#please i just came back here and im enjoying it here more than tw these days bc too much toxicity in that feed and that site collapsing

[suzuberto]

I read a lot of the comments and I agree with a lot of users: please don't add algorithm feeds like other sites, the chronological feed is one of the different and strong points for the users that come here, and I personally think that the suggestions of blogs in ad-like spaces or even the trending option in tags are enough for user experience. Adding even the option of algorithm feed will most likely make new users (not used to how the site and config works to turn it off and coming from algorithm controlled sites so they're used to it and probably will not search the option) to just see the suggestions (that usually just put already popular posts in your face, making small ones less visible) and that may/will discourage small accounts that want to start again here as it happens in every other place

I heard that the new IG TW-like app doesn't divide content you follow from algorithm and it's making a lot of fresh users to drop it or wait for a more controlled environment (that says a lot) so it would be nice if you... just don't do it.

Personally droped my accs in FB and IG bc got tired of seeing just ads and suggestions, if I do log in I go directly to search something specific but I have thought a lot of times to just delete them and have very weak reasons not to do it. Also all social media working and looking the same is tiring, the customization of tumblr blogs is other of the strong points of here.

About the email or any other new and pushy notification type please DON'T, I'm one of those ppl that toggles off EVERY notification except chat and comments (and prefer most times to have it just toggled on when inside the site/app, not outside) dude, I even find it annoying to see so much unnecessary notification dots and numbers like new posts in feed, I don't need that notification and if I can toggle that off I haven't find it to when I'm writing this. The thing is, if someone doesn't want notifications DON'T send them notifications, it just adds reasons for people to go away

I forgot if I had more stuff I wanted to write about other points as these two hit hard dsdsf and I understand the worries as a platform of other of the points mentioned but don't know ways to make them work, also I know nsfw can't be bringed back as they use payment methods that ban that stuff (bc that was the reason to ban it years ago as I remember when I dropped here) but if they can somehow make it back for nsfw artists would be a great option as is difficult to find places that allow it anyways, the end. Hear your users(?

Tumblr’s Core Product Strategy

Here at Tumblr, we’ve been working hard on reorganizing how we work in a bid to gain more users. A larger user base means a more sustainable company, and means we get to stick around and do this thing with you all a bit longer. What follows is the strategy we're using to accomplish the goal of user growth. The @labs group has published a bit already, but this is bigger. We’re publishing it publicly for the first time, in an effort to work more transparently with all of you in the Tumblr community. This strategy provides guidance amid limited resources, allowing our teams to focus on specific key areas to ensure Tumblr’s future.

The Diagnosis

In order for Tumblr to grow, we need to fix the core experience that makes Tumblr a useful place for users. The underlying problem is that Tumblr is not easy to use. Historically, we have expected users to curate their feeds and lean into curating their experience. But this expectation introduces friction to the user experience and only serves a small portion of our audience. 

Tumblr’s competitive advantage lies in its unique content and vibrant communities. As the forerunner of internet culture, Tumblr encompasses a wide range of interests, such as entertainment, art, gaming, fandom, fashion, and music. People come to Tumblr to immerse themselves in this culture, making it essential for us to ensure a seamless connection between people and content. 

To guarantee Tumblr’s continued success, we’ve got to prioritize fostering that seamless connection between people and content. This involves attracting and retaining new users and creators, nurturing their growth, and encouraging frequent engagement with the platform.

Our Guiding Principles

To enhance Tumblr’s usability, we must address these core guiding principles.

Expand the ways new users can discover and sign up for Tumblr.

Provide high-quality content with every app launch.

Facilitate easier user participation in conversations.

Retain and grow our creator base.

Create patterns that encourage users to keep returning to Tumblr.

Improve the platform’s performance, stability, and quality.

Below is a deep dive into each of these principles.

Principle 1: Expand the ways new users can discover and sign up for Tumblr.

Tumblr has a “top of the funnel” issue in converting non-users into engaged logged-in users. We also have not invested in industry standard SEO practices to ensure a robust top of the funnel. The referral traffic that we do get from external sources is dispersed across different pages with inconsistent user experiences, which results in a missed opportunity to convert these users into regular Tumblr users. For example, users from search engines often land on pages within the blog network and blog view—where there isn’t much of a reason to sign up. 

We need to experiment with logged-out tumblr.com to ensure we are capturing the highest potential conversion rate for visitors into sign-ups and log-ins. We might want to explore showing the potential future user the full breadth of content that Tumblr has to offer on our logged-out pages. We want people to be able to easily understand the potential behind Tumblr without having to navigate multiple tabs and pages to figure it out. Our current logged-out explore page does very little to help users understand “what is Tumblr.” which is a missed opportunity to get people excited about joining the site.

Actions & Next Steps

Improving Tumblr’s search engine optimization (SEO) practices to be in line with industry standards.

Experiment with logged out tumblr.com to achieve the highest conversion rate for sign-ups and log-ins, explore ways for visitors to “get” Tumblr and entice them to sign up.

Principle 2: Provide high-quality content with every app launch.

We need to ensure the highest quality user experience by presenting fresh and relevant content tailored to the user’s diverse interests during each session. If the user has a bad content experience, the fault lies with the product.

The default position should always be that the user does not know how to navigate the application. Additionally, we need to ensure that when people search for content related to their interests, it is easily accessible without any confusing limitations or unexpected roadblocks in their journey.

Being a 15-year-old brand is tough because the brand carries the baggage of a person’s preconceived impressions of Tumblr. On average, a user only sees 25 posts per session, so the first 25 posts have to convey the value of Tumblr: it is a vibrant community with lots of untapped potential. We never want to leave the user believing that Tumblr is a place that is stale and not relevant. 

Actions & Next Steps

Deliver great content each time the app is opened.

Make it easier for users to understand where the vibrant communities on Tumblr are. 

Improve our algorithmic ranking capabilities across all feeds. 

Principle 3: Facilitate easier user participation in conversations.

Part of Tumblr’s charm lies in its capacity to showcase the evolution of conversations and the clever remarks found within reblog chains and replies. Engaging in these discussions should be enjoyable and effortless.

Unfortunately, the current way that conversations work on Tumblr across replies and reblogs is confusing for new users. The limitations around engaging with individual reblogs, replies only applying to the original post, and the inability to easily follow threaded conversations make it difficult for users to join the conversation.

Actions & Next Steps

Address the confusion within replies and reblogs.

Improve the conversational posting features around replies and reblogs. 

Allow engagements on individual replies and reblogs.

Make it easier for users to follow the various conversation paths within a reblog thread. 

Remove clutter in the conversation by collapsing reblog threads. 

Explore the feasibility of removing duplicate reblogs within a user’s Following feed. 

Principle 4: Retain and grow our creator base.

Creators are essential to the Tumblr community. However, we haven’t always had a consistent and coordinated effort around retaining, nurturing, and growing our creator base.  

Being a new creator on Tumblr can be intimidating, with a high likelihood of leaving or disappointment upon sharing creations without receiving engagement or feedback. We need to ensure that we have the expected creator tools and foster the rewarding feedback loops that keep creators around and enable them to thrive.

The lack of feedback stems from the outdated decision to only show content from followed blogs on the main dashboard feed (“Following”), perpetuating a cycle where popular blogs continue to gain more visibility at the expense of helping new creators. To address this, we need to prioritize supporting and nurturing the growth of new creators on the platform.

It is also imperative that creators, like everyone on Tumblr, feel safe and in control of their experience. Whether it be an ask from the community or engagement on a post, being successful on Tumblr should never feel like a punishing experience.

Actions & Next Steps

Get creators’ new content in front of people who are interested in it. 

Improve the feedback loop for creators, incentivizing them to continue posting.

Build mechanisms to protect creators from being spammed by notifications when they go viral.

Expand ways to co-create content, such as by adding the capability to embed Tumblr links in posts.

Principle 5: Create patterns that encourage users to keep returning to Tumblr.

Push notifications and emails are essential tools to increase user engagement, improve user retention, and facilitate content discovery. Our strategy of reaching out to you, the user, should be well-coordinated across product, commercial, and marketing teams.

Our messaging strategy needs to be personalized and adapt to a user’s shifting interests. Our messages should keep users in the know on the latest activity in their community, as well as keeping Tumblr top of mind as the place to go for witty takes and remixes of the latest shows and real-life events.  

Most importantly, our messages should be thoughtful and should never come across as spammy.  

Actions & Next Steps

Conduct an audit of our messaging strategy.

Address the issue of notifications getting too noisy; throttle, collapse or mute notifications where necessary.  

Identify opportunities for personalization within our email messages. 

Test what the right daily push notification limit is. 

Send emails when a user has push notifications switched off.

Principle 6: Performance, stability and quality.

The stability and performance of our mobile apps have declined. There is a large backlog of production issues, with more bugs created than resolved over the last 300 days. If this continues, roughly one new unresolved production issue will be created every two days. Apps and backend systems that work well and don't crash are the foundation of a great Tumblr experience. Improving performance, stability, and quality will help us achieve sustainable operations for Tumblr.

Improve performance and stability: deliver crash-free, responsive, and fast-loading apps on Android, iOS, and web.

Improve quality: deliver the highest quality Tumblr experience to our users. 

Move faster: provide APIs and services to unblock core product initiatives and launch new features coming out of Labs.

Conclusion

Our mission has always been to empower the world’s creators. We are wholly committed to ensuring Tumblr evolves in a way that supports our current users while improving areas that attract new creators, artists, and users. You deserve a digital home that works for you. You deserve the best tools and features to connect with your communities on a platform that prioritizes the easy discoverability of high-quality content. This is an invigorating time for Tumblr, and we couldn’t be more excited about our current strategy.

[kyuuviix]

first time posting el oh el!!!

NSFW warning!!! laios from dunmeshi x reader type beat

im nowhere near used to the format so ill get there but this is just a lil blurb i wrote in maybe 30ish minutes??

tw: cunnilingus, def ooc laios, he's horny as hell 😞

enjoy i hope

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another orgasm bubbled out of your sopping slit, thighs trembling as your high, reedy moans crumbled into low, broken cries as tears ran down your face.

"my lord- fuck, please...!"

you wept, sweat trailing down your neck and making your skin stick to the filled-out parts of your messy silk button-up.

the king- or rather, your husband had come back from his dealings hungry, and with his limit of preferred food, (monsters no longer being on the roster) you were the next best thing.

"still talking with such formality when i'm eating this pretty little pussy of yours? hope all of that royalty talk didn't fog your brain while i was away."

your eyes were on the verge of rolling into the abyss of your eyelids, chest quickly falling and rising as his grip tightened around your thighs.

your lips felt bludgeoned, a tingling feeling rippling over your face, your spine- and especially between your legs.

his tongue flayed against your messy cunt, prodding and thrusting the slick muscle against your folds, suckling down onto your warm bud as his lips trickled out a deep groan in response.

"but don't worry, you'll call me by my name soon enough."

as soon as he came home to the castle, he was quick to locate you in your usual spot, demanding everyone leave to a different floor, as he needed time to 'debrief' everything to the queen. as you could easily tell, he needed his fix.

he dragged you to your shared bedroom, which you were more than ecstatic to follow along with, after all, it's been far too long since you two were intimate.

and here you are now, only in your unkempt button-up with your thighs held apart, sweat dotting every inch of your skin as your husband happily nestled his head between your legs, lapping at your cunt fervently.

his hips pressed against the comforter of the bed, sucking your sweet liquids into his mouth, pulling an uneven whine out of you- which made him grin.

"you just love what my tongue does to you, huh?"

his lidded gaze was scoped on you, laying his tongue flat against your clit and gently caving it inside of your tight slit.

your back arched upwards with a defeated cry, head pressing into the silk comforters, legs instinctively trying to writhe out of his grip.

but the way your hand tussled and messily gripped at his ash-blonde tufts told him otherwise, your spare hand gathering in the covers.

his pupils dilated further as his tongue dipped into your warm, velvety walls yet again- a coy grin eating at his lower jaw. he was teasing you, he knew you were close to cumming again, he just wanted you to beg for it.

and beg, you'd do.

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sorry this is so half-assed lol

[scoutswritingcorner]

Hello! Thoroughly enjoying your writings!! Deeeelish!! You are fantastically talented and we are so lucky as a fandom to have you!

What if during the battle between Adam and Alastor the reader jumped in front of Alastor and took the hit instead. Up until this point Alastor couldn’t put his finger on his feelings for the reader but seeing them badly hurt, and protecting him clicks it all into place.

Thank you for entertaining the thought!!

Fight For Me

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW: Blood, Alastor being angry.

A/N: YOU ARE SO NICE IMMA CRY- IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT!

It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, you were supposed to be fighting the executioners with the others. You weren’t supposed to be up here with him and fighting this no good first man. As he collected you in his arms seeing the gash that ran from your stomach to your chest made his smile falter, he had already lost his microphone and now here he was about to permanently lose you. He couldn’t let that happen. Not yet. 

He ignored Adam as his shadows curled around the both of you and allowed him to quickly travel to his destroyed tower. Why would you protect him? He cursed himself as he ripped your shirt open, he was much more of gentleman than this but your fucking afterlife was on the line. Why did he care?  He snapped his fingers as his shadow slid a medical kit across the room, you were out cold so this could go easier, his shadow danced across the walls as he started to wipe as much blood as he could away. Tears stung at his eyes as his smile became tighter, threatening to pull at the hidden stitching. 

Throwing his jacket off to the side as it felt restricting, He could easily finish you off right now. Why does he care? As he carefully stitched the scar back up, he kept glancing up at your face, your heart beat was slowing down and it scared him. You better not fucking die on him, he couldn’t lose you not right now.  He’d tear Heaven down just to make sure you were safe and next to him, but why was he feeling this way? No one got him feeling..like this. He was scared. You are scaring him, get out of his head. Finishing up the last stitch he carefully draped his jacket over your body as he used his own legs as your pillow, he needed to keep your head propped up just in case.  PLEASE- Get up, you’re scaring him. You need to show him you're okay.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there but as soon as your eyes opened he felt a rush of relief wash over him, you were okay. His clawed hands cradled your face with a softness that was foreign to him as his lips pulled into a sneer, “What in the fuck were you thinking? Protecting me from a powerful blast such as that?!” He snarled, he didn’t mean to be so venomous but being scared was foreign to him. He didn’t like being vulnerable and yet he felt safe around you, he wanted to comfort and cradle you close after every day. You didn’t answer him just staring up into his ruby red eyes, “Answer me, damn it. Why? I could’ve taken the hit.” He continued as tears pricked and stung at his eyes. You were strong, yes, very strong. But he couldn’t lose you, he didn’t want to lose you. He hated this feeling. 

“Because..I’m in love with you, Al..” You whispered out and the truth set upon him like the sun's last ray of light. He was in love with you as well.  His sneer vanished as he leaned down closing his eyes as his forehead touched yours and he sobbed like he was a little boy who scraped his knee and ran home to his Mama. His clawed hands carefully caressing your cheeks trying to burn the feeling into his memory, “I love you..” the words fell out of his mouth as if he was back in the hospital watching his Mama slowly slip away. “I love you.”  He repeated this time with much more confidence but he was still apprehensive. 

“I love you, Alastor.” The words came out easy for you and he envied it but the way your gentle and soft hands cupped his made his undead heart skip a beat. But he didn’t need to be scared anymore, he had you with him. “Don’t pull that silly stunt again.”

A/N: THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I CRIED IS UNBELIEVABLE

[die-pink-maus]

A Weekend in Vienna 🇦🇹

While vacationing in Germany, Chantelle’s (OC) best friend, Adrian (also an OC), books an impromptu trip to Vienna to visit extended family. Chantelle decides to join her for the last few days of her trip, where she meets an interesting friend of Adrian’s family who offers to show the two around the city for the weekend🤭

TW: Pretty much none, not for this chapter anyway, but things will get 🌶️spicy🌶️ in the next parts. Also there is an age gap between OC and König, she is 25 and he is about 36-37.

CW: FemOCs, female pronouns used, while both characters are technically OCs please feel free to imagine them however you’d like, ultimately the main character is the reader, I just didn’t want to use “Y/N” so I gave them names 🙈

Word Count: 1,516

*DISCLAIMER*

This is my first time EVER writing any kind of fan fiction so please go easy on me 😭 if you like where things are going, likes and reblogs would be greatly appreciated! If you’d like to see anything in particular in the next part or part(s), I’d love to hear it!

This version of König is based on the above interpretation drawn by @lettaniko (I hope you don’t mind me using it! I absolutely love this drawing it’s perfect! 🫶🏼)

I like a nice build up to the smut so if you like to get right into it this is probably not going to be for you…but if you can wait I it out I promise it’ll be worth it 😂

Enjoy! 💋

7:30am. There’s approximately 30 minutes before my train departs for Vienna, and I still haven’t reached the train station yet. I scrambled as I dashed out of my hotel room, hoping I’d left the place in a somewhat decent state and I hadn’t forgotten anything valuable as got into the elevator. I’ve been exploring Munich for the past two weeks and I’ve been having the absolute time of my life. Although traveling alone can be quite scary, oddly enough, I’ve never felt more at home. Munich is such a vibrant city, filled with all kinds of exciting things to do and I’ve met so many incredible people, it’s definitely been the experience of a lifetime. To say that I am not looking forward to going back home to Vancouver would be an understatement, but all good things must come to an end. I’d spent about a year and a half learning to speak German, and promised myself that I would plan a trip in celebration of achieving fluency, so here I am! Now, Vienna wasn’t initially on my list of places to visit when I decided to come to Germany, but my best friend, Adrian, ended up booking a spur of the moment flight last week to visit extended family in Austria and suggested I come hangout with her during the last few days of my trip. Seeing as its only a 3-4hr train ride from Munich, I figured why the hell not! I’ve heard Vienna is beautiful, and Im at all not opposed to exploring another city.

Upon arrival at the train station in Vienna I was greeted by Arian, excitedly jumping up and down while holding up a large white sign that read “Willkommen in Wien, Schlampe!” I rolled my eyes and shook my head, laughing as I got off the train and ran over to her, tackling her in a tight embrace as she laughed hysterically. “Did you have to let the whole station know that I’m a bitch or…?”

“Honestly, they should’ve known the moment they saw you.” She said jokingly. “How was the ride over?” She asked.

“Amazing, I haven’t slept that well in years. It also didn’t feel like a 4 hour train ride.”

“Trains in out here are quite quick so I wouldn’t be surprised if it somehow took less time. They definitely shit on the ones we have back home.”

“Oh for sure.” I agreed as we began walking over to the car.

“So a family friend of ours just came back from a mission in the states, he’s in the military bee tee dubs —“

“Yeah kinda pieced that together when you said ‘mission’.” I chuckled.

“I don’t drive out here so he’s gonna give us a ride back to my aunts, cool?”

“Sounds good.”

“He’s also a lot more familiar with Vienna than I am, so he offered to show us around a bit later on this evening.” Aw how nice of him. Knowing Adrian, the first place she’ll want to be taken to is the nearest bar, that girl can drink! If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my time in Germany, and my 10 years of friendship with Adrian, it’s that Europeans love their liquor. There are people from all parts of Europe in Germany and that’s one thing that remains quite consistent across the board. I also love my liquor, which is probably why I ended up fitting in so well.

We finally arrived at the car and opened the trunk to begin loading all of my luggage inside. I’d brought a small carryon suitcase, a duffle bag, as well as a large suitcase that was full of clothes I’d over packed from home, and a bunch of other clothes and souvenirs I’d bought in Munich. “Okay this one’s gonna be a tad heavy.” I warned as Adrian grabbed hold of the handle on the top. I reached forward to try to help her lift, but neither of us could manage the weight. “I got it.” His voice was low, but gentle. He had an accent, but it wasn’t overwhelming or harsh, nor did it make anything he said hard to understand. I wasn’t expecting to see the person I saw when I’d finally caught a glimpse of him…I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man like this in my entire life. Adrian and I stepped back as he grabbed hold of the suitcase, lifting it with absolute ease, as if it were light as a feather. His arm muscles bulged within the confines of his olive green long sleeved shirt as he tossed the suitcase inside the trunk. My heart began to race, It felt as if I was watching him move in slow motion. “Easy peasy.” He smirked as he turned around and looked down at me, his dazzling dark blue eyes awash with amusement at Adrian and I’s prior struggle. Jesus Christ…This man is an absolute unit. He’s gotta be at least 6 foot 7, if not taller. He’s incredibly easy on the eyes in a rough and rugged kinda way — a nice low trimmed beard, medium length dark brown hair, and a smile that is captivatingly dangerous to say the least. His presence alone exudes a confidence that causes me to grow weak in the knees. “I’m König,” he smiled knowingly as he stretched his hand out towards me. I know I’m definitely not the first woman to look at him the way I am. Even though I’m trying to keep my composure, it’s very clear that he can see right through it. “And you must be Chantelle?” He asked, eyes slowly roaming about my frame from head to toe. He bites his lip slightly as they return to my gaze, suggesting so much without saying any words at all. “I — yes.” I blushed, sheepishly brushing my hair behind my ear as I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.” He said. “Oh yeah, König Chantelle, Chantelle König.” Adrian yelled from the backseat. He laughed and shook his head as he closed the trunk.

We arrived at Adrian’s aunts house about 45 minutes later. König helped us load all of my things into the foyer before letting us know he’d be coming back in a few hours to take us out to this bar that he and a few of his buddies on his task force frequent whenever they’re home. I’ve been thinking about him ever since he left — those mysterious blue eyes, the way he slightly bites his lower lip just before laughing at something ridiculous Adrian has said, the way his arm muscles swell beneath his shirt with the slightest movement…God, he’s sexy. I could think of a million different ways I’d want him to ruin me. The thought alone of being trapped beneath his large brawny frame writhing in pleasure as he thrusts into me over and over has me clenching around nothing. Though I’m not usually one for a one time fling, I have a feeling he’d be able to convince me. “So, you wanna tell me what all of that was about?” Adrian asked as she helped me settle into the guest room. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Since when are you a shy girl?” She giggled. Sigh. I figured she was referencing my unusual silence during the car ride over here. “He’s hot as fuck but I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“Ugh!” I groaned as I covered my face with a pillow. She’s right. I’m not very easily intimidated. I’m quite the confident woman and I ensure everyone in the room knows it, but this was different. Almost as if our energies were fighting for dominance, and mine didn’t stand a chance. “Hey if it’s any consolation, my jaw dropped the first time I saw him without his mask too.” Mask?

“Mask?” I asked.

“Yes…the last time I was here he was on base training recruits, so I’d see him often in full tactical gear. He’s a snipper, so he wears a mask to hide his face in the field. I mean, that was hot too, but in a Ghostface kinda way”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the comparison, but I was curious to see what his entire ensemble looked like. “How old is he?” I asked.

“I think he’s in his mid to late 30s? I’m honestly not too sure, and it doesn’t matter to me either way.” She winked. “I was sensing some unspoken vibes between the two of you in the car though. Don’t think I didn’t see both of you stealing glances at each other every now and then.” She smirked.

“Stop,” I scoffed. “A man like that is definitely not single, and even if he is…I don’t know” I blushed. “I didn’t see him looking at me..”

“K well I see everything, he definitely likes what he sees, and clearly the feeling is mutual on your end as well. Looks like tonight will be interesting.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen, Adrian.” I laughed as I rolled my eyes. Nothing’s gonna happen…right?

PART II 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART II

PART III 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART III

[evilfrogcereal29]

Hubby!Gromsko x GN!reader

Pspspspsps gromsko enjoyers, here's your food.

No fr tho there is sooo little content for the grommie-guy, even tho im not super confident on how I write him yet, I wanna give all the gromsko lover's somethin to enjoy. In my mind he's like a cross between a dilf and a slightly more intelligent himbo...so.. hope you like that :) enjoy!!

‼️TWs‼️: google translated polish, and a bit of nsfw (but its pretty vanilla), wife being used as a GN term, pregnancy & fears of loosing baby. OH and not a tw but Swagger appears in this so YAYAYAYAYAY!!!

- hubby Gromsko who, since he grew up in a religious, conservative, and traditional polish household, still believes in 'roles' in marriage.

- And by that I mean, he's the husband of the house, and REGARDLESS of your gender, you're his 'wife'. He calls you such in polish and english. You're a man, you say? a man even taller and bulkier than him? No issue. You're his malewife. Put on an apron over that hunky body of yours and swing your hips side to side in the kitchen while making him dinner, and Gromsko will go WILDDDD.

- He understands times have changed though, and does his part around the home when he's not deployed, his own laundry is *not* one of these things. Sorry.

- He lets it pile up, its his worst habit and red flag.

- Too many Dishes? Cleaned. You don't want to cook? no worry kochanie, let him handle it. He wil gladly pass chores onto himself, that's what a good husband does! (As long as its not laundry!)

- He loves showing you off, showing everyone that you're his partner, and soooo much PDA. He's so proud of you, of your home together, of everything. He is a proud man.

- Please never mistake this pride for egotism or being boastful, he is deeply grateful for you. And will gladly step back to let you shine, as much as he always wants to be your strongest, and fight every battle for you, he knows you're entirely capable on your own, but sometimes he forgets and has to remind himself of that, or you have to remind him yourself. He's always flustered after, muttering lots of apologies and speading kisses all over your face.

- Will introduce himself to your friends as "(y/n)'s husband". Will end each introduction of your name to his friend's with "my beautiful/handsome wife."

- when you took his last name in marrige and used it verbally for the first time his heart absolutely melted. For the first week before and after your wedding, he muttered it to himself in private, your first and (new) last name. His cheeks red every single time.

- He used to be ashamed of his real name, it was stereotypically Polish, most people without a slavic tongue couldn't pronounce it right, but when you took it? He wished he could tell the whole world his last name, because it was also your's.

- speaking of wedding...ooooh this man will not let you two have a small wedding, sorry❤️‍🩹

- Within a week of gromsko proposing to you, he was already dicussing the wedding plans, and he was dead set on having as traditional of a wedding as you two could for your lifestyle. He would take off as much time as he needs from work for this, he assures you of that constantly. Work came second to you, thats how you knew you were special.

- Meeting his family at an engagement ceremony is splendid no matter if you show up with a big family, no family, or any amount in between. They're just happy their słonko finally found himself a partner, believing he'd be a 'hermit' forever. They remind you of this *often*, usually to your future husband's dismay.

- He invited everyone from his home town to the wedding. Oh boy. And you bet every single person brought gifts, even the ones who couldn't make it sent some.

- if you are wearing a dress and/or makeup, momsko (gromsko's mother) will be there. You don't need to order a makeup and hair styalist, she WILL do it. She loves you to DEATH, and she also knows what her son loves aesthetically in a partner, she's very attentive like that.

- Dadsko (gromsko's dad lmao) teaching you how to tie a bowtie if you're wearing a suit. Don't be embarrassed, he just finished showing his own son how to tie one an hour ago in the changing room, you two knuckleheads are definitely meant for eachother, he's sure of that☺️

- Gromsko doesn't get to see you til you're walking down the isle, and if only you could take a picture with your mind...

- The look on his face is so pure, filled with admiration. Eyes big and shining, staring at you like you descended from the heavens. He loves you, he really does. More than words in english or polish can describe. He has to stop himself from saying "I do" right then and there. He litteraly started crying!! His best man and cousin, Roland, snickers and uses the handkerchief in his pocket to wipe his cousin's tears. "Jesteś takim dużym dzieckiem, Sobie." He teases, But he also understands that this is a huge day for Gromsko, and he would probably cry too if a charming thing like you wanted anything to do with rough doggish men like them, men that have been hardened by the atrocities of war.

- You were NOT made aware of the fact that rice and barley would be thrown over you two as you finished your vows and 'I do's. Gromsko chuckled, pulling you into a passionate kiss as it was thrown over you by guests and rained down like... Well, rain, over you two, lips still locked.

- After the ceremony, there is little time for dawdle as everyone races to the dance floor. And idc who you are, or how much of a party animal you claim to be or not, you’re never been to one quite like this. Or with quite as much alcohol as this...

- You and Gromsko get the first dance, of course. If you can’t dance that’s just fine, he assures you of it. His arm wrapped snuggly around the back of your waist. He moved himself and you with such purpose, such grace. You didn’t know he could dance like this.

- What he doesn’t tell you is that he practiced everyday alone in the mirror for nearly a month, memorizing the feeling of each movement, arms wrapped around nothing as he pretended what it would feel like to hold you during this dance, he would not fail this. And he didn't. Not a foot out of place.

- It’s SO lively, everyone is dancing, even the little ones and elderly are grooving at their own pace (and with the help of other family members).

- For your honey-moon, you went on a month-long cruise ship around the Baltic Sea. Stopping at some countries here and there, but most of your days were spent lazily tangled, nude, in blankets together inside the secrecy of the cabins’ rooms. And oh yes. Lots, and LOTS of sex. Unlike some of his fellow soldiers, he can go for a LONGGGG time. You definitely get a few noise complaints from the people above and to the sides of you. But Gromsko scoffs them off, as if they just don’t under how much you two are in love.

- He can be a bit hardheaded with some things, especially since he’s such a confident man, occasionally, he finds himself confidently WRONG. Like the time he got into an argument with a guy he caught leaving your shared house as he arrived home, Gromsko was red in the face. Throwing accusation after accusation at the man, saying that if he hurt you, or touched a hair on your body or tried to fuck you, he'd kill his family. Geeze, thank god he didn't overreact or anything.....😓

- Not only was the man 1- your childhood best friend, who's known you almost two decades before you ever met Gromsko, but he's also, 2- GAY/STRAIGHT!! (Whatever the opposite of ur relationship is, straight -> gay, gay -> straight) he couldn't even be interested in you! When you explained this to Gromsko in front of a very angry looking friend, he was an apologetic mess. Twiddling with his fingers like a kid who got caught with the cookie jar.

- If he does not have to wear certain clothes. He won’t. Firm believer this man is a ‘home is we’re the pants are not’ kind of man. Walks around the house in only boxers until you remind him he lives with other people (he still doesn’t understand tho, it’s just you, don’t you want to see him, kochanie? Maybe if he flexes his bare muscles just a little harder, you’ll forget why you were so angry with him in the first place ;])

- Sleeps completely in the nude, he’s similar to that of a sleeping bear, a sleeping TEDDY bear that is.

- Will Unconsciously pull you into a hug during his sleep, sorry, you’re now trapped in his beefy arms. And don’t even think about waking him up, he becomes a grumpy grumbling mess, too hazy to understand you, so I hope you enjoy waiting in his big strong arms til morning!

- you can't stay mad at him. He gets like an anxious puppy. Nudging at your side, whining and asking what he did wrong and using every sweet name in polish he could think of.

- He wears sandals and socks.

- Has a man cave, I just know it. Its actually pretty damn clean, but he watches football (soccer) and Occasionally plays games on his xbox (not a gamer, just dabbles in some stuff, idk why but I imagine he plays mostly stardew valley & Deep Rock Galactic) in there.

- Him and Roland secretly meet with eachother, even though there's a serious conflict of interest in doing so, and being caught would probably get them both booted from their respective PMCs, or worse.

- Still, when they are together its like neither of them ever joined the military in the first place. Their mind is anywhere but.

- Gromsko talks Roland's ear off about you, and don't get Roland wrong he loves you as a cousin-in-law, you're a sweetheart and make his cousin happy, but damn, he really doesn't want to know every single detail of your life, its a bit weird, yeah?

- He has to remind Gromsko this, as well as to not overshare in general. I feel like Gromsko does it out of over-excitment/love. Good thing happens/he think of good thing -> he instantly wants to tell someone, thats just how his brain works. thankfully he's not just... Telling strangers things, but his mother knows practically every aspect about your lives because he calls her every night to tell her. He's a mama's boy don't be mean💔

- His mama taught him most of the stuff he knows. He spent more time with her as she stayed home as tended to the kids, while his father worked long days. His mother taught him how to sew, and bake, play the piano, and so much more. Those moments are some of his most cherished. He loves his mom so much.

- Probably has a tattoo of her, her name, or some memoir to her on his body, and maybe one of his dad too

- I don't think they hate eachother, I just think his dad was a bit hard on him cause he had the "you're a man, act like it" mentality for everything, and that only pushed Sobiesław away, but they're closer now, things are better between them.

- Really good at home maintenance but NOT electricity... Please don't ever let him attempt to fix anything relating to electricity AGAIN.

- Loves making you Polish traditional meals, and even moreso when he see's the sparks fly in your eyes as you find something in particular you really like, you can bet he'll be making you that dish at least once a week now.

- He is actually like... Not very kinky. He's pretty vanilla, he likes praise and has maybe a smidge of a breeding kink, but sex for him is mostly just about the passion, he just gets off to seeing how good he and only he makes you feel.

- Oh god oh god oh GOD don't get me started on pregnancy and this man. If you're afab(or if you want mpreg by all means be my guest) he's getting you pregnant. Period. I already belive Gromsko came from a big family, like he's 1, of 7 other brothers and sisters. And that definitely impacts the number of kids he wants, he knows its unrealistic, especially with his job, to have as many with you, as his mother had (also he would never make you have that many OW, THE STRAIN ON YOUR BODY!!) But he would want at least 2-4 kids.

- Please god let this man have daughters PLEASE🛐 he would love a son just as equally but the TEAPARTIES WOULD GO SO FUCKING HARD🗣🗣🗣 he got the fairy princess dress on, with the diamond tiara, and you know fosho that he's bringing mrs. Precious (a stuffed rabbit) to the party as well.

- Definitely the dad who tries to get his kids into sports/athletics young, but if it doesn't stick he wouldn't force it.

- When you revealed your first pregnancy to him he dropped the dishes he was cleaning at the time, shattering them, and nearly dropped you too while scooping you up joyfully. Cheering and exclaiming,

- "och, kochanie, kochanie, sprawiłeś, że jestem najszczęśliwszym mężczyzną na świecie!" He exclaims, now that Roland wasn't around, his tears freefell. He didn't know where he should be looking, your face, or your stomach, now containing a future precious life.

- If he wasn't handsy before he is when you're pregnant, hands always on your belly even before it started growing, rubbing, talking, gentle tapping. You have to explain to him that the kicking won't start til at least 3 and a half months.

- He's intially dissapointed, but he counts the days, and then once the 3 month mark passes he's back to hands on.

- The day the baby makes it's first kick he had his hands there, you were shocked too. And Gromsko even moreso, eyes lighting up. Someone could almost believe he was the one pregnant, if it wasn't for the fact *you* were the one with the bulging belly. He got so emotional whenever's your baby made any major developments. Which is honestly so sweet. He cried again when you showed him the ultrasound, and put the grey and black image in his wallet.

- Tells everyone he knows about his baby the same way he did for you, and still continues to.

- He somehow loves you even more, now that you're carrying his offspring he's even more protective and guarding. He takes more and more time off work despite you urging him, assuring its ok. He mostly takes over the chores and housework, encouraging you to rest, stay stress-free, and eat a lot.

- This becomes a very strange and stressful time for him, as well as yourself. Maybe its your hormones effecting and rubbing off on him, but he genuinely becomes so... Feral? So primal? He holds you tighter, kisses you longer, his fingers dig into your waist possesively when he grabs you from behind, he has to stop himself in your mid and late terms from bending you over the counter and fucking you while playing with your swollen tits, because he's nervous that sex will hurt the baby. But he craves you, every inch of you. You fill the empty spaces in his mind. If theres nothing better to think about, he's thinking about you, about the baby.

- He starts having nightmares about loosing you, and he wakes up in a cold sweat and has to shake you awake, asking if you and the baby are ok. He knows its just his worries getting the best of him. But if he somehow failed his duty and lost you and the baby.... he just couldn't ever go on. Couldn't live in this world that's lacking two less angels..

- "Babies take a lot of energy, you need this Moja miłość, open wide." he coos, spoonfeeding you a homemade soup. Oh yes, he'll feed you too. If you snap at him and tell him to let you care for yourself he will, but he will still feel he need to monitor everything.

- He is not a perfect man, by any means, but by god, does he worship the ground you walk on. You gave him everything he could have every wanted and more, and he will do everything in his power to bring you everlasting joy. You don't even have to ask, lalka.

Tysm for reading I hope u enjoyed, I wanted to go into more detail about the baby but then I realized that kinds of its own thing, so yeah, maybe look out for dad!gromsko hcs one day :3 but tysm for reading these! I'm on a Krueger binge rn so I'll probably start posting more about him, but hot men lurk around every corner so we'll see!

Bonus:

I randomly mentally steered off and started writing neurodivergent hcs for Gromsko and didn't wanna get rid of them so here they are as a fun extra :D

- Gromsko but he happy stims :)

- Gromsko but he nervous stims :(

- ADHD Gromsko but he's mostly hyperactive type instead of initentive or combination :>

- Never medicated, wasn't diagnosed until adulthood. But it should've been obvious since like, the 1st-2nd grade.

- Restless leg syndrome havin' ass (so me, he's me😓)

- I feel like he's the type to carry a fidget toy on him, a stress ball to squeeze, or if trying to be more subtle, a pen to click.

[sevgilim111]

DBD Ghostface x Fem!Survivor reader SMUT

this is NSFW, so minors DNI!

obviously TW:

slight non-con, knife riding, mentions of blood, swearing, degrading, name calling, rough man-handling, p in v, fingering, masterbation, oral.

ALSO IM BRITISH SO PLEASE DONT COME FOR ME FOR THE SPELLING OF WORDS LIKE ARSE! I’m not saying ‘ass’, sorry lol

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You laboured alone on the final generator, sweaty hands working delicately to clasp the wires that sparked to life every so often.

Already, two other survivors had been sacrificed to the Entity, which only made your nerves spiral out of control. It was just you, and one other person.

Only, you had no idea where that other survivor was. And it had been quiet, too quiet, for a long time.

You briefly glanced around, the street you came to know as Haddonfield eerily empty. The distant hum of generators that had already been completed whirred in the distance, but there was still a silence that created a lump in your throat. The street lamps flickered, reminding you to focus on what you had to do to get the hell out of this trial.

You turned your attention back to the generator, twisting and pulling the compartments with a sense of urgency, the knee you used to bend on aching.

You put in a lot of work, the generator getting louder and louder the more you repaired it - only until;

a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the street.

A shiver ran down your spine and rattled you enough to jump away from the generator. That scream signalled, to your horror, the obvious. Your breathing suddenly became erratic and your palms became sweatier than they was before.

It was now a race for the hatch.

You cautiously walked down the street, scouting as far as your eyes would allow you to see with your hands shaking.

You hated searching for the hatch. You absolutely loathed it. It was just a reminder that you was all alone, alone with the killer, that was looking for the exact same thing.

You turned your attention to one of the houses, making your way to the entrance with sweat beading down the side of your head. Your mind started to race.

‘What if the killer has found the hatch and is waiting for me to find it so they can surprise me?’

‘Should I wait for them to close it and wait by a gate?’

‘What if they find me before I find it?’

You couldn’t silence your mind. You just had to force yourself to move one foot in front of the other. You listened closely, trying to decipher if you could hear it before you saw it.

You had appeared at the entrance now, your hearing sharpening the more you stepped into the house.

For a second, you could of sworn you heard something.

‘Is that it?!’ You thought, stopping in your tracks to attemp to make it out. Your eyebrows furrowed. No, your senses had deceived you. It wasn’t the hatch, but rather some sort of flapping, as if there was a long cape moving against the wind…

‘What the hell?’

Unfortunately, you had no time to wonder about it, because as soon as you had figured it was not the hatch, a gloved hand found it’s way to your mouth, and your back had been slammed against a strong chest.

You yelped into the gloved hand, and practically screamed when a knife had been pressed against your throat.

“And where do you think you’re going, doll?”

A hoarse, muffled voice whispered in your ear, almost mocking you.

Your heartbeat was now loud in your ears, and you started to struggle against his hold. You knew it was useless, but it didn’t stop you from squirming.

Ghostface chuckled darkly in amusement at your feeble attempts to escape, enjoying the terrified look on your face.

He gripped you tighter against his body, and pressed the cold steel of the knife closer to your throat threateningly.

“Aww, such a cute little thing, you best stop that squirming or else I’ll slit your throat right here.”

You whimpered and stopped abruptly, taking his threat seriously.

Ghostface chuckled again as you obeyed him, his hand still tightly grasped against your mouth.

“Good girl, finally using your brain and staying put.”

He could hear your heavy breathing, the terror in your eyes clear as day, only serving him more amusement.

"Are you going to scream if I take my hand away from your mouth?" He asked, his voice low and calm. As he asked this, his grip on the knife got tighter, which did not go unnoticed by you, and only urged you to shake your head.

Ghostface smiled under his mask.

"Good girl." He said, slowly removing his hand from your mouth, but keeping his arm wrapped around your body to keep you in place.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? I don't want to have to hurt you, princess. I just want to have a little fun with you."

You swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Why? What do you want from me?” You questioned, not bothering to hide the shakiness in your voice.

He chuckled, keeping you tightly against his body as he started to slowly let the knife in his hand drift down towards your shorts.

"What do I want from you? Hmm… entertainment, I suppose. And your company. We're gonna have so much fun, doll."

You caught on to his insinuation, and your eyes widened.

“If you’re good for me, maybe I’ll let you get the hatch. That’s what you want, hm?”

You heard the knife cutting the flimsy fabric of your shorts.

“You’ll just need to be on your best behaviour, dear. Are you gonna be a good girl for me, sweetheart? Are you gonna be a defiant bitch?”

The tip of the knife pressed against your hip, and you frantically shook your head again. The pit in your stomach made you want to be sick.

The knife had made quick work of your shorts, the tattered fabric now falling off of you and leaving you in your underwear. The air nipped at your bare skin, and you felt more exposed than ever. The knife trailed up your now exposed waist, leaving goosebumps in it’s path.

Ghostface hummed in a pleasing tone, his grip loosening, but still firm enough to ensure you wouldn’t be going anywhere. His chest was still pressed hard against your back, but he adjusted you so that you could now see his emotionless mask over your shoulder. The mere sight of it made your legs tremble from underneath you, which only increased as his hips were now against your arse.

”You’re being so good for me already.” He purred, switching the knife from his right hand to his left, so that the knife was pressed against your throat again as a silent threat that if you tried anything, you’re dead. “I’m so excited to hear what sounds you make.”

You whimpered, feeling utterly helpless and at his mercy. Which you was, and you sensed more dread was to come.

He shoved his hand down your underwear invasively, causing you to yelp in surprise. Ghostface laughed at your reaction mockingly. “Oh? Is is that easy to elicit a reaction from you, sweet girl? I’ve barely touched you yet.”

His fingers easily found your clit, and he wasted no time in rubbing circles on it with a lick of his lips (which you could not see, of course). You bit your lip, attempting to hold back any moans that may of escaped you, not wanting to give him any satisfaction as a mild method of defiance. However, he quickly caught onto this. He pressed the knife harder against your throat.

“Nuh uh, you better let me hear those pretty little sounds coming out your mouth or I’ll make you scream in some other way, doll. Come on, I wanna hear how I’m making you feel. Be a good slut for me yeah?”

He started rubbing your clit a bit faster, forcing a moan out of you much to your dismay. Despite his threat, you did not want to give him a reaction. Even though you were shit scared, you wanted to cling onto that little bit of dignity you had left.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Ghostface murmured, continuing his face paced circles. Your dignity slipped away, the moans and whimpers pouring out of you the more he abused your clit. Your body was betraying you. Him rubbing you like this was making your pussy wet, and your nipples hard. The sensation of his fingers working his magic on your clit alone was starting to create a small but noticeable pressure at the pit of your stomach, longing for more stimulation.

“Such beautiful sounds. You’re getting me all riled up here.” He whispered, his hard on becoming more and more apparent by the tightening of his pants. You could feel it pressing into your arse, which did not help the wet pool staining your underwear.

“Jesus, look at you. You fucking slut, you actually are enjoying this, aren’t you? You look so fucking good like this, cheeks all red, nipples standing at attention, fuck.” He growled, his cock begging to be released from its confinement.

Without warning, his two gloved fingers slipped inside of you, causing you to gasp and become weak in the knees. Just by inserting the fingers inside you, he could hear how wet you were, which only made his cock twitch.

“You ARE enjoying this. Fucking hell, you’re so wet. Is that all from me just playing with your clit?Fucking whore.”

He pumped his digits in and out of you, his own breath becoming heavier the more you moaned, his eyes watching the way yours closed and opened as if you was in a trance. The noises your cunt was making only made your cheeks flush even redder, almost disgusted that this killer was making you this way, a moaning, wet mess.

Your legs were becoming way too weak to keep yourself up as his fingers curled inside of you, scarping your g-spot and adding to the pressure that was rising in your stomach, threatening to be released.

“I-I can’t..”

“Oh sweet girl, have your legs turned to jelly?” He chuckled, his fingers picking up the pace.

You whined, finding yourself holding onto his strong arm still wrapped around you for some sort of support.

“P-please, I can’t stand any longer.” You whimpered out.

Ghostface hummed in thought while he took his fingers out your dripping cunt, and pushed them inside your mouth so you could taste your own juices.

“If you can’t stand any longer, then get on your knees.” He ordered, his fingers still in your mouth. You could feel his eyes on your flushed face, hair stuck to your head, your own juices smeared on your face as his fingers hung out your mouth. “Go on doll, on your fucking knees. Don’t make me ask again.” The knife, that you had forgotten was even there, pressed against your throat, and you wasted no time in obliging. You shakily started lowering to your knees, your back still facing him.

“And don’t even try to run.” He gripped the knife tighter, still at your throat, and circled in front of you so that you could now see him fully, the said knife never leaving your skin.

“Fuck me, sweetheart, if I didn’t have any self control I’d fuck you right now, with you looking like that.” You could practically see his cock bulging out of his pants from under his cloak.

He bent down to your height on the floor, and tilted your chin up using the tip of the blade so that you was staring into the black, soulless masked eyes. You wished you could see his expression, so that you could have some sense of what he planned to do next.

In one swift motion, he had cut open your top, and used his hands to rip apart your bra, summoning a surprised squeal from you as he did so with ease. He wasted no time in cutting the sides of your underwear as well, so that you were now completely bare in front of him, your nipples erect, and your swelling clit all on display.

“Fucking hell..” He groaned, his cock twitching uncomfortably in his pants at the sight of you completely exposed and on your knees.

“You know..” He reached out to grope one of your tits. “Ive seen you in trials before. Do you know how fucking hard it is to watch you with these tits and not being able to do shit about it?”

He massaged and gently pinched your nipples, his cock becoming so painfully hard. “You have no idea. And I bet you enjoy that, huh? You enjoy the fact you make me so hard that I need to palm myself every time I see you, imagining what your sweet little cunt would feel like around my cock, don’t you?” He slammed the knife’s blade through the floor between your legs, causing you to jump and gasp. The knife handle stuck upright, exactly how Ghostface wanted it.

You watched him rise to his feet and make quick work of his belt, undoing the buttons to his pants and finally releasing his cock with a relieved groan. You could see from your place on the floor his dick standing at attention, curving upwards slightly with pre-cum beading down his tip. He gave himself a few slow strokes before he broke your stunned silence. “Ride it.” He pointed to the knife handle.

Your eyes widened.

“W-what?”

“I said fucking ride it.”

Your eyes darted between the knife handle, and him, a horrified look plastered all over your face.

“I-I don’t think I can do that-“

Ghostface roughly grabbed your neck and lifted you slightly so that your pussy was lined up with the knife handle. “When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. I don’t want to have to ask you to do things more than once anymore, or else that knife is going inside you in one of two ways - in your cunt, or in your stomach. Now, ride. It.” His voice was laced with irritation, and you didn’t want to test his patience.

You whimpered quietly to yourself, trying to ignore all the thoughts screaming at you to not do it - to get away, somehow, but you knew that your only chance of escape was giving him what he wants. Ghostface let go of your neck, and watched you realign yourself with the knife handle.

Your breath was shaky as you lowered yourself onto the knife, but those breaths were replaced with little whimpers as the relatively thin handle got buried deeper inside you. You could feel Ghostface’s eyes burning holes into your naked form, urging you to keep going till the whole handle was in you. You took your time, wanting to adjust to the foreign object’s texture before moving, finding that it didn’t feel as bad as you thought it would, and it’s thin size made it easy to get used to.

You started bouncing on the handle, small moans sounding from the back of your throat, which proceeded to make Ghostface start stroking his cock faster as he watched you. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it sweet girl..” He groaned, watching your body move to find a way to please itself on his very own knife. That, coupled with your whimpers and moans, could of made him fucking cum right then and there. “Yeah, yes, don’t stop, fuck..look at you, you precious little thing, fuck…you look so fucking good doing that. Don’t stop fucking yourself with my knife, shit..” He could barely form words between his grunts, his hand stroking his cock rapidly as your moans filled his ears.

You watched him knead his dick, the sight paired with his grunts and groans, his words, making your inhibitions decease into nothing, your pussy practically drooling at the interaction you was experiencing with this killer. You reached up to one of your tits and started massaging it, your eyes staring up at him to where his eyes would be and back down to his dick, deciding to not quieten your moans anymore. “Fuck baby, yeah, that’s so fucking hot.” He panted, feeling his cock twitch in his hands. “You’re such a good little slut, I didn’t even have to tell you to do that. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

He walked towards you and grabbed the hair on the back of your head. “I want your pretty little mouth round my cock, get it nice and wet for me.”

He pushed himself into your mouth, taking you off guard and causing you to choke on it. What he did not have in length he definitely made up for in width. He let out a prolonged groan as he felt the warmth of your mouth, almost spilling his cum down your throat in that instant. You wasted no time and moved your head up and down his length, using the tip of your tongue to lick the bottom of it as you did, pulling out more grunts and groans from Ghostface. “Oh fuck..” He moaned, looking down at your mouth wrapped around him, taking him all in and sucking him like an obedient whore should. You looked up at him as you bobbed your head up and down, using the hand that was not playing with your tits to massage his balls softly.

“Shit, yes, that feels so fucking good baby. Fucking hell..” His grip on your hair tightened as he stared into your lust filled eyes, half lidded and sparkling with little tears. His praise made you moan, sending little vibrations up his shaft while you continued to take him in and out your mouth, with your tongue swirling around it like it was a popsicle. There was dribble spilling out the sides of your mouth, and your face was red from the little air you was taking in through your nose. Seeeing you like this was edging him closer to his climax, his breaths between grunts and groans became shorter; he really wanted to cum down your fucking throat, but he was far from done with you. He pulled your mouth off of his cock, a string of saliva connected from your mouth to his shaft breaking half way.

You panted heavily, taking in the air you was neglected while going down on him. Ghostface was also panting heavily, his cock twitching and soaked, his desire for your cunt now more obvious than ever. He effortlessly lifted you up by your thighs, slamming you against a nearby wall that knocked the air out of your lungs. “I’m not waiting anymore, doll. I need to feel your pussy wrapped round my cock. Do you want that? Hm? Do you want my cock buried inside you, princess?” You nodded frantically, your pussy dripping wet with your legs spread wide open and wrapped around his waist.

His tip teased the entrance of your hole, circling it painfully slow. “Use your words.” He urged, watching your desperate face practically beg him to just fuck you. “Yes..! I do.” You respond, your pussy practically throbbing his name in morse code.

“Yeah? Is that right?”

“Y-yes, please!”

His tip finally penetrated your hole a bit, the warmth and tight sensation extracting a string of curses from his mouth. “So fucking tight..”

The little contact he was making with his tip was causing you to squeeze around him more, as if your body was trying to suck him into you desperately. Your chest was heaving with anticipation as your heart was ringing in your ears like church bells on a sunday morning.

He finally pushed his whole cock into you, his girth stretching you to his size and his hands squeezing your thighs so hard that little bruises were bound to appear, both of your moans now mixing together in a symphony as his cock buried inside you for the first time.

“So tight and wet for me, fucking christ..” He growled, your walls squeezing him despite his width stretching you out. He pulled out of you so that his tip was the only thing remaining, before roughly slamming right back into you, cursing and groaning while you mewled pathetically into his shoulder as his cock sent painful and pleasurable shockwaves throughout your body as you tried to adjust to his size. He gave you no time to, however, and his movements became rapid as he started fucking into you shamelessly with a new ferocity. Your moans became so loud you was sure the survivors back at the camp could hear you being pounded like the little slut you were. The curve in his dick was making his tip reach places you’d never felt in your life, which proceeded to make your moans increase in volume.

“Fuck…yeah…you feel so..god…you feel so fucking amazing sweet girl…yeah, let me hear those slutty sounds you make…mhmm, fuck..!” He managed to pant out as he drove his cock into you with new speeds, causing your cunt to tighten even more around his cock as your climax was approaching fast.

“Mmph, just when I thought you couldn’t get any tighter..” He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at his mask. Drool was all over your face and your eyes were welded shut into an expression of utter bliss. “I can feel you’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can feel you tightening around me..” He grunted between his erratic thrusts. You could only respond with loud moans, words now lost from your brain as he fucked you closer to your high.

“I want you to cum all over my cock, go on, fucking cum all over me, doll.” He said, still keeping a hold on your chin so he could watch your face. Your noises only became louder and louder as the pressure in your uterus grew faster each second, your arms squeezing his neck and holding onto dear life. “Mm, that’s it, good girl..” He purred, his thrusts unrelenting.

His encouragement finally made the pressure all release at once, that great fucking feeling of cumming on his dick extorting a mix of screams and moans as the intense wave of pleasure washed over your body. “Ohh, fuck yeah, baby, that’s it. Such a good girl.” Your pussy clenched tightly around him as you rode out your high, and he hissed as his movements became more sloppy and desperate to chase his own climax. You quickly became sensitive as he continued to pile drive into you, your moans turning into whimpers as you bared through the overstimulation.

“Mm…gonna cum, fuck..” He groaned, squeezing your thigh even tighter. He managed to fuck into you for a few more sloppy strokes before his warm cum spilled into your cunt in large quantities, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he slowly stroked into you a few more times as you milked him dry. You could feel him twitching as he finished his load deep inside you.

His fast breaths slowly evened out as he recovered, still having a strong hold on you with your weak legs wrapped around his waist. You were in worse shape; your legs were weak, you had dried juices at the corner of your mouth, drool on your chin…

“You really do look like a slut.” Ghostface chuckled darkly, finally pulling out of you so his cum could drip out of you slightly. You had no strength to argue, or respond, so you just allowed yourself to go limp in his strong hold. You heard him chuckle again, hooking his free arm under your legs to carry you properly.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you watched him take you further into the house, your legs swaying every time he took a step. You heard a distant sound get louder the more he carried you, which made your head perk up a bit as you realised that it was the sound of the hatch.

‘He’s actually giving it to me?’

You glanced up at Ghostface before he not-so-gently chucked you onto the hatch with a thump. With a grunt, you sat up on the cold metal of the hatch and suddenly became aware that you was still naked, cum dripping out of you and hair in disarray.

“Go on, go, let them survivors see how much of a slut their teammate is.” He laughed darkly. “Hopefully we get put into the same trial again very soon, sweet girl.” He murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before standing up straight and disappearing out of sight.

You held onto your chest with one arm and covered your pussy with the other before entering the hatch, finding difficulty to stand up straight. You could feel his cum sticking to your inner thighs and you could already see hatred and judgment of the other survivors when you got back.

But, you were past caring now. That felt too fucking good to care.

[starysky1289]

Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Dior.

A/N: sorry if this isn’t fantastic, been having a lil trouble writing, fics may be coming fewer and farther between, only because I wanna post stuff that’s good and worth reading. But I do hope yall enjoy this.

TW: Toxic relationship, Manipulation, Gaslighting

“ You did what? “

“ I got myself a job at the mall!! I’ll be working at Dior!! I’ll be able to pay off my student loans easier now. “

Vanessa’s icy eyes stared at you. This job was a bit of a last resort, your loans where piling up and you felt that if you didn’t start paying now, you never would. You knew Vanessa was upset, but why would she be? She didn’t have to spend any more money on you, she wouldn’t need to baby you.

“ and you did this. Without telling me. You just decided to go and get a job?? Why don’t you talk to me! “

“ cause I wanted to surprise you Vanessa!! And now, I’ll be more independent, you won’t need to spend money on me anymore. Plus, right now I’m only working Thursdays,Fridays, and Saturdays, so we’ll still have plenty of time to hang out. “

Vanessa’s gaze shortened, as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to her. You where lucky you where on the campus, who knows what she’d do to you if you where at the house.

“ I don’t want you independent. You should be spending your time with me. God knows why I let you live in the dorm. I can’t with you right now y/n. “

Vanessa let go of your wrist and stormed off. You sighed, turning back to your dorm building. She was just protective of you, she didn’t want people near you. You’d be fine, she’ll get used to it soon.

*~*

You wore a simple beige shirt and black cardigan, as well as some simple jeans. It was your first official day on the floor, and you were simply assigned with fixing displays and putting the new bags out on the floor.

You were going through the boxes, pulling out the beautiful leather bags, gently placing them them onto the displays. You heard the click of heel’s against the marble floor, figuring it was just your manager checking on you.

“ well, if it isn’t my princess. Look at you, working. “

You turned around, your heart almost skipping a beat. Vanessa stood before you, wearing a pink checkered coat and black crop top, along with a white skirt. A bit more revealing than what she’d normally wear in public, but she probably had a party after this.

“ Vanessa! It’s great see you! Yes I love this job, it’s so simple and the people are great. I’m really happy I did this “

“ I don’t like how you’re not home. With me. But I suppose I’ll just, get over it. Never-mind that….don’t you just look gorgeous~ “

Vanessa stepped closer, and cupped a hand against your clothed heat. You gasped, trying to push her away.

“ n-no Vanessa. Not h-here! I’m working….”

“ im just making sure she’s alright dear…I haven’t played with you in a while, huh dear? “

“ n-Nessa….”

Vanessa snickered, pulling back and glancing around the store. You turned back to the bags, red hot in the face.

“ I think I’ll just look around, make sure no one messes with you dear. “

“ there’s security, I’ll be fine Vanessa… “

Vanessa only clicked her tounge, before walking off. You sighed, turning back to your work. You knew she’d keep bothering you at work, even if it messed you up her own schedule. You saw your manager walking over and tried to busy yourself again

“ hey, y/n. Everything ok? Saw something happen with that girl. “

“ alls ok, that was my girlfriend. She just came to check up on me, I’m getting back to work right now. “

“ alright,well, just make sure she dosnt keep interrupting you. “

“ yes maam…”

You sighed, looking at the hand bags you’d never be able ti afford by yourself. You didn’t wanna admit it to yourself, but you wanted this job, needed it. You just wanted to be yourself around people, and not the quiet, shy, obedient girl you were for Vanessa. But that’s just how you were, always willing to listen, desperate to please.

*~*

Vanessa would always come and visit almost every day you worked. Be it just passing by or coming in. And everyday something was off. One day some of the wallets where tossed around the display table, another the bags where out of there color coded order, which put your manager is tizzy.

One day, Vanessa came in with half the soroity. Why wouldn’t they, it was the yearly sale, and they all needed a new bag.

“ y/n, baby, why don’t you help me hold all this. And why don’t you choose something you want, for working so hard “

“ V-Vanessa I have to- “

“ Y/N. I told you to be restocking the shoes, there practically flying off the shelf’s. If you can’t- oh! Ms Shelly! I’m so sorry to interrupt your shopping. “

You looked between Vanessa and your manager bewildered.

“ it’s no issue, y/n was just going to help me and the girls shop, I hope you don’t mind “

“ not at all maam! Y/n. Ms Shelly is one of our top buyers, you’ll be best behaved for her and help her and her party with whatever they need. “

You knew better than to argue, and simply nodded, following Vanessa around the store, standing silently besides her as she and the girls shoped throughout the store.

“ your such a good little helper y/n. Here, I’ll get you this, it’s cute, isn’t it “

Vanessa tossed you a little pink wallet, 560 dollar, although on sale it would only be about 450, not like it changed much. A roar of laughter distracted you, you located it coming from the group of girls by dresses.

“ n-ness will you quiet them d-down…there disturbing the peace-“

“ don’t make me get your manager, sweetheart. You’ve been so obedient now, let the girls have fun “

Vanessa kissed you gently, and snickered, pulling you away to the next section. Something about this job made you feel even more worthless than you were before. People where rude to you, and you where taught that putting yourself first in this job was rude and horrible. You’d rather be home with Vanessa, listening to her talk about the latest gossip, and having someone to ramble about your writings, even if she didn’t listen.

You helped carry the bags and shoes to the register, leaving Vanessa to her own for now.

“ baby, real quick. “

You turned around, Vanessa slipped you the wallet and smirked.

“ all payed for, you keep it. I love you baby..thank you for helping me~ “

“ oh, t-thank you nessy. I love you too, I’ll see you tonight. “

You kissed her gently, and turned back to your work, feeling warmer and bubblier than usual.

*~*

“ Y/N!! My office, now! “

You quickly turned from your work, you’d never hear your manager this angry. You made you way over your her, and followed her into the office. You sat in the chair across from her, trying not to seem scared.

“ your fired. “

“ W-what?? No, n-No why?? “

“ why? You’ve stolen from us, and you carry it around with you like it’s nothing! “

You quickly understood what she ment. You pulled out the wallet, staring between it and your manager.

“ no, Vanessa bought this for me! She gave it to me- “

“ now your blaming our top customer? You were the one working that sector! Give me the wallet. And get out! “

Tears swelled around your eyes, you saw it, Vanessa brought it up to the register, than gave it to you. She wouldn’t steal, she’d never.

You pulled your cards and money out of the wallet and handed it to her, before walking out of the office, and out of the store. You were already sobbing before you even got out of the mall, there wasn’t a bus to take you back to the college yet, so you’d have to call Vanessa.

“ what. “

“ V-Vanessa….i-I need you to come pick me up…t-they fired me. “

You sobbed into the phone, Vanessa went on mute for a moment, before comming back.

“ I’m coming baby. I’m so sorry, what happened? What could you have done? “

“ t-they think I stole the wallet…a-and didn’t belive it when I said you got it for me..”

“ my lord. I’ll be there soon baby, I knew this job would be too much for you. We’ll…snuggle…when we get home, ok baby? “

You sniffled, whipping your face and trying your breath. Vanessa was on your side, she belived you. She’d even comfort you when you’d come back. You needed her. She was the only person who could help you cope with this.

“ ok…thank you Vanessa…I love you..”

“ I love you too sweetheart, I’ll see you soon~ “

[angelsparkls]

all my favorite fics that no one asked for:

* = my absolute favorites

multiple ship fics:

All in the Cards (series)* - (haikyuu) MY FAVORITE FIC OF ALL TIME! although lengthy it is such a good read and has a lot of popular ships! the au is such a cool concept and the plot and characters are thought out so well it’s amazing and should definitely check it out

The Crystal Miracles - (kuroko no basket) based off steven universe but coming from someone who has never watched steven universe the fic was not super dependent on it and was just based around the plot of steven universe (apparently i talked about with my friend who actually watched steven universe) i thought it was cool so definitely recommend! also a bit lengthy but worth it

friends, worlds apart - (haikyuu) it’s mainly bokuaka but there’s other ships so i decided to put this fic here. tbh i don’t remember it too well but i do know it well enough to know that it was really good! it’s a pretty long hogwarts au fic and is based off basic plot points from harry potter but it’s not too similar imo so overall a good read!

Haikyuu:

Death Threats & Wine Bottles - (semishira) domestic semishira. that’s all. it’s cute. there’s nothing to not like about it.

Saltwater Room - (kuroken) i think i read this because of a recommendation and man it was funny. i enjoyed all the fun little bits of kenma and hinata just being friends but also the more serious angsty parts and having the whole conflict with kuroo and kenma’s dream. *sigh* it’s good but lengthy. worth it in my opinion but i like long fics so maybe not your cup of tea

When I Fall In Love - (semishira) i can’t really remember this fic since i read it a long time ago but i do remember liking it! the band au/pianist au concept was cool seeing it with semishira and they are so supportive of each other after they get over their annoyance! it’s not as long as the other long fics i’ve recommended but definitely give it a shot!

Cover My Thoughts In Gold - (bokuaka) some classic soulmate au because they are soulmates so why not have a fic that has them be confirmed soulmates

True Ending - (kuroken) marriage proposal in the best and cutest way possible and one that perfectly fits them 🥺

Cat’s Out of the Bag - (kuroken) it’s just some cute little scenes of kenma as a shapeshifter and kuroo not knowing. it’s quick but so so cute how they interact

Maybe, Probably - (sakuatsu) cute hogwarts au of slytherin atsumu and ravenclaw sakusa. yeah that’s basically it

Rose Gold - (semishira) ROYALTY AU SEMISHIRA AAAAAAA definitely one of my favorite considering that I actually never see a royalty au centered around them

Vibrant - (semishira) im a sucker for soulmate aus but this soulmate au especially was such a cute concept!

A Musical World Thanks To You - (semishira) soulmate au fic but you can hear songs that your soulmate is listening to! it really is such a good concept with semi asking shirabu to be in the talent show with him and perform a song and yk yk big build up to the moment hehe

Dog visits - (kyouhaba) the classic “oh he’s different than i thought what do i do now” and yahaba being soft with kyoutani’s dog is everything and kyoutani not knowing how to deal with yahaba barging into his life 😍

be my honeybee - (kyouhaba) tw: implied/referenced child ab/se if you aren’t comfortable with that please don’t read <3 but it is a good fic and addresses real issues especially with kyoutani not really having anyone to help him until yahaba came around. it’s a bit long and made me cry a little so that’s why it’s good

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back - (kyouhaba) everyone has superpower abilities!! i always love aus like this so it’s not a surprise it’s one of my favorites. it also touches on mental health in the form of kyoutani doing too much for people when he doesn’t need to and always sacrificing himself for others even when it makes him unhappy. it’s so good tho if you ever decide to read it because it is a bit long

rewrite the stars - (kuroken) arranged marriage au where kenma and kageyama are going to get married but by the end they realize that they are marrying the wrong people and its so cute seeing kenma come to that realization

Kuroko No Basket:

The Frog in the Well - (midotaka) it has been a while since i read this fic but i do remember laughing about this and just thinking it was overall cute especially with the whole aspect of being a loose retelling of “The Frog-King” and i know two other people who also read this and thought it was cute so there’s that

The Witch in the Tower - (murahimu) this is from the same series and author as the previous knb fic i recommended because this fic is also based around a fairy tale and i found this really cute because they are kinda domestic in this fic since there’s just an adopted child in a tower… anyway

Feels Like Winning - (murahimu) just some soulmate au for them because murasakibara not knowing how to deal with feelings <3

Only with You - (kikasa) a cute fic for this surprisingly underrated ship! it’s not too long but encompasses these idiots’ relationship in this fic perfectly

Claws and paws - (murahimu) this shapeshifter au is so cute because like height difference 😍 and also the whole idea of like himuro being this tiny cat compared for murasakibara is funny to me. it’s kind of long but i enjoyed it!

Other Fandoms:

Boy Problems - (mirio togata x tamaki amajiki) an OG for me it’s actually one of my first bookmarks and it’s a cute little oneshot that reminds me how oblivious and stupid these idiots are

the blind leading the blind - (childe x zhongli) it’s not really focused on relationship but it really touches on the betrayal that childe feels after realizing that zhongli gave his gnosis to signora behind his back and i think this fic is so very cool for creating that scenario and executed it perfectly!

kintsugi - (teru minamoto x akane aoi) oh lord. oh god. this fic actually kinda broke me. it’s a very bittersweet fic that makes me go OMG YAY and then oh oh oh oh /neg but it does end happily. at what cost tho. it’s so so so good tho definitely recommend. a little lengthy but not too bad

Look At Me Like That - (momotarou mikoshiba x aiichirou nitori) THIS FIC SUMS UP THIS SHIP PERFECTLY! ITS SO GOOD! like the whole thingg of ai having unrequited feelings for rin but is now in love with this idiot momo is exactly how i see their relationship and having that tied up in this one fic.

[rubberduckrobin]

hi there im feelin a bit blue, i wonder if u can do some belphie comfort writing? like when uve just had a terrible day feelin like everything downed on u and u came to him for console :,) hes my favorite character so if u do it tyvm! if u dont thats perfectly ok too!

Hey Anon! Tysm for this request - it means a lot to me! I’m sorry to hear you haven’t been feeling good but I hope you’re doing alright <3

Enjoy the fic! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Belphegor x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff, comfort

Word count: Around 1k. (rounded up)

Summary: After a long, difficult day you seek out Belphie for comfort, hoping that you’ll find what was missing from your day, in the warmth of his arms.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51474559

TW: Nothing I can think of.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓

Prologue:

Please love me. Please tell me you love me. Please tell me you love me and brush my tears away. 

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Part 1: The dark stormy clouds bring satisfied fields of flowers. 

Fortune is something you believe in. And from the moment you woke up, you knew you weren’t on cruel luck's side. 

Even your morning’s dream was a nightmare. Even the little comfort you found in the day’s rainy skies, your favourite type of weather, cannot overcome the underlying feeling of needing something more. 

Needing to let out anger, at the strangers that pushed against you, let out sadness at the loss of the day that could have been productive.

You need something.

Today was awful. Today was a day you wish hadn’t happened. 

But a part of you knows that seeking comfort in Belphegor afterwards is what would make it so…worth it. 

You hate feeling as though you’re taking advantage, and that you shouldn’t want to have such a terrible day just to be able to come to Belphie for help, but his warmth is irresistible, like a blanket in bitter cold. 

This wasn’t the first time you found yourself outside his room, staring blankly at his doorknob, a debate with two sides of your brain, the ‘considerate’ and the ‘selfish’.

Should I knock? Should I leave? 

If he denies your presence, you’ll be left empty, unloved, another reason for wanting the horrible day to end and for the earth to cave in under your feet. 

However, he could also be the one to stop everything; your memories of the people that pushed past you, the lack of effort you put into your work, the torment you endured from family, acquaintances, friends. Everything. Everything that happened.

The doorknob clicks open.

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Part 2: Security Blanket

As you reach for the door, it opens from the other side.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

Your swollen-eyed gaze meets Belphegors and it only takes him a moment to realise what’s happening.

“Another one of those days, huh?”

You can’t respond.

Everything…

“Alright. Come in.”

Everything…

Belphie wraps around you by the waist almost instantaneously, cold hands curling warmly around your stomach; his warmed breath paces against the line of your neck, tickling you gently. 

He runs circles on your back whilst leading you towards his bed. 

“I was just feeling sleepy. I’m glad to have a new pillow.”

Still holding your hand, he gets under his duvet, ushering you in with soft breaths. 

Everything…

You’re pulled into the comfort of his blanket, and he repositions his arms to be around your torso again, burrowing his head into the crook of your neck. 

“Mm.”

Everything…

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” he asks, in nothing more than a whisper.

“It’s just…not a good day today.”

“Alright…do you want to stay here with me? Like this?”

“…yes.”

Everything.

Time stops. Memories stop. 

It’s only you and him. 

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Part 3: As gentle as mournful melodies tribute to joy. 

He begins to hum, the vibrations running down your aching body. 

The song is not one you know, but it provides a sense of familiarity. It’s similar to the feeling of completing something small, like a puzzle, or something big, like your day. 

As he runs his hands through your hair, you find your mind to be indulged in nothing but the sensation. The feeling of his fingers winding their way through each strand, the pause when he goes to start from your scalp again.

You feel pampered.

Everything.

Through newfound drowsy thoughts, you begin to speak.

“Everything today was just so…”

Before you can find the word to complete it, he speaks.

“Difficult? …mm…”

“Like the world was…”

“…Against you?”

“No. More like…crashing in on me. But yeah, that too.”

“Okay. It’s okay. That’s life…”

“Life sucks then.”

“Yeah…it really does.”

Everything.

“…what can make it better?”

“I don’t know.”

“…is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Alright. Do you want to sleep? …Or talk?”

 “I don’t…”

“Know?” His laughs are muffled against your body and your heart just melts - you’re so lucky to have him.

It’s unusual how you aren’t anything more than friends, but you are together as though more. His tenderness as he holds you seems more than just what you are labelled. 

“Hey, Belphie?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you think its weird to be like…this? You know…”

“Huh? Oh. No? You were upset. And you looked exhausted. I don’t see a problem with this.”

“Don’t you think this is something for couples?”

“No. But…”

“But?”

“It’s nothing, go to sleep. You’re tired.”

Nothing more is needed to be said, and nothing more is to be done, aside from you just staying in his arms as you dream.

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Part 4: Dreams.

I dream of idle moments in your arms. The weight of your body against mine. The sink of my heart before the flutter. The stars in the sky as you watch with glistening eyes.

I think of how stupid this is, how stupid this all is. How ridiculous it is to think such romanticised thoughts.

Then I think of you.

Everything stops and all there is is my heartbeat against yours. 

Nothing less, nothing more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓

End Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed it! To whoever is reading this: please be kind to yourself and have a great day/night! :)

[lovebvni]

the people have spoken — here’s my lore <3

hellooo!! <3 you guys said you wanted to see my lore from my main dr that i actually got from js thinking about my dr!!!

for context, this is for my main mha dr <3 i am siblings w himiko toga but she also has 2 more siblings including me, kuro (kurtis is his american name; he is also himiko a twin sibling) and himari (halo) (i just changed her name as of typing this)

i js realized how y/n this sounds but ykw it’s cool shit ok?

tw for assault (or battery idk im not a lawyer), cutting of skin, drug use of minors, getting drugged .

please stop reading if there is anything that is a trigger to you. and also know this is all FICTIONAL in this reality so please do not worry abt anyone lmfao 😭😭

im going to be as brief as possible! i dont wanna type long blog although this is interesting <3

soooo our family moved back from america when i was in ~5th grade. i was like what… 10 because i started school early (i started developing fast oopsie‼️), himiko n kurt were 14/15 idk man i can’t do math their birthday is after mine 😭 but we were all still young. halo was 6/7ish

so around the time we moved back to japan and himiko real REALLY didn’t wanna go back to japan. she had friends in the us who she felt like accepted her n whatnot, she has a girlfriend she had to break up with because of the move, etc. there was lot going on in her head — it wa as big change to move back to japan so our mom could thrive in her business.

so, himiko came up with a plan — to drug her family, run away and fly back to america to continue living her life.

now, obviously, she didn’t complete the whole thing because she felt bad. she would be without her twin and two younger siblings.

she drugged all of us at a family celebration dinner. i don’t know the details for this i didn’t think it through/didn’t get told what she used. it started with an a though, idk LMDAO 😭😭

anya ways she drugged us at this family dinner then decided, as a way to show her love, she was going to take some of all our blood and cut a heart out on a various part of all our bodies.

my mom got a heart on her outer right thigh, my dads was on his right shoulder blade, kuro’s on his left arm, mine on my left eye and kiara’s on her left hand.

i don’t quite know why she did this but obviously, right for her parents, left for her siblings. idk if it means anything to her but yeah!

anyways hospitalized stitched, blah blah medical recoveries whatever.

now with this next part i’ll be kind of brief. some of kurt’s school friends found out abt the incident and they were like “hey we got set that could help u” but he decided to bring me since i was his next closest sibling — whatever.

they were older or something so they had like drugs (😧😧😧😦😦) ( i can’t take this seriously it’s insane) anyways we went to a lot of parties like every friday n saturday night but on saturdays we wouldn’t get as high bc we have church on sundays (we watch the american one online 💀)

it was crazy tho bro!!! but anyways both kurt n i have nic addictions 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ woopsie poopsie!

i didn’t script all of this btw. i just scripted the part abt himiko drugging us then fucking dipping. all this other shit was included.

also dw i won’t get cancer or anything serious from using anything 😭😭 js temp shit!

anyways yeah! sorry it’s shorter than u expected. i have a weird headache that keeps coming n going (along w migraines) so i tried to keep it short so i wouldn’t stress myself

anyways!!! i hope yall enjoyed! if u have my questions feel free to ask or smth idk 😭

[naraven]

water of all life

this is. so long. im going to die I DIDNT MEAN FOR THIS TO GET THIS LONG someone hold me back.

wc // 1.4,,, 1.4k words,,,

tw // mentions of dissolving

Evil is a constant in this world.

Ven is a testament to this. They have seen and even been used to impart cruel, unjust acts upon others. After all, selfishness in the Akademiya was often seen as the norm for a long time.

So to say they were unfamiliar with these kinds of crime would be like saying they could understand the minds of those they deemed “evil.”

“Do you still have some of the primordial water left anywhere? Stored?”

“Yes, I left my drink as it is in case this happened. I hid it here, please wait a moment.”

They close their eyes as the lady walks away, presumably to grab the drink her husband gave her. The Steambird commission detailed how a woman suspected her husband of giving her primordial water of Fontaine’s ancient springs mixed in with her drinks. Intrigued, Ven came to ask the commissioner more about the details.

“Here it is. This is the mix of tea that I enjoy and the one mixed with the primordial water.”

She hands it over to them with two hands, careful not to spill any. Ven nods at her in thanks as they start inspecting the cup. A porcelain yellow cup, probably part of a set with other cups and teapot. The liquid looks normal, and no ordinary person could tell if it had been mixed with anything other than the tea.

“Why did you suspect your husband of doing such a thing?”

The woman fidgets with her hands. She takes a deep sigh before spilling out her thoughts.

“He was watching me more closely than usual. I wouldn’t recommend it, but the tea also tastes rather odd. Usually, the water from our pipes tastes a bit different, and the case of the primordial water dissolving people has spread all throughout Fontaine. I suppose you could chalk it up to paranoia, but I can’t help as though he’s hiding something from me. He’s been going out more and more and claims he’s been forced to work overtime, but his boss says that he goes home at the usual time.”

Ven nods for her to continue. She inhales and exhales deeply for a couple moments and proceeds.

“He’s been acting out more and more as well. Usually we would talk and laugh easily but he’s more irritable now. He raises his voice and sleeps elsewhere in the house. I’m scared that he gained the water somehow to get rid of me quietly, but I never told him that I was actually from Snezhnaya.”

“And where is your husband now?”

“I don’t know. I think that… He knows that I know what he was trying to do. I haven’t seen him since the day before yesterday. I thought that maybe he was just feeling guilty, but I’m getting worried for him now.”

Ven pats the woman on the shoulder as she curls up in her chair. Her near silent sobs pierce the tense air in the house.

“Don’t worry, ma’am. We’ll get to the bottom of this soon, I’m sure.”

She takes one last intake of air before looking up at them with water in her eyes.

“Do you have any idea where he was conducting all this?”

“I… have no clue. I’m so sorry, I have no idea where he might be.”

“Then I will start the search tomorrow. Please, sleep tonight knowing your husband is still safe.”

They bid her goodbye, leaving a handkerchief in her hands. Her eyes were dark, almost angry at what had happened to her husband.

But Ven was determined to hand her the truth.

~~~

Ven’s first on the list to seach for the missing man was in the old couples’ apartment they had moved out of a year ago. Upon entering, Ven had carefully made sure nothing was disturbed as they stepped from room to room.

However, the search ended up with nothing turning up. No matter how many surfaces they checked under, inspecting each and every corner of every room and closet, nothing.

Almost as if nobody had been in there in a very, very long time.

The silence felt tight, like it was about to snap had Ven moved a bit too quickly. Every step they took echoed, solidifying that they were all alone.

Until it was very evident that they were not.

“Ma’am, I can hear you.”

A shuffle, before silence returned to the apartment. Ven pinches the bridge of their nose in annoyance.

“I know you are in the boiler room. Please come out already.”

This time, there is no noise.

“Alright then, I’ll open the door to where you are now. Don’t mind if I do.”

They make sure the person inside the tiny space can hear their footsteps. Heavy and dark, just the woman’s eyes from earlier.

“Stop!”

Before they could even twist the handle, the door bursts open itself. The wife of the culprit stands before them.

“How did you know?”

She breathes heavily. As before, her darkened eyes peak form behind messy bangs.

“It was rather obvious. You were the one who dissolved your husband, not the other way around.”

She looks terrified. Her horror is exemplified by her appearance, which was barren yet looked as though she had run through a hurricane.

“Since you look like you aren’t in any proper way to respond, I shall explain. Firstly, your husband was missing. Conveniently, despite your husband being the one to try and dissolve you, he was the one that was missing. Odd, yes?”

Ven starts to pace around the room, the lady’s eyes following their every move on the creaky wooden floor.

“Second, and the most obvious clue, was that you claimed your tea tasted odd. Perhaps not bad, but you insinuated that you didn’t like the taste. In truth, another Mondstadt woman who was a victim of being dissolved claimed the water tasted rather sweet. But you wouldn’t have known that since you never drank the water.

Third, you claim not to know where your husband is. However, this place stood out to me because of the lease you still have on this place. If you both had moved out and had no use for such a place, why the lease? Unless there was some use for this place to be used as a scapegoat plan.”

They approach the woman, who’s quivering against the boiler room door.

“You knew, everything…”

“Indeed. I also knew about the lie that you told me of you being Snezhnayan. Looking into the commission more, your birth certificate is in this very nation. You and your husband had met when you were teenagers.”

The woman stills, barely even twitching. Her body was stiff, tense as all the muscles in her body tightened.

“With all that, I believe we have the whole case wrapped up, Duke Wriothesley.”

The front door of the apartment creaks open, and the woman falls to the floor. Her knees lapse, kneeling in a rather uncomfortable position.

“Right you are. Please come with me, Ma’am. If you resist, I will make sure that you serve an even harsher sentence.”

Luckily for everyone, the woman is barely conscious. She hangs like a ragdoll as a couple meka handcuff her and lead her away.

“Thank you for the tip, Ven. We will make sure that everything else is handled from here.”

Ven nods, drained from this whole commission.

This one took a bit too long.

~~~

“Heyyy, it’s Ven again!”

“Hello, Ven.”

The synthetic being turned their head around to find the iconic silver and gold duo waving at them. They wave back with a lot less enthusiasm.

“Good day, you two. Now then, I’m off to rest.”

“Ugh-wait! It’s rude to just walk off like that.”

Before Ven can even take a step toward the hotel, Paimon’s tiny hands grab at the back of their coat.

“I’m just tired is all. If you have anything important to say, let me know tomorrow.”

“We do, in fact, have something important! From the Dendro Archon herself!”

Ven freezes, all tiredness draining away at the mention of Buer. They weren’t in trouble again, were they?”

“She sent a letter, but all she told us was that ‘Ven will know what I’ll be writing.’ What does she mean by that?”

Aether pats Ven on the shoulder as they slump.

“Don’t worry, Paimon, it’s just her checking up on me. I just hope she isn’t too insistent on me working in Fontaine again.” They sigh for a bit too long.

[thegreencanary]

Home is where you are…so let’s get out of here together.

Okay! This is part 2 of my Billy series. Some how this ended up being 3-4 parts. I am working on the last two because i feel like they’re shit. I don’t know how I cranked out so much story but I’m rolling with it. Im not sure if I’m gonna post the last two cuz I can just end the story here. Let me know what y’all want! ❤️

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

Part 1 is here

Summary: After Billy comes back to Hawkins he finds the one that got away in an all to familiar situation. He’s healed, but are you ready to be?

TW: Abuse, Cursing, uhhh I think that’s it for this one. The abuse is pretty heavy so don’t say I didn’t warn you. Also MINORS DNI I SEE YOU. STOP IT.

Lots of fluff in this one. Uhhh I think that’s all! Enjoy!!

Y/N

That night went by pretty quickly after Billy left, you talked a bit more with Steve; and he definitely picked up on your old crush. Kicking him out so he could get to his movie you caught yourself daydreaming about Billy. Something you used to do to try and calm yourself after Carol or Jason were especially cruel to you. Robin thought you were crazy because Billy always was on you too, but after Starcourt he just…ignored everyone. You completely understood, all of you were different after each incident; but Billy and Eddie were the only two who died and came back. You shook the bad memories from your thoughts and headed home around 2:00am.

Leaving that late was never something you enjoyed but it came with being a bartender. Despite some slow evenings you could pull around $500 a week and it paid for your apartment and the bills your family threw on you. Unfortunately it didn’t pay for your car all the time. You couldn’t afford the insurance this month so you were stuck walking him. Clutching your apartment keys so they were sticking out of your knuckles you walked out, surprised to find a car in the lot. Originally it scared the shit out of you, but the Benz looked all to familiar. Steve and Billy sat in the car talking when Billy caught sight of you.

B: “Hey! Harrington she’s out come on…”

You giggled but looked confused as the two got out of the car and headed to you.

B: “I was a little tired of driving and Harrington told me what time you close…”

S: “Loverboy didn’t want you going to your car alone.”

You laughed as Billy punched his arm enough to make Steve whimper, but he was looking around for your car.

Y: “…Thanks. I actually really appreciate it. Walking home isn’t ever a fun thing.”

Steve froze and Billy looked a bit more concerned than he originally did.

S: “Dude, since when are you walking? What happened to your car? I would’ve come and gotten you any-“

Y: “It’s fine Steve. I didn’t want to be a burden just had some…issues with it so I opted to walk. I need the exercise anyways.”

B: “Well get in. We’re taking you home.”

You flinched slightly at his tone. He definitely seemed pissed off about something.

The car ride was awkward because Steve was tearing you a new one for not asking for a ride or asking Eddie to look at your car. You insisted it was because you didn’t have time and you knew how inconvenient your hours were.

Y: “…for gods sake Steve you’re already yawning and we haven’t even made it to my apartment complex.”

Steve waved you off. The quiet was a bit unsettling as Billy hadn’t said anything. It looked like he was focusing on his breathing or something.

Billy

*1…2…3…4…5…5…4…3…2…1*

Billy silently counted in his head, a technique he learned in anger management. Every ounce of his being wanted to beat the shit out of Harrington for not noticing you was walking and to scream at you for not saying anything. *That was the old me* he kept reminding himself, he had worked so hard to be better for Max…for himself. California was what he needed but he didn’t realize how damaged he was until he and Max got into a fight and he almost smacked her around like his father hit him. Right there he promised her he would get help, and he did. He spent 2 years in classes and he learned things about himself he never wanted to; but needed to. The hardest part was when someone he cared about was in danger.

B: “You’re upset he’s falling asleep and you were gonna try to walk this far…how far is this? 9 miles?”

He tried to sound as calm as possible but it definitely came out like he was scolding you. He saw your head drop a bit and he sighed to himself

Y: “…it’s only 6 miles…”

Billy lightly smirked and smacked his forehead. He was amazed you could walk at night, you used to be terrified of the dark. He remembered you spending nights With him in the hospital because they never turned all the lights off.

B: “Well I’m going to be here for a few days so I’ll look at your car and I can pick you up and drop you off while I’m here… and I won’t take no for an answer Y/L/N.”

Billy turned to smile at you but it faltered when he saw the pained expression on your face. You shook her head and glanced at Steve and he got the message. You didn’t want to talk about it in-front of him. Billy nodded softly and placed a gentle hand on your knee.

B: “When do you work next hun?”

Steve laughed softly and Billy punched him again. The blondes smile came back as he saw the blush paint your cheeks.

Y: “I work tomorrow at 4:30…”

B: “I’ll see you at your place at 3:00 so I can look at your car.”

He felt you go rigid under his hand but he gently squeezed your leg and sat back down. Steve tried to say something but Billy shot him the Hargrove glare and Harrington kept his mouth shut.

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True to his word, Billy showed up at 3:00. He went to knock on your door when he heard shouting from the other side. Quickly he turned the corner to hide from the person coming out of the apartment. Billy first assumed it was a boyfriend on the other side but when he came out it looked more like your father. He slammed the door shut and it made him flash back to Neil shouting at him. Quickly Billy went to the door and knocked. Her heard you sniffling and you answered the door, back to him. You were on the phone.

Y: “Thanks Lexi. I owe you, just the next few shift and I’ll be back in tip top shape. Promise.”

Billy assumed you were getting your shifts covered but he didn’t know why. Once you turned to him, he got it. Your black eye would have caused a lot of problems at work.

Y: “…before you say anythin—“

Billy didn’t think much. He wrapped you in a tight hug and gently stroked your hair. Nothing was spoken between the two of you but Billy felt you relax into him. A wet spot appeared on his white tank top and Billy realized you were crying.

B:”…Sweetheart, are you alright?”

It took Billy a bit to speak because he had to keep himself from following your dad out and beating the living shit out of him for putting his hands on your. This, your hug, felt much more important, and he knew you’d be pissed if you beat her dad up. Slowly you pulled away from him, and it felt like the hole in his chest got bigger. He didn’t even realize you filled it in that moment.

Y: “…I’m okay, but you don’t have to look at my car. I won’t be working until next week so you can spend your time back saying hi to your friends and stuff.”

Billy sighed and pulled away from you completely. He disappeared into your room.

Y/N

“…Billy!! What are you doing?? That’s my stuff!!”

Billy Hargrove was in your room, after your dad had just come in and smacked the shit out of you for being late on their electric bill. Everything was still a blur while you watched him pack your clothes in a bag. He grabbed a skimpy dress you hadn’t worn since high school and two bras. You couldn’t help but start laughing at his choices. Gently you approached him, you could tell he was angry.

Y: “…Billy are you sending me to a strip club? What are you packing me for?”

You smiled as he realized what he’d packed and a blush hit his ears.

B: “you’re staying with me and Harrington for a bit. Just until you’re better and you can tell someone in the group what’s going on.”

You shrunk into yourself. It was nice he wasn’t totally pushing you to talk about it but it was clear he wanted you to. Sighing you started grabbing actual clothes and packing those. Satisfied it seemed, Billy stood in the doorway and watched you pack. His laugh caused you to look up at him.

B: “A night light. I knew you were still scared of the dark.”

You blushed and threw a sweater at him, but yeah you grabbed two and packed them.

B: “So is something actually wrong with your car too? Because I can fix it. I told you I own my own shop out in California, I kinnnnnda know what I’m doing Babe.”

The pet names were coming on strong and it was hard for you to maintain your composure. You grabbed the dress he did earlier and packed it. Who knows, maybe Steve will throw a party while you’re over.

Y: “I bet you’re a big deal Billy, but you don’t have to worry about it. I’m sure I can fix it later.”

Throwing your bag at him you walked past him and grabbed your apartment keys. He wasn’t gonna let the car thing go, but for now you were happy he didn’t say anything.

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Steve really should run an orphanage or home for misfits. Since his parents decided to ‘backpack through Africa’ or some weird rich people shit, he’d been the go to place to crash. He didn’t care because he loved the company and his parents left the credit cards. He knew about your family because when you showed up with a bruise he just hugged you, took your bag from Billy and set you up in his parents room. Billy took his room which was across the hall and Steve was booted to the guest room. Billy fought him about it for 10 minutes while you took a shower and dressed in a giant sweatshirt and leggings to get comfortable. Grumbling something Steve gave his room up by the time you walked out to meet them.

S: “hey are you okay with us still doing a movie night tonight Y/N? We can always push it to another night.”

Steve loved having the crew over for movie nights on Fridays. You smiled and shook your head.

Y: “let’s Keep it. I’m sure everyone will be happy to see Billy, and I haven’t seen dusty boy or Will in a few months.”

Lucas didn’t live to far from you so when you could drive your car legally you offered to drive him to school, same with Mike. Hopper always took El, but she made a point to try to come to your apartment to check on you. That girl was always protective of you.

Billy winked at you, he was proud of you for going through with it. He didn’t know that everyone else knew about your situation, so it wasn’t really that brave of you.

Night time rolled around and you settled into the couch after greeting everyone. Nancy gave you and extra king hug and Robin made some sarcastic comments that made you feel better. Eddie gave you a new Iron Maiden tape which definitely lifted your spirits, but everyone was focused on Billy. Happy to see he was doing well and asking all about California. Lucas wanted to ask about Max only and Dustin kept trying to shut him up. Eventually you all settled in and Billy was squished up next to you as Lucas and dustin crowded in on him. Will sat at your feet next to Steve and El sat with Mike. Nancy, Robin, Eddie and Jonathan spread out and made comfortable piles elsewhere.

Eddie picked the movie, Stephen king’s ‘Pet Semetary.’ You rolled your eyes, not only did you hate horror movies, you were almost sitting on Billy’s lap and hoping the movie would distract you. He wrapped one arm around you when you groaned at the title.

B: “I got you babe. Don’t be scared.”

You could tell he was teasing…right? He wore his signature smirk and his crystal blue eyes pierced yours.

Y: “…shut it Hargrove.”

He chuckled but his arm didn’t move.

Billy

He couldn’t focus on the movie. You were so close to him. Billy was happy to see that everyone knew how to take care of you, how to make you forget about your shitty family. He wished he had been that way when he was going through it. Something scary happened in the movie and you jumped, moving closer to him. Careful not to tease you away, he leaned into a bit. Wether or not you did it subconsciously or on purpose, the tilting of your head onto his shoulder almost sent him over the edge. His free hand gently combed though your hair and he noticed how you started to doze off. Looking around at the end of the movie, so did everyone else. Billy chuckled softly; only this crew of people could fall asleep during a horror movie. They’d all seen enough horror in real life.

Lifting you gently, Billy started carrying you to your room. He felt you shift and hold onto him more and on God he wanted to carry you away to California right there. He laid you down on the bed and took a moment to admire you, just beautiful you. He glanced at your bag and scoffed to himself. Grabbing the nightlight he plugged it in for you.

Y: “…Billy?”

He froze and turned toward you. Afraid you’d be mad that he went through your stuff.

Y:”…could you st—could you keep the hall light on? Thank you for bringing me up here.”

He could have sworn you were going to ask him to stay. God he wished you asked him to stay.

B: “sure thing sweetheart.”

Y: “why do you call me that?”

*Because you’re my sweetheart. Because you deserve to be showered in compliments. Not the shit I was calling you before.* He wanted to tell you the truth, that he’d been pining after you for years. Today seemed rough for you and he…he didn’t think he could handle if you rejected him.

B: “because you have a sweet heart…idiot.”

Your chuckle made him smile and he approached you. Billy knelt down so you two were eye to eye, and he gently moved the hair way from your bruised eye.

B: “how long?”

Y: “About a year and a half. I moved out to get away, but it’s a lot more complicated than that.”

Billy got comfortable on the floor and smiled.

B: “I’ve got all the time In the world baby, and I know you’re too scared to go to sleep.”

Your gently hand lightly shoving him proved his point, but his heart leapt as you sat up and motioned for him to join you on the bed.

Y/N

Y: “don’t get any ideas bucko. I just don’t want you looking up at me like a lost puppy.”

Billy laughed but joined you, but instead of sitting across from you, he sat next to you. Honestly you had no idea why you wanted him so close but he was just so damn…comforting.

B: “here, now you don’t have to look at me. I know…I know how hard it is.”

The relief you felt was visible and you leaned into Billy, wrapping one arm around his waist. You could hear his heart racing and he knew you could. The both of you blushed but he listened as you explained.

Y: “After Vecna, you and Eddie dying but coming back, I had some hard times. My grades were slipping and I couldn’t focus on anything. I was so scared of so much and my parents just kept getting frustrated that their perfect daughter was slipping. Then Jason Carver’s family fired my father and he blamed it all on me, because I rejected Jason at the town fair. My dad turned to alcohol and the rest was history. He forced me to sign for some of their bills so when I moved out I still pay for their things. He got mad at me today because I was late on the light bill…I can’t even cover my own car insurance.”

B: “so your car is fine, you just can’t afford to drive it.”

You nodded and grabbed a pillow hiding your embarrassed face. Tears threatened at your eyes as you heard a soft, non judgmental chuckle and you felt lips on your forehead. He kissed your forehead. You pulled the pillow down a bit and he smiled at you.

B: “hey beautiful.”

Y: “…you talking to a mirror?”

You giggled as he tried to lightly tickle your sides, making you feel a bit better.

B: “Why haven’t you told anyone? I’m sure Steve would have his parents pay for your insurance, or at least help you out. Shit I can even do it from Cal—“

Y: “you shut your mouth Billy. I want to do it on my own. I want to get out of here and I want to live knowing I don’t need help. I want to prove to them I can do it.”

You had put your finger on Billy’s mouth to quiet him and now realized that was a bit awkward. You tried to move it away but he grabbed it and kissed your hand. Cue the HUGE blush.

B: “there is nothing wrong with asking for help babe, but I understand. Just know you don’t have to do it alone.”

You were damn near shaking. How was this the same Billy Hargrove?? The one who pushed a kid in a locker and threw someone lunch on a crying freshman??

Y: “California really did you some good huh…”

Billy smirked and leaned in a bit, his hand still holding yours.

B: “definitely made me realize somethings I should have seen a while ago.”

Your foreheads were almost touching. He moved a hand to your non bruised cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb. You tried to ask what he meant but it just came out as a “mmm?” He chuckled at that but continued.

B: “I finally realized that I was an ass to keep people at bay, so they didn’t have to suffer me and my problems. The people I cared about most I was the most cruel to, because I didn’t understand why I cared so much. Because I didn’t know what love was. I didn’t know I loved you, Y/N but now I know I still do.”

His lips gently touched yours as a tidal wave of emotion swept you both up. Tears fell as you desperately held on to him during the kiss; like he was going to float away in the emotion. He chuckled at your desperation and held you close. Pulling away you didn’t want to risk going too far…you were still…untouched. God knows he wasn’t so you decided to save that for another time. Before you could speak he finished his confession.

B: “I know you probably don’t know how to love yet, and I’m okay with that. You don’t need to tell me you’re in love with me if you don’t know what it means. I just wanted you to know, I’ve loved you for years.”

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Okay! That’s the end of part two! I’m gonna try to make it one final part after this but there might be two. We shall see. Feed back is always appreciated!

Part 1 // Part 3 (Final)

[tatakaebomb]

hello to both of u!!! I'm new here so ig this is my first ask hehehe. can I request a Sanzu x Reader where y/n has a high sex drive but she's a virgin so she most likely got it from the genes. when she turned 22, she tried to go to this club that Sanzu owns just so to find someone who'll relieve her.

unfortunately, Sanzu's been eyeing her the moment she came in from the club and Sanzu can eee what she's trying to do so ykyk they ended up in bed and after that Sanzu ended up admitting that he wanted to end up together with her and that he's willing to get to know her <3333

Hey love, im sorry this took so longg but i hope you enjoy it ! This was meant to be more of a drabble but i got a little carried away, i couldn’t help it i love Sanzu :>

- Ren <3

tw : soft dom! Sanzu, virginity loss, fingering, a lot of praise, just soft smut tbh, he’s the best :(

NSFW 18+

wc : 2.2k (oops)

Big 22, your eyes fixed up on the mirror as you started neatly doing your hair, your fingers parting the strands through it.

A new club opened down town, and it grabbed your attention the moment you saw people swarming the place last week and you decided to briefly go in for a drink to see what the fuss was about before leaving shortly.

You thought it could be a good location to celebrate your birthday since it was coming up anyways.

A celebration isn't everything you wished for though, it was a little more than that.

In all honesty, you've started to reach an age where you couldn't hold back for a " special someone " anymore, you just wanted to fuck someone and feel the rush and pleasure you've heard so much about.

You were fairly innocent in any previous sexual experience , only have had a few flings here and there but never taking it as far as having sex.

However you weren't innocent when it came to your fantasies and high sex drive, you were just waiting for the day you finally convinced yourself to let go and go all the way with a man.

And that day, was today.

You walked inside the club, your mini dress slowly beginning to slip up over your thighs as you approached the busy bar.

" What can i get you ? " The bartender asks, his voice slightly muffled by the loud music playing in the background.

" A margarita, please" You smiled , pretty eyelashes fluttering as he starts mixing up your drink before pouring it in a glass and serving it.

You sipped on it and looked around for a while but noone seemed to grab your attention, noone looked like anything special.

It started to seem like maybe tonight wasn't really the night, that was until you saw him.

Long pink hair and pretty eyelashes glaring intensely at you from the VIP section.

His gaze growing hungrier as he noticed you were staring back at him, the way the scars on his lips turned to a smirk as he sat up send chills down your spine.

God, he was gorgeous.

Thats when you noticed, he was walking in your direction.

He takes a seat at the bar next to you,placing a cigar between his lips before inhaling, his blue eyes never once leaving yours.

"If you keep staring at me like that, i hope you can at least take what comes after" He exhales, cocky grin engraved on his face.

You feel yourself blushing, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing. Dressed that nicely and that's the first thing he decides to break the ice with?

"I'm sorry, do i know you?" You give a snarky reply back, twirling the small glass in your hand before bringing it to your lips. You feel his gaze linger far too long on your body, his eyes scanning you from head to toe before the grin suddenly drops from his face.

"Sadly you don't, that can change though" His eyes meet yours again, the blunt tone in his voice making you think twice of being rude. Your eyebrows furrow, where have you seen him before ?

" Who are you ? " You ask trying to not seem intimidated.

" Noone special, i just own this place " He smirks from ear to ear, blowing the smoke away from you as he nears you. You freeze up, lifting an eyebrow in silence.

" You got a name, pretty ?"

"Y-Y/N, Y/N L/N, yours ? " You stutter, your eyes scanning his features.

" And what's a girl like you doing here, Y/N ? " He asks another question, ignoring yours and not waiting for an answer before he continues,

" You seem a little lost"

You giggle involuntarily at how he's asking all these questions but refusing to answer yours.

" It's my birthday, and i am NOT l-lost " You bite back, your confidence dropping when you feel his hand placed on your upper thigh.

" I-I don't even know your name " You look down at his hand then back up at him, a smirk forming on your face.

He lowers his head to your shoulder, his lips hovering over your right ear,

" Come with me and i'll tell you, deal ? "

You bite on your lower lip, your hand latches onto his as it starts moving upwards towards your inner thigh.

He looks at you confused as he raises and eyebrow, your face reddens as you give him a nod,

" Deal "

He grins, not waiting a second before taking your hand in his and pulling you after him. You try to keep up with his pace as you make your way through the club, stumbling across your heels.

You reach a door, and he doesn't hesitate to pull it open, his hand placed on your waist as you walk in first, your heart racing. You quickly look around the room, it looked like a regular hotel room although you could still hear the muffled music and chatter from the outside.

He shuts the door behind himself, and as you hear the door click locked you find yourself pinned against it in a second, his face hovering over yours.

He lifts a hand to cup your cheek, bringing his lips closer to yours hesitantly . You feel your stomach twisting as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer and latching your lips on his.

He kisses you back, growing hungrier as he pulls you in closer by your ass, slowly laying you down onto the bed. He pulls away with a smirk on his face, looking down at your dazed state as you pant tired.

" Haruchiyo Sanzu " He quickly holds up his end of the deal, his lips latching onto the sensitive part of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to your chest.

" Sanzu..?"

You tangle a hand in his hair as he continues leaving bite marks and kisses down. He hums in approval against your skin, his hand slipping to the straps on your dress. You place a hand on his, firmly holding it in place stopping him from slipping it down further.

He looks at you though his eyelashes,

" Hm? "

You turn your head away, mumbling into the palm of your hand,

" Um.. I-"

" Do you want me to stop ? " He gently grabs your chin, moving your face to look at him.

" It's not that " You give him a flustered smile, he slowly lowers himself to give you a peck before pulling himself back up.

" Then wha-"

" I've never...yk " You mumble, and you watch as his eyes light up before he gives a small chuckle.

" Shit, really? " He asks in a soft tone, making you giggle awkwardly as you give him a nod.

" 's all good, angel "

He smiles before going back to kissing you, his kisses being more gentle and dragged out. A small moan escapes into his mouth as he lifts up your skirt, his fingers very lightly brushing against the material or your lace panties.

" Sanzu" You whisper his name, your hips bucking against his hand, he stops tor a second to look at you, and you bite on your lower lip,

" I didn't ask for you to be gentle "

He grins, shaking his head while a small chuckle leaves his lips.He quickly slides the damp material to the side, two of his fingers making its way inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight-“ Sanzu clicks his tongue in awe, watching how your cunt swallows his fingers.

You gasp at the sudden feeling, your hands grabbing onto his shoulder as he begins moving in and out of you. You moan into his ear as he increases the pace, his lips latching onto your neck once again with harsh bites and nibbles.

His fingers curl onto your g spot with every thrust, reaching deep inside you as you tap on his back, your legs shaking.

“ I’m- i can’t i-“ You let out a broken whisper into his ear, your toes curling.

“ You asked for this, mm? “ He mumbles against your skin, his thumb harshly pressing on your clit as he continues.

“ You wouldn’t want me to go easy on you, right princess?”

You bite on your lower lip, your stomach curling as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“I- Fuck, im gonna-“ You incohearently pant into his ear, your thighs shutting together trapping his hand between your legs.

“ Good girl, let me hear you “

He curls his fingers one more time, and you moan out his name as he slowly decreases his pace, allowing you to ride out your high on them.

He slowly slips them out, raising them up to your lips and slipping them into your mouth.

You look up at him with an innocent gaze, your tongue swirling obediently around his digits while your hand reaches down to touch his hardened clothed cock.

He licks his lips, his expression making you smile. You tug down on the zipper of his dress pants, n he drops his hand down to help you, leaning in for another kiss once he s taken them off.

You pull him in, one hand tangled in his hair while the other claws at the band of his boxers, saliva and tired pants exchanged between the two of you.

Your eyes linger down onto his body as he tugs his boxers down, your eyes landing on his hard length.

It was larger than you’ve ever seen, tip flushed red with veins running down the sides of it.

You start getting anxious as your cunt continues to clench around nothing, your desire clouding any other thought in your mind as he pulls away and slips your dress over your head, leaving you fully exposed to his eyes.

He runs his fingers over your curves, lifting your legs in the air after he slips off your panties so they are resting neatly on his shoulders.

He freezes up for a second, the sight of your flustered expression while you’re desperately waiting.

“ Don’t just stare at me -“ You purr your lips, gasping when he suddenly pins your arms above your body, his blue eyes boring into yours.

“ Tell me what you want, pretty “

Your lips push together into a pout, your eyelashes fluttering as you stare back at him,

“ You Sanzu, all of you “

His eyes light up, a small “ fuck” escaping his lips before giving you a quick peck.

“ This might hurt a little, let me know how it feels mm?”

You hum in approval as he lines the tip with your entrence, his fingers tangling in yours as he slowly pushes himself in, his lips pressing against yours.

He groans as he breaks the kiss, your eyes rolling back as you tighten your hold on his hand, a small whimper escaping as he bottoms out.

Your walls tightened around him and when he felt it, you also felt his dick twitch inside.

“Y-You can move “ You nod, your eyes slightly tearing up. He does just that, his hips thrusting in and out picking up the rhythm as your pain slowly faded, turning into pure pleasure as you cry out moans.

“ Shit baby, you’re taking me so well ” He grunts, as you tangle a hand in his hair, pulling him in closer. Your back arches up from the bed, his pace quickening and hitting your spot with every thrust, making you dip your nails into his back.

“ Fuckkk- i-“ You bite on your lower lip, staring up at him through your tear filled eyes. No words could come out other than curses as you felt your stomach dropping, finally coming undone under his body.

He throws his head back as he feels you tighten even more on him, a loud grunt escaping his lips as his pace becomes sloppier.

Your legs shaking on his shoulder as he thrusts in a few more times, his eyes shutting before quickly pulling out last seconds, cumming on your stomach before dropping his tired body down next to you.

-

You both pant as he pulls you in for a kiss, silence kept between the two of you as you stare at him, your mind slowly clearing up as you begin to catch your breath.

“ You’re good ? “ He chuckles , and you playfully hit him in the arm, although you could barely lift a finger.

“ Yeah, that was perfect “ You giggle back.

He pulls you in and places a kiss on your forehead, and you melt into his touch.

“ Can i tell you something ?”

You hum in approval,

“ I’ve had my eyes on you since last week”

You slowly push away from him, looking confused as a smile creeps on your face.

“ How? I barely stayed 30 minutes”

“ Hmm, can always remember a pretty face “

You roll your eyes as he places a kiss to your cheek, your heart jumping when you hear the ringtone of his phone start. He groans, standing up to pick it up.

It seems like a regular talk about business, he also seems like a nice boyfriend to have.

Little did you know, you got dragged into something you weren’t ready for, and as you slowly found out more about him, the more intrigued and attached you’ve grown.

He wasn’t anything regular, thats for sure.

[slytherinyourrpants]

00:00 (c.s.)

I need a gangsta to love me better than all the others do... pairing: mafia!san x reader

genre: angst

tw: alluded kidnapping, gambling, weapons (guns), blood, previous harm to the reader, death.

wc: 902

note: before you read this, please watch this beautiful edit one of my all-time favorite people made which inspired me to write this. (Matea, I love you! thank you for creating something so beautifully sinful!) plus it's ridiculous how whipped he had me in the "don't stop" mv. gambling should not be that hot, but somehow he made it. and im a hongjoong stan feedback is welcomed, please enjoy!

(just a suggestion, I listened to this remix of kehlani’s gangsta, so play this in the back if you’d like!)

masterlist —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the middle of the city stands a casino that lies on the tip of two territories, ensuring its neutrality. The elegant building is lit like normal, just like any other night. Yet there is no one in sight. The lights on the slot machines flashed life into the otherwise vacant space. It’s quiet, no music, no footsteps. Sounds of hard plastic being thrown on a table. The room is empty except for two men, one who stole you and the other who came to save you. If one were to walk by, it would seem like a friendly card game. Although the atmosphere was anything but friendly. It was a simple game of poker, but the prize wasn’t money. It wasn't a car, house, land, or a rare animal. It was something far more valuable. No, it was the greatest prize of all.

You.

The prized jewel of San’s life, the most powerful man in Seoul, the inherent head of the Choi Family. The light that brightened his dark life, that made him feel human again. The love he had for you was no secret, always making a show of it. All he wanted to do was boast about you, to make it known of your beauty. Yet it didn’t occur to him until late that while you were his strength, you were also his weakness. Nothing petrified him more until you were sat in front of him, tied and dirty with dried blood from the small cuts riddled on your body.

Years it felt like since you had last seen him while it had only been a mere week. Only you could see the small details in the usually overly well-kept man. The dark bags under his eyes, the slightly tousled gelled hair. You couldn’t bear to look away. Why would you if this may be the last time? Not once have your eyes left him, burning the image of him into you. You wanted to remember how beautiful he looked, even while he scowled. Especially right now with his raised eyebrow and the smirk adorning his lips.

“Get a good look at him while you can, dear.” The malice in his voice was haunting. Could they hear your heart pounding against your chest?

“Don’t worry baby, we’ll be going home soon enough.” When he turned to you, his dark face brightened for a second to give you a sweet smile.

“I wouldn’t be so cocky about that, Mr. Choi. She’s a pretty little thing, no wonder you always go on about her. Perhaps she’ll bring me the same happiness she gives you and more.” The man chuckled when you flinched at the hand placed on your thigh.

“If you knew what’s good for you, Mr. Lee, you’d keep your hands to yourself.” San reverted to the other man, carefully watching despite the anger boiling inside.

He sat across with his hands on the table, folded in his lap. Keeping calm was the only way you’d both leave here alive. The confidence in him was unwavering, almost challenging. His sharp eyes bore into Mr. Lee, showcasing the power within. Not wavering even when your captor revealed his hand, your heart starts racing. On the table lay five ascending cards. Three aces and two jacks, a full house. It was practically impossible to beat.

“Sorry pretty boy, it looks like the little princess is coming with me.” A hearty laugh echoes the room, bouncing off the walls. He stands, hand placed on your shoulder to lure San to anger. But there was none.

Your captor scowls at that and pulls you to your feet. "Say, goodbye sweetheart."

San kept his composure, keeping his eyes on you as the man let out a hearty laugh. Forced to stand, fear enveloped the entirety of your body. Mr. Lee pushes you back with a shove when San catches his attention. The content on his cards was still hidden. In the rush of things, neither you nor Mr. Lee realized he had not gone yet.

"Perhaps you’d want to wait until all players are finished before celebrating." He waved the five cards, all-black faces, with the signature smirk. A royal flush. He won.

“You cheating son of a bitch!” Mr. Lee exclaimed, reaching across his body.

His body shook as the bullets emptied from San’s clip. The burning smell permeated the air. Blood dripped on the floor before the body fell over.

“It’s alright, princess. It’s done. I got you.”

Soft hands placed themselves on your cheeks, turning you from the lifeless man. Still, in a daze, it took a little to realize what happened until you focused on San. Every emotion flowed through you, breaking the dam. His arms wrapped tightly around you, burying your face in his neck. His cologne filled your nose, everything felt more real now. The intensity of your cries made it hard to breathe.

“I’m here, (y/n). Breathe baby.” San pulls you away slightly to wipe your face. His own eyes red with tears.

“Promise me that’ll never happen again.” The words struggled to leave your mouth at the lack of air entering your lungs. Your nails dug into his biceps, desperate to get closer.

His lips meet your temple as one hand rubs your back and the other holds the back of your head. “I promise you no one will ever take you away ever again.”

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

@zlatolait-writes - Okay so I read that your power was off and now it's on. What if Y/n moon boys and the rest are in a cabin just camping and their generator stops causing all the lights to shut off, y/n takes this opportunity to tell a REALLY scary ghost story that affects everyone and picks them off one by one. First Casper, then Layla, jake, Marc, and last but not least mummy Steven. Make this as heart warming and scary as possible ❤❤❤

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, a lot of violence, language, halloween stuff, blood, very rushed and hard to read. let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

today was the day.

halloween.

you’ve always loved halloween. mostly because when you were a kid you always looked dead, and got many compliments on your ‘zombie’ costume.

of course trauma came with it, but after your time of living alone you’d gotten so much joy from it.

little kids would wander the apartment building- all the floors- and just seeing the smiles when you would hand them the full size candies just made your heart melt.

you just couldn’t wait to show your dads your costume either.

there was a knock at the door as you just finished setting up the last tiny plastic skeleton on the edge of a bookshelf.

yes, you had decorated for halloween too when your dads went to the store to get some candy and snacks.

the front doors opens and steven smiles as we walks in.

“hey darling- woah it looks great in here!” steven exclaims, coming in holding a couple paper bags.

“thank you” you reply with a wide grin on your face.

other than the skeletons, you put up purple orange and black streamers up in all the doorways, orange and purple string lights in the kitchen, and a lot of other just halloween trinkets all over the place.

“so, are you going to tell us what you’re dressing up as yet?” steven asks, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter.

you walk up beside him while shaking your head. “it’s a surprise. or- i’ll tell you if you hand me one of those bags” you make wiggly fingers over one of them and steven shakes his head.

“no. these are for later, so no peaking” he starts, covering your eyes with his hand before guiding you towards the living room.

“this is so not fair” you begin, pushing stevens hand away. “you won’t tell me what you guys are gonna be either” you cross your arms.

“that’s because we want to surprise you” he reasons and you just roll your eyes comically.

“but casper told me what he’s gonna be” you try to convince them to at least give you a hint.

“yeah? and what’s that?” marc asks and you smile.

“the friendly ghost” you chuckle and jake scoffs.

“i thought you said he hated that idea”

“he does, i’m just kidding. so we compromised and i helped him find a ghostbuster costume”

“aw that’s sweet” steven says and you move to sit down on the couch.

“yeah, i even had peter send me a repulsor from one of iron man’s old suits.” you start. “so i attached it to the blaster thing they use in ghostbusters. peter made sure that the energy in the repulsors were harmless too so-“

“nerd” marc coughs and you glare at him through the mirror on the wall.

“watch it” you warn, pulling your phone out and scrolling through your tik tok.

marc just shakes his head with a smile and let’s steven back out to do what he needed with the items in the bags.

~~~

casper was on his way over, and you were already in your costume, waiting for marc to get his on too.

you were surprised when they had told you they all agreed on the same thing, since they can’t even agree over the simplest things every single day.

you were excited to see the looks on their faces when they saw your costume, it could switch three ways by just asking khonshu in your head.

you finish up just staring at yourself in the mirror and unlock the bathroom door, to see marc in a very familiar colored suit.

“hey! that’s my suit!” you exclaim excitedly, and when marc turns around it seems that his entire face lights up.

“hey, that’s my suit!” he says back while steven chuckles in the background.

“omigosh! this is the sweetest thing!” steven basically shoves marc away to front.

you mentally tell khonshu to switch to stevens suit, and it does, making steven himself gasp dramatically.

“this is absolutely insane” he smiles, bringing his hands up to your shoulders to brush out any creases, and then down to the tie to adjust it straight just a bit.

“you do look quite sharp, though” he compliments and you feel your face heat up suddenly.

“oh don’t be like that, you look great” jake says and you look back up at steven who was nodding, taking his hands off of you to fiddle with the the cape hanging from his shoulders.

“you guys look great too, red and blue suits you” you compliment back.

“suits us. get it? because- because she’s in a suit” steven chuckles to himself while you stare up at him with a tight lipped smile.

“yeah, no wonder you get no bitches” jake says and you scoff.

“well he could probably get more bitches than you” you shoot back at him.

he raises an eyebrow from the mirror you’re glaring at him from.

“hey, don’t be an ass”

“well maybe if you’d get the stick out of yours-“

“okay! let’s be done with that now” steven exclaims, and as if on cue, there’s a knock at the door.

you let out a small laugh and rush to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open so see casper smiling back at you.

“happy halloween, y/n” he says, and you’re about to say it back when a scream is heard behind you, making you turn around to find the source.

it was steven. you see, over the whole last week and a half, you went out of your way to rig skeletons to fall from doors when opened, and even left realistic spiders in drawers just to scare your dads.

steven must’ve found the fake decapitated head in the fridge.

“BLOODY HELL, Y/N WhY?!” he turns back to you after slamming the fridge shut.

you let out a laugh and turn back to casper, to take his hand in your to guide him inside, shutting the door behind him.

“did you tell her yet?” casper directs the question to steven, who turns around.

“tell me what?” you ask and steven smiles at you.

“we’ve been planning something behind your back, you see-“

“what?” you cut him off.

steven just puts a finger up to signal for you to just listen.

“layla is already there-“

“moms gonna be there too?” you smile and steven gives you a look.

“are you done interrupting me?” you nod at his question.

“good, now we thought it’d be a good idea to rent out a cabin about an hour from here. there’s legends that say it’s haunted” steven explains while both marc and jake scoff.

“hey, don’t underestimate ghosts” steven scolds the other two and you make eye contact with the fake ghost hanging from the ceiling behind steven.

it doesn’t seem like he even knows it was there, so it was perfect.

you put on a scared face and pointed being steven. “GHOST!” you yell, and steven whips his head back, and sees the fake ghost, causing him to let out a short scream while you laughed.

casper tried his hardest to hold in his laughter, but ended up hiding his face in your shoulder while his own shook.

steven turned back to you with a hand over his heart.

“now that wasn’t very nice. you absolute dingus” he insults while you calm your laughter.

“okay- yes it was very funny now go pack up some stuff we’re leaving soon” steven shakes his head, and wanders back into the kitchen.

“so your mom said it was okay?” you ask casper while you lead him towards your room.

“yeah, we don’t usually celebrate halloween anyways so why not” he shrugs.

“is it because of your dad?”

“yep”

you just sigh and start grabbing some clothes out of you drawers.

casper wandered around your room, looking at the few pictures you had hanging from your string lights above your bed.

there were almost a dozen pictures of your dads, and four of him.

casper smiled when he saw the one you took of the two of you one night that he came over.

it was an unspoken story this one, he came over in tears because of his father so he stayed the night while you comforted him.

the picture though was the only time he smiled that night, you made him laugh with the stupidest joke known to man kind.

casper looked back at you who was shoving a bunch of clothes into a duffel bag, along with your charger and essential items.

“wait, don’t you need to get your stuff too?” you ask him while zipping up the bag.

“no, marc let me put it in the car before i got here” he answers and you nod.

“aw you guys are getting along” you joke and casper rolls his eyes at you.

“yeah and if we weren’t it’d be your fault”

“wha- how?” you ask, leading him back out of your room.

“because you’re just so great at keeping us in check” he puts a hand to his heart dramatically and you scoff.

“you’re such an ass” you mumble, while he just chuckles at you.

marc was now fronting, and had a bag of his own slung around his shoulder as he patiently waited for the two of you.

“you guys ready?” marc asks and both you and casper nod.

“this is going to be the longest car ride of our lives” jake murmurs.

“yeah, no kidding” steven replies.

~~~

you had volunteered to sit with casper in the back seat.

when marc asked why, you told him it was because he would get lonely all by himself back there.

then he told you that he would get lonely all by himself in the front.

then you told him that was bullshit because you knew for a fact that steven and jake would be talking his ear off the whole time.

so here you were, halfway into your trip, unbuckled to lean your back on casper’s shoulder.

you had your eyes closed while you just listened to the many leaves crunch under the tires of the car.

it was satisfying.

when steven wasn’t talking, that is.

he seemed to be on some sort of non stop rant, and it was about you.

he didn’t want you scaring them anymore, he thought it wasn’t funny.

secretly he does but he would never admit that to you.

“so no jumping out from behind doors, no setting up fake skeletons because i know for a fact you brought some, and no-“

“steven i won’t scare you guys i promise” you tell him monotonously, your eyes still closed.

“i don’t want you guys to get a heart attack, so-“

“is he still talking about that?” casper asks you in a hushed voice.

“yeah”

“it’s been a half hour” he points out and you nod.

“that’s just steven for you”

“hey, i’m adding something to that list” steven starts. “stop making fun of us”

“i don’t make fun of you” you scoff.

it’s silent in the car for a second.

“okay maybe sometimes-“

“HA! knew it” steven basically applauds himself.

you just scoff and roll your eyes, and casper brings a hand up to run his fingers through your hair to calm you down.

you turn your head so that your cheek was smushed against casper’s shoulder, so that you could stare at the rear view mirror.

because in the rear view mirror was both steven and jake staring back at you.

“i’m bored”

“ay ay ay, here we go” jake complains.

you then proceeded to just start talking.

about what, you may ask?

just anything that came to mind.

well, that is until you all got to the cabin.

laylas car was parked outside, leaving room for marc to pull up next to it.

you were excited, and so was casper and your dads.

layla texted you telling you what you’d be doing, and that included carving pumpkins, making fall flavored cookies, and she even brought a ouija board even to stevens distaste.

you were most excited about that part.

but on with the present, you quickly get out of the car once you see the front door to the cabin open, revealing layla coming out to greet you all.

you basically sprinted over to her, who had her arms spread wide open for a hug.

she reciprocated your hug with a smile, one hand around your waist and the other holding onto the back of your head.

“how have you been, little scarab?” she asks, pulling back from the hug.

“‘m good, how are you?” you ask back, taking a step backwards while you listen to casper and marc getting themselves and their stuff out of the car.

“better now that you’re all here” she moves past you to help marc with the bags.

you just let yourself inside since the door was still open.

casper wasn’t too far behind you, so he caught up just so he could take your hand in his.

you both look around the inside of the cabin, seeing that layla had lit a fire in the fireplace, which illuminated the entire room since no lights were on.

“very homey” you note out loud and casper hums in agreement.

“how many rooms are there?” he asks and you shrug.

“i hope there’s only 2” you reply and he makes a face.

“why?”

“because then we could share one”

casper doesn’t answer, which makes you let go of his hand and fully face him.

his face was as red as a tomato, and he was avoiding looking at you.

“don’t be like that, i just mean for sleeping” you lean up close to his face just to embarrass him further.

you’re about to continue when marc walks right in between you both, shoving the two of you apart.

“break it up, this is why we made sure we had enough rooms for all of us” he says and you groan.

“you two better stay in your own rooms tonight or he’s never invited over again” marc tells you and you just glare.

“aw don’t be too mean to her, i mean look how cute she is” layla starts, walking behind you and putting her hands on your shoulders.

“she’s in stevens suit, and i’m sure she’ll change it to yours once you stop being a prick” she snorts and you send marc a shit eating grin before proceeding to switch from steven to marc’s suit.

“yeah, don’t be a prick” you lean over towards marc to pull at his hair before running away and hiding behind the couch.

you just heard both layla and casper laugh while marc just glared in your direction.

~~~

everyone had settled down and changed out of their costumes, while marc and layla went outside to get the pumpkins layla bought.

so that means you and casper were left alone in the cabins kitchen with blank pieces of paper in front of you.

you wanted to draw out your design first before just going ham on the pumpkin and possibly fuck it up.

but neither of you knew what to do.

no thoughts. head empty.

“hey you know what you should-“

“i’m not putting casper the friendly ghost on my pumpkin” casper interrupts, and you groan.

“come on, please?”

“no”

you just make a face and bang your forehead on the large table in front of you.

“i’m only saying no because i have a different idea” he tells you and you raise an eyebrow.

“care to share?”

“no it’s a surprise”

“fuck you”

“no fuck you”

you are about to respond when the door opens again, layla and marc carrying three pumpkins each.

how they got the door open, you have no idea.

there was one for everyone, you, casper, layla, marc, steven, and jake.

you quickly scribbled down a messy design that comes to mind onto your paper, and then flipped it over.

casper was now busy with drawing his, so you looked away to not ruin whatever surprise he had for you.

all the pumpkins were set down, two of them on the floor for steven and jake when they fronted.

the table all of you were gathered around was pretty big, so there was no space issue.

“why does marc get a bigger one than me?” you complain, and layla shrugs.

marc just chuckles and opens a package of carving tools, laying them all out on the table.

layla had gone and gotten a bowl for the pumpkin guts, and one for seeds since you were complaining all october to make them.

you all started to cut open the tops of the pumpkins with some carving knives all around the stem.

once you got yours off you made a face and picked some of the guts hanging off of it and flung it at marc.

it hit him in the face, and he flinched at the cold before looking up from his own pumpkin to glare at you while wiping it off his face.

you held in a laugh while watching marc try not to just chuck the slimy seeds right back at you.

all because casper was there too, and his ex-wife slash girlfriend.

if it was just the two of you, he would’ve thrown the guts right back at you, and then you probably would have tackled him to the floor while shooting webs at his face.

you decided not to press his buttons at the moment, and just focused on your pumpkin.

besides, you’d be pushing all the buttons when you were done.

~~~

and about an hour later, all of the pumpkins were carved, but yet to be revealed.

you decided to go with a crescent moon with a spider hanging off of it.

it was the cleverest thing you could think of.

marc carved some shrooms into his, to match laylas who had a frog.

and for casper’s big reveal, his was a very realistic spider-man mask, knowing how much you looked up to peter.

you hugged him, to marc’s distaste and you all lit them up to put outside.

this was your first halloween with friends and family, and it’s been the best.

so far.

~~~

it was way later, and the pumpkin seeds were all salted and cooked, and both you and casper were sitting next to each other on the couch, just watching the fireplace.

steven had carved a very cute version of khonshu, just to make fun of him.

and jake had carved pedro and luna.

it was cute seeing how much a cat dad jake was sometimes.

layla wasn’t in the room right now but when she came back what she was holding made marc push steven to the front.

“oh for heavens sake-“

“ouija board!” you exclaim happily, watching as layla set it up on the coffee table with a smile.

“can you get those candles?” layla points to the unlit candles behind you on a side table, so you nod and grab the four, setting them all behind the board.

“do we have to do this?” steven whines.

“yes. now be quiet” you snatch the lighter from the table and light all the candles, then you beckon steven and casper over to that you were all gathered around the board.

“okay- so first we have to open the portal of communication, so we have to spell out ‘hello’” you explain and steven shakes his head.

“how do you know that?”

“shane and ryan”

“who-“

“just listen”

steven gets quiet after that, and you gesture for everyone to put two fingers on the planchette by doing so yourself.

layla and casper do so excitedly while steven just rolls his eyes before doing so hesitantly.

you all spell out ‘hello’, and the candles all flicker.

you noticed that and got a tingle down your spine.

“what should we ask it?” casper asks and you shrug.

“ask if it’s evil” jake offers and you nod, signaling to everyone else that you had an idea.

“are you evil?” you ask into the air, and the planchette starts moving towards the three letters you didn’t want it to.

“yes- okay who moved it?” steven asks, and you shake your head.

“none of us did, it was the spirit” layla tells him and you look back at the board.

“do you.. do you want to hurt us?” casper asks quietly, and the planchette doesn’t move.

you just nod and let out a breath.

“okay this is-“ you get cut off when the power flickers before shutting completely off.

it was already dark out, so the only thing illuminating the room was the candles.

you all freeze and exchange looks before disregarding the ouija board and standing up from your spots on the ground.

casper stayed by your left, while marc and layla were at your right.

“i can go check the generator” layla decides and leaves the room, using her phone as the flashlight to guide her.

the three of you stood in silence for a moment, before reaching behind steven and tapping on his shoulder from the other side of him, making his turn around.

he turned back to you with ‘the look’ on his face.

“not now, y/n. it’s already creepy as it is” steven shivers and you nod in apology.

you’re about to speak when there’s a muffled thud from a couple rooms away, in the direction layla went.

your spidey senses tingle up your spine, and you find yourself moving in that direction.

steven was whisper shouting at you to come back until layla was done, but you ignored him.

you came up upon a cracked door, seeing a flashlights light coming through it.

you opened the door a bit more to see laylas phone on the floor.

you look around the room and behind the door to see if she was trying to scare you, but you found nothing.

that made you confused, and you picked up the phone to find your way back to casper and steven.

when you arrived, steven and casper were sitting back up on the couch, whispering about something but stopping once you got back.

you weren’t even suspicious either since your stomach felt like it was about to fall out of your ass.

“guys laylas gone”

“what? what do you mean laylas gone?” marc asks, suddenly fronting.

“she wasn’t there and her phone was on the floor” you set her phone on the table next to the candles.

“okay you two stay here, i’ll go-“

“no! then you’ll disappear too!” you grab onto marc’s arm before he can walk too far.

he just scoffs. “you really believe that? she’s just messing with you, i’ll be right back” he turns to leave.

“but- but marc! don’t say you’ll be right back! have you seen a single horror movie?” you call after him, but he waves you off before disappearing into the darkness.

you stay sat down next to casper, listening, and him doing the same.

“i’m sure they’re just messing with you” he tries to assure you and you send him a thankful smile that quickly fades.

“but what if-“ you’re interrupted with another muffled thud and marc yelling, before it’s dead silent again.

the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and you took casper’s hand in yours, both of you standing up.

“don’t let go, and let me know if you see anythjng” you tell him, and he nods, both of you walking side by side back to that same room.

and again, nobody was in it and you were internally freaking out.

“what the fuck. this isn’t funny, come out!” you yell into thin air, and your senses go haywire for a second before you come back to reality.

“wait i think i heard something” casper let’s go of your hand and starts walking away from you.

you instantly jump forwards and tackle him to the ground, making sure he didn’t go anywhere.

“are you insane?! if you leave you’ll get taken too! we never closed communication with that demon” you realize, looking back at the board.

“you really believe in that?” he asks and you give him a deadpan look.

he sits up and you let him stand, you doing the same but keeping your hand wrapped around his arm.

“something is obviously in this cabin with us, we just need to find it to find my parents” you explain to casper and he nods.

“but what if-“

“shush! i heard something” you cut him off after hearing a clatter coming from the direction of the kitchen.

you grasp casper’s arm tighter and basically drag him with you to go investigate, when his arm is ripped from your hand, as if he was being yanked back.

when you turned around, he was gone.

at this point you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and your eye twitched every couple seconds out of confusion and fear.

you back up slowly until your back hits what you think was a wall.

until it moved.

you froze and your eyes widened when a bloody hand clasped over your shoulder.

you slowly turned your head to look behind you, and you saw marc, eyes closed with blood dripping from, well, everywhere.

you jumped and screamed, tripping backwards onto the floor to get away from him, and that’s when he just calmly opened his eyes and smiled down at you.

your heart was racing, and now you were on the verge of tears until he started wiping the ‘blood’ away.

casper came out from behind the couch in the living area, and layla came in through a window, both of them smiling as well.

and that’s when it hit you.

they all planned this to get revenge for all the stupid pranks you’d played on all of your dads.

“you’re all jerks” you mumble, getting back up and running your hands down your face.

“come on, it was a good plan, you got really scared” marc points out, cleaning the blood off his face and his arm.

“i hate you”

“i’m sure you do”

you scoff and turn away from all of them.

“she was about to cry” casper tells marc as if he didn’t know, making you turn back around to glare at him.

“you all suck”

“we’ll make it up to you” steven promises and you just sigh.

“you better”

~~~

after that whole fiasco, layla turned the lights back on so you could all watch halloween movies, like one big happy family.

then marc made you go to bed even though you weren’t tired.

which, jokes on him because after he threatened to lock your door shut from the outside, he didn’t check on you again.

he just left it to go to sleep.

so you did what any good girlfriend would do and snuck over to casper’s room despite marc’s orders not to.

and you may have made out a bit before going to sleep.

but that’s all.

best halloween ever.

~~~

A/N : this was so rushed ive just been so busy lately, but here

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!

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[thecameronchronicles]

Caress

TW: Mentions of toxic, emotionally abusive, and possessive relationship. Soft Smut. Soft Pope. Language. Angst from ex.

SUMMARY: Pope sets out to show you how you should be treated after your tumultuous relationship with Rafe has finally come to an end. 

WORD COUNT: 3900

*REQUESTED*

Anonymous asked:

Hi bestie! How are you? I hope you had a good birthday! Did you do anything special? 

Anyways, I have been thinking about Pope (well let’s be real, when am I not) and thought of a possible idea for a fic. It is long and has a lot of details so of course if you decide to write this, please change/ take out anything you want. 

So, you are dating Rafe and he treats you awful (because he is Rafe) and one day when Pope comes to deliver stuff to your house, he finds you crying on your porch and you tell him about all the stuff Rafe does and he comforts you and invites you to hang with him and the pogues (which takes some convincing jj, but overall they are happy to have you hang with them especially cause they see how different you act now vs before you started dating Rafe, especially because Sarah tells them stuff she has overheard Rafe say to you / about you to his friends) so you start hanging out with them more and Rafe finds out and gets angry at you and tells you to choose between him or them, and you don’t want to choose, so he breaks up with you. And you feel sad but also you realize you feel relieved in a way because you were too afraid to break up with him but of course still kind of sad, and you text Pope (who you have gotten the closest to since hanging with the pogues) and ask if he can meet up, and he again comforts you, and you’re really caught up in the moment and kiss him, but he does not kiss you back so you get embarrassed and are like “im sorry” and he’s like “please don’t be, I really like you, but you guys just broke up and you’re upset, I don’t want to do this just because I’m here and take advantage of your emotions, let’s just wait a little bit okay” and you’re like “okay. But I really do like you, Pope, you make me feel like I imagine how someone is supposed to feel in a relationship, not the stuff I felt with Rafe” and you guys just talk all night and spend the night together (literally just spend the night together haha) and you guys show up to hang with the other pogues together and they (who have all been silently rotting for you and rafe to break up and you and pope get together) are all like 👀 but you guys are like “no not like that. Yet.” 

With that being said, I don’t know where you could include smut, but it definitely needs it because you’re the smut queen, the only thing I can think of is a time jump to where after a few weeks after you break up with rafe, you and pope go on an official date and at the end of the date you guys have sex. And it’s not just rough fucking like how it was with rafe all the time, but instead he is very sweet and gentle and makes you feel loved. 

Anyways, like usual that was way too long but I hope it sparks some inspiration for a Pope fic! I know I say this all the time but again, thank you so much for your writing! I love reading all of your work.       - 💎

*HEY! THANK YOU SO MUCH! JUST CHILLED MOST OF THE DAY, SPENT IT WITH MY FAMILY AND RESTED. I HOPE YOU ARE DOING GREAT! I LOVE THIS REQUEST AND HOPE YOU ENJOY WHAT I DID WITH IT :)*

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It wasn’t your first time, not by a long shot. But it would be the first time that you actually made love. This was because this interaction was more than just a sinister attraction to someone as toxic as he was habitual in practices of selfish ambition quelled by your want to make him happy. Instead, this was with someone you’d become close to during the fall of your relationship with Rafe. It was a chance meeting that now led to you sitting on the edge of the bed within The Chateau, unable to sit still, while the door slowly came open to reveal him to you. Sure, it wasn’t your first time, but it would be a first for you in so many other ways…

SIX MONTHS AGO.

You had always told yourself you loved Rafe and that was why you put up with it. And maybe at the beginning of your relationship, he had convinced you of this in the small ways he would leave you feeling important. But as the saying goes, ‘hurt people, hurt people’, and he seemed to do that to you more often than not. Belittling your comments and patronizing you every chance he got. But once alone, he would convince you that he was sorry and just ‘fucking around’, and you would be distracted in the rough sex that would be enough. At least it was until now…

“A-are you alright?” A soft voice suddenly called from your side as your eyes came to lift to Pope Heyward. He wasn’t a stranger, but also not much of a friend, as he was a polar opposite to the lifestyle you were born into. But in the handful of interactions you’d had, he was always kind to you, and this situation would prove no different. 

“I’m sorry-”

“What-why, I’m the one that just barged in..The front door wasn’t open…” He explained while holding up the delivery from Heywards that your parents had ordered the day before. Usually you were off somewhere with Rafe when he would fill this weekly order, but as fate would have it, he would find you at your most vulnerable. 

“But ARE you okay?”

You shrugged. “I’m sure you have a million other things to do.”

“Then consider this a million and one.” He spoke sweetly as you sat next to him, eyes darting to the direction of the front yard as you could only imagine how this would make Rafe crawl from his skin to know you were entertaining a ‘Pogue’ in any capacity. But you never cared for the rivalry or even really understood it as you hadn’t met a mean ‘pogue’, whereas the ‘Kooks’ were as entitled as they were ignorant, leaving you to feel guilty to wear the title yourself. 

“Are you sure?”

“Looks like you need someone to talk to and its been a bit since I could use my pearls of wisdom…” You scrunched your nose up at him for a second, his eyes catching at the adorable way you’d reacted, before his eyes darted away once remembering who you belonged to. 

“It’s just…I know what everyone thinks, okay? I know he’s horrible…But…It’s kind of like getting a car-” His brows raised, “It’s exciting and new…and all the little buttons and-” You paused, “Okay that’s not what I meant, I just mean that it’s the ‘new car smell’ and the excitement of where it could take you…but then after all that excitement…it’s…just another car. Does the same as other ones…maybe a bit crazier than others…” Pope slowly nodded. 

“But…When all the car does is let you down…you would rather walk everywhere else…”

“So why don’t you…walk?”

“Because my entire life is planned out for me. If it isn’t Rafe it’ll be Topper or Kelce or someone just like them…My parents would have a conniption if I even thought of stepping out of their ideas for me.”

“I get it…I mean…the want to please your parents…Which is why…” He pulled himself upwards before extending his hand. “I think we both deserve a night of walking. No obligations. No judgment-”

“What are you offering?” 

“Okay, enough with the analogies…You should smile…You shouldn’t be spending any day crying you're too…nobody should-” He corrected quickly as something within you, call it curiosity or even a small hope to piss off your boyfriend, but you accepted as he would leave the groceries as requested, before taking you to The Cut. 

“Absolutely fucking not!” JJ Maybank rejected your presence, making his way from the hot tub and to a towel, a warm beer positioned on the edge of a table stained without care. 

“In case you forgot, Pope, that’s Rafe’s girlfriend. I don’t want to deal with any damn Kook’s today-” He looked at you. “At least any more…” You wouldn't hear exactly what Pope said to JJ as he pulled him just out of earshot, but saw that it was enough to make him give in and cease his comments of cruelty. For that, it would be enough for you to find some form of comfort in this presence as you were otherwise welcome by the other pogues. 

You managed to convince JJ of the asset you could be to any social gathering, something you’d forgotten since you started dating Rafe as you became more of his shadow, and therefore becoming more of a ‘party queen’ than the quiet version of yourself that they had witnessed. But somewhere between beating JJ in shotgunning beers and relaxing enough to forget just how angry Rafe would be once he found out about your afternoon excursion, Sarah had informed the boys of just how her brother treated you. It was this that took their consideration of you and twisted it into pity, all while Pope’s eyes would linger to you longer than they should have for someone in a relationship. 

And this was how it would be for weeks. That weekly delivery from Heyward’s would act as an Uber of sorts as you sat excitedly on the steps for Pope, as he would lead you to The Cut, where you could forget of every tribulation. And it became this way until Rafe would learn of it. 

“The shit I have to put up with and I have to find out from a pogue that my girl’s spend all her time over there? When you should be with ME?!” Rafe charged at you, your arm in a harsh grip of his hold. 

“Rafe, you’re hurting me-”

“You want to dump me? You wanna go fuck those dirty pogues, hmm? You have to make a choice….Me or them…” The truth was, you were afraid to say anything. If you said ‘yes’, he would make everyone pay for this breakup, including Pope-the absolute last person you wanted to hurt. But if you denied it, he would claim you were a liar anyhow. 

“Forget it. I deserve better than this. I’m fucking done with you.” His words, that should have brought pain, would only bring relief. It was a key to your shackles to him. Since HE was the one to end it, you were free to do as you pleased. But to keep from leading him to any of the pogues to where he’d let his anger get the best of him, you would feign sadness before taking your car and going to The Cut. 

But when you arrived, The Chateau was empty. Not even a lazy JJ lounging in the hammock was nearby. So naturally, you would text Pope, as he was the main reason you’d returned to begin with. Feelings you had convinced yourself were merely friendship that had become so much more in such a short time. Deep conversations spoken beneath the stars as shared dreams of being more than your upbringings. But every time a line would almost be crossed in a traced finger or a gaze held a moment too long, Pope would always retreat. 

“Hey! I was just getting ready to head over-” He stopped himself once noticing how excited you were. 

“Are you alright?”

“I’m…I feel free…”

“What’s the source of such liberation? Maybe you could steal me a bit of whatever it is?” He chuckled as your body felt light with excitement but heavy with need. The need to be near him…

“Rafe dumped me.” He stilled. 

“What? I’m sorry-”

“I should be, right? I should be halfway through a pint of ice cream or something by now, but I’m…I feel so…”

“Free?”

You nodded, chuckling as he would mirror your smile, something he found himself doing quite often whenever it cracked over your face. 

“I just want to dance in the rain and spend every second here just to piss off all of them…I want to…” Your eyes became locked on him as he marveled at you before him, vivacious and beautiful. Before you could correct your steps, you were moving towards him, his cheeks set between your palms and lips taken to yours. But instead of basking in this as you hoped, he would stop you both. 

“Whoa, uh-”

“Oh my God…oh my God…I’m so sorry I…” You paused, suddenly questioning every moment you’d shared. Regretting your steps, you pulled one back to the direction of your car as he was quick to apprehend you. 

“Please don’t go…”

“I didn’t mean it-”

“You didn’t?”

“I-Did you want me to?”

“Look, I REALLY like you…” Your angst faded into exhilaration as you breathed a sigh of relief. But this would quickly be met with reservation once again. 

“But this JUST happened today. And I just want to be sure this would be something you’d actually want-”

“It isn’t JUST today, Pope. It’s been every time we talk…about anything and everything….How you understand in a way they can’t…nobody else ever does…and the way you look at me like that…” His eyes narrowed in confusion. “Like I’m…special…”

“You are…Which is why I don’t want to take advantage of your emotions right now…” You slowly nodded.

“I-I get it…” You did. This was expected from Pope. The rational one out of the group. And in this particular instance, you hated him for it. You wished he would have taken advantage of your emotions, but if you were being completely honest, you were more happy that he hadn’t. 

“You-you don’t have to go.” He reminded. 

“Yeah I do…it’s…it’s gonna be weird now…And you have the groceries to-” He slid the bags over behind the hot tub. 

“What groceries?”

“Pope!”

“There’s nothing cold-I’ll just tell him I had problems with my dad’s boat…It’s conceivable…” You shook your head as your eyes locked once again. Only now, with the freedom to act on the way your eyes fell to his lips, parting in anticipation to what you both wanted. 

“Come on, we’re rectifying this!” JJ pulled you towards the fire, demanding a rematch to yet another session of shotgunning, where you would beat him yet again. But now, as you wiped your chin as Kiara and Sarah cheered you on, your eyes lingered on Pope as he watched you with pride. It was clear something had shifted, but still, neither of you would act on it. At least not tonight. 

“Thanks again for letting me stay here…” You said to John B as he nodded. 

“Anytime…Kind of a Pogue’s headquarters. And you are officially honorary…”

“We need to make a flag or something…” JJ added as your eyes shifted nervously to Pope before you slipped into the room offered to you by John B as the pogues would otherwise take the living room since you were the guest. Although you tried to fight them, they were adamant, and you became too tired to fight them. But as you slipped into the bedroom, having changed into a shirt lent to you by Sarah, you heard a knock come to the frame behind you. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Pope asked nervously before leaning on the door’s frame, correcting his stance, and fidgeting with his fingers as he was clearly nervous. 

“Embarrassed.” He bowed his head. 

“I want to.” His eyes sourced the space separating you as you had to repress rushing to him and wrapping your arms around him, which was all you genuinely wanted. It didn’t have to be sex or even a kiss, just to know he wanted to embrace you just as badly as you wanted him to. 

“I just want to do it right. After knowing how he treated you…” He clenched his jaw. “I want to…I want to do it different-better…for you…” 

“Then can you stay with me?” He took a deep breath, not needing to understand the context before kicking off his sandals and laying on the bed beside you. Rather quickly you would begin to fall back into that comfortable conversation, discussing a mutual love for childhood favorites having been lost to time and ambitions both outrageous and impossible before eventually falling asleep on his chest. 

And this is what brought you to tonight. Having waited almost a week before even holding your hand, the idea of finally being granted this sexual relief after six months, had you anxious by anticipation alone. But that was because even in the minor moments with Pope, even though they were filled with such passion, were also so tender and lengthy. Everything with Rafe had always been to the point and based on him. A time when you thrived to please him, but, with Pope, he seemingly lived to do the same to you. 

“I have a toothbrush in there for you and some extra clothes for after…and…and um…We don’t have to if you-if you don’t want, I mean, I know we’ve talked about it…a lot…but I just want to make sure because after that…this changes things and I REALLY don’t want to screw us up or make you think-”

“Pope?” He swallowed hard. 

“Yeah?”

“Would you just kiss me?” He smiled as you met him at the edge of the bed, his lips pulled apart by the separation allowed by his tongue, before those moist and soft lips came to yours. As always, he began slowly, savoring your reaction and your taste, before his hands began to drift to your hips. But it was only for a moment before your smirk would force you apart. 

“I’m sorry…” He apologized with embarrassment as you would feel his erection already at attention for you. 

“Don’t be…please…But…I want to…” You began to play with his belt, his jaw clenching at the thought of your hand wrapped around him, as he would suddenly take hold of your wrist and pull it carefully between the two of you in a grip still firm but cautious to not bring harm. 

“I want to-”

“No…I’ve had to wait for this…we both have…And I want to take care of you…”

“Pope-”

“I want to take care of you…lay down for me…” The blazed lust behind his eyes, blown wide and at attention to you, made you acquiesce as he would move to his knees as he brought your legs apart. Licking his lips once again, he would guide his fingers up your thighs, beneath your shorts, before looking back up to you. 

“I need you to be honest with what you want-”

“You-” He smirked. 

“I mean what you like…I want to make it everything you want…”

“Then just don’t stop touching me…” You spoke through eyes heavy with your own lust as he would rise to kiss you, a collision of your mouths sending you to pull him deeper into you. But as you had met with him, he set you onto your back once again, bodies quickly entwined, before you led his hand to your thighs. 

“Please, I need to feel you…” He nodded. 

“Fuck…” You breathed as he smirked at how this minor touch had prompted such a response. He kissed you sweetly before moving small circuits of circles around your clit. 

“Please, Pope…I’m so wet-”

“I know…but I need something else first…” You watched him pull himself to his knees before taking each of your legs over his shoulders once removing your shorts slowly from your hips. 

“I want you to come on my face, baby…” Your eyes rolled at the idea as your fingers gripped tightly into the sheets. 

“Let my tongue make you feel good-” He was slow to start, luxuriating in your entire taste, before you bucked upwards. 

Everything felt like the first time. His touch. His kiss. His tongue. And to be fair, it was, in so many ways. Rafe was always sloppy and quick, doing so for the sake of a moment for himself, whereas Pope was calculated and thorough, ensuring you were sopping before he’d even think about doing anything for himself. 

“Jesus Christ, Pope-Please….Please, I want you…” You breathed heavily as he would deepen his sucks and curl the fingers now set inside of you,“POPE! OH SHIT!”

“Mmmm…mmhmm…mmmmm…mmmmhmmm…” He moaned into you, the vibrations sending you over that edge as your pleasure explored past your hips in painless waves of pure ecstasy. You trembled over him as he would use his tongue to clean up after this high, before you pulled him up to you. 

“Right now. Please, Pope…”

“Are you sure? We can wait-”

“I’m not waiting another second. I want you to fuck me…” But to your words, he shook his head. 

“No.”

“Pope!” You groaned as he collected your face between his hands. 

“I mean I’m not fucking you….THIS isn’t that. I’m going to make love to you, baby…Take my time…so you know every thrust is a reason I love you, not because I need to come or make you…not because we’re sorry or owe each other anything…” Tears formed in your eyes from such care. 

“You…you love me?”

He nodded, “Let me show you how much…” He slowly pushed himself inside of you, allowing you to adjust to him, thick and lengthy as he bottomed out with a second and third penetration, quickly finding a loving rhythm as your nails ate into his arms. 

“You feel so good, baby…Shit…” He bowed his head into your shoulder as you brought him into you with a kiss. 

“Please don’t stop…please…Oh my God…” He smirked for a moment before feeling you tense around him. Sweat and sweetness now between you, your passion forced the sheets and mattress itself to feel the extent of such desire, pulled and shifting behind his quickened thrusts. 

“I want you to come for me…” He spoke once setting his forehead against yours. “I need to make you feel good….I need to-”

“Come with me! Please-” You pleaded as he nodded, his body stiffening over you after those final thrusts pulled you both to that mutual edge with an orgasm deeper and more rewarding than any prior. 

“Was that-” Before Pope could ask, you crashed your lips into his once again before you pulled yourself to the end of the bed, extending your hand to him as his eyes fell to your naked frame for a moment. 

“What are you doing?”

“You might not want to fuck me, Pope…But it doesn’t mean we can’t make up for lost time…So…” You moved to the bedroom door, pulling it open, before moving across the corridor and to the bathroom. 

“Do you want to see how sweet I can be?” He paused before following you into the bathroom, the door closing with a slam as you took him into your arms once again, the perfect combination of lust, love, and logning found in his embrace. And this would be proven each time his arms found you in any scenario. He loved you. Sweetly. Perfectly. Deeply. Just as you had loved him in return.

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