#like immediately. and you have no idea how nice that was to hear bc FINALLY... A DIRECT ANSWER FOR BEHAVIORAL ISSUES...

[rubberbandballqueen]

i wish there were more weird little girls at work. i keep telling my coworkers "oh yeah i was just like them when i was little hahaha" in regards to excitable boys with impulse issues, but when the other day i was thinking "oh yeah there's Always going to be that one girl hanging out with the guys instead of other girls" i surveyed the room and realized we have never had any such thing, at least while i've been working here. which, granted, has only been two years, but it's still kind of surprising to me

[upat4amwiththemoon]

came up with this idea and now i can't get it out of my head lol so nat saves and adopts a teenage reader but when yelena finally meets the reader she hates her guts bc she feels like nat loves her more/has replaced her ( i imagine yelena in her 20s so not that much older than the reader) and like during a sparring session or something yelena takes it too far and like breaks the reader's arm so nat obviously blows up at her but then they eventually talk about their feelings and then yelena apologizes to the reader for acting so immature and cruel to them

Fight for affection

Summary: aka jealous Yelena has a one sided fight with a teenager.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader, sisters Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova, Yelena Belova x teen!reader

Warnings: mean Yelena, purposeful hurting

Word count: 1983

a/n: best sister ever

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @strangegardentaco @natashamaximoff69

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Very nervous Y/N sits on the couch, moving her leg up and down as she waits for Yelena to arrive. She has never met the woman before, but Natasha has been waiting to introduce her two favourite people to each other, so, once Yelena found a free day to come over, they immediately made plans.

It doesn’t take long for Yelena’s car to park on the driveway. Natasha goes to open the door right away, while Y/N waits in the living room, taking some deep breaths to calm herself down.

She can hear the two talking, though she isn’t fully paying attention to it. Once they start walking towards her, she stands up with a smile on her face.

Natasha and Yelena stand before her, the latter looking confused. “Yelena, this is Y/N.” She gestures at the teen with a smile.

“Hi.”

There’s a silence. “She isn’t a baby?” Yelena whispers to Natasha, but due to their closeness Y/N can hear it clearly.

Now it’s Natasha’s turn to look confused. “Why would she be a baby?”

“I thought you adopted a baby.”

“I specifically told you I adopted a teenage girl.” An annoyance grows in Natasha, not wanting to have this kind of conversation in front of her daughter.

Yelena scoffs. “Well, you can’t blame me for not hearing that. You said you adopted someone, and then I lost focus because I started thinking what to buy to a baby.”

Natasha lets out a harsh breath, but she brings a smile to her face once she notices Y/N’s tense body language. “Well, she’s not a baby.” She whispers quickly before going to set her arm over Y/N’s shoulders, bringing her closer. “This is Y/N, she is 16 years old, and I adopted her.” A proud smile adorns her face as she looks down at her daughter.

“Hi.” She says again, bringing a slightly shaky hand forward. “It’s nice to meet you, Yelena.”

A tense silence follows. Yelena has a frown on her face, but it disappears quickly when she glances at Natasha. “Hey, you too.” Her voice doesn’t match the enthusiasm that Y/N has and the hand shake feels very forceful.

They move on quickly, going to sit down on the couch to talk. For the rest of the time they’re together, Yelena has a subtle glare fixed on Y/N, especially whenever Natasha touches her.

Her sister speaks so highly of this teenager, but Yelena doesn’t see what’s so great about her that she doesn’t have. They’re both grew up in a bad place, they both know how to fight, though Yelena would bet her whole fortune she’s better at it, and they were saved by Natasha. The biggest difference they have, is that Natasha has known Yelena so much longer. So, why does it seem like she care for the teenager more than her?

Once Yelena starts to leave, she is in a sour mood. It’s like the younger girl is flaunting Natasha’s love and care in front of her face.

“-sit us soon again?”

She lifts her head to look at Natasha. “Huh?”

Natasha lets out a laugh. “Will you come visit us soon again?”

“Right.” She sighs. “Maybe. I have a busy schedule.”

“Okay, we’ll see you at the compound some time then.” Natasha hugs Yelena. “Bye bye.”

“Bye, sestra.”

“Bye!” Y/N waves, half of her body hidden behind Natasha.

Yelena walks to her car, completely ignoring her.

The next time they meet up is at the Avengers Compound, and Yelena’s feelings have not changed. If anything, her hatred and jealousy have grown while having time to wallow in those feelings alone.

Natasha and Yelena are talking in the compound’s living room, while Y/N is sitting in silence, only following the conversation from the sidelines. She can feel Yelena’s dislike, but she is too afraid to comment on it.

“Hey, Nat?” Steve pops up from the hallway. “Could you help me out with a report now that you’re here?”

“Of course,” she stands up, “I’ll be back soon.”

The smile on Yelena’s face disappears when she notices the assurance was given to Y/N instead of herself. The jealousy bubbles to the surface once again.

“Y/N.”

Her wide eyes snap to Yelena. This is the first time she has been talked to by Yelena since they first met. “Yeah?” There’s a sliver of nervousness in her voice. A sliver, that Yelena can hear.

“Do you want to train together to pass the time?”

“Uhm,” she doesn’t, “I guess so.”

“Great!” The grin on Yelena’s face is unmistakable. “Follow me,” they start walking towards the training room, “the compound has the best supplies to train anything and everything you want.”

Once they get into the training room, Yelena leads Y/N straight to the mat placed on the middle of the room. Y/N feels the mat under her feet, it’s soft enough to make landings bearable, but it won’t take the pain completely away.

“You were trained in hand to hand combat when you were at HYDRA, yes?”

Y/N’s face screws up at the mention of the organization she was saved from. “Yes.”

Yelena gets into position, her hands raised and feet apart. “Good, then this won’t be a problem for you.” Before Y/N has time to prepare herself, Yelena is already lunging at her.

With a blink of an eye, she is on the ground. Y/N groans, looking up at Yelena with a frown.

“Come on!” Yelena claps her hands together. “Up, up, you gotta be ready.”

Y/N takes a breath and stands up, this time getting into position before Yelena can fully surprise her.

They start sparring.

It’s more like fighting, at least on Yelena’s side.

Y/N is good at fighting, but Yelena is better. She is older, she is bigger, and she was in the Red Room for a long time.

She gets slammed to the mat two more times before she starts panting, her hands on her knees. “I think I’m done.” Her voice comes out as a mumble.

“Come on! Don’t be a party pooper.” Yelena circles around her. “One more round, this time like you mean it.”

Y/N doesn’t have time to disagree. She desperately fight back against Yelena’s onslaught of hits and kicks.

After five minutes, she gets dropped to the ground, again.

She lays there on the ground, her breathing heavy and laboured. But Yelena doesn’t seem to be finished. There’s a certain fire in her eyes as she brings her foot up. Fear runs through Y/N’s body as her wide eyes are stuck on the bottom of Yelena’s boot.

A loud crack echoes through the training room.

Y/N cries out, rolling to her side to hold her now broken arm against her chest. Yelena’s eyes widen, shocked by what she did, though the feeling goes away just as quick.

Unfortunately for her, an immense feeling of guilt fills her body when a loud “Yelena!” comes from the door. Natasha comes running in, instantly kneeling to Y/N’s side. “What the hell was going on in your head?” She practically growls out while lifting up her daughter, shushing her in a comforting manner when she lets out a cry of pain.

Yelena opens her mouth to speak, though she doesn’t know what she could even say, but a harsh glare from Natasha shuts her up. She stays in the training room while Natasha and Y/N leave to the medical room.

After three excruciatingly long hours of pacing in her room, a knock on the door finally breaks the silence. Yelena opens the door, instantly stepping to the side to let Natasha walk inside.

“What were you thinking?” Natasha’s arms are crossed over her chest as she stares at her sister with an icy glare. “She’ll be okay, thank god for that, but she has a broken arm, Yelena.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

Natasha shakes her head. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it now. You’ve been incredibly cold to her, and I chalked it up to nerves, but this,” her brows are raised as she gestures around, “this is unacceptable. She’s my daughter, Yelena. I can’t have you around her if you’re going to hurt her.”

“I won’t!” Her eyes are turning misty from tears and her voice wavers. “I- I don’t know what came over me. I was feeling…jealous…and, and insecure.”

“Why?”

Yelena tugs at the skin on her fingers, at times pressing her nails against her palm as her eyes drop to the ground. “I was scared you’d love me less.” A few tears fall down her cheeks at the confession.

A deep sigh leaves Natasha’s mouth. She rubs the space between her brows. “I love you, Yelena, I would never love you less. But I also have so much love for Y/N, she is my daughter.” There’s no anger in her tone anymore, but there’s a certain steadiness to make sure Yelena fully hears her. “I love both of you so, so much.”

Yelena nods. “I’m sorry.”

“You need to apologize to her.” Natasha mumbles, combing her fingers through her hair. “I’m really upset right now, so I’m going to leave.”

“I’ll make it up, okay?”

Natasha opens the door. “Make it up by treating my daughter well, be genuinely nice to her. You hear me? She is my daughter, that means she is your family too.”

“She’s my niece.” Yelena whispers with a nod, fully absorbing the words. She hurt her niece.

After Natasha leaves and Yelena has a minute to gather herself, she makes her way to the infirmary.

She knocks on the door gently, opening it after she hears a quiet come in. Yelena steps inside. “Hey.”

Y/N lifts her head. “Hi.” She scratches the cast on her arm, her eyes anywhere else but Yelena.

Clearing her throat, she takes a few careful steps inside, stopping beside the hospital bed. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, truly.” She whispers, her eyes on Y/N. “I was an asshole, an insecure and jealous asshole, who was scared that her sister would love me less because she got a daughter.” She lets out a butter laugh. “Which was very stupid of me, because I know Natasha isn’t like that.”

“She’s pretty great.” Y/N whispers.

“She is.” Yelena sits on the chair next to the bed. “She is my sister and you are her daughter, which makes you my niece. And…I’ve always wanted a niece, even though it might not be obvious from the way I’ve acted. I want to be what Natasha was to me for someone, except a little more fun, you know? I’d let you break the rules and drink a little bit and I’d teach you how to run away from the cops.”

Y/N giggles softly, glancing at Yelena every so often, but never looking at her for too long.

“Could we start over, maybe? I could be the aunt that you deserve.” There’s a silence as Y/N stares at the cast while biting the inside of her cheek. “You don’t have to be scared of me.” Yelena whispers. “Which I know is a stupid thing to say after I-“ she glances at the cast, “after I broke your arm.”

“Yeah.” She lets out a shaky breath. “I’m a little scared of you, but I’d like to have an aunt.” Y/N raises her head, giving Yelena a small smile.

Yelena smiles back, wider than ever. She inches closer to the edge of the seat, gently setting her hand on Y/N’s healthy hand. “I will make it up to you, I promise. I’ll spoil you so much.” She grins, already excited with the idea of buying things to her niece.

“Okay.” She laughs, already feeling better despite her broken arm.

[meatonfork]

Wondering how grim would react to meeting König and being absolutely flabbergasted from how huge this man is

New Best Friend

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pairings: p!könig x grim, platonic 141 x grim

warnings: none!

summary: grim finally meets the big man

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you had seen him around before, but you were always rushed off to the next mission before you could get acquainted with the behemoth of a man

finally, months later, you finally got to say hi.

well, that was the idea.

you’d just finished dinner in the cafeteria with your force and decided to head in for the night

könig had been across the room, eyes fleeting to your laughing figure

it wasn’t until much later that you’d snuck off to get a snack

washing your plate off in the sink, you listened to music flowing through your headphones, humming softly

a tap on your shoulder made you turn, dropping the plate from how soapy it was

it shattered, literally just glass all over the floor

you didn’t have shoes

könig immediately starts apologizing

“oh mein Gott! i am so sorry!”

his voice pulled you out of your stupor and you start calming him down

“it’s okay! i swear! shit happens, man. you mind helping me around the glass? i don’t have shoes” you offered him a sweet smile

without hesitation, he helped you around the glass by lifting your smaller figure and plopping you away from the glass

“thanks, big guy. let me go grab a broom!”

you left him there

he kinda just stood there like this 🧍

he felt awful

definitely beating himself up over this

he was also caught up on “big guy”

he’d heard it before, but it was nice coming from you

you came back quickly, dustpan and broom in tow

you two cleaned up the glass in relative silence

it wasn’t until you dumped the glass in the garbage did you finally say something to nervous giant

“so, uh.. did you need something?”

“what?”

“when you came in. did you need something?”

“oh. no, i wanted to say hi. i didn’t know you couldn’t hear me. i’m sorry.”

“stop apologizing- it’s okay, i promise!”

“uh, can i get your name, Maus?”

a subtle blush sets on your face and you answer him before asking the same

“König”

“ah, King. seems fitting”

since that night you guys are attached at the hip

ghost and soap are so jealous

you reassure them they have no need to be

sometimes you’ll come back from a day out with könig and soap will be sulking on your bed

if you guys end up on missions together, you both go out of your way to make sure the other is okay

so many piggyback rides

he manhandles you

just throws you around

he buys you flowers a lot bc he knows you like them

after knowing each other a while, hand holding is a must in public with him

you know he has social anxiety, so instead of babying him, you just leave lingering touches to let him know you’re there and you leave it at that unless he initiates it

you guys are best friends.

grim + könig = besties for the resties

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a/n: thank you for reading!! there will definitely be more of these two <3

[jymwahuwu]

The jealousy noncon with Jing Yuan post is a scrumptious idea bc like I'm knowledgeable about sex, more so than my friends who have had sex,

This old man (affectionate) would be able to tell the reader is a virgin just how they react to any stimulation but now he's not gonna stop because he'll be their first (and preferably last) cause there's no way in hell he'll let anyone else take any of their firsts

And knowing Jing Yuan he'll manipulate the reader to believe that they wanted this

CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, humiliation, thoughts about virginity

Original idea: you, who pretended to be experienced in sex, were non-con by a jealous Jing Yuan, and he found out that you were a virgin...

🤭🫣😌Mmmmm wonderful yandere thoughts surrounding the concept of virginity… yes, just like you said. And Jing Yuan can quickly realize this. Once the jealous Jing Yuan finds out you are a virgin, how funny he will find it and return his affection…

Virginity is just a concept established by society. The concept of virginity must be different on all planets (ah, you heard that people on some planets lose their virginity when their tentacles touch other people's thighs…), what about your planet? You might mind what people think! So you just claim you've had sexual experience and brag about it.

Or, you don't care about the pressure of "how old should you be to have sex", and you already have understanding of sex, but you still lied in front of this Xianzhou general. You lied and suggested that you had sexual experience.

Why? The reason is… the way that general looks at you is a bit creepy, clingy and sweet, but occasionally he stares at his prey like a hunter standing at the top of the food chain. You kind of want to get out of this situation. It would be a simple way to show that you already have a "lover" or "experience".

Sure, it's nice to be exposed immediately, but what if it was a little more dramatic? What if Jing Yuan was deceived by you? This cat general was scammed into buying a lion as a pet after all. Are you pretending to casually reveal that you've had sex with your ex, with your friends, or a one-night stand, or anyone else besides him? You vaguely revealed that it feels pretty good…

An ill-advised lie. The development of the situation is completely beyond your expectation.

Before this, Jing Yuan thought that he was open-minded and tolerant and didn't care about your previous experiences. This is your freedom and your past, isn't it? But, hearing you mention those previous "experiences"…He…

Jing Yuan is used to facing situations out of control. He doesn't panic, just disappears with a little smile on his lips. "Is that so?" He tilted his head. "How about you come closer to me?" After you refused, the general swoop in, put one hand on your body, and looked down at you. The usual golden eyes carrying starlight were replaced by… jealousy?

He didn't restrain you, but you were too frightened to move.

"What…what do you want to do?"

A test has revealed your "truth." Those hands caress and rub your private parts - you tremble, panic, blink, sensitive and unskilled reaction. Jing Yuan originally only planned to give you a more intense orgasm than "before", but your reaction cleared up some of the fog for him. Something amiss was confirmed. Are you...a virgin? The general mocks you so mercilessly that you punch him with your cheeks burning and your eyes filled with tears. It was really funny to him to think of you showing off your experience. As the rough cock presses into you and stirs the inside, Jing Yuan gently shushes you in your ear and promises you not to talk about it with others.

Then the next day Jing Yuan spread the word to people you know that you slept with him and that you are his only and final spouse now uwu

And there's a punishment!! Since you like "bragging" about your sexual experiences so much, you don't mind this, do you? For the next week, Jing Yuan won't penetrate you, but masturbates in front of you, rubbing and stroking his thick, warm cock between your thighs. At the moment when the cock is about to ejaculate, it will insert into you and fill you up with cream, without any thrusting. Even if you twitch and whimper Jing Yuan won't give you the thrust you want. The way that suits you uwu

[eyelambspider]

𝟏𝟔. 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 || 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Late day sixteen of Creeptober! Here is a list of my prompts & event terms!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : price, soap, gaz, ghost, könig with gn!reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : reader! surprises them with a new set of lingerie 𝐚/𝐧 : I put my pretty readers in something black + lacy bc everyone looks good like that 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : suggestive/light smut(?)

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞!

when he walks through the door he's only surprised for a second, eyes wide in disbelief before his expression quickly melts into his charming grin.

shamelessly checks you out. his blue eyes are dragging up and down your body, taking in the way your soft skin looks in those black garter belts and thigh-high stockings.

Fuckk the sight of your perfect thighs in those lacy socks has his pants getting a little tighter.

has to hold you, no exceptions. like you aren't escaping his grasp, not when you look so fucking good all dressed up just for him.

get your ass to the bedroom right now-hold that thought-price is just going to pick you up bridal style and take you there himself.

𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩!

is all smiles the moment he walks through the door. nothing is getting the grin off his face after he's seen you like this; all wrapped up like a pretty present for him.

has to kiss you immediately, and it pretty quickly turns into something hotter, with him showing you exactly how much he appreciates how your ass looks in that lacy black underwear. pulls your hips flush against his so you can feel just how excited he is.

could you be anymore perfect? Flushed face with one or both of your legs over his shoulders? He can picture a few ways he could make you look even prettier if you're willing to indulge him.

your pretty little lingerie is not surviving this man and everything he's about to do to you... fuck it-he'll just buy you a new one baby.

𝐆𝐚𝐳!

when he sees you dressed up he's initially worried he's forgotten something important, like a birthday or anniversary.

nerves quickly become playful flirting and grabbing. he's got his hands on your hips immediately, caressing the velvety fabric, following the seams with his fingertips up and down your sides... taking it all in with a goofy grin on his face.

this is the kind of surprise he's starting to like.

softly kisses the shell of your ear and asks if this is the only surprise you have for him... or maybe he should just take you to the bedroom and find out himself?

definitely chases you to the bed with a soft laugh-god he's in love.

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭!

suspicious at first, but the sight of your perfect body in that black outfit definitively has his attention.

has reason to be cautious, you definitely wanted something from him huh? he has a pretty good idea what you want, but he wants to hear you say it.

His grip on you is firm, but gentle, and there's a moment he genuinely smiles and appreciates how nice of a surprise this is. Holds you waist as if there's a chance this could be a dream... before he finally curls his arms around you and holds you close with a satisfied grunt of approval.

would at least try to take your lingerie off nicely, but if one fucking button or zipper snags he's going to rip if off you. his patience will just keep getting thinner and thinner, especially when you look so fucking delectable in that lingerie.

you wanted a reaction out of him, you fucking asked for it-

𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠!

When he walks through the door he literally stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, his usual frowned eyes have popped open in what can only be described as shock.

Gott sei Dank you can't see his face, because he's completely red from neck to the tips of his ears.

No one's ever done something so... nice for him like this.

and although he's shocked, the man is rock hard under the seat of his pants at just the sight of you. His blue eyes lingering down to the tiny heart cut out in the center of the chest, revealing the tantalizing softs of your chest. mouth-watering. Once his hands are on you, they're not coming off.

you are not taking it off anytime soon. not if he's got anything to say about it. He's going to enjoy every moment of this.

[disneyprincemuke]

our spot * ls2

a text from you is the last thing logan expects when he's back home for the holidays especially when it's your first text in almost two years

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of infidelity

notes: YOOO how is it that i've been screaming about oscar and sebastian for weeks yet i write about logan first anyway? hope u enjoy this bc i OFC enjoyed breaking my own heart while writing this &lt;;/3

super long read btw, it's like 3.7k words

(f1 masterlist)

(part two)

logan isn't back home very often. he doesn't exactly have the chance to, given his circumstances. so when he is, it's typically a nice breath of fresh air. because that's where you are.

or at least, used to be.

he doesn’t hear from you often anymore. since he’d gotten busier with his promotion to f1, it’s been a lot harder to keep in touch with you.

admittedly, he does miss you. but what right does he have to tell you that outwardly?

the only way he knows what’s going on with you are whatever you let the public know of yourself. your instagram posts and stories don’t come often, so logan might as well consider you a stranger.

he only knows one thing, that his mother let slip over the phone during their call, that you’ve started seeing somebody recently. he doesn’t know if you’re still together — the man his mother speaks of doesn’t exist on any of your platforms.

perhaps it’s because it’s only hearsay? but you’ve always been sort of a private person yourself, so he’s not exactly surprised.

logan sighs to himself, rolling his chair over to the window that faces what used to be your bedroom. the window is shut with its curtains drawn.

you moved out the moment you turned 18. he once had your address when you gave it to him, and he kicks himself over the fact that he never got around to visiting you and seeing how you’ve come into your own.

he never got to see the apartment you would talk about growing up and all the decorations you planned on putting up.

he wonders, did you ever keep the framed picture with him when you went to disneyworld as kids? did you bring it with you?

logan huffs and pulls down his blinds. he turns to face his room, leaning back into his seat. it’s the holidays, but there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do with absolutely nobody.

his friends have all gone back to visit and spend time with family. he spent his first couple of days with his family, but even they’ve got better things to eventually.

all he can do is train for his next season.

he decides to finally get up to his feet, grabbing the gym bag that sits on the edge of his bed. he’s just about to drive to the gym when his phone lights up his dim bedroom.

a notification from you that makes his heart race and hands shake. a text from you is the last thing he expected out of his visit.

he hasn’t talked to you in nearly 2 years.

heard ur back home

he raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. he doesn’t write a reply immediately, so much hesitation and confusion mixing in his mind.

it’s taken him so off guard that he comes to a realisation that he doesn’t know how to talk to you anymore.

just for the holidays, im headed back to the uk after new year’s

your response is quick.

our spot

logan’s got no idea what you mean by that. until another text from you comes in.

10 minutes. see u

oh. you’re actually asking to see him.

suddenly he’s got no idea what to do. does he actually go?

he’s pacing around his room, frantically searching for the things he’d need to go and see you. which, wouldn’t actually be much. just his phone, his wallet, and

his gaze lands on the sad pile in the corner of his room, trinkets he’s collected from traveling the world in his first season. collected just for you, like you’d always talked about growing up.

now begs the question: does he bring it with him or does he just forget it ever existed?

doesn’t matter. he grabs his phone and wallet, heading out the door. his history with you is never spoken about.

maybe once, on a drunken night in australia with oscar. when he asked logan why he’s still visibly single, logan explained his situation.

how you kissed him the day he was leaving to stay in europe to fully commit to his junior career. how you’d called him every single night when you were teenagers, waiting around months at a time for him to come by for a short visit.

how you told him you loved him one evening when you were 19, in london when you were over for a visit. and how he had to put it on hold for his junior career, and never had the chance to get around to it because of his commitments to formula 1 now.

he had put it on hold, thinking you’d be around forever for him to come back to. he knows now that he’s never been more wrong in his life.

oscar never brought it up again after seeing the american choke on his words and laugh nervously as he retold the story.

when he found out you were seeing somebody, his heart broke. but he couldn't get himself to ask you about it. he knows it's his fault that you're in somebody else's arms now.

he quietly pads through his home, trying to pass his family members who have all resided in their individual bedrooms. even they've got no idea what's gone down between you two.

as far as they're concerned, you just simply drifted apart with time.

he parks his pickup truck right between the methodist building and what used to be the school you attended together growing up. he sits behind the wheel, eyes scanning the dark for any signs of you being here.

it's not a very far drive, only 5 minutes from his house and yours. just a playground that you used to hang at when you were growing up. when the world got too loud, this is where you'd come to regain composure.

he'd caught you one evening sitting here all alone when you were 8, and it's become your spot for late-night talks ever since. right on that green slide is where logan told you that he wanted to be an f1 driver when he was older.

it was on that blue swing that you admitted the crush you've had on him your entire life, and he reciprocated.

his heart races in his chest, unsure if you'd meant what you texted him. what if you bailed and this was all some sick twisted joke you're pulling on him?

and a random car pulls up in front of the methodist. he anticipates the moment you'd crawl out of the driver's seat, looking different from the last time he saw you - which was about 2 years ago when he last talked to you.

but after about a second, the backseat door opens, your leg poking out with your hair dishevelled in a ponytail. you close the door as you step onto the sidewalk, tugging down your dress that's hiked up your thighs as the car drives off.

logan finally turns off his engine, stepping out shortly after you. your eye roams the quiet street, locking into his as he watches you take a deep breath.

he nods, pointing towards the playground. you nod. he locks his truck and slowly makes his way to the brightly lit playground between the two establishments.

you make a beeline for the swing, dropping yourself down and bending forward to unstrap the heels that suffocate your feet. logan's not even going to ask where you'd come from all dolled up.

he occupies the empty swing next to you, clasping his hands together and placing them between his knees. it's a lot colder than he initially anticipated and his sweatpants are barely keeping him comfortable.

you sit in silence for the next couple of minutes. there's chatter from the methodist building next to you. you pick at your nails, trying to soften your breathing.

it's only then logan notices that your cheeks are flushed and the smell of alcohol in the air. which is obviously not coming from either place that surrounds both of you.

"are you drunk?" logan starts in a whisper, craning his neck down trying to get a look at you.

you look at him from the side of your eyes, lips pouted out in a frown. "tipsy," you correct him, "not drunk."

he nods to himself, rocking back and forth on the swing. he leans his head on the chain that holds his body up. he doesn't really know what to say.

in fact, he doesn't think there's much to say. you were the one who started ghosting him all those years ago. he's not upset or bitter about it, but he completely understands why you'd done it.

if he were in your position, he can almost guarantee that he would have taken the same measures.

"how long have you been back?" you ask, eyes tracing the design on the rubber playground floor. "why didn't you tell me?"

logan raises his eyebrows. "uh," he stutters, "i didn't know i had to. i'm sorry."

you shrug. "you didn't have to," you trail off, dropping your head low to avoid his gaze. "i just thought you would've told me when you'd come for a visit. we haven't seen each other in a while."

yeah, 2 years, he wanted to say.

"it's cause we haven't seen each other in a while that i didn't think to tell you i'm back home," logan admits solemnly, pressing his lips together. "i'm sorry, though. if i knew, you would've been the first person i told."

"i'm sorry i stopped picking up your calls," you suddenly say softly. "and answering your text messages. and telling my parents to tell you i'm away on vacation every time you came to visit."

he just nods. it hurt when you first started distancing yourself from him. but, what can he do?

he sort of caught on in the second week after you let him facetime call ring twice without an answer. that would’ve marked the fifth call you ignored, and the twentieth text you left him on delivered.

so he dropped it. he thought that maybe you would come around when he comes back to miami. apparently not, because you were ‘away’ on a trip with friends. which, now he knows, could possibly be just a lie.

logan smiles, mostly to himself as you’re looking straight ahead at the playground’s structure. “i get it. it’s alright.”

“no, really,” you adjust yourself to look at him with a sigh. “i feel horrible every single day about what i did. but i just didn’t know how to cope with the fact that you put me in the backseat when i was right there.”

“hey.” logan slumps his shoulders. suddenly he feels a tinge of guilt in his chest, and no amount of quick convincing makes it go away. “i understand why you did what you did. you deserve to be with someone who puts you first. i didn’t do that.”

you shake your head. a small smile creeps up on your face, looking up as your eyes start to glisten under the lights. “you don’t get it.”

“what do you mean?”

“i miss you,” you say in a sigh. “i thought you said you loved me too?”

“i did,” logan nods. then he corrects himself: “i do.”

“i still think of you,” you admit with a small smile. you laugh dryly to yourself before looking ahead at the playground. “sometimes i wonder how different our lives would be if i’d just never… stopped waiting.”

logan rests his head on the chain that holds the swing up. “sometimes i wonder how nice it’d be if i’d just,” he sighs, “chosen you.”

“same.”

he can see himself on the playground with you all those years ago. sitting in the structure, giggling with one another as you talk about your separate lives.

your lives seem to come together when you’re on that playground, though you walk separate paths that would prove to be more detrimental to your friendship.

you’d indulge one another in gossip the other had no idea about, but tried their hardest to relate and mirror frustrations. more often than not, a notebook is laid down on the ground between you while you try to draw out the situation of said gossips.

it always makes logan cringe thinking of how invested he’d gotten in your drama with your friends.

“i’m seeing somebody,” you whisper.

“i heard from mum.”

“yeah.”

logan takes a few breaths. “is he good to you?”

you nod. he just smiles then plants his feet into the ground. “that’s good. i’m so happy for you.”

“he’s not you, though, logan.”

he turns his head, looking at you in shock. “what?”

“i want you to tell me i’ve made a mistake,” you say flatly, turning your head to look at him with a frown. “tell me i shouldn’t be with him.”

“i can’t say that to you,” logan frowns, eyebrows furrowing at your sudden request. “i can’t decide that for you.”

you take a deep breath, shakily letting it out. “tell me you still want me, logan. and i’m all yours.” you sigh. “but i need you to say it to my face. cause i won’t wait for you if you don’t ask me to stay.”

logan searches your eyes for any sort of hesitation, or signs of backing off. but he doesn’t. you’ve got that same glimmer in your eye that he’s seen over and over again.

“i do,” he sighs, shaking his head. “i really do. but i can’t promise you anything. i’ll only break your heart. you know this. we lead two very different lives.”

you shrug, dropping your head again. “we could make it work. you’ll never really know.”

“please don’t do this. you’re with somebody else who gives you the world, i’m sure,” he tried to explain to you. “better than i can. you know at least that for a fact.”

you finally stand up, fists clenched by your side. “i can see it in your eyes, logan. you don’t want things to be this way — i’m giving you a chance to change the course of things.”

he looks up at you, lips parted and mind running with thoughts that all contradicted one another.

not talking to you took a while to get used to. especially when he moved up to formula 1, it was hard to find someone to talk to who would listen to him talk without judgement.

he needed your presence the most when he felt so out of place in his environment; like he was an imposter who didn’t deserve to be where he did.

your sudden departure from his life took a harder hit than he cares to admit. he thought about you every single day: the one person who can tell which smiles he fakes on the daily.

the ultimatum you’re giving him is too tough to make a decision on the spot. in hindsight, he’s not only breaking your heart, but also his.

logan sighs, standing up to tower over you. he hovers a hand over your shoulder. “let me drive you home.”

“no, come on, logan!” you shove his hand away from you and stumble a step back. “do something for once! risk something!”

“it’s not that easy.”

“but it is,” you say, matter-of-factly, giving him a stare of indifference. you hold your arms up by your side and raise your eyebrows. “i know my pain is such an imposition. but i’m tired of feeling like this when i know how you feel for me!

“when i know how to make this pain go away. work with me here, logan.”

“i can’t do that because there are more important things on the line for me right now!” logan spits at you, throwing his hands into the air. “i do, okay! i do love you! i think about you every single day, but i can’t throw away everything i’ve ever worked for just to be with you!”

“who says you’ve got to do that?” you shout back, shoving him slightly. “i’m asking you to choose me alongside everything you’ve got, not drop your entire career for me!”

“i’m a fucking laughing stock, do you not see what’s circulating the internet?” he asks exasperatedly with an eyeroll. “you don’t want that going for you. i’ve got bigger things to work on.”

he turns on his heel and walks towards his truck. when he doesn’t hear your footsteps following him, he stops halfway and turns to you. “get in the car, i’m driving you back.”

“so this is how it’s going to be?” you laugh dryly, gesturing at your surroundings with a finger point. “you’re just going to push me aside because you think you can’t give me what i need?”

“i don’t think it — i know so.”

“and what exactly is it that you think i need?”

“somebody to show up for you when it matters,” logan huffs, slowly making his way back over to you. “somebody who can love you even on his worst days; who can take you out on dates, love you on your bad days, and just be there for you.

“i can’t even do that for myself. what the hell makes you think i can do all of that for you?”

he stops right in front of you, chest heaving from frustration and eyebrows furrowed as he towers over you. “i won’t be the person who can give you what you need. not now, i’m still working to be better.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i’m done with this conversation, (y/n),” he sighs, taking a step back. the smell of your perfume increases his urge to just pull you into his arms, but he can’t do that to you, himself, or the guy you’re with. “get in the car, i’m driving you home.”

"fine, whatever," you snap, folding your arms over your chest and stomping towards him to reach the white pickup truck by the corner.

when he planned on coming home for the winter break, you reaching out was never one of his things to expect. he thought that you were absolutely done with him, given that you hadn't talked to him in nearly two years.

his brothers giving him flack for his formula 1 season, maybe, but you confessing your feelings for him all over again? he hadn't ever thought about it in a million years.

when he climbs into the driver's seat, you've already fastened your seatbelt. your legs are crossed, like your arms over your chest, and your body is tilted towards the window.

logan sighs. "(y/n). please understand it from my side. i don't want to hurt you any more than i already have. you don't deserve this."

you still don't meet his eyes. your eyes are trained on the dark scenery outside with a prominent frown on your face. "just take me back to my parents' house."

"what about your apartment?"

"i put it out on the market a month ago," you admit softly as logan turns on the engine. "i'm moving out of miami."

now, logan is typically a well-tempered person. growing up with brothers, it's definitely one way to train that aspect of yourself.

but the last time he had asked you to reconsider moving to the united kingdom with him after graduation, you had refused. because your life is here in miami: your family, your friends, and everything you've ever known.

all of a sudden, you're moving out of here?

he hadn't faulted you initially, but he might just start seeing a change of heart if it comes down to this.

logan shifts in his seat uncomfortably, lifting his foot from the gas pedal. suddenly he's curious to know more about what's going on in your life: moving out of the house is one thing for you, but moving to a completely different place is something else.

"where are you going?"

"new york for a couple months," you say, staring at the street ahead. "just for some training. after that, i'm off to germany. i got a job offer."

"what about your boyfriend?"

"i haven't told him about it yet," you shrug, "i've been thinking of you too much to consider what is to come of the relationship eventually."

"you shouldn't do that. i'm not your boyfriend."

a dry scoff passes your lips. "thanks, i actually know that."

he pulls up to the front yard of his home. pulling up the handbrake, he turns to you with a hand on the backrest of your seat. "i'm serious. don't sabotage whatever you've got going on for you. embrace it."

"really?" you scrunch your nose as you turn to face him. "life advice from someone who keeps sabotaging all of the lifelines i keep throwing out for him to save what we had going on for years?"

logan sighs. he raises his hands to surrender. "fine. do what you want. i only want the best for you and i know it's not me."

"whatever, logan," you scoff, taking off your seatbelt. you throw it back into place and unlock the car door, pushing it open. "i won't be around forever: remember that."

you crawl out and slam the door behind you. all logan can do is sink in his seat and watch you cross the road, walk up to your front door and shut that behind you as well. you don't spare him another look, which is when it all washes over him like tsunami waves.

but as much as he wants you, he will have to stand true to his words. because he knows his truth: he isn't the person you deserve to be with.

[spookitapes]

Hello, i love your fics! Im a bit embarassed but i had an idea earlier today. Imagine beig on a relationship with Ted while hes a trip visiting every margaritaville or rain forest, whatever you prefer and you miss him a lot so when you can finally go visit him on the trip he shows you how much he missed you by fucking you so good you barely walk the next day. Okay thats all, thank you bye!

a/n: oh my gosh don't be embarrassed! pls send me more stuff I love it !!! and thank you so much for the support< 33 it's mainly RFC buuuut i did a little bonus of margaitaville ft. schlatt at the end :))) sorry it took me a minute to see this in my inbox!! but I hope you enjoy it bc this was actually super fun to write !!

!! 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI !!

surprising ted on his rainforest cafe roadtrip hc's

❧ getting the trip schedule from eddy so you can pick which days works best for you

❧ planning it weeks before they even leave

❧ ted having literally no clue what’s happening

❧ stuffing his face with safari fries when he hears an all too familiar “teddy!” coming from behind him

❧ thinking he’s finally going crazy bc why is he imagining your voice amongst the animatronic themed restaurant's ambiance ??

❧ almost tackling him out of his chair when you finally reach him bc you didn’t realize you were full-on sprinting in the rainforest cafe

❧ a very sweet reunion that takes ted entirely by surprise

❧ (don't worry eddy gets a good angle) it's some nice behind-the-scenes footage for you two :))

❧ “jesus christ honey i didn’t know you’re that strong!”

❧ ted laying his head on your shoulder anytime he can

❧ sharing a sparkling volcano for the memory of it

❧ getting back to the hotel and making out in the elevator on the way to the room you booked

❧ him immediately pinning you to the door when it closes

❧ he's missed you so much

❧ missed your body so much

❧ he'd been having to take cold showers

❧ and that worked until he found the nude polaroids you had left him in his luggage

❧ he's been reduced to jerking off, switching to hot steam instead of a standing ice bath

❧ so you can't really blame him for taking you right there

❧ stripping you of only what's necessary

❧ if your wearing jeans? gone. pants of any kind? bye bye. shorts? across the room...but a dress or a skirt? he's just pushing it up your hips

❧ pulling your panties to the side (if you're wearing any op-)

❧ hiking one of your legs up onto his hip as he barely gets his cock out of his pants before pushing into you

❧ both of you letting out a gasp as he bottoms out

❧ him holding your hand against the door with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other

❧ eventually bringing your leg around his hip up over his shoulder so he can hit deeper

❧ him fucking you so rough the do not disturb sign's swinging on the other side of the door

❧ once you both cum he'll carry you over to the bed so he can finish stripping you

❧ slowly peeling the clothes away as he kisses your skin that appears

❧ him pushing your face into the sheets to muffle the porn star level moans leaving your mouth

❧ "god baby, you're gonna get us kicked out if you keep screaming like that."

❧ but how can you stay quiet when he's balls deep drilling you from the back giving you the best dick of your life ??

❧ him getting fed up so he puts one of his big ass hands over your mouth as he fucks you harder

❧ just the sounds of skin on skin slapping, ted's groans, and your muffled sobs fill the room

❧ going at least three more rounds before he's carrying you to the bathtub to clean you up

❧ begging him to get in with you and getting him to after pulling out the big eyes and jutted out bottom lip combo

❧ scooting up so he can slide in behind you

❧ just holding each other in the warm bubbley water

❧ "i love you so much baby, remind me to never go on a trip without you again."

❧ it's followed with a tender kiss on your forehead

❧ you pause a moment before shifting your head so you can catch his eyes, a smile overtaking your features

❧ he thinks you're gonna say something sappy, something that'll probably make you tear up

❧ "you can go on as many trips as you want if that's how you're gonna fuck me."

❧ he splashes you with the bath water...

❧ the next day he's calling you to hurry up and get ready, something about needing to be back on the road

❧ he gets met with a long, loud, angry groan in return

❧ "uuhhhh honey, you alright?"

❧ him being met with your pouty face looking up from the mound of pillow you had it buried in

"i don't wanna talk to you. you did this to me!"

❧ he's about to question you before you throw your legs off the side and go to stand...only to go tumbling over before ted leaps across the room to save you

❧"your hero," he's smirking down at you, hands around your back and hip as you dangle mid-air

❧ "...more like my murderer." you murmur it out

❧ "oh and who exactly did i kill? you look alive to me."

❧ "MY WHOLE LOWER BODY YOU BIGDICK ASSHOLE!"

(bonus)

you two definitely fuck at jschlatt's during margaritaville

❧ setting it up with schlatt bc you promise him a gift (WINK)

❧ you jump out and surprise them when they get to schlat't's place

❧ him almost tackling you this time

❧ "i fuckin' told ya! HA mother fucker now you owe me $50!" schlatt's laughing maniacally as usual

❧ ted fucking you in front of schlatt as a thank you for the surprise

❧ "this is way fuckin' better than on facetime." (read my other work to get the refrenceeeee)

❧ making you ride him as schlatt records it on ted's phone

❧ reverse cowgirl to get good angles of your pretty face and so ted can watch your greedy hole swallow up his big cock

❧ schlatt shoving the camera in your face when you start getting sloppy, thighs burning from riding your lover for so long

❧ "go on and look at me, angel," he's using his free hand to grip your throat to look at him but your eyes are still closed

❧ ted's interrupting him for a second, "do ya wanna cum? keep on bouncin' then. I'll rub your slutty lil clit if you keep takin' my dick so good."

❧ "be a good little bitch and smile for the camera—thaaaaat's it, honey."

[cambion-companion]

okay i have an idea if you'd be willing - i think you wrote something similar but aemond and his wife are like super hungry and craving something after spending the night on top of each other but its very late now and they sneak into the kitchen and find a chocolate cake. and she's like overjoyed, very focused on eating the cake so she doesn’t even realize how aemond is getting harder again. Bc he's there, watching her, sitting on the table, eating the chocolate cake and he just *loves* the sight so much lmao

Oh hello! I didn't forget about this request, it's been on my mind for months now and I finally wrote a drabble to sate us no pun intended!

Enjoy some dessert with Aemond

Where Aemond is once again surprised by the hold his wife has on him.

Aemond x wife!reader | smut |18+ only

"I'm famished." You breathed heavily, still straddling Aemond as he looked up at you, his face flushed from exertion.

"I would've thought you sated by now my ember." There was suppressed laughter in his breathless voice.

You rocked your hips experimentally, smirking at the groan it elicited from your husband. "Not like that." You slid your hands behind his head, combing your fingers through the silken hair splayed out on the pillow. "I'm craving chocolate." With you chest now flush with his, you nibbled suggestively at Aemond's jaw, continuing your rolling movements.

"I'm almost offended." Aemond tangled his fingers in your hair, dragging your lips up to meet his in a sloppy kiss as he arched into you. "However I know my place." He kissed you softer this time. "Second to none save for chocolate."

You hummed in contented bliss before sliding off Aemond entirely in one fluid movement. Before he could properly react you snatched your dressing robe from the armchair, swinging it about your shoulders, and hastened out into the abandoned corridor. You could hear your husband cursing quietly from the bed chamber as you continued padding down the hallway along the familiar path to the kitchens.

Aemond followed as you descended the castle steps, making sure to avoid any nighttime guard patrols or other late-night adventurers. He joined you within the empty kitchen just as you finished pulling out the tray of leftover chocolate cakes from the pantry. You shot him a grin over your shoulder as he pressed himself behind you, his hands possessively grasping at your hips clad only in the thin velvet of your robe.

Aemond dragged his lips along the curve of your neck as you took a bite of the cake. "You truly have a wicked hold on me." He let out a small gasp as you pushed back against his groin. "That I would allow such reckless gallivanting about the keep."

You took another bite of the rich chocolate, a coating of icing glazing your lips. "I know. I'm the terrible influence in this marriage." You turned your head so he could capture your sweet lips in a searing kiss.

Aemond's tongue swiped the icing from your lips before delving into your mouth to taste you further. He groaned in disapproval as you pulled away to continue eating your dessert.

"Can you fetch me some milk, my love?" You asked him, gesturing to the ice box in the corner of the room.

Aemond's hands flexed on your hips as he rested his chin atop your head. "Hmm. Perhaps if you ask nicely."

"Please?" You smiled, enjoying the feeling of him so warm and so close.

Aemond sighed a little. "Very well. Only for you will a Targaryen play the milk maid."

"Oh there's an image!" You giggled around a mouthful of cake as he reluctantly removed his hands from your body. "Perhaps we should roleplay such in the bedchamber?"

You heard your husband growl something under his breath but paid him no real mind as you shuffled off your robe, allowing it to pool at your feet upon the cold tile floor before positioning yourself in a kneeling position atop the table's smooth wooden surface.

"You do realize if someone were to intrude upon such a scene I would kill them immediately." Aemond could not contain his arousal as his eye swept over your form kneeling on the table with your fingers in the chocolate cake, your eyes wide as you looked at his attempt at severity.

"I highly doubt anyone would bother us here, my dragon." You sucked your icing-covered finger into your mouth, making sure to not break eye contact. "Especially if we make it clear this room is occupied by those wishing not to be disturbed." You cupped your breast with a hand, leaving a trail of chocolate on your skin.

Aemond's eye followed the movement, his arousal already straining against the trousers he'd hastily thrown on. He moved to you as a cat stalks its prey, ducking to taste where your hand had left the sweet stain upon your chest.

Soon the platter of half-eaten cake was forgotten as Aemond climbed over you, his knees knocking yours apart with ease as you surrendered to his demanding touches.

"At last." He breathed before sucking marks onto the skin of your throat. "Now it's my turn for dessert."

[yanderefarm]

I NEED. another part of that achilles x sadistic make reader thing PLEASEEEE

cw;; nsft language, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort, suffocation

ok i wanna write this idea i had so im putting it here bc im attaching the actual part 2 to another ask.

this was supposed to be filthy femboy achilles sending you sexy videos. it got away from me bad.

your lovely partner is a hard worker even with his proclivity for perversion he very rarely ignores work to get off. usually you two maintain a healthy balance, work and play and on weekends you get him for the more extreme play, but he's out of town. his father needed him to go take care of somethings in another city a plane ride away leaving you without your lovely boyfriend's company for the time being.

the first few days coming home without him being there was strange. it was strange to not have him on his knees at your feet, or curled up in your arms, or tied to your metal slab. you hadn't even realized how much your life had become entangled with his until he was gone. you still texted him every day but you were really starting to get lonely. i mean... his texts leave something to be desired.

'good morning.'

'good night'

'i had an avocado and banana smoothie for breakfast.'

'im working'

'please don't call me at this time.'

it's bad enough that in person he looks like a lifeless robot sometimes, why does he text like one too? you could get more emotion from an alexa. you've been trying to be understanding because you know he's just that kind of person but it didn't help your loneliness. you were trying to call him at night before he went to bed just to hear his voice.

'please don't call me at this time.'

that message was really starting to piss you off. you couldn't be nice anymore.

'answer your fucking phone or im going to bleed you.'

it took a few minutes, about 10 to be exact, for your phone to ring. you immediately picked it up about to scold him for his lack of communication when you heard his harsh breathing on the other side. you could recognize it as how he usually sounded after something intense.

"chilles? are you ok?" your brow furrowed in worry.

"m okay" his words slurred slightly which usually meant he was fucked out.

"... you wanna try again? maybe this time tell me what bitch you're fucking?" your eye twitched in anger.

"m not-"

"im not stupid. you've been barely talking to me this whole week, you won't answer my calls, and now you sound like you just got your ass pounded. so you wanna try again? one more chance before i start sharpening my knife."

you heard him struggle to take a breath before finally letting out a pathetic little whimper. "m sorry, sir."

you let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through your hair, gripping a handful of it as your anger became overwhelming. here you were being lonely and worried and missing him! and this stupid whore was out in another city running around with some bitch.

".... so. is this another attempt to get your throat slit or do you just.. not... care?" fuck you hated how your voice started to crack at the end.

"i.. i would gladly accept your punishment. i tried to resist for as long as I could."

"you fuckin-! yeah! you poor thing must have been so fucking hard for you to resist that!" you were messing up your hair as you rubbed at your head like you were trying to scrub him from your mind.

"im sorry sir. i know im a disappointment."

"disappointment?! that doesn't even begin to describe it!"

"im... im sorry... i didn't realize you would be so angry." you heard him make a hesitant sound before he spoke again. "we'll be here another week and I'll try to behave until we return."

you dropped your hand from your hair instead rubbing the bridge of your nose. tears were starting to gather in your eyes.

"don't bother coming back here. next time i see you you'd be lucky if i don't actually kill you."

you heard a strangled noise on the other side of the phone.

"no... please please, i know im bad. im the trash beneath your shoes. im disgusting and vile. but please please please" you could hear his voice cracking as he started to quietly cry.

you hated how it pulled at your heart.

"you should have thought about that before you 'couldn't resist'." you heard your own voice sounding rough and raw.

"i... i didn't think a toy would make you this angry i-"

"a what."

"a -a toy? the-the toy i bought..."

".... im gonna fucking murder you. you bought a sex toy??"

"yes-! im sorry. im sorry i knew i shouldn't have. i should have just waited. im sorry."

"you..." you couldn't help but laugh as tears fell down your cheeks. "fuck you're stupid."

"im sorry i know. im sorry."

"shut up. jesus... i thought you were cheating on me moron."

"i would never?? i-??" he sounded so genuinely confused.

"you've been avoiding me all week, chilles. you won't take my calls, you text me like a robot, and when I finally hear your voice you're all... horny."

"ive been very busy... every night ive had to go to different nightclubs for meetings... you always manage to call when im trying to be intimidating and I know i wouldn't be able to compose myself if I heard your voice."

"and tonight? you did it again."

"i... i should have answered but i knew i was misbehaving. .....and it would have been hard to speak."

"what were you doing? don't spare the details. i don't want room for more misunderstanding."

you heard him swallow hard.

"i bought the largest... silicone penis... they had at the store. i used some spare rope to tie a noose to the closet and then i put a chair with the toy in it underneath the noose. you called right when i started..."

"you're such a freak. jesus..." you wiped the last of the tears from your face. you let out a sigh of relief and relaxed into the couch. "you shoulda just answered i would have talked you through it."

"i was embarrassed and ashamed of myself... i knew you would be angry"

"yeah i think being convinced you were cheating on me is much better."

"i would never cheat on you. you're the only thing that holds meaning to me. you are my god, i only continue to exist by your will."

"there you go saying weird shit again."

"i mean it... my whole being is only for you. you're not my soulmate you're the owner of my soul. i wish you would carve me open and live inside my skin only then would i be close enough to you." you heard him whine softly.

"freak. ...i miss you. so much. i guess it's getting to my head not being able to hear you say your weird shit and worship me every day."

"i miss you so deeply... i feel empty and purposeless without you. even sexual gratification was empty..."

"did you finish?"

"yes... im.. im still sitting on it. i just removed the noose so i could talk to you."

"perv. c'mon baby boy drag yourself off that thing. it's bath time."

you heard him shift slightly most likely shivering.

"will you... guide me through bath time?"

"yeah. it'll help me relax too."

"thank you, sir. i love you."

you let out another sigh. you could feel your heart swell at his words spoken so softly with only the slightest of warmth. it was like you were freezing because his slight warmth seeped into your heart and spread through every inch of your body.

"i love you too."

BONUS;;

achilles: i don't really sound like a robot do i?

sadist darling: sorry babe. you're super roboty.

achilles: ive been trying to be sweet and text you everyday....

sadist darling: .... just add 1 emoji babe. it'll do you wonders.

achilles: like this..? ⛓️ good morning ⛓️

sadist darling: .because you're chained to me? is that right?

achilles: yes. 🧎

sadist darling: i take it back no more emojis.

[floydira]

back at it again at Krispy Kreme.

Hello again!! It's me the silly anon (☆—(≧⁠▽°)★~) I have another request. I was kinda thinking about another Floyd x transmasc reader one shot idea and I thought to myself "hey! Wouldn't it be could if they had a egg (baby) together?" :3.

This doesn't have to be NSFW/smut at all and you don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it (obvi, I don't think I can force you into writing this (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) ). Anyway, thank you!!!!! - anon ☆—(≧⁠▽°)★~

(p.s. I loved the other fic, it was great :3)

₊˚﹒✶﹒Taking Care Of Our Own .ᐟ

floyd having a baby with transmasc reader.

heads up! established relationship, usage of endearment terms, parenthood & a baby.

note ; hello silly anon!! this was a cute request. ngl this was kind of hard for me bc I don't really experience writing about parent stuff 😭 but I tried my best. I might make a continuation of this with the relationship between floyd and the reader with the baby and their dynamic, if you want.

floyd woke up with a mixed coloured egg in his hair, he was surprised at first.

he immediately talked to you about the egg, how excited but nervous he was and was eager to hear your viewpoint about it.

"we're having a baby! It would be so pleasant to take care of our own baby, but I'm so nervous. what if I mess up?" he said to you.

"I'm sure you won't, love. you've already done a good job loving me and taking care of me, I'm sure you'll do a good job for our baby too. plus, you won't be alone! I'll be right here with you, along the way. we can do this!" you reassure him while holding his hands.

"you're right. it's funny, I'm usually the one who says stuff like that yet you're the one saying my things back to me. thanks, honey." he gives you a warm smile as he leans in to hug you, a little tighter than usual. you take notice of that and pat his back gently.

It's been a few days since floyd first woke up with the egg in his hair. he hasn't informed any of his brothers yet about his situation. for now, only you and him know. he says he's saving it to tell when the egg finally hatches.

you were both doing your own stuff. with you cooking and floyd writing inside his journal.

you call floyd over to eat as you've finished cooking. he comes in and sits down across from you.

while you both ate, you decided to ask,

"so when's the egg gonna hatch anyway? do you have any idea?"

"not really, hun. I'm not too sure about it eith–" he gets cut off by the sound of something.

"Is that the egg?" you ask him.

floyd puts his hand in his hair and brings the egg out. lo and behold, the egg is moving– or well– shaking.

"oh gosh, it's happening!" floyd exclaims.

you both watch the egg shaking as it slowly cracked, your baby pops out!

it has traits from both you and floyd mixed together.

you suddenly hear sobs coming from floyd. you tear your eyes away from the baby that floyd is cradling to look up at him. his eyes filled with tears, happy tears.

you chuckle lightly, "oh, you baby..." you say to him as you wipe his tears away.

both of your hearts were warm and filled with joy as you stared at your own little baby that just hatched.

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It's been a week since your baby hatched from the egg. only now have you and floyd invited his brothers, along with poppy.

"oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" poppy screams excitedly. she's playing with the baby's tiny hands and fingers, talking to it in a baby voice.

"It's so cute! agh, you guys made the cutest baby I've ever seen!" poppy remarks, while cradling the baby in her arms.

"well, of course, it came from me and floyd. two hotties together make a cute baby." you state playfully, with a subtle wink towards floyd. floyd only giggles with his cheeks slightly heated.

"have you guys named it yet?" john dory asks.

"nope, but we're thinking about it." floyd answers.

"ooh! ooh! name suggestions! how about indigo, or eden?!" poppy suggests, bouncing lightly.

"what about haven? it has a nice touch to it." branch spoke.

"what do you think, hun?" floyd turns to you, with a smile visible on his face.

you thought deeply about it, "I think haven does have a nice ring to it." you affirmed.

you notice branch subtly light up from you considering his suggestion.

"ooh, bummer...I wanted my one to be picked." poppy mutters to herself.

"have you already prepared yourself for parenthood, floyd?" bruce asks.

floyd chuckles awkwardly, "to be honest, not really, but I think I'll manage."

bruce pats floyd on the shoulder, "if you need any advice, you know who to go to."

bruce gives him a singular finger gun.

"if your kid wants to visit putt putt village sometime, feel free to come." clay states

"will do, clay, will do." floyd replies.

after a while of conversing and hanging out, with some of them playing with your baby, floyd's brothers, along with poppy finally leave your humble abode, leaving you and floyd alone together. with the baby, of course.

"you thinking what I'm thinking" you say to floyd while moving your eyebrows up and down mischievously.

floyd rolls his eyes and shakes his head while grinning like a lovesick fool in denial playfully as a nonverbal reply to what you said. he hugs the baby closer in his arms and intertwines his hands in yours.

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Not too sure if you're bored of these yet but have another ask.

Reader's work. Do they work at home or not? If they don't, what's the day like for hybrid Bakugou who's stuck home alone? If they do, how do they keep Baku busy every now and then while they work? Cause we all know sometimes we have to sadly get rid of distractions to get some work done, even if it's one ya want~

Finally in a writing mood!!!! Sorry for the wait my angel, thank you for your patience!!

For reader’s work, I imagine you to have a job in law (bc I do) since reader is so passionate about equality for hybrids. You spend a fair bit of time in the office, but you’re allowed to go home frequently enough to make sure Katsuki is okay.

It’s horrible leaving him by himself for long hours of the day. Your mornings usually consist of you hunting down your shoes since Katsuki hides them from you, and they often have bite marks from his mauling. You then have to encourage him to eat something before you go, because you know he’d probably nap too much or forget to eat out of anxiety rebelliousness.

Soooooo, what do you do with a pouty pup who gets anxious when you work? You give him as many toys as possible! Since living with you, you have given him so many toys that he is often spoiled for choice. Squeaky chickens, rope toys, balls, the whole works. He could spend many an hour chewing on them and gnawing holes in them.

Then of course, you have the TV. Katsuki didn’t understand it at first, barking and snarling viciously at the screen when he first settled in. But now he races to grab the remote before you can, chuffing victoriously when he clicks to a nature documentary. You can only roll your eyes playfully as he settles on the couch whilst you make his favourite breakfast of sausage and bacon butties.

He sits for hours watching the soothing waves of the ocean and its inhabitants, of lush rainforests and harsh deserts. You often hear him growl at the TV when smaller prey animals are on the screen, and you can practically feel his drool drip onto the couch. You serve him his breakfast with a gentle rub between the ears, then get ready and fight him for your shoes.

With a final goodbye kiss, your hybrid is left to his own devices. You taught him your phone number in case he needed it, but he much preferred when you called him. So he sits and waits for you to come back. He watches TV for a while, potters around the house and naps. For lunch he waits for your phone call, sitting in almost silence bar a few grunts or growls when you ask him questions. He’ll then potter to the fridge and heat up the food you left him.

You had been teaching him to cook. He was quite the natural, but he was still learning and you didn’t quite trust him to cook by himself just yet. He eats lunch, naps more and plays with his squeaky toy. If he’s lucky, FatGum video calls him with his best friend Kirishima. The two puppy-boys stare at each other as they communicate.

It was abysmal, the guilt that rotted in your tummy after leaving him alone for so long. That’s when you had the most amazing idea ever. So, you changed up your routine. Along your journey to work, you passed by FatGum’s farm.

Katsuki waited for you on the couch as you finished getting ready for work. You wandered into the living room, yet again tutting at the state of your backup shoes that Katsuki had mauled. He smirked indignantly. You shook your head.

“Kats, go get your shoes. You’re coming with me today, I have a surprise!” You told him, grabbing your jacket. Katsuki stared at you.

He would never admit the thump in his heart. Was he bad? Were you sick of him?? Were you getting rid of him?!

“Well, go on. I have to be at work soon, so hurry,” you ushered him gently. Katsuki swallowed as he stared at you. You caught on almost immediately as your gaze softened.

“I promise you Kats, it’s a really nice surprise. I’ve not lied to you before, have I? Go on, I’ll wait for you,” you promised him softly, rubbing his sandy ears.

Katsuki stood up shakily, walking to his room. He was sure you’re going to get rid of him. He prays that you would do good on your promise to love him forever. He slowly makes his way downstairs, you smiling at him gently as you held out his jacket. You fixed his collar for him, the silver tag with his name and address soothing his nerves.

You’d never get rid of him if you’re making him wear his collar.

Katsuki followed you to the car, sitting in front as he puts on his seatbelt. After doing the same, you pet his ears proudly.

“My good boy, such a good boy,” you coo. Katsuki’s tail swayed against his will, causing him to pout as you giggled. You drove the familiar way to work, but caused him to blink at the destination you stopped at.

FatGum’s farm.

You get out the car, opening his door and walked to the door. An excited series of barks akin to gunshots sounded off as a happy redhead bounced in the window. FatGum opened the door with a laugh as a streak of red bashed into Katsuki, sniffing and chuffing his best friend.

Katsuki couldn’t help his wagging tail as he sniffed his friend back, growling a little when he was caught smiling.

“I feel so bad leaving you alone during the day. So, whilst I’m at work, FatGum said you’re more than welcome to spend the day here! You’ll be helping him of course, with some work here and there but it won’t be difficult,” you explain happily.

Katsuki stared at you with wide eyes, Kiri clinging to him happily. He walked to you slowly, before resting his forehead against yours with a gentle bump. His carmine eyes were soft as they looked at you through blonde eyelashes. You felt his gratitude as you gave him a hug and bid him farewell, leaving him to play with his best friend.

[angyalikira]

sfw + nsfw relationship headcanons for mike schmidt

author's note: had a lot of thoughts regarding this pretty boy and i decided to finally write them down! do tell me if you have similar or totally different hcs for him, would love to hear everyone's opinions <3

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⋆ super awkward at first and says some embarrassing stuff because he doesn't know how to act around you

⋆ gets more comfortable with time and the conversations flow more naturally

⋆ enjoys observing you and your reactions to anything really

⋆ doesn't initiate a lot of conversation at first because he sucks at it, but that doesn't mean he isn't interested

⋆ be prepared to be the one to initiate meet ups and conversations a lot (he really appreciates you for doing that though)

⋆ tries to be super respectful and always keeps an appropriate distance between you guys

⋆ you have to sit closer to him or stand right next to him so he gets the hint that you are comfortable with being closer to him

⋆ in the beginning he does ask if it is alright to sit so close to you

⋆ either you have to confess or he confesses randomly one day bc he slipped up

⋆ he doesn't think himself worthy of your attention or love, that's why he never planned to confess

⋆ if he's the one who confesses on accident, he will panic because he fears that this will make you distance yourself from him

⋆ please please PLEASE reassure this boy and give him a big hug so he knows you feel the same way and can calm a bit down

⋆ on the first day he still can't wrap his mind around how you reacted positively to his confession and that you feel the same way

⋆ it takes a bit of reassurance and confirmation that yes you DO actually like him and yes you really do want to be with him

⋆ once he gets comfortable with the idea, he will be so clingy and touchy

⋆ still fears to loose you and that you might change your mind so he wants to show you how much you mean to him in every possible way

⋆ he cooks for you, he lets you borrow his clothes, he gives you a lot of cuddles

⋆ what he still struggles with at first is kissing you whenever he wants (which he could do now)

⋆ so please kiss this pretty boy often so he can get comfortable with that too

⋆ at first his kisses are soft and slow, holding and treating you with utmost care

⋆ his heart always feels like it will explode when you guys kiss, he feels so much love for you

⋆ but once he gets used to kissing you he gets more needy and a bit sloppy, like his life depended on it

⋆ he never gets too rough with it though, he respects you too much to ever treat you roughly

⋆ he also loves your cheek kisses, it makes him feel so loved

⋆ now let's get to hand holding – his favourite activity

⋆ he finds your hands so soft and warm, if he could he would never let go of them

⋆ he will find any excuse to hold your hand as much as he can: while cooking (to show off how good he is with only using one of his hands), while cuddling and watching a show, while going out and about (he's also a bit possessive of you)

⋆ he also LOVES when you link your arms together, especially when you snuggle up to him that way

⋆ makes him feel very manly and protective of you (in a non toxic way ofc)

⋆ this man is so touch starved, he will thrive so much on the smallest of gestures in general

⋆ he loves when you play with his hair, makes his headaches immediately disappear

⋆ he loves to be the small spoon since he is so used to being the protector and provider, it's nice to just be held and being cared for sometimes

⋆ another cuddling position he loves is holding you in his arms while you have abby in yours, that way he can hold his whole world in his arms

⋆ sleeping with him also includes either him sleeping on top of you, you sleeping on top of him or you snuggled up to his side. point is he has to touch you in some way

⋆ going back to his slightly possessive side, he ADORES when you wear his clothes

⋆ those times he feels like he is on cloud nine and he wishes he could just freeze this moment and live in it forever

⋆ he loves the domestic vibes of it (he is very domestic in general)

⋆ tries to act like it's not that big of a deal to him but you see right through him

⋆ it also makes him feel good when you are meeting other people while wearing his clothes, it's like marking you to him

⋆ he in fact adores it so much that you could be standing in the kitchen with his shirt on on a random day and he would come in, see you and seriously debate if he should just ask you to marry him right then and there

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⋆ idc what anyone else says, this man is not a dom – he's so submissive (maybe he has little switch side too him but that's it)

⋆ he LOVES when you take absolute control and boss him around

⋆ make him beg and he will cum just by the thought of touching you

⋆ he loves being overstimulated and will cry but beg you to not stop

⋆ he also wants you to be satisfied and comfortable every time, you are his first priority

⋆ he is open to trying things out, he trusts you enough for it

⋆ his favourite position is you on top riding him

⋆ this boy loves to mark you in any way possible

⋆ expect hickeys all over your neck, collarbones and thighs

⋆ he likes to cum deep inside you, another way of him to mark you

⋆ in return he also likes it when you mark him, it's a nice reminder for him that he is yours as you are his

⋆ he gets off on getting his hair pulled and moans every time you do it

⋆ he's a whiner and LOUD, but will try his best to be as quiet as possible (since abby is in the same house)

⋆ regarding abby, he will try to fuck you whenever she is not home but if she is he will try to put on the radio, the tv, anything so she doesn't have to suspect anything

⋆ he also won't risk doing it outside his room, he doesn't want to disturb her in any way or form

⋆ that being said, he loves being teased and getting excited to fuck

⋆ especially when you guys are out with others and you tease him under the table

⋆ since he is a bit socially awkward he will have a hard time managing the conversations and keeping a straight face but he loves the thrill of it

⋆ but just as before, he loves and cares for you too much to just fuck you out in public (even in the public toilets), he will wait till you guys get home so he can have you in private

⋆ he likes to go multiple rounds and enjoys spending a lot of time with you

[juliasturnz]

“My teenage dream”

🜸 - this fanfic is requested again, @monroesturnns !! Make sure to follow her!♥️

★ - summary:

you and Chris haven’t been more then just friends.. you always had a crush on him, later that night you and Chris have a really deep conversation and some things don’t go as planned.

༆ - warnings!:

kissing, cussing, slightly sexual touch and use of alcohol (lmk if there is something else that triggers u!)

✫彡 - writers note :)

hi guys i just wanted to thank you all for the nice comments and follows, it means alooott thank you again 💖

★ - other role again!:

good friend chloe.. Good friend? Idrk she is js the type to leave you behind at a party..

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You are going to this huuuge party, it’s so exiting but you haven’t been to a party in a long time so you have no idea what to expect.

You are wearing something that will make a guy completely crazy.. a mini dress and your ass-cheeks are slightly visible. You’d always love to dress that way and you still do, but this old friend of yours is organizing it, he has always been nice to me but something is just feeling different.

Chloe has been texting you nonstop, ‘stop fucking texting me, oh my god!’ You say when she send you at least more then 10 messages. She has been telling you about the party for a hour long, ‘I’m getting ready rn I’ll be there in a half hour.’ You send her a voice message, I don’t feel like typing rn bc the black wand from my mascara is basically glued in my hands. Even when you send a voice message she just ignores you and talks further about boys and again the party.

When you finally type ‘I’m done’ to your yapping friend she finally stops talking, ‘okay I’ll be there in 20 minutes!’ She yells through a voice message. Your phone finally has been stop going off, until a familiar number pops up it’s Chris. You are texting with him while your doing your last things like putting on a perfume, checking your bag if you have everything and a few things more. Only a little time was left and he asks you if you want to face time.

‘Hey Chris, how r you!’ You act like you haven’t been talking the last 10 minutes, you kinda forget how well you guys went along and he basically starts acting with you ‘oh I haven’t spoken you in a long time y/n how are you?’ He looks at you through the phone with a little grin right before you two start busting out laughing. ‘Do you wanna take a little shot before the party?’ he asks you with a smile on his face. You take a good look at his face, hm he hasn’t changed a lot only his hair. You catch yourself looking at his blue eyes through the screen. ‘Oh wow.’ You cover your mouth when you realize you said that out loud. ‘Huh? Is there something wrong?’ He looks at you with a confused face and give you a little smile. Oh fuck do you think he noticed. Before you freak out and just stand there in silence you hear a ring from the doorbell. ‘I-I am sorry Chloe is here I’ll see you at the party bye!’ ‘Oh uh bye!’ I really hope I didn’t make thing weird.

Before you could even open the door someone has been screaming on the streets ‘hurry up we gotta go!’ You hear her high pitched voice so you hurry up before she starts yelling. ‘On my way!’ I think she heard me at least I hope so.

when you arrive at the front door she’s already speaking about the party and the fact that we have to hurry even though we had about 10 minutes left. ‘Can you hurry? We need to go there quick!’ ‘Chloe we have literally 10 mi’- she interrupts you immediately ‘no? We need to hurry like right now!’ ‘Girl calm down’ you whisper to yourself, you definitely don’t want her to hear what you were saying, bc that would 100% cause drama.

you put on one last time your favorite cologne and again deodorant and leave the house with Chloe talking about boys once again. ‘Girl you need a man in your life, you’re kinda boring.’ She casually says and turns around to your face completely in shock. What did she just say? ‘You heard me, we are going to find you a man tn.’ ‘What I don’t n’- once again she cuts you off

The rest of the car ride y’all stay silent which is surprising, normally Chloe would be either talking shit, brag about her “amazing” boyfriend or either talk about parties.

You arrive at Chris’ big house, ‘dang this mf has a big house!’ You stand right in front of a big mansion with already drunk teenagers in the front yard and the sound of music that hits your ears. ‘This is gonna be amazing!!!!’ Chloe is literally screaming. You just follow her in silence to the front door.

Before you could even ask her a thing she is already standing with her “amazing” boyfriend and her other friends, you look around to find someone to talk to bc no way your going to be standing with them. You look around and catch a glance from someone across the room and the someone is Chris. He looks so good, even tho he only wears a pair of baggy pants, a see through blouse with a light blue tie. Just perfect. He catches you looking at him and walks over to you. He is only a few inches away from you when you start apologizing right away, he makes you nervous. ‘Look I’m so sorry about what happened when we’- ‘shhh it’s okay, don’t think about it too much. I know you stared at my eyes,’ ‘well yes your eyes are pretty gorgeous.’ You look at him with a little shy but a naughty smile on your face. ‘Should we take that shot then?’ You follow him into the kitchen.

It isn’t really busy in here, but you’ve never seen this much red plastic cups around you. Chris catches your looking around mostly at the amount of red cups that are just laying around. ‘Please don’t mind this fucking mess.’ He kinda looks disappointed, ‘the way you said that sounds promising.’ You grin at his face still scanning almost every cup. ‘Anyways should we do 3 vodka shots?’ ‘Sounds good to me.’ You give him a warm smile as he fills the fancy shot glasses.

He hands you the pretty full shot glasses and looks at you and says ‘to the pretty woman in front of me.’ You blink twice, did he really said that oh my god. ‘You heard me.’ You giggle at his reaction and let the strong drink fall back into your throat. ‘This shit is disgusting.’ ‘Do you want a martini? I can make one for you.’ ‘Oh okay mr bartender.’ He giggles at your reaction.

You drink your martini while he has just a casual Pepsi, ‘so what brings you here tonight?’ He looks up at you with a very flirtatious look, ‘tbh like actually, even though my “friend” dragged me into here.. you.’ You keep looking at his now lightened up eyes. You can’t help but stare at them for a while. He interrupts your intense look, ‘wait what do you mean “friend”?’ He always seems to aks you things in a deeper level, something always felt connected between the two of you. Well she’s just idk not really my friend idk what she is.’ He gives you a worried look, ‘it’s okay I’m here.’ He lays his hand on your shoulder, what makes you tingle by his touch. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Ofcourse anytime.’ your curiosity bottles up ‘why did you even invite Chloe in the first place, not to be rude but she isn’t nice at all.’ ‘Oh my god is your “friend” Chloe?’ ‘Yeah I guess, why?’ ‘She cheated on me.’ He blurred out. ‘I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bring i’- you’re being interrupted by her storming into the kitchen. ‘Ugh I need more drinks,’ she looks everything but sober. ‘Oh no here come Chloe you need to rest.’ Chris helps you with her, you bring her upstairs to a free bedroom. ‘What a surprise.’ He stands in the doorway after he helped you let her lay down in a strangers bed, kind of waiting for you and watching you while you tuck Chloe into a strangers bed. ‘I’m so sorry about what she did.’ You turn your face to his face. ‘You don’t have to be sorry about this, but why are you even her friend, she’s such a dumbass.’ ‘She helped me through a rough time, but she became popular and she forgot about me.’ ‘Damn I’m sorry.’ He walks up to you and give you a hug out of nowhere. ‘It felt like you needed one.’ You sink into his shoulder and start sobbing out of thin air. ‘Hey hey, your okay your here with me come.’ He takes you to the bathroom to help you fix your perfectly done makeup.

‘You are really pretty you know that.’ You couldn’t focus on anything rn but his pink lips. ‘Oh your needy.’ He gives you a whole different tone. He leans into a kiss. You kiss him back right away. His hands fall on your waist and moves down to your thighs and while he squeezes them just the slightest bit. This was the best kiss you probably ever had. There is going so much through your head rn, “his lips are so soft” “he smells so good” “his lips taste just like vanilla” when you stop the most perfect kiss ever, you kind of wake up again. ‘You are a really good kisser mr bartender.’ You would never said this in any universe, it might be the drinks you had or the strong confidence you got while you were around him. ‘Am I? Should we get another drink then?’ You follow him to the kitchen again.

you surprisingly hold his hand while you walk through the dancing, drunk or smoking people. But trust me you definitely got eyes on you. When you and Chris reach the kitchen you fall back into the cheating topic, your friend. ‘And then she just cheated on me.’ You catch a little tear that flows down his cheek. ‘I’m so sorry Chris, you honestly don’t deserve that.’ You get of the barstool and hug him tight and go with your fingers through his soft hair. ‘Do you wanna take a walk or smth?’ He removes his head from your shoulder. You nod right away, ‘don’t you got to focus on what’s happening inside of here?’ Your kind of worried someone might literally burn the house down. ‘They’ll be alright the most of them are drunk anyway or Nick and Matt will take care of it, I hope so.’ he shrugs his shoulders and takes a Pepsi. ‘Oh okay then, should we go?’ ‘Yes.’ He sticks his hand out and you and you hold his hand while you walk out of the front door, holding each others hand.

He takes you to a small beach just at the end of the block, ‘it’s beautiful here!’ You can’t help but keep looking around even though it’s already night. ‘I know right, this place brings me so much peace.’ You and Chris are still holding hands, he looks down at the hands holding each other and slightly squeezes your hand. He gives you that one smile you missed a lot. ‘I love your smile so much.’ His cheeks turn slightly pink in the bright moonlight. ‘Should we just sit down and talk, I just wanted to get away from those people. I don’t know why I invited the half of those people. I didn’t wanna be rude yk?’ ‘Trust me I know. He lets his hand go while you nod at his first question. You keep on knowing exactly what he means in different scenarios, ‘I know exactly what you mean.’ You can’t help but keep on saying.

You are having such a great time with Chris, you missed this a lot. You reach the topic from the friendship between you two. ‘I really missed this,’ he looks at you with a sudden serious look. He is speaking exactly what you thought not even 20 min ago. ‘I really did too.’ He looks at your lips and kisses you once again. ‘Y/n I really love you, but I can’t keep you on a friend level. You make me so happy, you know me on a different level and I feel so co’- you interrupt him what kinda makes you feel bad bc those words were so beautiful. ‘I wanna be your girlfriend Chris. Your little speech was so beautiful btw.’ That makes him giggle a bit. And he kisses you in the bright moonlight at the beach once again.

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𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 ⋅⋆☆⋆⋅

adult!Van x fem!reader (smut)

you are her younger partner and get an idea during date night that might qualify you as a bad influence on her

minors dni. warnings: top!reader, semi public sex, oral, fingering

(note: i know i don´t interact much on here bc it´s just a side blog, but i saw some of you followed me, so thanks <3 I had fun with this one, hope u enjoy xx💌)

it was finally Friday night after a long week of you and Van barely seeing each other, so she had taken you out for a nice dinner, to properly make up for the time you´d spent apart. after leaving the restaurant it was still light out and neither of you wanted to go home just yet, so she drove you to a beautiful spot overlooking a lake, just in time to witness a golden sunset. you decided to just enjoy the view on a bench for a while, sharing some pastries she´d brought for desert. you were the only two people around, it was peaceful, idyllic.

as the sun set, it got increasingly cold and Van´s freckled cheeks grew pink, you kept staring at her from the side, captivated by her; the way her pretty hair fell down her shoulders, the way her soft lips glistened in the remaining sunlight, the way she looked like she was blushing. you were suddenly overcome with desire for her, eager to get your hands on her. you knew that the drive back home was gonna take about an hour but you wanted her right there, in that moment, more than anything.

"can I ask you something?" you said, breaking the silence, looking at her, grinning a little. she eyed you, wondering what was going through your mind, "depends" she said, her voice low, so you leaned closer, "have you ever had sex in your car?", she raised her eyebrows, a little stunned by the sudden bold question ,"no, never", you kept looking at her, unwilling to let it go, determined "and...would you ever?", your hand on her thigh now, giving away exactly where you wanted things to go, it became clear to her, "okay I see, you´re trying to corrupt me, aren´t you?" you smiled, your other hand in her hair now, her weak spot; anything resembling hair pulling got Van to her knees immediately, always, "maybe, yeah" you admitted, watching her expression change, obviously affected by your attempt to persuade her.

you leaned even closer now to whisper to her "i want you so fucking bad, i can´t wait until we´re home, i need you, please Van" placing a kiss on her temple, then on her cheek, traveling down to her neck, kissing her tenderly, breathing in her familiar scent, already feeling yourself grow hot and excited, a groan her escaped her before answering "fuck it, you win, come". she took your hand and pulled you up, looking around to make sure you were truly the only people around, dragging you to her car, your face lit up now, satisfied from seeing her fold so easily.

she got into the back seat, you got in on the other side, banging the door shut so loud she laughed "jesus you´re eager", the second she closed the door on her side you were all over her, pulling her towards you, kissing her sloppily, almost biting her lips from how desperate you were, both of you moaning into each other´s mouths now, your hands grabbing her face, hard, your fingers running through her hair, pulling a little, getting a whimpering sound out of her.

you backed away, panting, pulling up her shirt and the tank top underneath, almost violently, grabbing her tits with your cold hands, hearing her gasp, her nipples immediately growing hard from the touch, "fuck..." she cursed under her breath, her head now resting against the door, eyes closed, legs sprawled out over the backseat, you on top of her, your mouth attached to her chest, tongue running over her skin, sucking, savoring it, making humming sounds from the pleasure, her breathing now irregular and interrupted by moans "god, you feel so good".

you needed more of her so you unbuttoned her pants, dragging them down to her ankles, including her underwear, which left her exposed to you, her thighs already pushing upwards in anticipation, your hands pulling them apart a little to position yourself between them, "you have no idea how much i want you" you whispered, taking in the sight of her, flushed, panting, almost angelic looking, "you´re so fucking hot" she praised, staring at you, turned on by the way you were admiring her body, "please..." she begged, needing you as badly as you needed her.

you placed your hands on her thighs, holding her in place, caressing her a little before kissing her inner thigh all the way up, biting down here and there, feeling her wince a little, until you could finally run your tongue over her wetness, a shudder running through her from the sudden contact. you couldn´t be slow with it, you were too hungry for her, your face buried within seconds, tongue diving in with deep, needy movements, sliding up and down between her aroused lips, your mouth stopping at her clit for a moment, sucking the sensitive spot, hard enough to make her moan without regard for how loud she was being, her hands grabbing your head, your hair, encouraging you to keep going, to give into your need to devour her.

the thing that immediately drove you insane when you and Van first started dating, was how this very composed and chill seeming person was so unbelievably sensitive to physical touch, anything you did to her, a gentle squeeze here, a lingering hand there, was enough to turn her into a needy mess; sometimes an unexpected kiss on her exposed shoulder was enough to hear her breathing get heavy all of a sudden, so during sex it was that times a thousand. nothing pleased you more than always feeling her body not just want, but need yours.

you were deeply enjoying the feeling of having your way with her out in a public space like that, the urgency of it, the way you were literally all over her due to a lack of space, eating her out like you´d been apart for months when it had only been a few days, sounding pretty desperate yourself while sucking on her overstimulated skin, feeling her writhe under you, Van´s hair all messed up by then, her top still pulled up over her chest, the hottest sight imaginable to you.

after a while your hand wandered up to where your mouth was already busy, you looked up at her from between her legs for a second, seeing her nod, urging you to do it, so you ran two fingers over her, eliciting a gasp, before pushing them inside of her and starting to fuck her slowly, feeling and hearing her unravel, her hand clinging onto the seat for support. you continued the motion with your fingers, curling upwards, hitting the spot, feeling her hips bucking hard against you, licking her clit to add to the sensation, relentless in your pursuit to make her feel as good as possible, you could tell she was close, her muscles contracting more and more each passing second,"it´s okay baby, do it, i got you" encouraging her to let go, feeling her thighs trying to squeeze together but keeping them apart. a few final hard pushes from your fingers mixed with your tongue on her made her body shudder and tense up one last time before you could feel her legs relaxing a little and her breathing become steadier again, removing your hand but still lazily licking up her juices while she came down from the climax, telling her how good she tastes.

finally, you got up from between her legs, adjusting your hair, wiping your mouth, your chin, smiling at her, seeing her face all red and glowing from the high, mouth still parted. you had gotten so wet from pleasing her and hearing her moan and whine that you reached down your own pants to quickly finish yourself off but she intervened, sitting upright, shaking her head, "no stop, my turn, let me take care of you", you nodded, obeying, feeling her hand reach down your underwear, "god..." she groaned, feeling how wet you were, the fabric practically dripping, she knew she didn´t need to do much at all, her fingers sliding between your folds for a second, gathering some of the wetness before rubbing your clit, watching you close your eyes, your hand on her shoulder to steady yourself, finishing very shortly after, too turned on to last any longer, pulling her hand up from between your legs to kiss her fingers, her knuckles; a moment of spontaneous pure tenderness. she was your partner after all, not just a hookup.

once Van could actually form a clear thought again, she shook her head in disbelief, realizing what you two had just done, somewhat in public, “fucking hell...you´ll get us trouble one of these days" she said, leaning back, smiling, eyeing you, so obviously enamored, "take it as a compliment" you responded, smiling back at her, "i never wanted someone badly enough to talk them into car sex. believe it or not, i wasn´t usually this desperate before you", she laughed, reaching for your hand, her thumb running over your palm,"really? i am that irresistible, hm?" her eyes sparkling in the moonlight that was illuminating the dark scenery around you, "actually yes, you are" you responded, laughing too, but fully meaning it.

[beaulesbian]

some zolu valentines thoughts bc as always, they're on my mind, but today there's two ways i think about it -

one, that's almost in the typical romantic sense - the devotion and love beyond the heaven and hell, and the trust that speaks volumes in just one look they share, the promises and kisses and everything in between.

but there's also the second idea in my head, the one with more of the aroace aspect of zolu that i love so much.

if there would be a valentines or love day that they would celebrate, it'd be for the whole crew something special.

nami is the only one to keep some sort of semblance of a calendar to keep in mind what day it is, and she mentions it kinda quietly, thinking of vivi and how she misses her, but sanji hears it and immediately starts to put together a plan how to win over the hearts of those he likes. then luffy overhears when sanji mutters to himself about a dinner celebration. and because if luffy hears 'celebration', he hears a party, which means food and drinks and joy for the whole crew!

robin explains with a quiet laughter that such day has different meanings for different people, and how everyone celebrates it in their own way, and luffy would shrug at the romantic parts with 'oh, i guess thats nice for you, can i have some meat now?' but would be excited for the dinner the whole day.

zoro would pass by on his way from his training, saying 'ditto' and going to pour a drink and sit beside luffy, until something new needs their attention, like usop and franky shouting excitedly from the workshop over the sound of various experiments.

maybe without realizing, luffy's eyes wonder over to zoro most of that day.

luffy then spends the day with each of his crewmember, learning new things they've been working on and finding out how they've been doing lately, he knows they're watching him with a simple curiousity of 'why the sudden interest, captain?' but he pays it no mind, he just wants to know more about his crew, about his friends.

he listens to nami going on about her new pencils and papers for charting maps she picked up at the last harbor, and fishes for a while with chopper who needed a break from cleaning his medical supplies.

he admires usopp's painting on canvas, his new ideas and sketches for stuff luffy never heard about, and plays with franky's hair just because franky seems to have fun watching luffy being so excited about his changing hair designs.

he compliments brook's new song when he ends playing the melody on his violin - it was something new, something more mellow and soothing and sweet.

jimbei is at the helm, watching over the ship, and luffy can be really quiet around him when he needs it, they watch the sea and the clouds pass by overhead and by the time the sun starts to set, luffy's stomach grumbles, letting itself know.

luffy tries to spend more time around sanji, but he kicks him out of the kitchen after the fifth time he asks him to get some samples before the big dinner. he can wait, it shouldn't be long after.

so he leaves the galley and finds zoro watching him, knowing their eyes met over the deck of the ship throughout the whole day, full of love and calmness. there's that comfortable feeling in his chest, settling down and making him sleepy. he smiles at zoro and swing over to him, finally, and finds out it's the best time for a nap before they get called over for the special dinner.

zoro presses close to him, a warm embrace at the end of the day, keeping the chill away. he's finished with cleaning his swords for the day and they're put away close to his side, so luffy settles closer and adjusts his straw hat on his head.

there's no need for many words between them, luffy couldn't help but keep his eyes on zoro during the day, just because he loves him, and because robin and sanji did say the day is special for celebrating love. he smiles at his swordsman and knows that zoro feels the same.

[cream-stew]

It's me. Hi. I'm the problem. It's me.

HI CREAM STEW!

I am brainrotting on y/n getting gang banged by : itto, scara, and childe!!

But fr just imagine, darling entering a random alleyway to avoid creeps, but then she ran into them! What will poor darling do :(((

- 📌 anon

🔞 minors dni

warnings: afab reader, gangbang, facefucking, creampie, semi public sex, squirting

// note: completed this relatively quickly for some reason? so here it is already <3

you have no idea why they were loitering in a random alleyway, but you're so happy you ran into them! they scare those creeps away from you in no time, and, with nothing else to do, you gladly agree to hang out with them for the rest of the evening.

there are two crates that they're sitting on, but when you think itto is going to scoot over to make space for you next to him, he just tells you to sit on his lap…? well, no matter, it's a really comfortable seat!

his hands rest on your hips as the four of you talk, childe and scara still mocking those guys from before. you thank them again for defending you, and snuggle backwards in itto's arms. the heated looks they all shoot at you, and the way itto is still caressing your waist… it all gives you a really nice idea for how to repay them, since they acted as your knights in shiny armor!

you rub your ass on itto's bulge, feeling it throb under his pants, and you grin when you hear him praise you.

childe laughs as he and scara slide down from their crate and crowd in front of you, scara running his hands up and down your clothed thighs and childe catching your lips in a messy kiss, only leaning away when you're panting and drooling.

itto wolf whistles when you pull off your shirt, baring your tits to the three of them, and he helps you raise your hips to remove your pants and underwear as well, leaving you all pliant and naked in between them, still fully clothed.

you pull childe down for another kiss, and you gasp in his mouth when you feel two fingers slip into your wet pussy, then a different, thicker finger starting to rub circles into your clit.

you hear scaramouche laugh as you try to ride his fingers, rutting against his knuckles, but it doesn't last for long.

they make you stand up to let itto move away, and they all huddle next to each other as they push you down to your knees, already pulling out their cocks.

a huge hand on the back of your head pushes you to itto's cock first, kissing the red tip before taking it into your mouth, and immediately gagging when he tries to push it deeper inside. scara's cockhead pokes your cheek, as he rubs it over your face while he waits for his turn, and childe is just straight up jerking off as he watches, happy enough for the time being.

itto starts fucking your mouth then, holding your head still as he pistons his hips back and forth, his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over. your sight gets blurry with tears, and when you can finally breathe again, it's only bc scara is pulling on your hair to position your face in front of his cock instead. it's his turn to thrust past your swollen lips, as itto grunts in disappointment that he didn't get to cum yet, and that now he has to jerk off like childe.

but don't think they're happy to only use your mouth!

while the other two are distracted, arguing over who gets to cum down your tight little throat first, childe walks behind you and kneels down as well, immediately rubbing his hard cock in between your slick folds.

you moan around itto's cock, your eyes fluttering shut as childe enters you with a single thrust, and starts fucking you hard and fast. he's rocking you back and forth so hard that itto doesn't even have to thrust into your mouth anymore!

scara starts complaining that he's the only one not using your holes rn, so you reach out and take his cock in hand, jerking him off while your mouth is still busy with itto.

you cum with a muffled gasp, squirting all over the alleyway's pavement and drenching your own thighs, and childe laughs as he fucks you even harder, emptying his balls inside you not long after.

itto pulls out of your mouth so he can finish himself off with his own hand, wanting to cover your face in his cum, and scara is free to fuck your face again, holding you still by your neck as he makes you gag some more, until his thick seed is pouring down your throat.