#so uhm i threw it off my face and went back to sleep

[sv5hive]

keep the lights on | charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: none!

word count: 694

notes: lets act like this isn't the first time i've posted since july guys thanks! not proofread at all it's like midnight pls.

masterlist!

placing the copious amount of snacks and popcorn on the table, you plopped onto the sofa and snuggled up to your boyfriend.

"so, what did you pick?"

you looked ahead of you to the screen and began reading the summary, brows pulling together tighter with every word.

"a horror movie? are you sure, charles? i thought you hated these kinda things."

"well, i haven't watched many of them, but i know you're a fan of them, so what's the harm in trying?"

the grin on your face grew at his effort as you nodded along to his words, still doubtful of his ability to sit through it in its entirety.

"alright, but you're not gonna be scared and get nightmares after, are you?"

"me? no, if anything i'll be your knight in shining armour tonight if you get scared!"

the movie began playing as you pushed yourself deeper into charles side with a knowing smirk, the screen casting a dim glow onto your faces.

"ok, if you say so."

and in all fairness to charles, he did manage to hold out for almost an hour before you noticed him flinch at a particularly unnerving jump scare. nudging him gently, you turned the volume down and whispered softly into the darkness.

"charles, you ok?"

he turned to you slowly, an almost dazed look in his eyes. and you weren't sure if it was the lighting or your vision, but his skin seemed positively pale.

"hm? yeah, yeah i'm fine."

you raised an eyebrow at his half-hearted response, wondering if he was regretting his choice (albeit a romantic gesture).

"are you sure? we can watch something else if you want, i think i saw harry potter earlier-"

he quickly brushes you off and grabs the remote to raise the volume again, rubbing your thigh gently.

"shhh, i'm ok. it's almost done anyways."

he turns back to the movie but you let your eyes linger on him for a few seconds longer, searching for any doubt but not finding any. hesitantly, you start watching again. and you really did mean to keep an eye on him, but found yourself getting sucked into the movie as time went on.

the room sunk into darkness as the credits began rolling and a dull silence filled the air. reaching for the tv remote, you looked over to your boyfriend next to you.

"so... what did you think?"

seeing the ghostly look on his face, you started to wonder whether a horror movie was really the best choice at this time of night.

"charles, you ok? you look a little...uhm..."

"me? oh i'm fine, mon coeur. see, i told you i would be fine! it's just a movie after all!"

he puts the bowl of popcorn on the side and stands to turn the lights back on. you sit up and turn to watch him curiously.

"are you sure? it's ok if you're scared it's meant to do that!"

he shakes his head, adamant that he wasn't affected by the chilling scenes.

"i am not scared. but, we are absolutely sleeping with all the lights on tonight. and that has nothing to do with the movie, before you ask."

you bite back a grin and look at charles pointedly.

"oh really?"

he nods his head rapidly, sitting back down on the sofa next to you.

"yep. and also, one of us has to stand outside the bathroom if the other one is using it."

this time you couldn't help it and let out a loud cackle.

"charles, my love, i know you only watched it for me and i thought it was really sweet of you but please, you don't have to torture yourself like that. i am just as happy to watch harry potter or cars with you."

charles breathes out a deep sigh of relief and runs his hands over his face at your words, a nervous smile on his face as he declares his own confession.

"oh thank god. i almost threw up in my mouth when the serial killer popped up out of nowhere. and i wasn't kidding earlier, i want all the lights on tonight."

[hwazzwrites]

Seonghwa drabble based off this photo

You had met Seonghwa through a discord server, seems innocent enough, you two would always play games together, be affectionate, match icons and everything. Some people would even think your a couple, but you said you were bffs.

Seonghwa randomly dmed you one night while you were playing minecraft alone.

Seonghwa<3

Seonghwa: Hey, do you think you could help me with something _____?

You: Sure! What's up?

Seonghwa: Call me..

You called Seonghwa confused, not hearing anything from his end of the mic you spoke up "Hey, Seonghwa, you there?" Short and heavy breathing was heard from his side of the mic as he spoke up a few seconds after "Hey.. C–Could we uhm turn on our cameras?" "Oh sure! Let me set up my webcam.." After setting up your webcam and making sure it was hooked up you turned it on, a smile on your face as you saw Seonghwa's turned on, only to have your smile drop and become flustered as you saw Seonghwa with his dick in his hand, his face flushed as his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, slightly restricting air flow through his nose as he breathed heavily. "H–Hi.. Sorry for this being so sudden but I just need to see your pretty face.. Looking at the photos you send in the selfies channel just wasn't enough.." He confessed as one of his hands still sat on his twitching dick, the tip leaking precum which got onto his hands, rubbing your thighs together you didn't know what to say, you had been crushing on Seonghwa for a while and you found out he was jerking off to you? You couldn't help but get wet at the thought of him getting off to you. Inhaling and exhaling softly before you spoke up again, your tone of voice was like velvet "Do you need help, pretty boy?" His grip on his cock got tighter as he groaned and nodded "P–Please.." A small whimper emitted from him as he looked at you with a lustful gaze, his glasses fogged up from how heavily he was breathing. "Go on then, play with yourself baby." You told him as you took off your own sleep shorts, your fingers slowly sliding down your inner thigh, feeling your own arousal sticking to your thighs as you sighed softly, watching Seonghwa begin a slow up and down movement on his cock, your fingers finding their way to your folds as you hummed softly, hearing Seonghwa whimper and breath heavily, slipping two fingers into your wet hole, a breathy moan escaping you as you began fucking yourself with your fingers slowly. "F–Fuck.. Can I speed up..? Please.." Seonghwa whined as you let out an airy laugh and shaking your head "Hold on baby, let me grab something." Turning off your camera for a second you went over to your nightstand and opened the drawer, grabbing out a pink dildo and lube, walking back to your desk and pulling your headphones back on and angling your webcam right at your pussy, seeing how Seonghwa had stopped moving while he was waiting for you made you clench around nothing, turning your camera back on he threw his head back and groaned, his adams apple visible as he spoke softly "What are you doing..?" "You'll see darling." grabbing the pink dildo from off your desk you showed it to Seonghwa, he couldn't see your face but you were smirking behind the camera. Grabbing the bottle of lube and putting it on your hand before rubbing it on the dildo, aligning it with your hole and pushing it in softly, sighing out in pleasure as you told Seonghwa what to do again "Go on baby, fuck into your hand and think it's my pussy.." He nodded frantically as he began fucking up into his hand quickly, you began moving the dildo inside of you, matching up with Seonghwa's movements as you and him moaned together, sometimes he'd whimper and groan, the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten as you spoke "S–Seonghwa I'm close.. Let's cum together yeah?" He could only nod as he began moaning your name like a mantra, biting your lip as the coil snapped and you both came, Seonghwa cumming all over his hand and you cumming all over the dildo, both leaving you breathless and sweaty, coming down from your high you slowly removed the dildo and discarded it behind you. "So, does this count as a confession?" You laughed softly as you watched him nod, his glasses had now fallen off his face and onto his chest, he was still breathless for a few minutes before he spoke up to you "I guess it is.. I've liked you for a while _____ But I just never had the guts to tell you.." Laughing softly "I like you too idiot."

[avenging-fandoms]

hiii!!! can i request something for either matt or chris where they do like a sleepover at the triplets house and you’re all watching movies and it’s the classic like scary movie trope and maybe secret hand holding cos they like each other but are scared to admit it vibes

all good if not i love ur stuff hehe

"Do we honestly have to watch a scary movie? Can't we watch Hannah Montana or something" Matt grumbled under his breath and Chris rolled his eyes, smacking his brother’s chest.

“It’s Halloween time ya baby. Plus, Yn and I have been wanting to see the new Halloween movie” You all sat on the couch, Matt squished in the corner with his legs straight out and you next to him, Nick next to you and Chris in the other corner.

Chris hit play and 'Halloween Ends' starts to play. You smile and shimmy a little excitedly, Matt throwing a blanket over you and him and a blanket over his brothers.

Matt kept jumping and hiding himself in your shoulder, making Chris and Nick make fun of him and you protected him. "Matt! Grow up you fucking baby!" Nick yelled and hit him with a pillow and Matt protected his head, and you wrapped your arms around his head and a leg around his waist as you shielded him.

"Stop! Stop! Scary movies aren't for everyone ya dickheads" You slap both Nick and Chris and they beat you with the pillows, and it was Matt's turn to protect you. "Alright! Everyone enough, I actually want to enjoy the movie"

Everyone sat back in their seats and Chris went back in the movie a little bit to watch what you all missed. You pulled the blanket over your chest so only your head showed, Matt's left arm behind his head with his right one underneath the blanket on his thigh.

His eyes shifted down to his thigh like he could see through the blanket, slowly moving his hand for his pinky to graze your knuckles. You moved your hand closer to his without taking your eyes off the screen, careful not to touch the blanket to blow your cover.

Finally, you guys interlocked your fingers without moving the blanket, no one noticing. Matt kept jumping, and every time he would squeeze your hand. By the end of the movie, Matthew was asleep on your shoulder, Nick asleep on Chris's lap while you and Chris were still very into the movie.

It soon had ended and you and Chris looked at each other, biggest smile on your face as you fist bump him. "That movie was great! I don't think it's the last one, though. They always say it is and then boom! another one" You explain and Chris had a 'meh' look on his face.

"I don't know I'm not a big fan of it. It wasn't about Michael is was about that goofy lookin fucker. When Michael was on screen, he was fucking dying. So I really didn't like it"

"Whatever, Chris, you're entitled to your own wrong opinion" You shrug and he shoves your shoulder and you gasp, jumping over Nick and pushing Chris to the couch.

Nick and Matt jumped up and Matt grabbed your waist, holding you tightly close to him as Chris laughs. "What the fuck happened while we were sleeping?"

"Chris assaulted me so I defended myself"

"Oh eat my ass you were telling me my OPINION was wrong. It's an opinion you idiot" Chris threw a pillow as you and you laugh. You yawned and fell back on Matt's lap, closing your eyes.

"I'm tired" You yawn again and Matt runs a hand over your hair.

"I'm way too tired to drive" Matt lies and you smile under your arm. Nick gasps and slaps your leg, and you kick his.

"Breakfast in the morning togetherrr!" He sings and you snort, sitting up. "Okay, Yn who you sleeping with tonight?"

"Uhm.."

"She slept in my room the last time, so I don't want her loud snoring ass in my room again" Chris complained and you rolled your eyes.

"She can sleep in my room, Nick likes to kick people off beds" Matt and you stood up and Nick threw his hands in the air.

"Y'know you kick a guy off a bed 4 times and suddenly you're a bad guy" Nick sighs and stands up, taking the empty bowls to the sink while Chris turns the tv off and you all head to your rooms.

"Too tired to sleep, hm?" You whisper and he smiles, pushing your shoulder softly as he passes you going to the bathroom. You change into a pair of his shorts and a shirt, sliding under the covers and plugging your phone in and shutting your eyes.

The bathroom door squeaks open and footsteps stop. "Alright, just make yourself at home" He jumps on you and you grunt, Matthew laughing and turning off the light. He plugs his phone in and turns over to face you, studying your features as you slept.

You peeked an eye open and giggled. "You're staring"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, goodnight" Matt turned over and you stared at his back, smiling and biting your lip. You shimmy over towards him, putting an arm over his waist. Matthew smiled and held your hand, and the both of you quickly fell asleep.

[finnbbl]

Hyunjin × M! Reader - Dancer AU I SMAU | Chapter 13

Ch. 13 - Entitled I Previous Chapter | Next Chapter I

I Story Masterlist I

Written: Yes

Smau: Yes

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death

A smile slowly made its way to your face as you finished your conversation with Hyunjin. "Y/N!" Your head darted up as you heard your name being called rather harshly. "Get up off your phone, it's like you're addicted to that thing." Your dad scolded. Rolling your eyes, you placed the device into the chair you were sitting in as you made your way over in front of the camera once again. "You know we could've been done a while ago if you had just cooperated properly."

"Such a pain.." Was a thought that constantly ran through your mind any time you had to have any interaction with your father. Things hadn't always been like this between the two of you. Having used to have the most healthy relationship. But ever since your mother died and he inherited most of her belongings, things took a turn. You thought about how you got to this point as you subconsciously posed and listened to the photographer.

The flashes of lights and the sounds of camera shutters became somewhat comforting to the memories that ran through your head. Your father had inherited enough money to get his clothing brand going, hence his now stuck up personality. After his business took off when you were 16, he barely had any time for you. Always gone and left you to fend for yourself. The man had no idea that you had started your career as a backup dancer. Not until he came home after a month long trip and you were nowhere to be found. The rage that filled his voice that night he called you was unforgettable.

An hour or two more went by before you guys were finally finished. "That's a wrap, thank you so much for your time today Y/N!" The nice gentleman praised and shook your hand out of gratitude. Something your dad would never do, and it definitely didn't seem as if he liked it. A smile grew up on your lips as he did so. It was always nice to have a normal interaction with someone. Of course that wouldn’t last for long. "Ah he's already got a big enough ego, no need for all that." He laughed it off as a joke. All you could do was muster up an awkward smile as the photographer awkwardly changed the subject. "Yeah I'm the one with the ego.." You thought as you rolled your eyes as he turned his head. The two older men conversing about the shoot, when photos would be out, etc.

Upon their conversation, you had remembered to go grab your things from the chair. Walking rather quickly over there, you threw your bag over your shoulder and grabbed your phone. Checking your phone for any possible new messages from Hyunjin. It wasn’t too long before a quiet ding came from your phone, signaling you had gotten a message. It read, “Still need me to pick you up?” The remembrance of the soon to be release from this hell hole with your father lightened you up a bit. As you began to text back, their conversation had come to a close.

“Who are you texting?” Your dad’s rather nosy behavior caught you slightly off guard. Even with how shitty he could be, he was never invasive. The man couldn’t care less what goes on in your life. You looked up at him slowly and rather confused, “Uhm I was just texting one of my friends, he invited me over to a sleep over tonight.” Not thinking much of it, you assumed the conversation would end at that. At least that’s what usually would happen.

“I don’t think so, I didn’t say you could go out tonight.” You finished up the message and sent it to Hyunjin before looking up at him again. A stern look on his face as his arms rested crossed with each other. “I’ve never had to ask before, why do you care so much now?”

“Because ever since that little tour stunt you pulled, leaving the house for months, you’ve clearly had too much freedom.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “I’m an adult dad you can’t control where I go and who I’m with.” The words fell out of your mouth so easily. Perhaps that was a mistake, you realized this as you saw how angry your dad was now getting. The way his lips pursed as he stared daggers into your eyes, it was enough to send chills up your spine. “That’s my job, I gave you a heads up when it happened I don’t know why you’re so angry. Regardless, I’m going out tonight so don’t expect me back until morning.”

“No sir you are not, I don’t know what made you think you can be this entitled towards me but it’s unacceptable.” Your grip tightened around your phone. The two of you argued back and forth for several minutes before your phone lit up with another message. You already knew it was Hyunjin without having to read it, so you finally decided to shut this conversation down. “Again, I’m leaving and you’re not stopping me.” Stating firmly as you made your way to the other side of the building, where Hyunjin would most likely be parked. Harsh calls for your name were heard as you walked away, refusing to turn back and continue this argument. Arguing with him was like arguing with a brick wall. Pointless.

You let out a heavy breath as you rounded the corner, eyes glancing around for a parked vehicle. However, all you saw was a parked motorcycle, the driver still on it. Their hands tapping away aimlessly at the handles You tilted your head in slight confusion. He wouldn’t drive a motorcycle, would he? Your question was answered as the driver suddenly glanced up and around, spotting you and waving. This confirmed it as you smiled slyly and didn’t waste any time going over there. Upon arriving, he lifted up his visor. “I didn’t know you drove a motorcycle.” Lips curving into a smile as you examined the bike, it was rather nice. Definitely expensive. “You didn’t ask.” Hyunjin retorted back as he handed you a fancy helmet. You slowly reached out for it, sort of hesitant. “I’ve never really ridden on one before..” When Hyunjin noticed you weren’t taking the helmet, he lightly pushed it into your hands as he spoke, “It’s easy. Besides, you’re not the one driving it.” He laughed as you put on the helmet, hesitantly climbing on.

Hyunjin noticed your arms weren’t moving. You found it hard to bring yourself to wrap your arms around him, despite knowing that’s the only way to safely ride as a passenger. “Do you want to fall off?” He turned his head to the side, unable to see that he was giving you a massive side eye. “I just don’t wanna overstep boundaries-“

“Oh whatever, just hold on.” Finally, your hands found their way around his stomach. They rest there timidly. Although his visor was in the way, you could tell he was rolling his eyes at you before sighing and pulling your arms tighter. “See? Like that. Easy.” You didn’t respond, a loud roar from the bike emitted as he started it up. Taking off not long after. During the drive to his house, you started to grow more comfortable. Even going as far as to rest your head on his shoulder, so you could see the road in front.

A new feeling started to bloom inside. One of comfort, safety, relaxation. Was it the bike, was it the new experience? Or was it Hyunjin.. You honestly couldn’t tell. All you knew is right now you felt the best you had in weeks, ever since the tour ended. You didn’t want this feeling to end.

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[psych0-str1ngs]

Wet Dreams- Sami Yaffa x reader

Authors Note: I'm a total slut for Sami, I can't even lie to you, I would bang that man everyday all day if I could.

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, P inV smut, Oral, m receiving, Cussing, very little dialogue

You stared up at the ceiling, completely and utterly bored, your boyfriend Sami, was fast asleep next you. It was about 2 in the morning, and just a few short hours ago, you and Sami were at a pub with his bandmates.

It was a regular occurrence that Sami would drag you with him to pubs with his band, you loved that he wanted to spend time with you, if even if it was with his bandmates. You'd never admit but sometimes you just wanted to stay home, it wasn't that you didn't like the rest Hanoi rocks, because they were your best friends, it could all just be a little much.

You were broken out of your thoughts when Sami shifted onto his back, letting out little snores. He mumbled something in Finnish, it was something you couldn't understand. You leaned closer

"Sami?" You whispered.

No answer. You shrugged before leaning your head on his chest, his long arms wrapped around you, Sami's body twisting to face yours, he threw his leg over your hip. You giggled softly, he was such a teddy bear, even in his sleep. Your right cheek pressed against his bare chest, you started to get sleepy, your eyes struggling to stay open. Just a few short seconds later, Sami let out a little moan, your eyes shot open.

well there goes all chances of sleeping, you thought to yourself. You moved to your other side, your ass pressed up against Sami. His hand went to your hip. You shifted a little bit, trying to get as close to Sami as possible. You soon realized he was hard, his sleepy form pulling you close against him.

You stared at the wall, wide-eyed. Sami face pressed against your back, his lips pressed against the nape of your neck, you shivered.

"Sami?" You called out again, your nails scratching lightly at his arm.

"Mmm," He mumbled. "Yes love"

"Are you uhm," you paused, thankful that it was dark in the room, otherwise he would more than likely notice your blush. "Having issues?"

He giggled a bit before kissing your shoulder.

"Possibly," His soft voice spoke out. "Help me?"

You turned your face to see his, the moon light provided just enough light for you to see his blue eyes stare at yours lovingly. You planted a soft kiss to his lips before lightly pushing him onto his back. You worked your way down his body, leaving little kisses and bite marks here and there. You pressed your soft, tiny fingers to his bulge, a tent in his boxers. You looked up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his chest heaving up and down somewhat quickly.

You grabbed the hem of his black boxer shorts, his hips lifted up slightly, you pulled them down, his length slapping against his stomach. You grabbed his shaft, your mouth salivating at the sight. You pumped him up and down slowly.

"F-faster please," Sami looking down at you.

You moved your hand faster, his legs starting to shake, you pulled away quickly, giving him a few seconds to process what had happened.

"wha- why'd you sto-" His voice faltered after feeling your warm mouth wrap around him, he let out a soft moan.

His hand reached down, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling lightly. You reached up, using your hands to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth. You locked eyes with him, his cheeks lightly tinted pink, he smiled at you lovingly. You let off of him, sliding him out of your mouth with a pop. He sat up against the headboard, watching you take off your tank top, leaving you in just your white thong, and bra. You climbed on to him, legs on either side of him. His long fingers gripped your hips softly. You sat right above his length, kissing him gently.

"You look so gorgeous my love," He spoke, pushing his face into your neck, leaving love bites on every inch of skin he could reach.

"I love you Sam," You shifted, your entrance just above his length, you sat down slowly, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size before rocking slowly. You moaned lightly, taking in the sight of Sami. His half lidded eyes watching you slide up and down on him. He moaned, leaning forward again to unclasp your bra, pulling it off of your arms. His mouth quickly found your left nipple, taking it in his mouth and sucking lightly, his hand twisted your right nipple. You moaned again, moving slightly faster.

"Y/n, I love you so much, so so so so much," He spoke softly, leaning against the headboard, panting.

"I love you too," Your hips moved up and down. You tightened around him.

"Oh god Sam," His tip hitting your g-spot every time. "I'm so close"

"Me too pupu" He moaned, you let him take control, he flipped you both, you were now on your back. He thrusted into you, leaning down to kiss you deeply, your legs wrapped around his waist. His hips started to falter, he moaned, quickly pulling out and letting his seed coat your stomach, before pushing back in and giving you slow, deep thrusts, letting you cum on his length. He pulled out, and leaned his head on your chest, breathing heavily, his long black hair spilled over your body. He kissed your chest, not caring that cum was now coating both of your bodies.

"Shower?" His pale blue eyes looked up at you, full of nothing but love.

"Of course," You kissed his forehead, watching him get up, extending his large hand to you. You scooted off the mattress, grabbing his hand and standing. Your legs shook, Sami smirked down at you.

"what are you smirking at Mr. ?" you smiled at him.

"Oh nothing my love," He took your hand and led you to the bathroom.

The end!!!!!

[neoyongz]

rainy heaven 🎐 | alex turner x reader (smut)

just a very shy alex making you feel good in his living room.

warnings: VERY soft dom alex (almost bottom-ish?? 😭), praise kink, some exhibitionism, fingering, cunnilingus.

word count: 2.9k

disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes 🤭

Alex and you met at a party. Nothing really special, it was a random party your friend Katie threw at her house, where you also met her boyfriend, called Jamie. You couldn’t recall his full name but it was something like Cook, Jamie Cook. Anyways, going back to Turner, you instantly clicked with him the moment you spoke to him, you felt a very special and calm aura from him, and even if you wanted to hide your feelings, it was very obvious that you liked him. That’s why you kissed him there.

You couldn’t say the same for him, he was the type of person that hides his feelings until he’s 100% sure he wants something woth that person. And lucky for you, because he seemed interested.

Alex invited you to come over to his house to spend some time together before he went to do his night shift at work, not a very specific plan but you liked it. You obviously accepted and went to his house as fast as you could. You rang the doorbell and you could hear his rushed steps to the front door, opening it with a smile.

“Hey! That was fast” He laughed and stepped aside so you could walk in.

“I live near here” You smiled and admired his entry way. Very fancy.

“You like it?” Alex left his keys on the side table and guided you to the living room.

“Of couse, very nice house. Even bigger than I expected” You walked towards the couch and sat there.

“Well, we can watch some TV, maybe there’s a movie”

“Yeah, for sure”

“Wanna turn it on while I get you a coffee?”

“Please, if it doesn’t bother you. I haven’t drank any coffee today and I feel kinda sleepy” You laughed and took off your cardigan.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll get you one” He almost ran to the kitchen, which made you laugh. He was one of the kindest persons you’ve ever met, even if you didn’t know him for long. You both knew each other for not long ago, but it was a very special bond you two had.

You took your phone and checked the hour: 18:45. Not too late, but not too early. At this time, in a regular day, you would be taking a nap. Your sleeping schedule was kinda fucked up and you didn’t necesarily tried to fix it. But if it was for Alex, skipping your daily nap for once was not a bad thing to do anyway.

Before you could even notice, he was already back with a cup of hot coffee, handling it to you while sitting besides you.

“Thanks, Al” You took the cup and blowed the coffee a little to not burn yourself.

“You’re welcome” He rested his head on the back on the couch and sighed. “It’s raining today, i’m sorry for inviting you now… It would’ve been better if I was the one going” He laughed and took your cardigan. “Pretty one”

“Nah… don’t worry. I love rain” You smiled and left the cup on the table after taking a few sips. “Thanks, Al” You rested your head on his shoulder. “I never spend rainy days with other people so… you should feel special”

“Oh really?” He started playing with your hair. “Are they really that special?”

“Yeah… I love the sound of the raindrops on the window” Luckily, he had a gigant window right besides the couch. Not very private, but it was modern and cute. “It’s comfy… ideal weather for me” You lifted your sight to look at him. That cute and perfect face of his.

“For me too” He kissed your nose and played along with your hair, trying to braid it. “You look gorgeous today” He whispered all shy, blushing at his own comment.

“Look at who’s saying it” You kissed his cheek.

“Hey… don’t say that” Alex smiled and got his hand to yoir waist. “Is it wrong if I…?”

“If you?”

“Uhm, if I kiss you again?” He blushed again, getting his sight to your red lips.

“Who said it was wrong?” You took him from the chin and kissed him. It was not that big of a deal anymore, it’s not your first time doing it. But it is the first in private. In his house. Alone.

The kiss was cute, he was caressing your waist while playing with your mouth as if it was the first time again. You got your hand to his cheek to pet it softly, feeling his very short beard because of not shaving this morning. It didn’t bother you, because it was kinda attractive. His hand travelled down and got to your lower back, recreating your kiss on that party you met: but this time, you wanted to double it.

You started playing with his tounge, trying to make the kiss a little more desperate. You got what you wanted when Alex had to stop for a second to take a breath and then continue the kiss but now with his hand on your buttock and playing with your tounge more fluently, making the pace of the kiss a little faster. You took your chance and sat on his lap hugging his neck, feeling how he was starting to get hard. Without separating too much from him, you smiled and put one of your hands on his chest.

“Just a kiss and that got you hard, Turner?” You smiled and moved your hips against his semi-erection. He was so shy, almost looking foolish. He didn’t respond, but he kissed your lips shortly after you stopped talking.

“It’s not my fault you’re so hot” He got his hands inside your jeans and grabbed both your ass cheeks, making you whimper.

“Did you invite me over just to fuck?”

“I’m not the one that started the kiss” He laughed and left some kisses on your neck.

“You naughty lil boy” You smiled and played with his hair, letting him do his work on your neck. You kept moving your hips to feel his erection slowly hardening under his jeans. “You were lucky we were on Katie’s house because if we weren’t, this could’ve happened there” You joked and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Didn’t know you were that naughty, babe” He smiled as he left a hickey on your neck, almost as if he was claiming his territory. Luckily, his couch was big enough, having more than enough space to lay you down and separate your legs to a comfortable position for both of you. He layed on top of you after taking his shirt off, and he started undressing you aswell. He took your black jeans off, revealing a pair of black lace panties.

As you were already wet, he touched the fabric slowly to confirm it to himself and approached your hips with his lips, leaving some kisses there. He bit the lace and took the panties off only with his teeth, and then threw them god knows where. Your hand travelled all the way to his hair while you separated your legs even more to leave him enough space to do whatever he wanted.

“Listen, babe. We don’t ‘ave much time before I go so I wanna spend this only focusing on you, ‘kay?” He kissed your forehead and went south on your body. “Let me make you feel good. Can I, princess?” He looked at you all blushed and close to your pussy.

“Of course pumpkin, don’t worry” You smiled and stroked his hair a little more, motivating him to do his work. “But, wait… I wanna please you too”

“Don’t worry about it. We can continue later if you want too” He winked and smiled.

“Please, it feels selfish to be the only one getting pleased” You caressed his cheek and he kissed your palm, saying “no” by shaking his head.

If he was being honest, his pants were getting extremely unconfortable, he was rock-hard and really wanted to get some pleasure too, but he wanted you to be the main character tonight; he wanted to make you feel good, no matter if he wanted to be touched too or not. It was your time.

As he got back to what he was doing, first, he spread your juices all over your bottom lips, getting his index finger in the middle of them to make sure you were all wet. Once he finished, he licked your clit, going down with slow licks and kisses. Moans were escaping from your lips, you not being able to hold them as he stroked your entrance with his tounge, leaving a mix of his saliva and your fluids.

Suddenly, he decided to switch positions, now him being on his knees on the floor and giving you the signals so you can sit with your legs open wide. He took both of your legs and put them on his shoulders to keep you as close as he could to his face, making it easier for him to satisfy you. His tounge travelled through your pussy finding your entrance shortly after, which he continously kept licking and kissing.

"Oh, fuck” You whimpered, resting your head on the back of the couch, getting your hand to his hair to stroke it carefully.

His hands went to your inner thighs as he knew how sensitive they were, leaving a few kisses on them from time to time. His mouth was doing wonders on you and he loved to heae every single whimper coming out of your mouth, and he'd do whatever it took to keep hearing them. His tounge was moving and dancing at the right pace through your privates to make you feel at heaven with him as your guide. His eyes closed, sucking your entrance and kissing your clit, it was almost too much for you. Or you thought so.

Once he found himself out of breath, he took his index finger to your entrance, teasing you by massaging it but never introducing it. He lifted his eyes to watch you go crazy about it, desesperate to feel full by only his fingers. He even stayed almost a full minute doing the same thing, sprinkling some kisses on your thighs.

"Alex... shit, just fucking do it" You looked at him in such a desperate way, trying to search his wrist so you could hold it and do it for him but he stopped you.

"Do you really want me to do it, babe?" He asked with a smile. You nodded.

"Yes, please" You started moving your hips around to stimulate yourself a bit more, but he stopped you by finally introducing two fingers.

"You're so cute" He smiled and licked his lips, starting to move his fingers around your cavity. He played along inside you to watch closely how you reacted to him, arching your back when he touched your g-spot closely and moaning loudly whenever he sucked your clit.

He left some hickeys on your inner thighs as if he was claiming his territory on your legs, then leaving a path of kisses to your privates and finishing by sucking your clit again. He took half of his fingers out to leave some space for him to kiss close to your entrance, and then introduced his fingers again touching your spot as he sucked and kissed your clit. That almost made you scream, which made him smile.

He took your legs and spreaded them, leaving room for him to get up and kiss you without taking his fingers out. You were an absolute mess, all blushed, sweaty and with heavy breathing, devoting yourself to him completely to do whatever he wanted to you. You hugged his neck to break the distance between both, burying your nails into his back as he started pushing his fingers inside of you harder and harder. At this point trying to hold your moans was nothing more than a waste of time.

"Alex, Alex" You whimpered, pressing yourself to his lips.

"U ok, cutie?" Without separating from the kiss, he moved his hand slower and looked at your teary eyes.

"Yes, it's just... ugh, i'm close" A tear fell from your right eye and he kissed your cheek.

"Don't worry, pup. Relax yourself" He got on his knees again to kiss your thighs, leaving a few more hickeys on them. "Want me to slow it down a bit?"

"No, no" You closed your eyes and moved your hips against his hand, trying to get his fingers to touch your g-spot again, and so he did.

He stayed there, stroking your spot softly just to watch you go crazy about it, being an absolute mess of moans and screams, your whole body getting tense and your eyes rolling back at feeling helpless at getting touched on your most sensitive spot. It was a godly image for him, and he wished he had more time to fuck the hell out of you.

Right at the peak of your pleasure, you looked at the window beside the couch, which you already looked at several times. The fact that someone could see that scene at any moment was kind of a turn on for you. The thing itself was a turn on: Alex giving you oral sex.

"Don't move them from- there, Don't- Alex, please" You cried with your eyes closed, your nails buried on his back as he kept thrusting.

Even if he wanted you to relax so you could cum peacefully, he also wanted you to have the best orgasm: but as he wanted to keep you safe, he chose the first option. He slowered down the pace of his hand thrusts but started searching for your g-spot and once he found it, he kept touching and softly stroking it. You moaned his name repeatedly, and as he expected you to be extremely close to your orgasm, he got up and suprised you with a desperate kiss.

Both tounges crashing into each other, it was a needy kiss. You were completely out of your mind with his slow thrusts to your spot, and a bunch of tears started coming out once you were right on the edge.

"Cum for me, princess" He whispered in the middle of the kiss, doing a few more thrusts before taking his fingers out to let you have your own space as you finally came. He separated himself from the kiss so you could let go those screams and whimpers from your throat.

"Alex, Al-" You couldn't even finish calling his name before he hugged you and kissed your cheek. You needed time to come down to earth again.

"Shh, it's okay pumpkin, relax" He whispered to your ear as he caressed your back. "Good job, baby. You did well" That made you smile inmediately, you buried your face onto his chest and kissed it.

"I'm sorry about the mess" You looked at the mess that was made at the living room, but he kissed your face again and took you by the chin.

"Hey, no, don't worry about it, let me get you cleaned up first" He got some tissues and spreaded your legs open, cleaned your thighs and left a kiss on them. "Good girl"

You smiled and hugged him, getting your hand to his chest to play with his half-unbuttoned shirt. You didn't even know what time it was, Alex had to go to work at 19:30.

"Is it too late for some aftercare?" You asked after wiping your pleasure tears from your eyes and cheeks.

"Nah, we 'ave 15 minutes left but there's no problem if I go late" He caressed your hair and kissed your forehead.

"Really? Is it okay?" He nodded and you kissed him. "Is it too selfish to ask you to go late to work so we can cuddle?" You laughed.

"I wanna cuddle too, pumpkin" He layed on the couch and left you laying on his side, hugging you again. "Sleep if you want to"

You yawned and kissed his cheek, whispering "Good night then" to his ear. You closed your eyes and slowly started falling asleep as he played with your hair and kissed your head a few times. You felt safe with him.

A few minutes later, you were completely asleep. He quickly noticed and stayed with you for about 20 minutes, and when he considered it was time for him to go, he carried you carefully to his bedroom leaving you on his bed. He tucked you in with the blanket and closed the curtains so you could wake up safely. He took a piece of paper and wrote "I'll come back at 2, go to my kitchen for a snack if you want. Wait for me, pumpkin", leaving the note on his nightstand in case you woke up before he arrived.

He gave you a kiss and whispered "I love you", finally leaving the house with the image of you peacefully sleeping on his bed. Just as he wanted from the first time he saw you at that party.

[christinebloodwrittings]

Smart Dress pt2

Request: Hiiii Could you do a Loki x reader based off Green Green Dress from tick tick boom?? It’s a 3am idea and I can’t get it out of my head. It’s probably dumb but you’d def be able to do it actually well. By: @amesmorningstar

Re requested by: @eleniblue

Sorry for the delay, I went through some stuff.

Part one

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Will Loki be able to fix his mistakes?

Warnings: angst, NSFW.

Loki Taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @beakami @lokiprompts @ilovefanfictions @eleniblue @novena-proxy  @lulubelle814  @beakami @laurenandloki @tjellisworld

“Stay” he pleaded against your hair, “Give me one good reason”.

“I really…uhm” it wasn't the best moment to be at loss of words, but he tripped with all sorts of different sentences, not a single one made sense or was good enough to express how he felt.

He took way too long, in tears you sighed, putting your hands on his arms to force him release you, "I knew it" you murmured.

"Fuck" he cursed. Loki turned you around, closed the door with your back against it, and before you could protest he kissed you.

That kiss took you back to the beginning of the year. New year's eve, you just got back from a two week mission, that wasn't supposed to last two weeks.

You almost missed New year's eve, your plan was a night of sleep, not caring about the whole thing, because you were bruised and tired, because you just had to be undercover rescuing some dumb cop that got caught spying some mobsters.

Apparently it involved the avengers because the cop is a mutant of some sorts, so because of his dumb ass you were stuck in a dirty cell instead of celebrating.

And why you? Because no one else wanted to go, and you were late to the meeting. Stark had the laugh of his life.

Stark on the other hand, teared that plan to shreds with his whole event going on. There was no way to reach the dorms with the party in your way. Also with Natasha and Wanda being all over you to get you to stay and have fun.

You ended up staying because, what the hell, right? You needed the drink and to kick someone's ass for the horrible mission they threw you in.

After a lot of drinks, Thor saw pertinent introducing his brother to the team, seeing that no one would be within reason enough to refuse him, bold but smart move.

Loki, in your drunken eyes, was the most beautiful being you had ever seen, though, what came out of your mouth was simply humiliating.

You called him weird, because you believed aliens were supposed to be green skinned, he actually laughed and told you his actual skin color is blue, in his ever so sarcastically polite manner of course.

Since he was in a mean mood, your drunken ass had no other better idea than making him absolutely uncomfortable. "So if your skin is blue, then so is your tongue and your dick?" Everyone of course laughed at your dumb question, Thor on the other hand was a bit worried the temper of his brother might get him to set you on fire.

"You talk to me like that again, mortal, I dare you" his voice resonated through the room, making the other 'ooh' in response, like when a classmate is being called out by the teacher.

After a good laugh, you stood up, poked his leather covered chest and spoke, "Listen popsicle, I had a rough couple of weeks, okay? Threaten me again, and I'll throw you out that window" pointing the open window behind you. "You wouldn't dare" he lowered his head enough to be face to face with you, his lips very close to yours.

After a little snicker, you stole a kiss from him, "Behave handsome, and you'll never know" after a wink you sat again, taking a big sip out of your drink.

To say he was stunned was an understatement, he had his revenge though. After Wanda changed your liquor into water, pulling what you called a reverse Jesus, you weren't drunk enough for when Loki cornered you against a wall and kissed you.

"An eye for an eye, minx" he purred in your ear before vanishing in the air.

Funny, he swore you wouldn't remember, but when you reminded him of it the morning after, he spilled his coffee all over the kitchen counter.

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"Please stay" he brought your mind back to the situation, "Ask the bitch you were with to satisfy you, she must be looking forward to fuck you" he chuckled at your spite, finding it both cute and alluring.

"Is that why you've been unbearable all week? You're jealous." His eyes shone with the power that emanated from within him, power that he knew he had over you.

"I'm not jealous." Your denial made him laugh, even more than he was already having fun with your anger. "Honey, if you wanted my attention so much, you should have told me." He closed the distance, raising one knee to separate your legs and have you closer. .

His goal must have been to devour you, because of the way his tongue tasted the inside of your mouth, a kiss that lit the candle of passion for him.

"Wait," you moved your face, breaking the kiss, searching for air more than anything. He waited a couple of seconds for you to say something else, that you didn't want him, that you hated him, with no response.

Your lack of words guided his hand to cup your neck, gently at first, then pulled roughly until he devoured your mouth again, biting, without regard, the soft flesh of your lips.

"Darling, I've realized how careless I am to leave your needs unattended, let me fix that" he lowered his head to your collarbone and from there to the base of your ear he licked like a wolf getting a taste of his prey. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

You wanted to resist, but his kisses, ever so skillful, his hands traveling from your ass to your hips, just enough to hug them and lift you up, automatically you hooked your legs behind his back, then your hands flew to hang on his shoulders, for support. It was all too much.

This is what he does to get you in motion, you knew it. He pulls you up and then you're so lost in him, there's not enough sense that can overthrow your hunger for his clever touch, the bites he likes to leave as he goes down on you, his smart silver tongue against your clit.

In one swift motion, he laid you down on his bed, still having at least one hand on your hips to keep you grounded.

He wanted to have you again, fast. You, were doomed and lost in his caresses, your hands were all over his back and hair, his own matching your movements, while his pelvis teased yours, thrust after thrust, both undergarments were soaking wet.

As time went by, your doubts dissipated, all that remained was the lust you felt for the evil-born god, who with his hands got rid of all excess clothing. He didn't pay any attention to your lingerie, much less to your wounds. His cock was no mystery to you, he was huge and veiny, perfect for touching all those internal areas that needed his attention, and boy was he good at using it.

His hips collided with yours with each thrust, the sound of skin touching and the wet sound filled the room, as did your moans and his.

Ecstasy was a word you wouldn't use for that moment, there was a knock at the door, and it turned out to be none other than the bitch who accompanied him to the party, which made Loki hit you much harder to divert your attention.

He pulled out of you for a few seconds, then pulled your body towards him, rotating your hips until you were on all fours. He grabbed your hair and he continued fucking you, the thrusts getting stronger and more accurate, hitting every single spot he knows make you week.

"You're mine, to touch, to have, only mine" he breathed against your ear, to which you couldn't respond, the heat clouded your senses, a warm feeling crawled up your core to your chest, a feeling you knew the meaning.

"I love the way you squeeze me when you cum" he said in between panted laughs, "Now, stay, please" you shook your head, "Please love" he then pulled out, grabbed his boxers and came inside them. Disgusted, he threw them on the sink in the bathroom and left the water running on it, until they were soaked, then turned it off and returned to your defeated, tired and ashamed being.

He reached for you as soon as he positioned by your side, but you rolled away from him, "Darling, my sweet love" his hand caressed yours, it was so warm, but of course your pride was stronger than your love for him, so you moved it away from his touch.

"You're still mad at me?" he sounded so surprised, so you laughed, sarcastically obviously. "All this time, you made me believe that you liked me enough".

"What do you mean? I like you," you didn't want to believe anything he said at that moment, "But you still go out with other women, you kiss me, you fuck me and I'm still not enough," again he was left without explanations, " Honey, that's not-" he tried, but he stopped himself, biting his tongue before saying something he'd regret.

"I don't care, you made me think you wanted more than just a quick fuck, but then it was slut after slut" you stood up, first putting on your bra, then your stockings, then your dress, your shoes were actually too much for the state of your legs, so you had them hanging

“Y/n” he called out to you, but you still hadn’t gotten everything out of your chest.

"I'm sick of this, Loki, I don’t wanna do this anymore" holding a tear behind while saying it, burned, but you had to either draw the line or break the cycle.

"But I do like you" that wasn't enough, he thought, still being at loss of proper thinking.

"That’s not the point, horns" he saw in your eyes, and on the way you were hugging your shoes close to your figure, a way to feel your words, deep inside him they resonated.

But before he could feel bad, "It's been a while since you called me that" he purred that sentence like a way to ease the tension.

But you huffed and rolled your eyes, making him lose some of the sanity he had left, "Norns woman, will you tell me what I did wrong?".

"Geez Loki, do I have to think for you too? You used to be so witty, maybe the whores sucked off your brain too"

“Right, stay mad at me for absolutely no reason then, that’s fine by me”

"No reason? I wasted a year of my life to a god, that resulted no different from a regular human asshole"

“Mind your words, mortal”

“Funny, I thought you liked my dirty mouth, horns”

“Just tell me what I can do”

“Figure it out”

As soon as he saw you leave the room, he jumped out of bed, dressed with a spell, and ran after you. The sounds of the party were getting louder, obviously the party continued, a simple fight was always part of Stark's meetings, so people saw it as something common.

“Y/n, you were right” he caught your arm, just before you stepped out to the living room. “I started feeling things for you, but, I couldn’t bring myself to fill in the role of partner you need, not because I didn’t wanted to, the reason is unknown to me” his doubt was the only reason you needed to know that he was still the same prince that blew up his own planet a year ago.

“Sounds void to me” your coldness gave his frozen heart frostbite, so full of truth nonetheless, “I know, but I can’t afford to lose you” it had to stop, you thought, “But you can’t bring yourself to love me properly” you slipped your hand from his touch, “I…We need to stop, I can’t with this”.

It's hard to let go of something you thought you loved but that was destroying you with every kiss and empty promise, but the feeling of freedom that invaded you after a month of detox was unmatched.

Finally, after a month, you stopped caring who he was dating or not, and also the gifts he left at your door, with letters begging for your forgiveness. "You're forgiven, Loki, I'm just not interested in having anything with someone who doesn't know how to take things with responsibility and commitment," much less with a prince who has always had everything on a silver platter and women who lined up to have sex with him.

Maybe he was much more than that, but you didn't know, he never let you see beyond his superficial way of being. You saw some vulnerability when he hugged you after sex and stayed with you until the next morning, and then he said goodbye with a kiss, but after so much pain, you started to doubt if he was really opening up to you, or it was only the reflection his exterior facade.

Either way, life goes on, and so did you.

[fqiryspit]

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?

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summary: y/n went to bed to fall into a new world where she met a boy, Eren. every night she would spend with this imaginary boy, but what happens when one wants to stop dreaming?

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Chapter 10: 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜

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Eren Yeager x Female Reader. College!AU

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【ＥＲＥＮ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

A smile strained on my lips as I walk out of the university, I now have everything (including a dorm) set up for me, I'm gonna be moving in sometime in December since I need to finish up my first semester in my old college

the murky woods right beside me smile with the twigs dripping from the previous downfall, the gray clouds being the prime evidence of the storm -not to mention the beautiful smell of new rain

I could see in the distance that the forest held fog near the dirt where the powdery hue swirled and moved with every gush of wind, looking at it made a sappy smile appear, It reminded me of Y/n and how she saved me that night when I was running through the forest

I've been eating up temazepam nightly just so I can lucid dream Y/n. my eye bags have faded and my mood went up. even tho I'm becoming accustomed to controlling her in my dreams, It still feels...wrong.

-should I be using her like this? fuck, why do I even care so much...-

...why do I even care so much. I swear I've asked that question to myself more than anyone else in these past few months.

stepping over the cracked sidewalk as I keep my head low I hear my name being sprung from someone's lungs

"EREN!!" I look up to see Mikasa and Armin frantically waving at the hood of the cafe, I was supposed to visit them after the meeting with the college, they've probably been waiting so long since I've been caught up in my damn thoughts...like always

I wish I wasn't so caught up in my damn thoughts.

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"I'm so bored"

you whined as you jump onto the couch, rubbing your nose into the cushion as Sasha giggled from the kitchen

"I'm heading out. Maybe you should come with me" She offered, you rolled off the couch and looked up to her to see her put on a sweet smile

"where?" "the cafe, I'm fucking starving"

"hmmm," you puckered your lips and then rolled your baggy eyes "better not, I can't have caffeine" you need to try and actually get sleep tonight, blaming your nightmares on the absurd amount of caffeine you drink

"suit yourself!!" she grabbed her bag and blew you a kiss before slipping through the door, you sighed and turned your head to the window that showed the sappy forest and the droplet of water that splatted your window, excess rain from the roof spilling out in unison as the one little raindrop made "splat" on the window

you rolled off the couch as you hoped to be productive on your off-day, squinting your eyes in thought as you still sat patiently on the floor, acting like an idea was going to come to you any minute...

and then it did.

you jumped up and threw your arms up, frantically waving them around as you almost slip on the wood flooring with your pearly white socks before sliding towards your room

your foot closed the door as you hopped over to your desk, your hand reached over for your tote bag as you grip the handle to balance yourself

you held your sketchbook up with dignity and leaped onto your bed, a proud smile on your face as you flipped through the pages

your chest fills with pride when you see a fairy you drew, a little puffy nose, and pointy ears, adorable.

flick

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"So, anything going on?" Mikasa said with a smile as she stirred her iced coffee, her eyes flicking towards me for a second before falling back to the drink

"Uhm, yeah, the is college finally doing its job and-"

"OH, ENOUGH ABOUT THAT!" Armin practically screamed in the empty cafe, startling the lone worker

"I heard you got a girlfriend!" Mikasa squealed as she rested her wrists on her chin, leaning forward as she waited for an explanation

"who? do we know her? is she nice-" "Yes, yes I'll answer all your questions just let me finish my bagel-"

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are eyes turned to the door to see an auburn-haired girl standing with a determined look on her face, walking to the counter like a man on a mission as she announces her order like a prayer

her eyes flashed to me for a second, and then again. a double-take? why? who is this girl?

"so...you were saying?" Mikasa said, I shook my head and tried to find my voice as I go over the previous conversation, what were we talking about?

"oh, don't tell me it's Sasha now?" Mikasa said while rocking a cocky smile as she leaned back in her chair

Sasha? she knew this girl?

my eyes widen as I struggle to speak, Armin beating me to it as he asks the same question

"Uhh yeah? she is the foody remember? she shares a dorm with-"

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we all flinch at the sound, looking back to see 'Sasha' gone and...Mina.

"Eren?" She said with a slight laugh, walking over to our table as she invites herself to a seat

"O-oh hey Mina" I mumble, looking back at my melty iced coffee as she glows with happiness at this extraordinary accident

Armin nudges Mikasa whispering you can only assume "that's his girlfriend" -because the girlfriend was so highlighted in his tone the whole table couldn't help but hear it

you watched Mikasa's face turn, contorted as she can only hope it was a joke

"I'm gonna order! don't miss me too much" she giggles as she walks over to the counter

My head hung low as I waited for the degradation, 

"Eren...Sasha would've made more sense then...her"

"What's wrong with her?" Armin asked obliviously

"Armin...remember? her and Christa? the little the squad they made?" my eyebrows raised as she was speaking gibberish to me...Christa? squad?

their voices dropped to whispers as they talked about things I couldn't care less about

I couldn't care less about it because,

Why the hell did Sasha smell like Y/n?

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【Ｙ／Ｎ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

you flick the page to the side to see the next one, a guy, he had a muscular build with doe eyes, probably one of the more defining features of him was the bun that sat low on his head

you titled your head at the drawing, brows furrowed as you try to remember the man

you throw your head back as you try to think when you drew him, getting a flicker of the cafe in mind as you start to recall. You remember you were upset... just not why. sadly drawing the man until another one sat next to you.

you look back down that the sketch, twisting your lips in concentration but getting nothing

you chalked it up to be some guy you saw on campus, but still, it's just something about him...you knew him better than just a glimpse

but, it seems like he is just that, a glimpse. a lost snippet of your memory that you'll never recover

and maybe that was for the best.

Chapter 11

˜"*°•.˜"*°• see you soon •°*"˜.•°*"˜

an: Please dont expect this to be updated again for like a really long time..

[icegirl03]

How the tables have turned..

Bradley Bradshaw x reader

Warnings: smut.

Here is part 2

Summary: you and Bradley have a one night stand,what he doesn't know is that you are also a pilot who is called to top gun. How will he react the next morning?

This was requested by the lovely @deeznuggetsbebussin so sorry for the wait and I hope you like it!!🩷

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You never wore dresses,NEVER. Somehow you thought that today was a good night for a little black dress. It was just a day after you landed on Miramar. Admiral Kazansky ordered you to go back to Top Gun for a mission,and you had to go there tomorrow,but for tonight,you weren't a Lieutenant,you were just a girl in a black dress.

"Can I buy you a drink?" A tall guy with a pretty hot moustache sat next to you. A hawaiian shirt and sunglasses tucked in them.

"Uhm, yeah sure" you smiled and turned to face him. "What do they call you?" You asked

"I'm Bradley Bradshaw,callsign 'Rooster'".

What did we have here. He was probably going to be on the same mission as you. But he doesn't have to know everything.

"So you're a pilot huh, that's pretty cool" you add and you notice how his curiosity grew.

He chuckled and a deep sigh left his chest.

"Yeah,my dad was also a pilot..anyway can I have a name?"

"I'm y/n y/l/n, I don't have a callsign like you,but maybe you can call me yours for the night?"

-three hours later-

You pushed him to your bed and hovered above him.

"Let's see Lieutenant Bradshaw, how long can you resist,let's test that pilot stamina huh"

You teased him and sat on top of his clothed cock, slowly grinding your wet core on him. Bradley let out a muffled moan,biting his lip.

"Hell, you're gonna give me a rough night will you?" He flipped you around,so you were under him now. He put his rough calloused hand around your throat,and with the other hand he grabbed both of yours. Your legs spread, and you could feel how hard he was. You reached for him but he had other plans. He started to remove your panties,and put them in his back pocket.

He kissed from your breasts to your bellybutton, and then in your inner thighs, his facial hair making you even more sensitive. He placed a wet kiss on your clit, earning a pornographic moan from you. He started literally making out with your clit,licking and sucking it harshly. You gripped on his hair as you reached your high.

"Shit baby, look what you did to me." Bradley took off his boxers to show you that he had already come in his pants. The sticky white cum literally everywhere. It was out of this world the fact that he came just by giving you pleasure. So you had to turn the favour.

You wrapped his veiny cock around your hand, and started to slowly pump it. Bradley threw his head back and gripped the sheets.

"Oh fuck baby" a deep moan left his throat when you started to drool on the dark pink tip,already tasting the new precum forming.

You put all of him in your mouth,thanking the God's that you had no gag reflex,so you could show off now. You sucked him off sloppily and fast,sucking extra hard on the tip. You felt him get close so you stopped.

"Oh fuck come on!" Braddley was out of breath,already so close yet so far.

"You're gonna have to fuck me first,Lieutenant" you gave him a smirk.

He waisted no more time and put on a condom. He slid into your dripping core slowly,filling you up.

You let out a moan,and started to whisper in his ear.

"Oh Bradley please,faster!"

He picked up his pace, and you were holding on for dear life on his broad shoulders.

"Fuck baby you're gonna make me cum" He moaned into your neck, giving you his final deep thrusts.

That took you over the edge as you moaned loudly, and legs were shaking. You felt him throb inside of you as he let out a deep moan.

As you both rode out from your highs, sleep started to capture both of you.

It was around 3 AM when you pressed a kiss into his bare chest and left the room. The fun for the night was over. You had a mission to attend to. You went back to your house and got some sleep. Tomorrow was a big day.

-the next day-

"Well, someone's in a good mood" Hangman teased Bradley,when he saw the hickies on his neck.

"Hangman,not even you can ruin my day,I just had the most amazing night last night. I met a girl named y/n at the hard deck and.."

He blushed at the thoughts of the event from last night.

"Damn..she was that good?" Payback asked.

Bradley just nodded and looked down.

"She had those eyes-"

"Attention on deck!" Everyone was standing up straight on attention,as Maverick entered the class.

"Sit down everyone, today I come with news. As we know for this mission we need one more member to join the dagger squad. With the orders of Admiral Kazansky, she is going to be the new member of your team. Don't get fooled by her looks." Maverick stated.

"Everyone this is Lieutenant y/f/n y/l/n, callsign "Blood". I hope you welcome her into the team. She will be a great help to all of us."

You walk up in front of the class. Hair in a bun and the flight suit.

Bradley almost fainted.

"Thank you, Captain Mitchell. I am honoured to join this mission. Of course, when Admiral Kazansky calls, I will be at my service."

You look into the class to find Bradley's eyes. He was more than shaken. Maybe he should take a rest today. You took a seat next to hangman.

When the lunch break came, you were surrounded by everyone else.

"If it ain't Blood,as I live and breathe. So you're the one that caught Roosters eyes. Poor guy almost died this morning." Hangman let out a chuckle as he looked at you.

Bradley shook his head and smiled widely.

"WHY didn't you tell me? Do you want me to suffer?"

You laughed and pat his back.

"Well,I like a good amount of Mystery, see you after pre flight,Lieutenant?"

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THANK YOU FOR READING,I HOPE U LIKE IT!

I'm kinda thinking if I should do a part 2? :'l

Tell me what you think!

-mama 🍒

[littlemisssatanist]

frolicking in the flowers

ganyu x cicin mage reader

you get sent to liyue on indefinite leave. you meet a cocogoat.

well hello there. i’ve come out of my hidey hole on account of ao3 being down and me being absolutely bored out of my mind. so i went searching through my notes app bc a lot of times i’m delirious and write stuff and then forget about it and found this hidden gem (?) details below split.

it’s not finished bc there’s like three sentences that were supposed to set up the anal… and uhm if y’all want that then just like. get this to 100 likes and i’ll consider it. (but probably not idk)

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Sub! Ganyu, Dom! Reader / Dubious consent / Aphrodisiac / Hoohaw eating 🍽

You knelt down, grabbing the flower by its stem and yanking. You brought up your arm with enough strength to take out the whole root of the flower. Dirt sprayed everywhere and you made a face.

Sighing in frustration, you sat down with a soft thump, kneading the flower stem in between your fingers. The sun was at its highest point in the sky, beating down on Liyue relentlessly.

Yes, you were in Liyue. After the fiasco in Mond, your superior had sent you to the next nation over. Except the Harbinger Childe had no need for you, and dismissed you almost immediately for a ‘break.’

So now you were stuck here for however long. It was awful.

You threw the flower away, spatting in distaste. Your neck was slick with sweat. Thank the Tsaritsa you weren’t wearing your work uniform, or else you would probably be melting in the heat.

“I want a popsicle.” You mutter.

The pink dress you were wearing had a dark green stain at the hem and you frowned, annoyance rising. What you wouldn’t do to be back in Snezhnaya.

But unless Harbinger Childe sent you away or your Lady back home asked for your presence, there was nothing to be done.

“I might as well do something fun.” You muse, squinting your eyes as you tried to block off the incoming headache. “Don’t want to waste away…”

The sound of hilichurls caught your attention. Your head snapped in their direction, ears listening intently.

They didn’t seem to be in your immediate vicinity, but you didn’t want to stay near a hilichurl camp at all, especially in your tired state (who knew that doing nothing at all could be so exhausting?)

You got to you feet, dusting off your dress. It did nothing to help.

“Eeep!”

You froze. Then you sighed again, stomping your foot on the ground. How annoying. You couldn’t just leave a defenseless civilian to die by hilichurl, could you? Even the Fatui had their limits (except for maybe the Harbingers. They had no limits, they were all crazy).

But you had limits. Especially if it was a civilian who did nothing wrong, or tried to interfere with your plans (you had none anyways).

So you turned around, racing to where you heard the hilichurls from. You got to the top of a hill, looking down. There were hilichurls there, all right. Except they were all dead and a woman with light blue hair was standing in the middle. She held a bow, and you could spot a Cryo vision dangling from her hip.

You made your way down the hill. The hilichurls were beginning to disintegrate now, floating away into ashes.

As you came closer, you realized to woman had horns. Perhaps she wasn’t a civilian. You crept forward cautiously.

“Hmm? Oh!” The horned woman noticed you.

She was very pretty, you thought. Curvy, too. Suddenly, you had an idea. Admittely, a very bad idea, but like implied earlier, you were very bored.

“Hi!” You said, adopting a cheerful persona. “What’s your name?”

“Oh!” The woman said again, feeling flustered. Her cheeks turned a light pink. Cute. “My name is Ganyu.”

“Well Gan-yu.” You roll her name over your tongue. “What happened here?”

“I was sleeping…” She said softly. “And then a bunch of hilichurls attacked me! But I killed them all before they got to me.” Ganyu smiled, looking proud of herself.

“Oh, are you a Vision user?” You ask, appearing interested.

“Yes, I have a Cryo one!” Ganyu brushed it with her hand, looking down. Her head snapped up suddenly. “Do you have one?”

You giggle, hiding your mouth behind a hand. “No, I don’t. It does sound interesting though, doesn’t it?”

Ganyu nodded, bringing her hands to her horns. “Oh… I think I’m late to something.” She looks at you. “Sorry, can we talk again later? It was nice to meet you.”

“Of course. This time again tomorrow?”

She nodded, turning around and disappearing over the hill.

The next time you met up, you brought a few toys with you. Random objects you could buy separately without anyone suspecting a thing, but you had plans for all of them.

You laid out a picnic blanket, light pink with off-white dots. Then you set down your basket, waiting for Ganyu to arrive.

She appeared right on time, exclaiming softly when she saw your little display. “Oh! How wonderful!”

Ganyu sat down, tucking her legs under her thighs. She’s not wearing the same outfit as yesterday; instead she donned a soft blue dress that went down to her knees. She patted the space around her, looking eager for what would happen next.

“I brought some snacks for us!” You said brightly, bringing out a box of пирожки. They looked like normal pirozhki, if it weren’t for the little something you sprinkled in while making them.

Ganyu looked over them, fluttering her hands. “Which one should I choose?… They all look so delicious!”

“Here, take this one.” You pick one randomly and bring it to her lips. She paused for only a moment before opening her mouth and gently biting into the sweet pastry.

“Mm!” Ganyu moans, soft powder dusting her lips. “That’s so good!”

“Isn’t it? I made them myself.” A lie. You only… fixed them up.

“You’re really talented!” Ganyu says, clasping her hands together.

“Thank you.” You say, watching as a soft blush creeps up Ganyu’s cheeks. Good, it was working.

“Mmm…” Ganyu mutters. “It’s getting a little hot.”

She shifts in her seat, closing her eyes. Her mouth is open in a little ‘o’, and small puffs of breath comes out as her chest moves up and down.

“Are you alright?” You ask, faking concern. You lean over, bringing a hand over Ganyu’s forehead.

“I’m so sorry!” Ganyu says, flustered. “I feel weird all of a sudden… your hand is very cool…”

She leans into your palm, and you shuffle closer. Ganyu sighs, pressing into your figure. Her eyes are closed, and you take the initiative to trail your fingers down her thigh.

Slowly, carefully, you bring your hand to her crotch. Ganyu gasps, her eyes flying open. She tries to twist to look at you, but you grab hold of her shoulder and keep her in place.

“It’s ok… let me help you.” You purr next to her ear. You take the edge of the dress and flip it out of the way, revealing her wet panties.

Ganyu breaths heavily, watching your hand with attention. She sank into you as you touched her again, throwing her head back. “Look at you. How precious.”

You stroke her a few more times, enjoying how your fingers get wetter. Ganyu let’s out breathy moans, and your free hand travels to put a finger in her mouth. She closed it immediately, tongue swirling.

You slip your hand under the band of her panties, feeling her wet folds. Slowly you insert your middle finger into her, watching as she arches her back and whines. “Ah!”

You take your hand out of her mouth, carefully settling her body onto the ground. With your finger still inside of her pussy, the moving around makes Ganyu press her thighs against your arm. You smile.

Taking out the finger, you ignore Ganyu’s whimpers and string her soaking panties up and over her legs, one by one. You run your hand up and down her thighs, throwing her right leg over your shoulder. “You’re flexible.” You say. “Good.”

Lowering your head to be level with her pussy, you flick your tongue out to taste it. The juices start flowing harder as Ganyu cries out in pleasure. You press a chaste kiss to her inner thigh before slipping your tongue back into her folds.

Ganyu trembles as your tongue goes faster and faster, letting out noises that would embarrass anyone who came near them.

It wasn’t long until she climaxed. Her back arched incredibly, and her mouth fell open. She stayed that way for a few seconds before collapsing.

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 2

Synopsis: its the Monday after, what will the meeting involve for the Doctor and y/n?

a/n: uhm idk how sustainable my current writing rampage is. But tadah. We're writing to make ourselves happy. Set in the pov of the reader. Thank you to all who reads.

The Thursday after your meeting with Professor Smith, you felt like you didn’t even want to work. You could have sat on that bench until the evening chill came and claimed you.

Much more agreeable than one of your appointments canceling on you. You really needed the extra 150 quid.

Friday came and went. Nothing but dead air on the phones. The bookings girl was apologetic and let you have half a puff off her joint.

Such was life.

You were itching to get the weekend over. There was a footie match on, so you expected the bare minimum and weren’t let down.

Guess you were shopping at Aldi again, and figuring out how much of your savings you could really chip away at.

Monday was cold and dreary, it slapped you awake with your alarm. Your financial worries were keeping your sleep restless.

Not that you already wouldn’t have been kept up.

Your first class of the morning was somber. It wasn’t as dazzling at Professor Smith’s. The lecturer lacked chutzpah. Showmanship. Just droned on about hum-drum statistics and their relationships on graphs. You felt yourself slipping into a stupor.

By the time the class ended, you had lost most of your fingernails and had bitten a sizable swell on your tongue.

You dragged yourself into the toilets and started fixing yourself up. You were so nervous and every time you saw that man you fought the urge to drown yourself in the Avon. The man was beyond entrancing. Everything he said drew you in. And his flourishes?

Hypnotic.

You fixed your make up, glitter you had from your usual rota had built itself up in the corner of your eyes , no matter how much hard scrubbing you’d do, it would be there until it was time to get back to work on Thursday evening. You only had one class on Fridays so you could easily take two shifts.

You applied some chap stick to soothe a newly-chewed hole in your lip.

You muffled a scream into the sleeves of your jumper. You really didn’t know what was getting into you. It felt like your entire brain was sliding both downwards and to the left out of your skull. Through your ear. You were beyond close to failing this term. The term had barely started, but you knew it wasn’t going well!

And right now, you couldn’t afford to mess up.

You cursed yourself for following his order of “So long as it’s your last.” With your cigarettes. You threw away the entire, barely depleted pack into the trash can near the bus stop immediately after your meeting.

That entire ten minutes left you giddy and thrown off.

You sprayed some perfume on you and took a deep breath before trudging your way down to his office.

You knocked tentatively.

“Ah, come in (y/n)!” He announced.

His office was warm. Dynamic. He had an electric guitar perched on the wall. Overcrowded. There was so much to take it

Warm.

When so much of the university was drafty and got worse on days with bad weather. His office felt safe. Like somewhere there was an invisible fireplace roaring. It was more than comfortable. It was cozy.

You plunked your bag across the shoulder of the chair that faced the desk and started trying to drag out your notebook for his class.

He waved you down.

“No need for that, just yet.” He smiled easy. His holey sweater layered with a tee-shirt and hoodie matched it. The usual blazer he donned for lecture slung across his chair.

“How was your weekend?”

“I just worked. It was so slow.” You confessed.

“What about those appointments?”

You let out a nervous, yet angry laugh. “Oh, one canceled on me.” You tugged on your jumper. It was warm in here and you got nervous when anyone asked anything regarding work. You didn’t want anyone to know. Especially a professor at your school! What would the consequences be? The two worlds of you and your work never should meet. You tapped on your thigh.

“And yours?”

“Not much to report, just also work.”

“Ahh.” You replied. You felt awkward.

“Uhhmm, I have accommodations put in by the university for my stuff. But right now, I don’t think they’re working? And the office who deals with that is totally backed up and can’t see me right now.” You drummed on your thigh a bit more and pleaded with your eyes. You were way out of your depth. You were just hoping maybe he’d have some pity. Some empathy. His class was engaging. He talked so well about everything. It was labeled as a philosophy class, but it felt more like some advanced physics class at time. He was poetical and waned on about too many a topic.

It challenged you, and you did like that.

You went back to trying to claw your notebook out. He tenderly grabbed it out and placed it on the desk.

“Thanks!” You replied to the gesture…

He produced a plate of chocolate chip cookies out of seemingly nowhere. They seemed freshly baked.

“Since I’ll be keeping you from lunch…” He shrugged. “Hope you don’t mind. We have to go over everything.”

You took one, it was big and gooey. Delicious. Had a hint of something else in it that you couldn’t place.

“Now, love, what are we looking at?” He muttered rifling through the pages.

“Fuck if I know.” You blurted out. “Sorry for my language.” You slapped your hand across your mouth, as if to stop anymore profanity from escaping your lips.

“It’s fine, heard worse. You should hear my wife. Mouth like a sailor! She once went in for twenty minutes at some dignitaries that wouldn’t let her scarper off with an artifact!” He laughed.

The minute he mentioned a wife, something in your chest fell down deep inside your gut.

Of course he’s married! He fit the entire profile. You should have known that from a mere glance. His age, married. White collar job. This place was probably his passion. The one good outlet that stopped him from visiting other places…

You stopped yourself from putting him in a neat little box. That was for work. Not for school. You mentally shook yourself.

“She sounds a riot! What does she do?”

“Oh, she was an archeologist! And a professor! Total bad girl.” He reminisced.

The ‘was’ put that sunken feeling back in your chest.

“Your notes are amazing. Very detailed. Really appreciate the scribbles and the note of ‘if you can’t focus today-> you’re wasting £76.21 today’”. He pointed out your mathematical equation you did breaking down the cost of tuition, the fees and the exact price each class cost per day.

“Am I wrong though?” You grimaced.

“You’ve got the wrong perspective, but I can see where you’d go with that. Capitalism has ruined what should be a shaping experience for you!”

You scratched your neck and shook your head.

“Yeah.”

You both poured yourselves over the topics covered and the remarks you made about it in your ongoing scribbled in reminders to yourself about class.

You felt him leave his seat and move over to the one beside you, probably meant for another student. The way his hands (large, sinuous, seemingly decently manicured, thin and well-jointed, you noticed appreciatively.) Combed the paper and tapped on words was enthralling.

The conversation expanded. He was letting you go off and follow your own conclusions about the subjects at hand. He commented and helped you link one thought to the other. Like a well-oiled duo. The office lights warmly reflected off the steely blue eyes that seemed to glow and shimmer when you made your own conclusions that fell in line with the lesson he was trying to give one so and so day in so and so page of note. You felt yourself relax and curl into the chair, sat cross-legged.

“So that means that time isn’t effectively real It’s a construct as much as a hobby?” You reported your findings from the deep trudged corners of your mind.

“Fuck yeah!” He shouted. Echoing your sudden use of profanity earlier…

It was oddly endearing.

He caught your gaze and you saw yourself in those haunting blue eyes. There were things brewing in those eyes. His mind was working faster and more erratically than yours was. And you were the expert on racing thoughts and flying minds.

Or so you thought…

You quickly dropped your gaze.

A red, hot flush ripped through your body. It was like he stripped you bare. And not in the way so many others have seen you bare. It was like he was inside your head. He was inside you, your very soul.

You became all to aware of your body again, the sudden ricochet into personhood was oddly violating. You uncrossed your legs and tore at what remained of your one middle finger’s nail. Really gouging into the skin around it. Doing the ultimate amount of damage. The casual, open phase of this meeting had ended.

He noticed your change and smoothed himself out.

You hated that you were the catalyst for this tone shift.

“I’ve kept you too long, (y/n). Why don’t you go. I’ll email you if I can see you next Monday.”

The thing in your chest from earlier sunk deep again. Further than the last time.

You gathered your things and made your apologies with your eyes. Walking out, you noticed your middle finger was bleeding. Profusely.

The campus felt colder than ever.

You could have shot yourself.

[locklyleiscanon]

A piercing scream woke me out of a dead sleep.

Lucy

Without bothering to grab anything (a fact I'd later chastise myself for), I bolted up to Lucy's room.

I found her thrashing in her bed, nightmare clearly haunting her sleep. I ran over to her, kneeled beside her bed, and shook her slightly. "Lucy," I whispered. She didn't show even the slightest reaction to my presence.

Shaking her harder, I called her name louder and louder until I was all but screaming it.

Her eyes flew open and she looked around frantically.

"Lockwood?" she asked tentatively, like she wasn't sure if she was still dreaming or not.

"Yeah, Luce, it's me. You were having a nightmare."

"Oh," she said and without warning threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and digging her face into my collarbone. I only managed to stay upright thanks to years of Visitors appearing out of nowhere.

"Hey, hey it's ok," I said softly as I wrapped my arms around her.

I could feel her crying in my shoulder but I didn't care. (If I was being honest with myself, I liked the feeling of holding her.)

Suddenly she pulled back like she just realized what she was doing. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean... I just... You're not wearing a shirt."

I... What?! The rapid change in topic meant it took my brain a few moments to catch up. That's what she chose to focus on? The fact that I wasn't wearing a shirt?

"Er no sorry... You know I don't wear shirts to bed and I didn't think to grab one when I heard you screaming."

"Right. Right. S-Sorry for waking you. You can go back to sleep if you want."

"Don't apologize, Luce. There's nothing to apologize for."

Don't you know I'll come running any time you need me?

"Can I do anything to help? Tea? Water? Another blanket?"

"Actually..." She trailed off and looked away from me.

When it was clear that she wasn't going to finish her thought, I gently pulled her face back to look at me. "What is it, Luce?"

"Canyoustayherewithmetonight?"

"I'm sorry... That was too fast. I couldn't understand you." The truth was I understood her perfectly well but my brain refused to accept what she said.

She let out a long sigh. "Will you stay here with me? Norrie used to stay with me sometimes when I had nightmares and it helped me sleep better."

"Of course I will, Lucy. Let me just go grab a pillow and blanket for the floor."

"oh... Uhm... Actually I meant stay with me in the bed?" Now, Lucy was bright red and I could see the flush even in the dark. I'm sure I was the same shade.

"Oh. Right. Of course."

I awkwardly stood up from where I'd been kneeling as she shifted over in her bed. I slid in beside her and we both started at the ceiling with our limbs straight and untouching.

A few moments later she chuckled. "Ok this is awkward."

Oh good it wasn't just me.

"I uh... I've never shared a bed with anyone. Not since... Well, not since I was a little kid." Not since I lost my family went unspoken.

"Do you mind if I ummm... Can I do something?"

"Anything" I breathed out.

Oh shit I didn't mean it to sound like that.

Luckily Lucy took it in stride and pulled my arm away so she could lay on my chest. Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around her.

Oh this was much nicer.

"Tell me something, Lockwood."

"like what?"

"Anything. I just want to hear you talk."

"Ok" I began. "There was this one time..."

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Tangerines and deers- part 2

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“It was an accident. Tragic.” Ladybug stuttered and Lemon laughed at that. “Bizarre, even.”

“Cool story, bro, but uhm, I think that you and your partner here had your own plans of getting out of here with that case.” He pointed to you, who was sitting on the other side.

“No, no, no.”

“Pinning a body on us. Hoping the white death is so busy cuttin’ off our arms instead of cuttin’ off our fingers. It’s like Thomas the Tank Engine always says: “Simple is better.””

“The kids show?” You and ladybug asked at the same time.

“Yes, the fucking ki- man- I learned everything about people from Thomas. Everything.”

“I took 3 years in psychology, but Thomas sounds more fun.” You muttered.

“Really?” Ladybug asked Lemon, interested.

“It’s how I can read people like you so well. And you are a diesel.”

“Not really. This guy is like.. the equivalent of a golden retriever. A golden retriever that just happens to have really bad luck and so he gets sick and put down.” You explained.

“That’s dark. And I am not a diesel.”

“You’re the diesel-est diesel…”

“Not even close.”

“I’ve ever seen in my life, man. Cause diesels bluff. They go too far.”

“I’m trying to get diesels out of my life, you know?”

“If there was a gun under this table, yeah, I’d be as dead as that kid over there.” He pointed to the one next to you.

“Wait what? He’s dead?” You lifted his glasses and immediately put them back on.

“Yup. Yup. Definitely dead and not sleeping.” You said, moving to the other side.

Lemon used that as a distraction, and he grabbed Ladybugs arm, which caused his head to hit the table. Ladybug closed his laptop onto his head. He punched Lemon twice but lemon kicked him. Then, as Ladybug was on the ground he kicked him in his crotch.

The lady shushed them again, before turning around again. Lemon threw a laptop at ladybug.

You sighed and got up, and got your own gun from your purse.

“Seriously? I told you not to bring a gun.” Ladybug shook his head.

You held it to Lemon’s face.

“Thanks, although you could’ve helped earlier you know?” Ladybug said.

“Whatever, now can me and my partner please leave?”

“No can do, sorry Deer.” He said, kicking you and knocking you down, you groaned and held your leg. And Ladybug grabbed the laptop and smacked him in the head with it.

“Thanks.” You said to him.

“Who’s helping who now?” He smirked and opened up the laptop, you sat on the other side where there wasn’t any dead or passed out people.

“Shh! I’ll call the conductor!” The lady whispered again.

“Eat a bag of dicks, lady!” The woman gasped at his foul words “I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m working on it.”

The lady turned back around while you snickered.

“Here.” You tossed him a bottle of some white stuff.

“The fuck is that?” You asked.

“Cocaine.” He retorted sarcastically.

“Funny.”

He put it in the water. And looked at the dead guy next to him.

“Told you he was definitely dead.”

He grabbed the gun on the floor, it was Lemons.

“I’m not a diesel, you’re a diesel.”

He hid the empty gun behind some suitcases.

“You should do the same. I told you that guns weren’t necessary.”

“Nope.”

You opened his phone and saw that tangerine was near so he put his hat and glasses back on.

“Ow!” He said, as he put his hat on and noticed his head bleeding.

“Follow me.” You said, as you headed to the bathroom.

You guys went into the bathroom. “Sit down.” You told him, digging around in your bag.

“You sit down.” He muttered, while also sitting down.

You got on your knees and took off his hat again, as you focused and started to clean around the wounds. You also cleaned the blood.

“Anything else that might be a problem?” You said, putting a bandage on his nose.

“No. Thank you.” He said, getting up and calling Maria as you guys walked around the train again.

“There’s another body here.”

“Of course there is.” She said.

“Not my fault, and I believe it’s the son of the white death.”

“Did the twins ID you guys?”

“Did you hear what I said? White death. Death. Death.” He repeated.

“Snatch and grab, my ass.”

“I don’t know, kinda like this mission. It reminds me of my old ones before I got stuck with snatch and grab ones.” You said.

“Of course you do.” He rolled his eyes. “Theres someone else doing a job on this train.”

“The twins. We know that.”

“Again, not twins.” Ladybug said.

“I feel like it’s more than them.” You said, trusting your gut.

“What? Put her on.” She said to Ladybug and handed you the phone.

“What do you mean, Deer?”

“I mean I think there’s more than just the twins doing a job here. Some of these people are kind of suspicious. And the wolf just happens to end up here? I don’t buy it.”

“Just get the case and get off, I don’t need two of my best people dying.” She sighed and you handed the phone back to ladybug.

“They’re here for the kid, but somebody killed the kid.” He said, putting a golf club through the door.”the guy with the knife.”

“The wolf.”

“He said he came here for revenge. He just happened to run into me, because of course he did. The kid was poisoned in the same way as El Sbarro was at the wedding.”

“It’s El Saguaro. The same killer?”

“Yeah.” He said, as you and him stacked suitcases.

“I’m like MacGyver.” He said, and peeked into a cage. All of a sudden a snake flew out.

“Oh hell nah!” You screamed and backed up, you went behind Ladybug.

“I know that snake. Is that- ITS A GODDAMN BOOMSLANG SNAKE!” You shrieked.

“I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS.”

“It’s a poisonous snake, very poisonous.” Is all you said.

“How do you know this stuff?” He asked as you guys made your escape.

“I also studied Zoology when I was 13. Stopped after 5 years.” You explained and practically ran away from the snake.

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“Shit.” Tangerine said as he saw his brother on the table. He groaned as he woke up.

“Oh thank God. For a minute there… Jesus Christ, you had a bit of a Bosh, pal.”

He slapped him and lemon just groaned.

“Alright, five stations to Kyoto. Better get tickety-boo.” He said, leaving Lemon and going to find the two.

“Would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?”

“I would.” You said.

“No, no.”

“Ah fucknuts.” He said, as he saw the conductor. You were underneath the tables and he sat on the chair.

“And if it wasn’t clear, I meant yes.”

“The conductor, I don’t have a ticket.”

“Not sure that’s your biggest concern.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked as he saw you on the floor.

“Trying to be smart in my hiding.” You hit his leg.

“Ow. And you don’t understand, this guys like Criss- fucking- Angel. He pops up everywhere. He slows me down, tangerine catches me, I am dead. Dead. Dead.”

“I wouldn’t mind being killed by him.” You muttered as you sat on the seat next to him. He groaned.

“Yeah I k.. hold on.” He said and went over to the guy next to them.

“Hey bro. Wanna make an easy 200 bucks?”

“Is this like a… like a sex thing?” He looked at ladybug and then at you.

Ladybug just stared in confusion.

“Nope..”

“Oh, okay, I was kidding. Uh, yeah, what’s up? What do you need, bro?” The man said.

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Tangerine struggled to get the door open, and so he stole a stuffed animal, put his gun in it and shot. Which only opened the door a little bit.

Tangerine saw the hat and had thought it was Ladybug, he looked for the girl but hadn’t seen her.

“All right, games up, big boy. Where is the case?” Tangerine said to him, but it wasn’t the same man.

“Tell me and I promise I’ll only shoot you enough-“

“Whoa, whoa, um, is this the sex stuff?”

Then, firecrackers started exploding and a man yelled. Tangerine went over there.

“I do love an accent.” The man said.

[conchilious]

Incorrect use of an Easy Bake Oven

(Cross posted from Ao3; I'm neither good at writing or writing bsd characters, so sorry if they're a little ooc :((, Also Also, I wrote this instead of sleeping because I couldn't just sleep this idea away, so uh, yeah, enjoy :3)

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Dumpster diving. Chuuya personally couldn't stand it, Mostly the smells and often times the sight of the trash was just God awful. But what's something he hated more than dumpster diving? Osamu Dazai. Otherwise known as the shitty mackerel that he'd personally would like to throw off a bridge.

Yet here he was, leaning against a dumpster, all while Dazai decided he'd go dumpster diving in hopes that someone threw something that would kill him. The thought of that made his eyes roll, but he went anyways to make sure he doesn't actually end up dying.

*

The sound of clinking bottles and paper being shoved could be heard, yet the stench of what Chuuya assumed to be alcohol and rotten food could be smelt, making his stomach wrench in a not so good way. With Dazai's coat being half hazardly left on the dirty concrete of the alleyway.

"Hey blockhead, When are you gonna get out of there? It smells awful over there." Chuuya says, grimacing at the smell, holding back the urge to gag.

"Hmm…I dunno" Dazai says in his typical tone, it made Chuuya want to punch the hell out of him. "Maybe we'll find some goodies in here~!" He says, poking his head out of the dumpster to grin deviously at Chuuya, only to be met by a scoff.

"You're disgusting, you know that? I swear I can see the filth on your disgusting face." He says, covering his nose, Dazai laughs as a result.

"Wimp. Real Men know how to get dirty!" He says a little too confidently for Chuuya's taste as he practically dives back into the trash. Chuuya could feel his eye twitch as he groans in annoyance, he could just leave, but he wouldn't, a little part of him was curious to see if Dazai would find anything worth nabbing.

*

After about a good 10 minutes went by, Chuuya could here a gasp from within the dumpster. "Now THIS is a gem!" Dazai says as he pops back up with a roughed up, yet unopened box.

Chuuya raises a brow. "Uhm, what the heck is it?" He asks, clearly not as stoked about said box as Dazai is. Dazai hops out of the Dumpster, holding the box like it was the greatest treasure known to mankind.

"It's one of the greatest inventions ever created." He says, holding the box up, Chuuya was expecting something a little more… majestic? No, maybe more interesting. He gives an unamused stare, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "…An easy bake oven..? Isn't that a toys for little girls?" He asks, clearly uninterested in it. Dazai gives an overdramatic gasp, feigning offense.

"What? No way! Don't tell me you've never had a sweet delectable treat made by an easy bake oven!" He says, holding the box to his chest, his smirk widening.

"We can head back to my place to test this bad boy out if you want." He says confidently, almost like it was a honor for him to suggest it. Chuuya raises a brow in mock offense.

"You mean your shitty shipping container that has no air circulation whatsoever? Yeah no thanks." He crossed his arms, watching as Dazai set his free hand over his chest, feigning sadness.

"Ouch, you wound me, Chibi.." he says in a dramatized sad tone, his shoulders dropping a little. "As if your messy apartment that you definitely haven't cleaned is any better?" He says, smirking.

Chuuya scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Atleast I have a window." He says as he huffs in annoyance. "And besides how do we even know it'll still work or if the ingredients that usually come with it aren't y'know, expired? Or covered in maggots?" He says, raising a brow. Dazai gives a shit-eating grin. "That's the fun part, we're gonna find out." His grin widens.

Chuuya sighs, shaking his head, knowing fully well that this was going to go awfully.

*

As soon as they got to Chuuya's apartment, Dazai made a beeline for the main room, not even bothering to take his shoes off, which usually would annoy Chuuya, but he can't really be talking when his apartment is a mess.

Dazai practically rips the box apart, taking out the easy bake oven with excitement plastered on his face, Chuuya doesn't think he's seen the boy so excited about something so small. He says down across from Dazai, the easy bake oven in between the two. With Dazai looking over the instructions.

"So…how do we get this thing to work?" Chuuya asks as he picks up one to the ingredient packets, looking for an expiration date of any kind. Dazai shrugs. "I think it needs batteries..?" Chuuya looks up at him, raising a brow. "What do you mean 'I think'? I thought this junk worked like a damn toaster!" He says, sounding almost dumbfounded as he went back to inspecting the several accessories that came with the oven.

Dazai looks at the instructions page, looking it over again. "These instructions are in a different language-" he says, looking at it like it was a stray dog on the street. Chuuya looks back up at Dazai, his eye twitching as he took the instructions and simply swapped the sides. "Turn the page. You were reading the English instructions you dimwit." He says in annoyance. Dazai lets out a little 'oh' as he went back to reading the instructions.

Eventually, after scrounging around Chuuya's apartment, they found some batteries. "Do you think there will work?" Chuuya questions, raising a brow as he watches Dazai practically shove the batteries in, not even bothering to screw the battery cover up all the way. "Of course it will, when have I ever been wrong?" He says confidently. "A lot of things actually." Chuuya says deadpanned. Dazai lets out a 'tch' sound. "My condolences then, because I think you're very much incorrect." He says with a giggle and a grin. Chuuya scoffs, watching Dazai plug the oven in.

"Okay so now what? Do we just do normal baking shit orrr…?" Chuuya asks looking down that the ingredient packets. "Because these aren't good, infact they're expired by a month." Dazai shrugs. "Let's us 'em anyways." Which was immediately met with a "Hell no." From Chuuya. "What? Why not?" He asks, sounded offended. "Because I want to try some to, without ingesting something that's definitely a biohazard." He says sarcastically.

"Well myyyy bad, I assumed you didn't want to try any, I did drag it out the trash after all." Dazai says, crossing his arms in a sassy manner. Chuuya scoffs. "Well I'm curious, you talk about this shitty oven like it's some sort of godsend." Chuuya says, pointing at the oven while giving an unamused stare at Dazai. "That's cause it is!" He says, patting the oven. "Right, whatever you say, Dazai." Dazai says as he makes a mocking hand motion, pretending it's Chuuya talking as he makes a poor excuse for a poker face, acting as if he isn't sitting in front of the person he's mocking. "You know I can see you doing that, stupid." He says, his eye twitching. Dazai smirks. "I know." He says smugly. He was definitely messing with Chuuya on purpose, and it was working.

"I'm going to throw this stupid oven at you, shithead." Chuuya threatens. "No you won't." Dazai says, He knew Dazai wasn't bluffing, but he assumed that wouldn't actually throw the oven itself, maybe a pillow or whatever was in his arms reach. "Yes I will." Chuuya says, eyeing the oven. "Prove it. Do it you won't, you wimp-" Dazai says as Chuuya immediately chucks the oven at him, obviously not hard enough to do actual damage, but enough to make him fall backwards.

"Rude ass." Dazai says, staying on his back and holding his forehead. Staring at the ceiling. "I said I was gonna do it." Chuuya said, crossing his arms. "Fair enough." He says in defeat. Chuuya smirks. "Are you sorry for doubting me?" He says smugly, staring down at Dazai. Dazai hums for a moment, setting his free hand on his chin. "Hm…nope" he says smugly back with a smirk. "Moron." Chuuya says deadpanned. "Asshole" Dazai replies back.

Dazai sat up, holding the oven. "I think you broke it" he says, frowning slightly. "Whoops." Chuuya says sarcastically. "You don't mean that." Dazai says looking up at Chuuya. "Yeah, that's kinda the point, idiot."

*

The rest of the day was spent trying to make a very much broken easy bake oven to work, though they ended up throwing it off a bridge into the lake to see how big of a splash it could make, seeing as it had no use anymore thanks to a certain someone.

[stardewvalleyhc]

Elliot‘s home (part 1)

(Im still editing it but I decided to go ahead and post it.)

Jas deserved better. Marnie deserved better and I couldn’t be. I tried again and again and everytime I’d wake up in a cold sweat on the floor surrounded by beer cans. The bitter taste lingering in my mouth the rest of the day as if it was a reminder of how I failed them. I dreaded going to work, Joja mart sucked but it was money. Though everyday I thought about quitting without fail. The amount of times I cried in that break room hell if I could even keep count of that. That’s why I spent my afternoons in the saloon but so did he. Little Mr Perfect, perfect long ginger hair, perfect sun kissed skin with little brown freckles. He had good posture, good teeth, he wore nice clothes. Expensive looking clothes. It boiled my blood to be in the same room as him. The worst was when he’d sit down next to me. He’d notice I was in a bad mood and his majesty would grace me with his presence. He looked at me with pity I assume— I’m the village drunk so why wouldn’t he?

“I’m not a charity case.” I mumbled under my breath.

I had enough to deal with with my dead end job I didn’t need this guy trying to cheer me up. I pushed his arm away as he tried to do a little awkward side hug. “I don’t even know you” That wasn’t technically a lie as he had only been there for a few months. Though the face he made made me wince a bit.

“Oh…right…sorry. Uhm…well do you like to read?” Elliot questioned tilting his head slightly.

“Not really.” I said threw my teeth. This guy just didn’t quit did he?

“Well if you ever get into reading-“ I stopped him right there.

“I’m NOT getting into reading.”

“…I’m sorry am I bothering you?”

“Yes! You think your so much better then me don’t you?!”

“What?! No! I don’t-“

“Your not helping me! I don’t need you to act like some kind of prince rescuing me from myself Just leave me alone!”

“….oh…I’m sorry.” Elliot walked away. I could feel cold glances from the other people at the bar. I decided to go home.

I walked- stumbled back to my house. Grumbling all the way there, I stared at the ground as I attempted to steady my balance. Maybe now people would leave me alone. I got home, Marnie nearly scared me half to death just standing there before she yelled at me. I knew she hated yelling, she was a nice lady but she knew how to put her foot down.

“I don’t like you staying out so late- look at you you can barely stand.” Marnie crossed her arms as she watched my struggle to take my shoes off. “Jas wanted to collect eggs with you today. I finally had to do it with her. Your missing her childhood.”

“I see her everyday Marnie!”

“You always complain about never having money it’s because your lining Gus’s pockets.”

“Hey! Gus is a good guy! Leave him out of this!”

“Jas wants you here…she needs you here…she hates when you come home drunk.”

“I’m sorry.”

“…I only say this because I’m worried about you.” Marnie rubbed my back. She use to do that all the time. I had only noticed then how long it had been.

After that we go to our rooms and go to bed. I looked up at the ceiling, my thoughts on my actions throughout the day even though my clarity is a bit shot from the booze I knew I was a bit harsh with Elliot but at the same time I got angry just thinking about him again. That smooth sounding voice was a nightmare and my brain played his words over and over again. I decided I didn’t have to be friends with him but I at least should apologize. So I rolled over on my side and went to sleep.

The next day I thought my brain would burst out of my skull. I stumbled to the bathroom and washed my mouth . I realized I didn’t even change my clothes that night so my usual clothes smelt like sweat and beer. Not that I was going to do anything about it except just wear it again. Then I took a shower, hair care routine consisted of washing it then drying it. That’s it. ‘I bet Elliot puts some fancy pants stuff in his hair. I bet he spends an hour on his hair. I bet-‘ I shook my head. The more I thought about Elliot that way the more I’d try to shrug off the apology to him. I left the bathroom and redressed before starting to head out. I normally tried to rush out as I’m not really a breakfast person but Marnie always tries to catch me and force me to eat. She gave me a piece of toast so I grabbed it and walked to work nibbling on it as I went. Work was…work. Every day seemed harder then the next, i look for every opportunity to take stuff from the back that I can. Especially pepper poppers. After being lectured by my boss about having a “customer ready smile” my shift ended and I was free. I was heading to the saloon again straight from work and who do I see. Of course I’d run into Elliot who looked like a kicked dog when we made eye contact. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but quickly closed it. He was usually so cocky but he seemed so awkward. Had what I said really gotten to him? Well now I felt even worse about it. If him being pompous was annoying then seeing him like this was a hundred times worse. His fluffy hair almost seemed deflated along with his ego. Maybe that’s where he stored it. Either way if he wasn’t really upset with me he was a damn good actor which I wasn’t ruling out as a possibility.

“Look man…maybe I was a bit harsh before.” I said trying to not sound sarcastic which was surprisingly hard to do. “I didn’t completely mean it…”

Elliot lightened up a bit. “Oh! Not a problem!” Ugh…seriously? Your making it that easy? Who just excepts an apology like that?! Elliot must’ve lived in one of his mythical book worlds because that’s not how that would normally play out.

“Okay cool.” I shrugged heading into the bar and he follows after me. I ordered a beer and Elliot…sat down right. Next. To. Me. Just because I apologized doesn’t mean I wanted to be this guys friend. I don’t mind hearing his flowery rants from across the bar.

[ghosttimido]

Over coffee at midnight

It was nearly midnight Soap couldn't sleep, he threw off his blankets and sat on the edge of the bed hissing as his feet touched the cold floor. He slowly sat up as he rubbed his eyes sleep slowly leaving him, not that he had much in him, still restless from the last mission.

He reached for his shirt and yanked it on, bruises still littering his skin. Soap started towards the door and slowly opened it as not to wake the others, he made his way towards the kitchen with one thought in mind coffee, nice hot coffee.

he saw another figure in the dark with a mug in front of them still steaming who in their bloody mind would be up at this time Soap thought. He was pushed out of his mind when a soft yet deep voice ripped him from his thoughts "couldn't sleep johnny?"

It was Ghost, the man who was the reason he couldn't sleep, the man who's jokes and border-line flirting kept his mind racing. The man who makes Soaps stomach clench when he says his name. Him. He felt his face flush and knees go weak, "yeah, minds been racing since we got back" Ghost simply replied with a hmm.

Soap turned and poured himself a cup of coffee bringing the mug up to him and taking a deep breath and sat down across from Ghost, the man turned his gaze from staring at the steam of his coffee to stare at Soap, Soap noticed the stare and felt his face get hotter was that the coffee or what Ghost is doing to me. " 'ey L.T do I have somethin' on my face?" Ghost Smiled, Soap could tell he studied his eyes, wrinkles, and the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled, when Ghost smiled it didn't usually last long. "well Johnny it looks like you do" Soap felt his face get hotter if that was even possible, Ghosts smile got even bigger, Eyes widened He knows, fuck, He knows. Ghosts smile got deeper after that.

"enjoy your coffee Johnny, like a good ol' boy" Ghost said while standing up and ruffling his mohawk, that was the brick holding his dam of emotions in, now he was drowning.

"C-Could you stay in here?" Johnny stammered out "we need to talk, uh more-so I need to talk." Ghost looked him up and down and he could feel himself losing the fight against his emotions.

"So whats this about Johnny" Ghost said sitting back down, Soap didn't think this far ahead, he didn't even think he was thinking at all just drowning in those emotions coming to the surface coughing them up and getting dragged down again.

"Sir' I uhm, fuck, i didnt think this far ahead" Ghost just looked at with those eyes those mysterious dark eyes, damn those eyes. He wrenched his head away to stare at his coffee some more.

He heard a hum next to him and fabric rustling figuring Ghost left, then as we went to turn to check he felt a hand on his chin and a hot breath at his neck "now johnny I think I know what you're trying to say, your face and body has been saying it since we left Chicago."

There it was the final breath he had to keep from drowning in his feelings, he knew that bastard knew for that long Soap thought before turning towards Ghost, he found himself with a tighter grip on his chin

"Uhh L.T ya gonna let me go?" Then he felt the breath get closer and closer and realized oh shit, he's not wearing his mask. He felt lips on his neck, his cheek then back on his neck, he melted only staying up cause of the grip Ghost had on him. "G-Ghost I wanted to talk"

"Eh this is better, just means you'll get to the point quicker." "Gho-" "Simon" "wha" Soap said drunk on love. "I want you to call me Simon when the masks off" "Does that mean ill get to see you more Simon?" "maybe," Simon said with a smile against Johnnys neck.