thought about it, she was far from the tough facade people saw from the outside. she was genuinely your princess—you loved giving her that treatment, giving her what she wanted, she loved that too. the only truly dominant one in this relationship was you. she could be, but she loved the princess treatment more, and you could tell how much she loved you as she never let a single soul see this side of her.

your lips inch down to kiss her and she instantly reciprocated it, her lips gliding with yours as it instantly became sloppy and needy. your fingers began toying with her swollen clit, swirling it in soft circles which caused her to moan into your mouth and her hips buck up against your hand. you grin against her lips, your tongue gliding against her bottom lip to which she opened her own further, letting your tongue glide against hers, causing your own muffled sighs to escape.

your hand gripped hers tighter, smushing it into the pillow beneath her head as your fingers worked at a faster pace on her clit. all the while watching the way her face twists in pleasure as you kiss eachother passionately. you begin to urge two fingers now, slipping them effortlessly inside of her wet, aching pussy. you swore you could feel her walls instantly pulse around your fingers as you slid them inside of her.

this caused her to break the kiss, her head arching back in pure ecstasy as her eyes rolled back too, a croaked whimper escaping her throat. “oh, baby—oh fuuuck, keep going…faster.” she whines, hips bucking against your hand in a quicker pace.

she was in such a mess, and you were loving it. you decide to give her everything she wants, after all—she’d been needing you for ages now.

you pump your fingers faster, the pace making squelching noises from how she was already dripping with pre-cum. you curl them just right, making sure to press against her spongy spot with every pump which caused her mouth to completely fall open. “uuuhhh…” she whimpered, almost whore-like. “d-don’t stop. please don’t fucking stop…” she sighs out desperately, sounding hopeless and breathless. and you dont stop, continuing to pump your fingers at a rapid pace, all for your princess after all.

her body began shaking and you knew now that she was close—she didnt even have to say it. she could feel her stomach tighten, and you could feel her walls clenching around your digits. her eyebrows knitted together and her eyes clench shut, you could feel her hand tighten around yours, but you still held it against the pillow. “doing so well. come on baby, let go for me, yeah?” you urge, voice low as your lips glide against her ear.

you pump your fingers a few more times before her body jolts beneath you, her walls clamp down on your digits before she cums all over them. you grin against her ear, feeling her liquid pour down your hand. “fuck, you’re so hot. look at you, baby. you did so well for me.” you praise, because you know she loves that.

her eyes open slowly, her expression softening as her eyes met yours. “shit, baby…” she begins, her voice croaky, but you didnt let her finish. you pulled your fingers out of her dripping pussy, making her whine from the loss of contact, and you spread her legs further, moving yourself down her body. you lift her hoodie and press kisses down her stomach, all the way down to her still throbbing cunt, your mouth landing right above her heat.

she didnt even have time to say anything or react, your mouth hovering over her heat was enough to make her moan. your hand that was intertwined with hers never let go, you only gripped tighter, her free hand reaching down and tangling with your hair. “please… fuckkk, please sweetheart.” she begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

her begging kind of surprised you because you thought she might have been done—oh were you wrong. you took her pleading seriously, wasting no time in your lips making contact with her puffy clit, sucking it slowly. this caused her head to throw back with a gasp, but she immediately looked back down at you again, wanting to savour the sight. she was looking down at you with desperate eyes. she watched your own eyes looking up at her at you sucked on her clit, her hand tightening in your hair.

you grin against her pussy as she looks down at you eating her throbbing cunt out. your tongue immediately darts inside of her, tasting the cum from her earlier release. you dab in and out of her hole, your free hand coming down to play with her clit while your tongue works inside of her.

the mixed sensations throw her off completely, her eyes rolling to the back of her head if that was even possible, her hips beginning to grind against you mouth which you loved. her hand in your hand moved your head impossibly closer to her pussy, fucking up into your face which if you were honest, took you by surprise. however you weren’t complaining, if she had to use your mouth to get her off quicker then you were not going to stop her. who were you to deny her pleasure she was desperately craving?

“fuck! baby, oh my goddd—thats it!…” she cries out, her voice sounding as if she was going to lose it by this point, noticing how she was getting louder and louder. you couldnt reply from how hard she was fucking your face, the squelching noises only getting louder. she tasted so fucking good, and you just couldn’t get enough of her. your tongue continued abusing her aching hole—your fingers still circling her clit. it wasnt till you felt her body begin to shake again that you grinned against her heat.

her head leaned back into the pillow, her hand that was intertwined with yours tightening even more which seemed impossible. “g’nna cum, fuck, fuuuck—g’nna cum, princess…” she cries out, sounding like it took all her willpower to form that one sentence.

she bucked her hips into your face once more before they fell against the bed, letting you do all the work once more. along with your tongue inside her hole, you take the two fingers off her clit and slip them inside her, making her feel completely full. she couldnt even say anything, she just let out the loudest dragged whine and it turned you on so much.

her body shook more intensely, before finally jolting again and this time her cum shot out onto your tongue. her other hand tightened in your hair, making you fuck your tongue into her to ride out her second high, which left her body still shaking afterwards. you drank up every last drop she had to offer, savouring it like it was liquid fucking gold. which…it was to you.

you press one last kiss to her clit once you’d cleaned her up, her hand letting go of your hair as you crawl up to her, flopping beside her and taking her in your arms. she intertwined her body with yours, resting her forehead against your own. she takes a deep breath, talking lowly as her soft eyes meet with your own.

“i love you, so fucking much. might tell you about all the other times i’ve been needy.” she speaks softly, a grin smacked across her lips. you smile at her words, feeling like you’d done her well.

you laugh softly, eyes still on your girlfriend. “i love you more. anything for my girl.”

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Johnny Lawrence’s daughter

Johnny Lawrence x daughter!reader

warnings: alcohol, underage drinking, classic johnny sexism <3

a/n: WHAT! ME write a fic thats not gn, i know. im shocked too but its just bc i feel johnny is so gender-stereotypey that doing this gn wouldn’t work very well but very open to a son!r or nb!r if anyone is interested (bc seriously. johnny cannot help but bring up genders). also i just want to say that a lot of this (not all!) honestly reminds me of or are actual things that have happened w my dad bc johnny is literally my dad if my dad was like 8 years older i think also i wrote this all in one sitting ALSO NO COBRA KAI SEASON 6 SPOILERS

prompt:

GIRL DAD!

you always kinda just gravitated toward living with your dad

“y/n, i’m so proud of you. i never have to worry about you. you can take care of yourself. robby on the other hand, i worry about him. i think girls are just more self sufficient” -johnny, a little drunk

“thanks dad” -you, also a little drunk (hes a “cool dad”)

he was the type of parent that “prefers that if you’re gonna do something stupid at least do it while he’s around” aka underage drinking

whenever he stays out late you fall asleep in his bed. and lock him out

“y/n! open the door!” -johnny, banging on the door

“no! your bed is more comfortable” -you

he thought it was sweet honestly but he did want to sleep in his bed

sort of like a lesson not to come home late all drunk and gross

he was VERY against letting you drive his car

“dad, i need my license!” -you

“no woman is getting behind the wheel of my firebird” -johnny

“why do you have to make it about women? i’ll fight you” -you

“you’ll lose that fight” -johnny

“oh, so you’d fight a teenage girl? wow, real classy, dad” -you

“no, but i’d fight my teenage daughter. i brought you into this world and i’ll take you out” -johnny

you honestly had a great sense of humor with johnny, but you’d check him if he said anything too messed up

“dad, it’s not the 80’s anymore, you can’t say that” -you

“dont tell me what i can and cant say! the 80’s were awesome, i wish it was the 80’s again” -johnny

“so i’ve heard” -you

he helped you with your homework as a kid until like, 2nd grade when multiplication and division got involved

he did teach you karate growing up! but mostly the basics, for self defense purposes

“hey, never let any guy try to impress you with his karate skills. he’s probably a douche” -johnny, pausing “i sure was”

late night movie marathons (70s/80s classics for sure)

he took care of you during your first hangover (high school parties, ya know)

“didn’t i teach you better than to mix liquors” -johnny

“ugghhhh” -you

yes, you have heard about daniel larusso. enough said LMAO

robby and you had a kind of sweet but distant relationship

occasional check-in texts

robby: are you doing okay with dad? he’s actually buying food and shit?

you: yeah! he’s fine right now, how’s mom? new stepdad yet? is he rich?

robby: mom’s not going anywhere she’d find a rich guy, but keep dreaming

you wear a lot of your dad’s old t-shirts. usually band tee’s

oh and he made sure you got into the “right music”

he used to drive you around in the firebird when you were a SMALL CHILD (front seat, no car seat!) and blast his old cassettes

for YEARS he’d pull the “who is this” “what song is this” game with the reasoning:

“if you wear a band shirt and some asshole asks you to name three songs, i want you to name ten” -johnny

listen. you were still “daddy’s girl” or whatever used to be a cute little saying and is now ruined but whatever

“dad, can i have twenty bucks?” -you

“for what” -johnny

“for fun. pleaseeee” -you

*johnny pulls out his wallet and gives you $40*

could he afford it? no. can he say no? also no.

the absolute fear he felt when you got your first period

“it’s fine, i can call mom” -you

“no, it’s not fine! i’ve had girlfriends before, i got this. stay here, i’ll be back” -johnny

he went to the store and bought the most random assortment of period products and pain meds and snacks and a heating pad

A for effort

when the diaz family moved in across from you guys, miguel took one look at you and johnny said:

“stay away from my daughter”

when the karate fuss got started you tried to keep your distance but sooner or later you joined the dojo and proved to your dad just how “badass” you could be

“take notes everyone, y/n’s gonna be the next all valley champ!” -johnny

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[caffeinewitchcraft]

i love your writing so so so much, all of your stories, shot and long, are so entertaining to read and i like the style of them very much :D

but how do you keep your work so bitsesized? especially the ones from prompts- usually the ones I write from a prompt end up being pages and pages even when I try to keep them short? most of your prompt fiction is quite short, and im wondering how you manage that?

again, love your work so very much :]

Thank you so much for reading!

The answer is a lot of practice. I used to do these timed writes on here called "caffeine challenges" where I'd write on one prompt for one hour. I'd use the time to pace myself and put a beginning, middle and end on something during that time. Then I'd do a round of editing to flesh it out.

I've also answered a similar question before here(X) That was in 2017 though so I have some new thoughts (and use a lot less exclamation points lmaooo)

In that post, I say "magnify, not condense." I think a lot of times people try to put Big Ideas into small formats and then get frustrated when it feels flat on the page. It's totally okay to write longer pieces! But if you're looking to write something under 5k, make sure that the skeleton you're trying to fit in there doesn't need to break some bones first.

Short stories require a lot of trust in your audience. I'm very fortunate that the people who read my work are fantasy/fanfic people who understand what I mean when I write things like "No more dead girls." In that example, I'm relying on the audience's knowledge of the trope where women die to enhance character backstories or elevate the stakes.

Let's take a look at an example of what writing looks like when you trust your audience to varying degrees.

#1

Snow White was used to answering doors. It came from being a princess, even one as neglected as her. There were often advisors and court ladies coming to see her and ply her with gifts to use her minimal influence in their favor. The day she turned twelve was like that. A swarm of visitors filled her parlor, so many that the maids had to wake her at dawn to see the first and she didn't see the last until nearly midnight.

Then, again, the day her father remarried. She'd thought she'd get to sleep in that day, considering how her new stepmother was already looking at her, but the first knock sounded before she had even washed her face. That time was harder. Those visitors didn't bring her gifts and well wishes. Instead, they brought warnings couched in advise.

You will need allies, princess, when the Queen has an heir.

Meaning they thought she wouldn't last once the Queen did. The joke there was that Snow White did last and every year the Queen remained barren the knocks increased. The moment it began to look like Snow White would inherit...well.

No one expected the King to fall ill so quickly.

After that, she had a lot of visitors wearing all black. Mourning periods last a year in the Kingdom. Snow White rose with her visitors instead of the sun.

So when the knock came - three triple knocks and three taps - waking her from sleep, she didn't think about how she was in the forest or that it was very early or that the dwarves only knocked when their hands were too full of gems and they had to use their feet to kick the iron plate nailed to the bottom of the door.

"Come in," she said, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes. The bed was situated in the far right corner of the room, diagonal to the door. Whoever entered would be able to see her rumpled state. No one would enter her bed chamber that wasn't supposed to - only a maid, probably. Or a-- Her eyes shot open. Her heart skipped a beat. There weren't any maids here. No officials, no nobles, no advisors. The door handle twisted first one way. Then the other.

The dwarves' warning rushed back to her too late. Never answer a call in this forest. Did it matter that she was half-asleep?

Apparently not. The latch clicked when it fell and the door slowly began to move.

It creaked open which it shouldn't have considering how often the dwarves oiled the hinges. It was almost like there was a great weight monster on the other side of it, straining and straining against the wood. Snow White could feel this presence now as she jerked out of bed and stumbled to her feet in the center of the room. Did she have time to grab a pot from the hearth to use as a weapon? Should she push the door closed?

Too late. The door opened.

There was a witch on the other side.

#2

"Come in," Snow White said, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes. She froze. She heard the knock after she'd already spoken and she cursed old instincts as she leapt out of bed. In this new place, deep into the forest, no one would knock like that on her door, not at this house, not in that sly, triple-knocking pattern.

She wasn't a princess now. She was a girl in the forest. The dwarves gave her one warning. Only one.

Never answer a call in this forest.

The door knob twisted. Right. Left. Her feet faltered on a step towards the door. Then on a step away. Her eyes jerked to the pots in the kitchen. Should she..?

Too late. The door opened.

There was a witch on the other side.

#3

The instincts from her time in the castle woke before she did. Snow White flung herself out of bed and into the center of the room. Someone had knocked. She had sleepily invited them in.

Never answer a call in this forest.

Her eyes darted to the twisting door knob then to the pots in the kitchen. Her shaking legs couldn't decide whether to run forward or back. Or maybe--

Too late. The door opened.

There was a witch on the other side.

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(Forgive any errors, this is a quick example)

In my mind, those three options do very different things. The first example fits in a longer piece. Maybe a novella (30k words). It gives us a deeper look into Snow White's past and takes care to lay out the context for why she invites the visitor in. I consider this style of writing very gentle. It's a slower pace and gives the audience a lot to work with. Even if a reader skimmed this example, they'd probably end up at the same place of understanding as someone who read it more thoroughly.

The second would my preferred as someone who writes short stories between 4k and 10k words. It gives us a hint about why she opened the door (old instincts... not a princess anymore...) but not specifically why (it doesn't give us the scenes of visitors in her parlor). It trusts the audience to understand that Snow White had visitors because she was a princess, therefore princesses must have a lot of visitors for one reason or another. Then when it comes time to flee or fight, her thought process is implied rather than shown. (Should she...?) It invites the audience to panic and plan with her, but doesn't tell them how she does it.

The last would be something I might use in a flash fiction piece. To be honest, it would probably be my opening. By opening with Snow White flinging herself out of bed, only belatedly realizing she'd invited someone in, I'm trusting the audience to understand a lot. That she was sleeping and was woken abruptly, that Snow White is filled with adrenaline by the realization, that she had received a warning (and because it is Snow White, the audience might understand it was from the dwarves), and now she must fast the consequence of unwittingly ignoring it. It sets a punishingly fast pace for both Snow White and the audience.

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Sorry for the long read! The TLDR is that in order to keep my work bite-sized, I pretend that the person reading my story is me. That they've read all the stories I have and that I don't need to explain every moment deeply for them to understand the stakes/character.

The bonus is that if I do it like that, then when I do dive deeply into the character (usually at the climax) it has more impact and leaves the story feeling well-rounded.

Thanks for reading and sorry for rambling! I was a lot more succinct in 2017

[fictoweirdoesten]

@xavislighnluv asked:

"Hi! May I ask some fic about lads men reacting to MC crashout due to BPD splitting episode with hallucinations?"

Lads Men Reacting to MC Hallucinating During/After a BPD Splitting Episode ♡

general cw: gn! mc/reader. bpd episodes. splitting. hallucinations. miscommunications. swearing. angst but comfort/fluff later on.

Zayne cw: auditory hallucinations. s/h (scratching). (i cooked a little too hard with zayne mb)

Xavier cw: tactile hallucinations. maybe mischaracterization(?) xavier is oblivious. arguing. tara mention.

Rafayel cw: visual hallucinations. use of firearms.

Caleb cw: tactile hallucinations. lowkey toxic (they both have bpd leave them alone). arguing. threatening with evol.

Sylus cw: auditory and visual hallucinations. lowkey comedic because I couldn't come up with what to write for this guy. stalking. luke and kieran mention. mf mephisto.

a/n: I HOPE I'm not writing anything that's offensive or insensitive to those who suffer from hallucinations! (really wish I didn't split on my ex-fp who suffered from psychosis rn 😭). I did my best to research and to read people's experiences who went through hallucinations (specifically those who also have bpd). Thank you for the ask, I really appreciate it and I hope I didn't disappoint either :)

also this is not proofread im sorry ive written this the whole day and im very sleepy forgive me 🧎

Zayne kept canceling his plans with you.

Yes, he was a cardiac surgeon, so of course there were times when something came up or he was called in to work and couldn't make it.

But those days kept adding up.

“Sorry dear. I can't make it to our dinner tonight. Reschedule for another time?”

But all he's been doing nowadays is “rescheduling”. That fear of abandonment you loathed started rearing its ugly head. You tried painfully to ignore it, but you've learned by now that it never goes away, and it only gets worse with avoidance. You started isolating yourself from your colleagues. You cared less about your hygiene, too. “Why should I if he's not ever coming over,” you'd tell yourself, curling back into your bed as you hugged your knees, the feeling of inadequacy and self-doubt plaguing your thoughts as you struggled to go to sleep night after night now.

You couldn't take it anymore. You needed Zayne before you got worse.

Zayne woke up to his alarm going off. He grabbed his phone to turn it off, but then he glanced at the time and realized he overslept. He didn't have time to check his phone. Didn't have time to notice the 20 something walls of texts you sent him, or the missed calls he received from you late at night. Hours went by as he never responded to you, never even read your messages. It was a busy day at Akso Hospital again, and he barely had time to even eat lunch.

But to you, it was a sign of abandonment.

Was he tired of you now? Was he canceling his plans because of work, or was it just an excuse not to see you this entire time?

You stared at the texts you sent him for what seemed like an hour, waiting for a sign that he at least read your messages. But nothing. You sent him another text to see if he had blocked you, but the text went though.

Is he ghosting you?

You felt nauseous, throwing your phone who knows where and curling yourself into a ball once more. Why did he lie to you? Why did he tell you everything was fine if it wasn't?

Why were you like this? Why were you so unlovable that everyone you came close to eventually left you?

“Darling?” You jumped up, eyes scanning the room for Zayne…but he wasn't there. You tense up, chest heaving as you slowly lay back down.

“I love you.”

Tears start flowing down your cheeks at his voice, his sweet words. You were clearly hallucinating, but you couldn't help feeling emotional hearing “his” voice in the same room as you again. It's been so long.

“Zayne,” you called out to him, but you got no response from this voice of his, so you called out to it again, desperation etched in your voice this time, but still no response. You sobbed, squirming in your bed, face buried in your hands. After a while, the voice came back, but it was nastier.

“I don't love you.” It’d say, over and over again. You started to claw your nails at your face, letting out a whimper as your migraine became worse, the mental and physical pain almost unbearable to deal with anymore.

No one was there to help you, to rescue you.

—

Zayne hops out of his car, barely remembering to close and lock the door as he rushes to your apartment door, ignoring the confused and judgemental looks from people around him.

Guilt ate at him the moment he saw your texts, the missed calls. They were all cries for help. How did he not notice that you were hurting this entire time? Zayne was terrible at communication, but damnit, he tried. He loves you, and if loving you meant stepping out of his comfort zone, he would without any hesitation.

But even that wasn't enough.

He bangs at your front door, but you don't answer. Zayne curses under his breath, fumbling with his keys as his fingers tremble. He finally found your key and held it in his hand before moving to unlock your door. He swings the door open, eyes darting all over your living room for signs of you, but you weren't there.

He searches for you in the kitchen, the hallway bathroom, until he makes it to your room and swings the door open.

And there you were, curled up, unresponsive as you stared up at the ceiling, as if you didn't even notice he was in your apartment this entire time.

“Darling?”

You flinch at his voice, assuming that it was another one of your hallucinations again. But then he walks up to you cautiously and kneels down beside your bed. He's scared to touch you, assuming that you're dissociating. But the minute you turn over to look at him, he relaxes a bit, hand moving to your face as his thumb brushes over the fresh scars.

“You hate me,” you mutter, and he frowns at your words, his hazel eyes staring at you with a mix of concern and worry. He realizes soon after that you must be going through an episode. His thumb moves away from your scars and to your bottom lip, rubbing against it gently.

“And who told you that?”

“You.” His brow raises at your response, and his thumb pauses on your lips.

“Is it because I kept canceling our plans?”

“Not just that,” you mutter, and he leans in closer to you as he awaits your response. “Your voice. It kept telling me that you didn't love me anymore.”

“...My voice?” He questions, and for a while, he just stares at you. He never remembers telling you that. He's lost in thought as he ponders on what you meant, what you could be referring to, until an answer finally comes to him.

“My love…are you hallucinating?” He watches as you slowly nod. He lets out a sigh, moving further onto the bed, hovering over you, but not completely caging you in.

“I know you distrust me, and I understand. But I really have been busy for weeks now.” When you don't move away from him, or show signs of discomfort, he leans in, kissing your forehead before resting his own forehead against yours. “I know my words are useless, as I am sure many people have promised you things and never followed through. But I am not them. I love you dear, and I'll do anything to win your trust again.”

You don't respond, and he's fine with that. It was better than you pushing him away, telling him to leave or shouting at him. He slid away from you, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“If you want, I'll give you space. But I'll always be waiting for you.”

He stands up, ready to leave, but then you reach out and grab his hand. He looks back at you, but you don't look at him. Your eyes are bleak, your expression unreadable. His heart aches at the sight, but he's also happy that you stopped him from leaving. He lays down beside you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you against him. He buries his face into your hair, letting out a hum.

“Thank you.”

A new Hunter had joined UNICORNS. Chelsea, you think. At first, she was sweet, smiling at everyone she met with an optimistic attitude.

But then you started to notice how close she was getting to Xavier.

At first she'd giggle at every other sentence he said, even if nothing was funny. Then she got more bold, grazing her hand against his arm or slapping her hand lightly against his chest. It pissed you off, but what pissed you off a lot more was how nonchalant Xavier was about it. He didn't stop her from touching him. Didn't seem to set any boundaries, even if you were standing right beside him.

It was an automatic trigger for you.

You started distancing yourself from Xavier. You didn't sit with him for lunch. You didn't answer his texts as quickly as you once did, and you avoided his calls all together. Xavier noticed your change in behavior, but he didn't say anything to you about it. His seemingly disinterested behavior towards you pushing him away was the final straw. Once idealizing Xavier and viewing him as an absolute saint who would never wrong you, you suddenly viewed him as the total opposite. Someone who betrayed and lied to you, who used you and discarded you the moment someone else came into his life.

But to Xavier, that was absolutely not the case at all.

He was stressed out about your sudden distance from him, but he didn't know how to approach you about it. He felt awkward whenever he would bump into you during work, and how you would blatantly avoid him as if he wasn't there. He wanted to reach out and grab your arm, to ask you what was wrong and to never let go of you until you gave him an acceptable answer. He wanted to pull you into a hug and dispel whatever was troubling you.

Xavier decided to ask Tara about it one morning, so they met up and talked about it over coffee and pastries at the local Cafe.

“Weeell…they could be splitting,” Tara ponders as she sips her iced coffee, “Buut they aren't distant towards me, so maybe you triggered them somehow.”

Xavier stares at Tara blankly. What did he do to trigger you? He leans back against his seat, lost in thought as he tries to remember something that would've upset you the week before you started acting distant towards him.

Tara sighs, shaking her head as she rolls her eyes at Xavier. “Uhm, maybe the new Hunter would be a good place to start?” Xavier's eyes widen. He rests his chin on his palm, staring down at the table with a slight pout. “Really? I don't feel anything towards her though-”

“But you sure don't make that obvious,” Tara cuts in, and Xavier meets her fiery gaze once more. “Seriously! What kinda man lets some woman who he's ‘supposedly not into’ touch all over him?”

Xavier was an idiot. An oblivious, dumb idiot.

He was so disinterested in Chelsea that he didn't even notice her touches or giggles were flirtatious in any way. But how was he going to explain that to you without sounding like a complete asshole and a liar?

Xavier knocks on your door, a bouquet and chocolates in his hands as he waits for you to answer.

But all he gets is silence, with the occasional sound of a car passing by.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling through his nostrils. “Open the damn door. I know you're in there.” He didn't shout, but he did raise his voice, loud enough for you and the whole hallway to hear him. He continues banging at the door with his fists, not caring for the disturbance he's causing others. You swing the door open moments later, staring daggers at him. “May I come in,” he simply asks, extending his hands out to give you the bouquet and chocolates, but you refuse, standing right at the door with your arms crossed.

“What do you want, Xavier? ‘Surprised Chelsea isn't clinging to you right now-”

“Please? Can you just hear me out, Star?” Xavier pleads, his big doe eyes looking down at you that almost makes you pity him. Almost.

“Ya’ could've pleaded your case days ago, but instead you were too busy looking deep into her eyes instead of mine!” You begin to raise your own voice now, but yours was bordering on a shout. You felt hot, days of pent-up anger suddenly coming out all at once. Especially considering your emotional dysregulation? All hell was about to break loose, and Xavier prepares himself for it as he clenches his fists. “Leave, Xavier! I want nothing to do with lying scumbags!”

“Hey-!” But you were already beginning to shut the door in front of him. The bouquet and flowers he was holding dropped to the floor as he extended his hand out to stop the door from closing, leaning down until your face’s were inches apart from each other.

“Don't shut me out.”

His voice was low and hoarse, almost like a growl. His blue eyes stare deep into your own eyes. Waiting. But you just stare at him, face red with anger, hands trembling as tears start to flow down your cheeks. He relaxes, frowning at your frustration.

“Star, I wasn't into her, I never was.” He picks up the stuff he dropped on the floor, turning back to you. He nudges his way beside you, and you don't stop him, but you don't turn around either. He places your gifts on the coffee table before walking over to you and taking your hand into his and moving you away from the door.

“Listen to me, please?” You don't say anything, don't even look at him. You stare at nothing. He starts to worry, his hands moving to your shoulders after he closes the door behind you, an attempt at grounding you. “A-Are you okay?”

As soon as he asks that, you shake, stepping away from him and clawing at your skin as you grimace. “What's wrong,” he asks, stepping closer to you cautiously. You shake your head, but the scratching doesn't stop. He hugs you tightly, his arms wrapping around your back, preventing you from scratching your skin further.

“Crawling. Something's crawling all over me, Xavier. It won't go away.”

He nods, his hands rubbing all over your back, trying his best to soothe you. “I'm…I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot. I should have never let her get close to me like that.” You feel something wet on your neck, and you assume that what you're feeling is a part of the hallucinations you're currently experiencing. But then you hear Xavier sniff, his face nuzzling into your neck as he lets out a quiet whimper. “I'll only love you. No one else could ever steal my heart like you have. My light, please don't leave me.”

You start to feel the crawling sensation ease up as time passes by. He slightly pulls away from you, his eyes red and glistening from his tears as he checks to make sure you're okay.

“Is the crawling gone…?” You nod, and he smiles, taking your hand into his once more as he pulls you towards the bedroom as he lets out a yawn.

“Mmmh, tired. Time to go to sleep now.”

And well, you didn't know if you could truly forgive him right away, but you were tired as well, so you relented, allowing him to walk you to the bedroom.

You weren't answering your phone.

Texts, calls, even emails, you didn't respond to any of them. He figured you were going through another splitting episode again, so he decided to distract himself with his painting as he waited for you to return to him like you always would.

But it's been two days now, and you still never reached out to him.

He was already anxious about your absence, but now he was concerned too. He wasn't going to sit around and wait for you to come to him, so he came to you, not even bothering to knock on your door as he let himself in with the key you gave him to your apartment.

“Cuuutie?” He calls out, walking inside and looking around for you. He hears the sound of a gun cocking, and he freezes, eyes widen as he glances over to find you aiming at him.

“Duck!” And he does just that. He hears you shoot, and as you do that he brings out his daggers, turning around and-

There's nothing there.

He turns back to you, and notices your chest heaving as you stare at something on the wall. It's a good thing the walls are thick, or else you would've shot at something that was real.

“Hey, what are you-”

“Why won't this Wanderer just die!” You scream, arms shaking as they soon grow tired. Rafayel reaches out and tilts the head of the gun down before removing it from your hands entirely. “There's no Wanderer in here, Cutie.”

You blink at him, confused. This Wanderer has been troubling you ever since your episode began, and it drove you crazy. Is that why your Hunter's Watch never warned you?

“So how…?”

“You still got that canvas and paint set I gave you,” he asks as he sets the gun down on the coffee table. You nod, pointing at the direction of the easel outside on your balcony.

He brings everything inside. The easel, the canvas, and the set of paint and brushes. He sets everything up for you, sitting the chair in front of the easel before gesturing for you to sit down.

“Why not paint what you're seeing? It'll help me understand more.” So you do, and he watches intently, his expression becoming more and more disturbed as he sees the hallucination on the canvas that's been bothering you. It doesn't look like a Wanderer at all, or at least anything he's ever seen. Fully black from head to toe, tall, lanky, and with no facial features at all. The only thing that gives it away is the red dot in the middle of its chest, which Rafayel assumes is supposed to be its protocore.

“My poor bodyguard,” Rafayel kisses your temple, one of his hands resting on the side of your face. He peppers you with kisses, making up for the last three days he couldn't see you. “Has this thing really been bothering you this whole time? And I didn't know about it?” You nod, turning your face so that you bury yourself into his neck. “It's towering over us,” you whisper, trembling slightly. He hums, picking you up and carrying you over to the couch. He sits you on top of his lap, one of his hands moving to the back of your head, burying your head in his chest as he rocks you.

“It's okay. No stupid looking monster's gonna hurt my partner. I'll protect you.”

The two of you stay cuddled up until the hallucination finally goes away, and the rest of the day is spent making up for lost time.

The two of you had gotten into a pretty nasty argument earlier while you were in the middle of a splitting episode…

“You don't give a single shit about me!” You shouted, grabbing your essentials and stomping to the front door. “I ask that you at least text me everyday before work and apparently that's too much for you, Colonel! Just say you hate me!”

“Don't let me use my evol, pipsqueak!” He shouted back, walking just as fast as you were with less effort due to how tall he was compared to you. He catched up to you just as your hand reached for the doorknob, his own hand moving on top of yours, stopping you from leaving. “Just fuckin’ listen to me, please!”

You turned around to face him, staring daggers at him as he let out a sigh. “I couldn't message you those past three days because they suddenly assigned me to work in Deepspace.” He eyed the conflicted expression on your face, the glint of guilt in your eyes. He lowered his voice, shoulders relaxing as he rested his hands on your shoulders. “I don't blame you for reacting like this, for getting upset. I'm sorry that I left you alone like that, but damnit, it irritated me as well, okay?” He watched as you reluctantly nodded, dropping the bag that you were carrying on the floor before moving your head to rest on his chest. He smiles, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

“Let's get some sleep.”

But you couldn't sleep, not when you suddenly felt a pricking sensation on your legs, like a thousand needles picking at your skin. You were squirming, letting out a groan that woke Caleb up immediately.

“Hey Hey, what's wrong pips?” He asks, and you whimper in response, discomfort ridden on your face. He knew what was wrong the second he saw the look on your face. His hands move to your thighs, caressing them gently like he did when you were kids. “Hallucinations again?” You nod, and he hums in response. “Well, you're a little too old for me to read you to sleep now, unless-” You pinch his cheek, and he chuckles, leaning closer to press a kiss to your nose as he lets out an exhale. “Alright Alright, I'll stop teasin’ ya.”

The two of you lay beside each other, watching a movie to distract you from the sensation at your legs. He never stopped his messaging, but it was slower now, almost idle.

“Hey, for breakfast, should I cook-”

He pauses when he glances over and notices that you were asleep, drool escaping your lips and onto his shoulder that you were resting your head on. He didn't mind, in fact he found it adorable, pulling up the camera app on his phone and taking a picture of your sleepy state.

“Night baby,” he whispers, and he closes his own eyes, dozing off a few minutes later.

“Boss man, we-” “-Have no idea where they went off to!”

Sylus groans, dismissing Luke and Kieran with a flick of his wrist.

He was starting to get annoyed at your sudden absence.

You weren't in your apartment, Mephisto made sure of it, and now the twins can't find you either. But Sylus would find you eventually, that was certain.

He just didn't expect to find you so soon, and willingly, either.

You stand at his front door, staring up at him with a blank look in your eyes, reminiscent of the look you'd often give him when the two of you first met.

He swallows whatever guilt it was threatening to rise up his throat.

“Kitten? Where were y-”

“I need to get my stuff.” You nudge past him, walking towards the stairs. He walks behind you, eyeing your form and the way you avoid looking at him as you walk up the steps.

“Did I upset you somehow?” He asks, that nonchalant tone in his voice that grinds your gears. Your grip tightens on the railing of the stairs as you continue to walk, deciding not to say anything to avoid you lashing out at him.

He doesn't say anything else to you, but he still follows you.

You walk into his room, searching around for something with an irritated look on your face. You were growing impatient, and the tall man staring at you from across the room didn't help either.

“Mephisto didn't see you at your apartment today.”

“Oh, so you're admitting to stalking me huh?” There was an edge to your voice as you continue to look around the room, beads of sweat falling down your face as you felt your anger quickly rising.

“Stalker? Funny coming from the Borderline that stalked me.”

You freeze at his words. Sylus smirks, approaching you slowly as his index finger taps just below his temple.

“You were at the auction, weren't you sweetie?”

You don't respond, and you don't have to. He towers over you now, crimson eyes staring down at you, but you refuse to look at him.

“Turn around,” he commands, but you don't listen. He scoffs at your rebellious attitude, but he's had enough of your games now. He kneels, finding your wrist and turning you around to face him fully. He lets go of your wrist and uses that hand to grip your jaw, tilting your head up and forcing you to look at him.

“That woman that you saw with me was just a client. I didn't allow her to get too close, just close enough to convince her to trust me.”

You stare at him, your anger slowly dissipating at his explanation. You part your lips to say something, but then a figure appears behind Sylus. It's distorted, barely even has a shape as it stares back at you with a creepy grin on its face.

“He's lying.”

Sylus notices that your gaze is suddenly elsewhere, and he turns back to see what you're looking at. But there's nothing there.

“What are you looking at…?”

“My hallucination. It says you're lying to me.”

Sylus turns back around to face you, his expression a mix of shock and worry. Were you joking around with him? But you look serious, staring at him deadpan.

“How can I convince it to trust me then?”

He watches you shrug.

“What's it saying right now?”

You look beside him once more, before turning back to him.

“It's telling me to kill you.”

Sylus stares at you with an unreadable look on his face. Scared of his life, assumingly. You try your best to stifle a laugh as you stand and make your way over to the door, stopping at the door frame before turning around with a smile.

“Just kidding. My hallucinations only last for a few seconds. It told me to kill you earlier today, though.”

Sylus watches as you walk away. You were serious, that was certain, but he was happy to hear you banter with him once more.

“Luke, Kieran.”

They zoom into his room, almost tripping themselves as they halt in front of him.

“Yes boss,” they say in unison.

“Research what hallucinations are…and how to deal with someone who has them.”

“Yes…boss,” they say in unison.

[hitomisuzuya]

Hello!!! I hope youve been doing well 💜

this is super self indulgent but harbinger scara that took a like to one of his subordinates... so he just keeps her in his room (or just close to him) and away from danger 🤭 both fluffy and smutty please

also, unrelated but, kudos to you because I was convinced i did NOT like bully fics and the one you wrote completely changed my mind 😭 safe to say im very much looking forward to part 2 🙂‍↕️ all your works are crazy awesome 🫶

fatui!scaramouche x fem!reader. fluffy smut. soft!dom scara. creampie. nipple play.

i really did enjoy writing this request. do not worry about self indulgent requests. i self indulged writing this lol. and i did? i actually feel flattered, thank you so much!

the balladeer's pet. that's what you are known as both inside and outside his squad. you can usually be seen following right him, and being quite frankly the bravest person his squad has ever seen given his temperament. scaramouche is a very possessive man however.

the word is so full of scary things, scary things that threatened to jump out from any corner and take you away from him. he knows you are strong, but it's because you are strong that you need him to protect you. if he is feeling particularly strongly about that on given days, or saying no to you coming on a dangerous mission with him, he keeps you stashed away in his room.

of course you could come and go as you pleased and do as you liked, but you had to start and end the day in his room. and he usually has a few eyes on you whenever you go out, whether you know it or not.

scaramouche is walking with a purpose. it was more than a couple of hours later in the night from when he said he would be back to you. and that made him anxious. he hates being away from you. despises it like he despises sweets. especially when he needs you in more than one way.

"scara, you are back! i missed you," you greet as you sat up in bed. your heart really does flutter seeing him after he has left you alone for a few days.

"what you are still doing awake? you should be sleeping," he scolds, sighing as he took off his hat. his cheeks flush seeing you wearing only one of his shirts and panties.

"i didn't want to go bed without you," you insist. you would've waited up for him regardless of whether he was late or not.

"you missed me, huh?" sitting on the bed next to you, he gently pushes you back down onto the bed. "say it again," he crawls on top of you, his lips brushing against your neck. "say you missed me."

"i missed you," you repeat, shivering as his tongue flicks against your pulse. you tilt your head to the side, giving him better access to lick and nip at your neck.

"hm, again," scaramouche's hand trails down to the hem of your shirt, bunching it up off your chest. the tip of his tongue flicks against your nipple. you let out a shaky sigh, moaning softly as he scoops the sensitive bud into his mouth to suck on it.

he has had a long and frustrating couple of days. the one thing he needs right now is you. to bury his cock into your warm cunt and make you moan for him.

"i missed you, scara," you moan as he prods his tongue on your nipple. his cock throbs hearing how cute you sounded. it never took him long to make you moan by sucking on your nipples.

he only grows needier feeling you squirm beneath him. the sensation of his tongue on your nipple made your clit swell and throb as your panties grow wet between your legs.

switching his attention to your other nipple, his hand slides down to your panties, taking his time skimming his fingers down your skin. your flesh soft, warm, and pliable to him. "so wet already for me," he teases as moves your panties aside. his fingers part your drooling folds to find your clit.

"i always miss you," your moans get louder in octave as your hips move to grind your clit on his fingers. wrapping your arms around him, you card your fingers through his soft hair.

scaramouche can't take the aching in his cock anymore. sitting up, he grabs your wrist, and pulls up up onto your knees in front of him. his lips find yours in a dominant kiss, groaning when you open your mouth for his tongue. his kisses are deep, open mouthed and passionate.

his lips hardly ever leave yours as he hastily tugs his shirt over your head. "such a good girl, practically gift wrapping yourself for me," he pushes you back down on your back, peeling your panties off your pussy before hastily discarding his clothes.

he chuckles seeing the blush dust your cheeks. hearing such praise from him only made you wetter. "you just keep those pretty eyes on me while i breed what belongs to me," taking his cock, he pushes his leaking cock head inside you before bottoming out with a satisfied groan, "your pussy is practically sucking my cock in."

you are exactly what he needed.

"i..i always want to be a good girl for you," you whimper as his cock kisses your sweet spot, making you see stars as you twitch underneath him. he marvels at just how pliable you feel, his cock pulsing snug between your spasming walls.

"my good girl, my sweet girl," his head is spinning from how deep he is fucking into you, "you just be still while i take of care of you," his head drops down into your neck, his teeth nipping at your neck as he moans, "you can do that for me, yes?"

"y-yes!" you cry out, clinging to him as he built up the intensity of your orgasm with such intent. the only thing he wants from you is to feel you cumming hard on his cock. your body is limp underneath his. he can feel you are close to cumming in the way you shake while you twitch.

your walls only clutch tighter on his cock hearing him praise you. whimper tinged moans are his only warning before your pussy gushes on his cock.

scaramouche's thrusts turn a bit harder than he meant them to be for a few moments, lost in the feeling of your pussy spasming on his cock as he chases his high. "i really fucking missed you," he moans, swallowing a whimper of his own as his cock pulses cum inside of you.

he is right where he wants to be.

[dumdogs]

LOOPED: MIYA ATSUMU

she's stuck in a loop: texting him late on a friday night, letting him into her bed, clinging to him, silently begging for him to stay, only for him to leave again.

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tags/warnings: friends with benefits, implied love triangle, angst, hooking up, unhappy ending, kinda softcore smut but no actual smut, hardly proofread, mdni

word count: 2.2k

an: thinking abt starting a gen taglist for works like this since im planning on pivoting away from writing a bunch of series and focusing more on things like this. idk. let me know what you think if you want i can't make you. also do i think this is my best writing? no but writing has been so hard lately im proud of myself for getting this out

Atsumu likes to hold her after they fuck. 

His bare leg is hooked over her hip, and his arm is thrown over her shoulder, pulling her into his chest. It’s hot under her sheets, and Astumu’s skin is coated in a thin layer of sweat. It’s humid and unbearable, but she bears it, holding onto him by his waist, because it’s the only time he’s like this with her. 

“Thank you,” he says, and he tucks her head under his chin. His eyes are closed, and he lets out a long, deep breath. “I needed that.” 

He thanks her like she did him a favor. Her arms go a bit tighter around his waist, and she presses her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Yeah,” she mumbles, her cheek pressed flat against his skin. “Anytime.” 

Atsumu runs a hand over the back of her head, smoothing down her hair. His fingers continue, dragging slowly down the center of her spine. “Do you mind if I stay for a little while?” he asks, voice dropping to a raspy whisper that makes her feel so desperate that shame boils just under his touch. 

Her eyes close. “No,” she says, her lips brushing against his bare chest as she speaks. “You can stay for as long as you want.” 

It’s like this every week. She always expects it to be different, and it never is. Every week, when it feels like it’s been dark for too long and she’s alone and can’t sleep, she texts him after she promised herself she wouldn’t. Sometimes he responds and says he’ll be right over, sometimes he replies and says he can’t. Sometimes he shows up without saying anything at all. 

It’s been like this for a while. Long enough for her to feel embarrassed that she’s letting him drag her along like this. 

He hums, and she can feel vibrations throughout his chest. “You’re so soft,” he tells her, “it makes it hard to leave.” 

Atsumu will leave, though. Before the morning comes, he’ll be out the door without saying a word to her. It doesn’t seem very difficult, when he does go. He always peels her off of him like she’s some piece of dirty laundry and slinks out of the room when he thinks she’s fallen asleep. 

His breathing steadies like he’s slipping into sleep. She tilts her chin forward, and places a soft kiss on the center of his chest. She won’t be able to sleep. She’s too wired, it’s too hot, and her neck lays uncomfortably on top of the pillow. When the morning comes she’s going to be sore and tired, and it will be a strain to get anything done. 

Her eyes close, and she’s sure that Atsumu’s knocked out when she whispers, “You don’t have to leave, y’know.” 

He doesn’t say anything. She wasn’t expecting him to. She keeps her eyes closed, and thinks of his warmth, trying her best to avoid thoughts of it disappearing when the morning comes. 

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Atsumu stands at the edge of her bed and pulls on a pair of sweatpants. “I’m sorry to leave so soon,” he tells her, thumbs tucked under the waistband as they settle at the bottom of his hips. “I have to be at the gym so goddamn early tomorrow.” 

Her legs are crossed underneath the blanket and she sits upright, holding the pillow he usually sleeps on against her lap. “”S okay,” she tells him, watching as he grabs his hoodie off of the floor and throws it on over his head. “I’m not offended or anything.” 

“Honestly, I probably shouldn’t have come over tonight,” he confesses, and now she’s starting to feel a bit of a sting. “I just really needed to see you tonight.” 

She doesn’t know how to feel about this. She shuffles a bit, an indiscernible feeling settling uncomfortably over her skin. Atsumu doesn’t say things like that. She doesn’t know how to react. “Is something wrong?” 

Atsumu freezes, placing his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt. His expression is screwed up, knotted. Something is wrong. She leans forward, like she’s expecting him to whisper it in her ear, like he’s about to profess something profound and close to his chest. But Atsumu just shakes his head, “Nah, it’s nothing,” he says. He pats the pockets of his sweatpants. “Have you seen my phone?” 

She’s disappointed, but she doesn’t know why. She leans back and reaches towards her nightstand, yanking her phone off the charger and dialing Atsumu’s number. She knows it by heart, and hopes that he doesn’t notice. It buzzes from under her sheets. 

He leaves half past midnight, forty minutes after he got there. She can’t sleep once he’s gone. She stays up, scrolling mindlessly through her phone, trying to wear down her mind, make it too tired to keep thinking of him. 

Sakusa texts her. Five minutes past one. “Was Atsumu at your place?” 

She ignores it. 

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Atsumu lies on his side, and draws patterns on her bare stomach with the tip of his finger. She doesn’t say anything, out of fear of making him stop. She watches him instead, watching his face as he stares down at her midriff. He has this slight smile on his face, and it makes her feel pleasantly uneasy.

“I like your stomach,” he tells her. “I think it’s my favorite part of you.” 

The smile that grows on her face must give her away. She’s grateful for how occupied he is with her skin. “You have a favorite part of me?” 

“Yeah, I mean, I like all of you,” Atsumu tells her. “But I do have favorites. Your stomach, your nose, your thighs, fuck, just so much of you,” he sighs, as if overwhelmed. “I mean, a man can only take so much.” 

She doesn’t think it’s fair, that she’s expected not to fall in love with him when he says things like that. So unabashedly, completely unprompted. And there is this small part of her that kind of resents him, for things like this, saying all of that when he’s going to leave her before the morning comes. But she likes it more than she could ever hate it. So she smiles, and she says, “I don’t think I could pick my favorite part of you,” and means it more than she should. 

Atsumu’s hand stops, and he looks up at her. He grins, and it makes her stomach flip. 

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It’s fifteen minutes to midnight, and she’s pacing in her bedroom, trying not to look at her phone. She texted him twenty minutes ago, and she thinks if she keeps herself from looking at her phone, it’ll make him respond quicker. She can’t back her logic, but she’s well past the point of reason. 

He hadn’t talked to her all week. Which, she tries to tell herself, isn’t too weird. He’s busy. He’s a professional athlete. He has better things to do than entertain her and her whims, and what is she to him, really, besides a person to sleep with? They weren’t that close when they started hooking up, and it’s not like the fucking as brought them closer together. 

But still, her stomach knots up with nerves. She feels like something’s wrong. Maybe she gave him too much of herself. Maybe he doesn’t want as much of her as she’s willing to give. 

Her phone vibrates against her nightstand, and she nearly breaks a toe rushing to answer it. On her home screen is a notification from him. 

Can’t make it tonight. Sorry. 

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She always tries to give Atsumu what he wants. He likes it when she begs, so she begs. She gets down on her knees and begs to please him. He likes the feeling of her on top of him, thighs squeezing on either side of his hips, so she climbs on top of him, not stopping when her thighs start to burn. He likes it wet, so it’s wet. His hair tugged, his neck nibbled on, his back scratched. Whatever he likes, she gives it to him. 

And he keeps making these small little grunts of pleasure and his eyes are fluttering, but Atsumu feels far away. Unimpressed with the way her body moves against his. His hands lay lazily on her hips, not gripping tightly on her flesh. He doesn’t whisper praise in her ear. He doesn’t bite down on his lip and tell her yes, he likes it like that, keep doing that. He’s quiet, withdrawn. 

She keeps trying to give him more, and more, desperation clawing on the inside of her chest. But Atsumu gives her nothing. He takes what she offers silently, and it starts to feel like he’s keeping his eyes closed to avoid looking at her. 

After, he doesn’t hold her. Atsumu lies on his back with his hands tucked under his head, staring at her ceiling. He doesn’t say anything. 

Her body feels like it’s burning. She feels humiliated. The silence is bad but she thinks talking might be worse. She doesn’t want him to leave but she doesn’t want him to stay if it’s going to be more of this. The air is so thick she thinks she might choke on it. 

Atsumu turns his head to look at her. “Have you talked to Omi recently?” 

The question shocks her so badly she turns her head to him, face scrunched up in confusion. “What?” 

He shrugs. “He hasn’t been talking to me lately. I was just wondering if he said anything to you.” 

Her head straightens out and she looks back up at the ceiling. “He texted me the other week and asked if you were here. I didn’t know if I should tell him or not, and it didn’t really seem like any of his business, so I just didn’t respond.” 

Atsumu hums. “I think he’s jealous of you.” 

“Do you want him to be?” she asks at once, and then regrets it. 

Atsumu doesn’t say anything to this. He gets quiet, and she has to bite down on her lip to keep herself from saying something else stupid. Somehow, the air gets heavier. 

“I’m sorry,” she says after a minute of silence. 

“It’s okay,” Atsumu says, and he doesn’t mean it. He leaves a minute later, and tells her it’s because he has an early practice, but she’s not stupid. 

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Atsumu presses her against her bedroom wall, and when she closes her eyes, all she can see is him and Sakusa, arm’s slung around each other’s shoulders in a post-victory celebration earlier that day. And the way Atsumu looked at him makes her feel rotten. It hurts to remember, and Atsumu pounding into her does little to distract from it. 

She’s the loser in this war, she thinks, arms around his shoulders and leg hooked over his hip, too disconnected from her body to feel anything. It doesn’t matter how many times Atsumu has crawled back into her bed and held her against his chest. It doesn’t matter how in love with him she is. It’s always Sakusa. It’ll always be Sakusa. 

He holds her tightly after, their legs tangled together and his cheek resting on the top of her head. His phone’s in his pocket and it keeps buzzing. Atumu ignores it, and she can’t stop herself from thinking that it’s him.

She swallows. Her throat feels dry. “Someone keeps texting you,” she says, because she wants him to acknowledge it. 

Atsumu inhales deeply. “Ignore it,” he says, “just lie with me.” 

She closes her eyes, and does as she’s told. 

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Can I come over tonight? 

He texted her first. He doesn’t usually, but he did. The notification popped up over a video the MSBY Black Jackals post-match. Meian’s giving a courtside interview, but just behind him, she can see Atsumu and Sakusa, shoulders squared and tensed, keeping a strict distance from each other as they exit the court. She can feel the chill through the screen of her phone. 

She doesn’t know what it is that holds the both of them back from each other. Maybe it’s her. Maybe Sakusa doesn’t realize that Atsumu would drop her immediately if Sakusa ever asked him to. 

She’s always known that he would, though. Whatever she has to offer doesn’t seem to compare to Sakusa. She’s just a temporary fix, really. Just something to hold Atsumu over until Sakusa realizes this. 

She taps on the notification, and her conversation with Atsumu pops up. For a second, she scrolls through it. Minimal talking, mostly texts from her, with late responses from him. She can see it there, how much Atsumu doesn’t care about her. It doesn’t matter if he asks to come over or tells her he loves her stomach or how hard it is for him to leave. He just doesn’t care about her. Not the way she cares about him. 

Her thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment, paused in contemplation, before she types out a quick, yeah, sure, and hits send without thinking anymore about it.

If Sakusa hasn’t figured it out yet, then she’s not about to help him. She’ll just keep giving and giving, until there’s nothing left to give.

[prettyyangelll]

Could you possibly write a continuation of the daddy’s home fic with Aaron but make smut this time? I don’t know if you write smut and if that’s not something your comfortable with that’s okay

yesss my sweet angel!! i do write smut, i just haven’t went full blown smut but it’s something im comfortable with writing!! im very much open to request!!

summary: 3 days without sex can really do something to you.

warning: daddy kink, mentions do phone sex, vibrators, masturbation, p in v, riding, tit play. ass smacking, cream pie, dildo mentions, ddlg relationship

you were wearing your pretty pink pjs. you silk ones aaron had bought you one day. he was in the shower and you were waiting for him. he was gone for 3 long days working a case and you needed his cock so badly. you used the toys that he had given you.

you pink vibrator that you shoved on your clit in the middle of the night when you were needy for daddy. you would lay on his side of the bed wrapped around in one of his button up shirts were you could still smell him, but it never worked.

or you would try a dildo that Aaron had got with the same size of his cock. you would shove it in your tiny cunt waiting to cum all around it but it would never happen. you need his voice in your ear telling you how much of a good girl you were, his rough hands grabbing your perky tits.

ever since you had slept together for the first time masturbation was unless do you. it never worked. it would be bad in cases that lasted a week and you would be needy, humping the sides of couches, humping his pillow in need of a release.

and if you were lucky he would call you late at night while he was in his hotel alone and he would help you work through your orgasm with his help. you would furiously rub your clit as you whine and cry on the phone to aaron as he would slowly the off his cold listening to his sweet princess in need of cumming.

you broke out of your thoughts as you saw aaron walk out of the bathroom, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his print visibly showing, his hair all wet and it covered his eyes. water still glistening as it went down his hard chest. you sat up on the bed and scrambled over to him.

“daddy” you whined as you did your best to pull him to the bed. you smiled as he watched you sit him on the bed. he leaned back on the head board and looked down at you.

you sat down back at his feet and smiled as your hands traced his covered cock. you felt his cock start to get harder in your tiny hands. Your mouth drooled at the thought of taking it in your mouth. him shoving your head down claiming how much he missed you.

“daddy wanna suck your cock” you whine as you look up at him. you looked up at him with big eyes waiting to have permission to take his whole length in your mouth.

“no baby, maybe some other time. we’re gonna try something else” aaron said as he pulled you up by your waist. you whines as the thought of taking his cock in your mouth disappeared.

“What daddy?” you ask as you let him pull you into his lap. you sat down on his hard cock and you whined. you tried to roll your hips but aaron stoped you firmly keeping you still in his laugh.

“want you to ride my cock. wanna see you struggle to take me” Arron said as he moved his hands up to your trots and gave them a hard squeeze. you whimpered as you nodded your head.

you never rode him before. you also had done other positions but never took it to a point of riding him. you felt your pussy get wetter of at the thought of you bouncing on his cock. before you knew it aaron was helping you take off your shirt. you didn’t bother to wear a bra and you nice perky tits we’re full on display for him.

he took the left tit in his mouth and kneeded the other one in his other hand. you whined as you rolled your hips at the pleasure. his groan vibrated on your tit it made you feel the total amount of pleasure. Aaron let go of your tit with a pop.

“take these off” aaron said as he pulled on your shorts. you toon them off the threw them across the rooms an you were left your pink pretty panties. he smiled as he rubbed his thumb on your little clit. “gonna take my cock so good?” He asked.

“yes daddy! gonna take it so good” You whined as you slid your panties off and you pulled down the towel. his cock sprung out and his cock hit his belly button. aaron picked up his cock and tapped your hip for you to get up.

“you ready princess?” Aaron asked you, you whined and were getting ready to sit down on his cock before he stoped you. “use your words baby” he told you. you looked up at him and bit your lip.

“yes daddy” you said, he nodded his head and let go of your hip and you were able to slowly sink down on his cock. you hissed and the sudden stretch as you sunk down on it. “daddy your so big!” You whined as you finally sunk down on his cock.

“yeah baby? you ready to make daddy cum?” he asked you as he places his hands on your gummy flesh of your ass and gave you a deliciously burning smack on your ass. you nodded your head and lifted yourself up and fell back down on his cock. “fuck baby, just like that” aaron breathed out as digged his fingers into your ass.

“feel so good daddy!” you whines as you picked up your paste. you knew you weren’t gonna last long. you haven’t chummed in 3 days and you were in need for your cunt to get fucked.

“yeah baby, you gonna cum?” he asked as his hooded eyes look up at you. he could tell the way your cunt was clenching around you cock you were close.

“yes daddy gonan cum!” you whined as you bounced faster on his cock as your thighs started to shake. aaron took this opportunity to take his fingers and rub your clit as you worked on your orgasm.

“Cum on my cock baby, make such a mess for me” aaron said as he rubbed even faster circles into your clit. you nodded your head as you screamed as you reached your finish. you collapsed on him as you tried to catch your breath.

“thank you daddy” You whimpered as you still felt his cock so depending your count you felt him all the way in your tummy.

“we’re not done yet baby, get up” aaron said, you wasted no time sitting on straight.

aaron lifted you up to where the tip of his cock was still in your cunt. he looked at you before he started to pound his hips intones aching hole. you put your hands on his shoulders as you dig your nails into his skin.

“yeah baby? feel good? doin so well takin my cock”aaron grunted as he contuined to pound into your cunt at a relentless pace. you whimpered as you couldn’t even make or form any words.

“daddy…” you whined as you closed your eyes and listened to the sounds of your wet cunt getting fucked over and over again.

“gonna cum baby, gonna cum in this perfect cunt. my cunt” aaron groaned as he reached his climax. soon he stopped thrusting into you and pulled you back down on his cock.

“love you daddy” You mumbled as he kissed the side of his jaw. he let out a breathy laugh as his wrapped his arms around you.

“love you baby”

[seungfl0wer]

Hyunjin As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut🩷

Small note, hyunjin is really just- coming for me lately. So I needed this more than I knew lol

-🩵

•The hopeless romantic.

•He’s thinking of the best. Date ideas.

•They’re so thought out, so unique and cute-

•Takes you two to the beach for a beautiful picnic.

•Movie nights laying on your bed with a projected on the ceiling so y’all can cuddle.

•Plans cute painting dates.

•Speaking of paintings.

•Has so many doodles, drawings ext that are of you or things that make him think of you.

•Your first date? It’s a painting.

•That one picture he just melts seeing.

•It’s a cute little doodle he keeps in his phone case.

•Loves writings you little notes that you can put in your phone case.

•Loves telling others “that’s my partner”

•Gush’s about you a lot.

•Especially to the members.

•Which he always likes to tease you about them.

•”Ah- y/n why are you talking to innie? I’m right here? Your handsome boyfriend”

•And when you give any of them a hug.

•Mans whining “Right infront of me? How could you. We need to go home and change your clothes of his dirty touch”

•All in good teasing, makes you laugh, makes the members laugh.

•Sits and judges people with you.

•Like you don’t like someone?

•He’s picking up the same vibes but it’s plastered on his face.

•Random dance battles.

•Ending in you both on the floor laughing at each other.

•He’ll do the little “ew” thing to you when you ask for a kiss cause you pout and he just loves that.

•”Ew we can’t kiss! I have a partner”

•Likes to take you traveling with him especially to fashion shows.

•You’re always his plus one for anything.

•Tells you all the time “you should model you’re stunning”

•Ugh and this mans complimenting you so much.

•”My partner is just amazing, they look so pretty, they’re so stunning”

•Tries to learn about stuff you like so you both can do it.

•You like Knitting? He’s learning it.

•You like to play a certain game? He’s trying it out too.

•He gets the big sad when he’s away.

•Literally thinks he’s gonna die.

•Calls you from his room saying “I can’t go on my babies not here with me, it’s been 6 years”

•Dramatic man.

•Sends you so many dumb (cute) little videos.

•Also sends you so many pictures.

•So. Many. Pictures.

•Also listen- yall getting matching jewelry.

•Because he’ll be on tour and see these cute bracelets and need to get them for the both of you.

•He’s a really good gift giver too.

•Not that you want him too, and no matter how much you protest.

•He finds the most you gift. Like it’s scary.

•Overall this man is such a hopeless romantic.

•Be ready to be treated like a god.

•Cause honestly that’s how he views you.

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•He’s just as romantic in the bedroom.

•Does the whole rose peddles to the bed.

•Candles, good music ext.

•His favorite way of fucking you is anyway he can see your face.

•He just wants to be able to kiss you.

•Hands frantically touching your body.

•Also think he’s very vocal. Not so much talking.

•More of he has his head in your neck moaning and groaning.

•Is definitely leaving marks on you. Thinks they’re pretty.

•Im a firm believer that he loves when you ride him facing him.

•He can hold onto tightly, hands running all over you.

•Both of your faces contorting in pleasure.

•Likes when you suck or bite his neck.

•Honestly probably likes when you choke him. Not hard but just enough.

•If he does talk it’s him whimpering about how good you feel or how good you’re doing.

•If you got tittie he sucking them. Feel like he’s a tittie kinda guy.

•Man also really enjoys shower sex.

•It’s just so so intimate.

•And this. This is the most loving kind of sex.

•It’s normally when he is really needy and just wants you.

•The feeling of the warm water while he fucks you makes him cum so fast.

•He just loves loves it.

•Aftercare with him is a lot of loving words.

•Cuddling on the bed as he pushes his hair out of your face.

•Telling you how much he loves you.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[zreamy]

things i know that i can't have (teaser)

jake's life was hard enough before he fell for you—balancing uni, football, and being a good christian son. in some cruel twist of fate, sleeping with you has only made things harder—and, according to sunghoon (and scripture), damned him to hell the first time he thought about it.

genres: college au, (established) fwb to lovers, smut, fluff, angst

teaser warnings: minors dni, smut (yn sends nudes and jake jerks off)..........extremely dramatic (jake is going through it basically)

teaser word count: 1,125 (chose peace)

fic word count: probably around 35k???

post date: apr 3 !!!

message from zo: yeah uh huh zreamy finally finished a jake fic.. yeah uh huh (i say as i'm still writing this fic.. im affirming #lawofassumption ..sigh whatever whatever) the wip page is literally cursed !!! it is it is it is .. anyway.. jake nation will always win accept me please jake nation.......

r/Christianity 

u/footballfan1511 | 2m

How bad is premarital sex, really? (Need quick answers!!!)

I (20M) have been having sex with my friend (20F) for three weeks now. I knew it was wrong, but she’s everything (very hot, totally, completely sexy), so I didn’t care. BUT I just saw this verse (Matthew 5:28-30) and apparently it’s a sin just to THINK about it??? 

The last time we did ‘it’ was this morning before church (sorry), and I was supposed to go over there tonight, but I’ve been freaking out about that verse all day…….. idk what to do but I really like her, so much, and I still want this, with her. Please give me advice .. 

Every Thursday night. Ten p.m. sharp. Almost no exceptions. You call Jake, talking shit for as long as it takes one thing to lead to another. Tonight is an exception—you had friends over, rescheduled for midnight. Jake lies in bed, hair still damp from his post-football training shower, counting each minute as it passes. 23:55. His leg is shaking. 23:56. He sits up straight, jolting as if waking from a nightmare, nerves sharp and restless as his thumbs fly over the keyboard, texting Sunghoon. 

Jake: What about phone sex?

Jake: Like if I don’t think about her while I do it? 

Sunghoon’s groan reaches Jake through the thin walls of their shared flat. Drawn-out and long-suffering. Read receipt. 23:57. Three dots. 

Hoon: I can’t tell you what to think, but if you’re asking me then you probably alr know

Hoon: Also..??? Do you think you can jack your shit on the phone without thinking about her 😭😭😭

Jake snorts despite himself, much too loud for the quiet. Echoing as if even the room disapproves. He closes his eyes, shakes his head. Palm to his cheek. A low smack, half-joking, half-sincere. Guilt snakes around him, a hot, unwelcome coil that won’t ease. Jake gets the sense that the choice ahead — to answer or not to answer — might drastically skew his life one way or another. 

A minute early. 23:59. Your name on his screen. Phone humming in his hold, pulse lashing his throat. On the other end of the line, before he has the chance to weigh his options, you dead the call—making his decision for him. 

Jake’s heart stumbles, clumsy in his chest. He thinks of the verse, sharp and prickly—crown of thorns on heavy head. He has been thinking about it since Saturday morning. Extra training with Team B, avoiding you, six-thirty wake-ups to join Sunghoon at the rink. Ice-cold mornings melting into afternoons. No matter what he tries, it always comes back. Lustful intent, adultery, with her. And despite his best efforts to pray for rapture, Thursday has come, and Jake has lived to see it. 

A minute late. 00:01. Your name on his screen. Hovering thumb. He knows that phone sex and sex-sex aren’t the same thing, Matthew didn’t even have a phone—but if he could’ve, and he could’ve known you, and you wanted him? Jake sighs. He should answer. If your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off, and throw it away. The words sink their senile claws into him, holding on for dear, frail life. His phone stills in his palm. 

You don’t call again. You never have. If this phone call is going to happen, it’s up to Jake to make it so. This knowledge and its weight multiply by the second. An itch he doesn’t try to scratch, knowing he won’t be able to reach it. Another agonising nine minutes trudge along. 00:10. His phone buzzes on his chest, and he knows it’s you before he looks. Two texts.

YN: Said you’d stay up for me Yunie :((( 

YN: You don’t think I’m worth the wait?

Reading your messages through the notifications, he’s having a hard time convincing himself not to reply. Not to tell you he waited, that of course, you’re worth it. His guilt loosens, making space for his desire to reassure you—he cannot rule out the possibility that this desire outweighs his guilt. Silence settles in his room, stretched thin and strange around him. He sighs. 

YN: Attachments: 2 images

YN: Wanted to hear your reaction, but you can tell me when you’re up ig.

YN: Night, loser :P 

Butterflies, sudden and bright—teenaged. Foolish. Tucked under the notification, the photos dare him to look. His curiosity clicks it, and the first picture fills the screen, yanking his breath from his lungs. 

Most of your face is cut off, showing only your lips—pouty and glossy and pretty. Pulling at him in a way he’s not quite equipped to name. This would be enough for him, an innocent selfie, you and those pretty eyes, that smile. More than enough—pulse quickening just thinking about it. His gaze lingers on your lips, stuck for a while. Then, unintentionally, his eyes flick lower. Hair fanned over your pillow, breasts peeking out from under black lace. Fuck. A sight he’s seen a million times, but somehow, each time feels like the first. Jake gulps. Holy shit. He ignores the throbbing in his pants, how much tighter they are—he won’t give in. No matter how badly he’s craving it. He’s stronger than that. With his eyes, he traces your lips. Ogles until his screen dims, locking the picture away again.

Picture two. Fuck. You on your stomach, grainy in your webcam. Arched back, black lace panties over your hips. Fuck. The lingerie, the shape of your body.. Seeing you like this, so perfect and all for him—it’s taking every last shred of his self-control not to get in his car and rush over to you. Want, need, tugs at him. A tether he can’t break. His phone locks. 

Enough is enough. He drags his feet all the way back to the shower, oppressive cold water hitting him. Doing absolutely nothing for his revolting need. This isn’t working—not the water, not the attempt at self-control. Not when he’s already hard and aching against his stomach. Soft breasts. Round ass. Wet—his hand moves instinctively, forehead resting on the cool tiles. He closes his eyes, your body clear in the dark. Full lips. Arched back. He’s breathless when he finishes, head bowed as heat coils low in his stomach. The water carries his release away. Nose crinkled as it swirls around the drain, cringing at the sight—guilt, shame curling around him.

Again, he dries off, pulls on clean pyjamas, and drags his feet to bed. On his side, he closes his eyes, your body like a brand behind his eyelids, thoughts filling the quiet in his room. Exhaustion however, is its own kind of mercy, and eventually, pulls him under.