#sorry this took a second he tried to make me log out

[thebearer]

nothing in the world belongs to me |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: still new in your relationship, you show up to the bear for dinner unexpectedly, surprising carmen and the others.

based off this prompt from the other day :)

contains: fluff lol. really, it's just fluff. established-ish relationship (the others don't know). carmen being a little nervous and possessive but mainly cute <3 language.

“Alright, listen up,” Richie stood next to Sydney, flicking through the piles of tickets that were ringing through by the second. It was normal now, an expected task in their routine. “We need to walk the focaccia to table seven, please.” 

“Yes, Chef!” A chorus of nearly robotic voices rose from the sizzling hiss of the lamb searing in Carmen’s pan, lifting the spatula to tip the meat over, before giving it back to the chef on the line. 

“And for table nine, we’ve got a shellfish allergy, alright? So let’s triple check the cross contamination on that. T, can you handle that one?” Richie moved from his leather bound book of notes back to the ticket. 

“Yes, Chef!” Tina chimed, pulling a freshly washed pan, filling it with the veal stock. 

“Table nine, is that- that’s the senator?” Carmen turned to Richie, tasting the roux bubbling on Victoria’s station, giving her a curt nod of approval. 

“No, that’s table eleven.” Richie hummed, looking back at his notebook. “Nine, is… a birthday. Booked online.” Carmen had already begun to drone him out, mind racing with a million other things as Richie listed the guests name. Until he got to one. 

The name Carmen was sure he was hallucinating. The name no one knew- How would they know? How could they possibly know your name? 

You and Carmen had been seeing each other for a little while. A few weeks that were slowly turning into months. A casual thing that was slowly turning more serious. Dates and meetups are becoming more frequent. You’d even invited him over to your place a few times, he’d spent the night last week. 

Still, Carmen hadn’t managed to tell anyone. Selfishly, he liked that you were all his for now. Privacy was not guaranteed in the Berzatto house, in Carmen’s life still. He knew they meant well, they always did- he knew it wasn’t purposeful, the intrusion that almost always led to a demise. Carmen wasn’t ready for it, not yet, he still wanted you all to himself. 

“Carmen?” Sydney’s voice pulled him out of his panicked trance. “Chef, are you- are you good?” Her voice lilted with that familiar suspicious quip, the one always accompanied with her lifted brows. 

“What?” Carmen blinked, hands buzzing, heart thumping. He could see the window, Richie’s frame blocking most of it. “Sorry, yeah- yeah, I’m good, Chef.” 

Sydney watched him carefully, a slow nod before she continued calling out orders. Carmen could feel Richie’s eyes on him, narrowed with curiosity. Carmen tried to be nonchalant, crossing the kitchen back towards Tina, his eyes cutting carefully, looking out the window. 

There you were. 

Sitting pretty at the middle table, surrounded by friends, some Carmen recognized from your Instagram. He’d actually logged in to the app, looked you up after the first date, consumed every photo of yours in the dark of his room. Cheeks burning with excited heat, stomach fluttering in a way he hadn’t felt since junior high. 

“Alright, walk five salads to nine.” Sydney called out. “Where’s our runners? God, Richie, can you run-” 

“-I got it.” Carmen called, the urgency in his tone making Tina jump behind him. Carmen took the tray before Gary could, his hands shaking as he lifted it. 

“Cousin, I can get it.” Richie frowned. 

“No, I-I got it.” Carmen nodded, swallowing down his fluttering nerves. His eyes cut to your table through the window, heart skipping when he saw you. “I got it. I’ll be- I’ll just be a second.” 

“I don’t- I can’t even handle that one right now.” Sydney sighed in exasperation. “Alright, Chefs. Let’s get back on track.” She announced, shaking her head. Richie frowned, pulling out his phone. 

Sugar’s cell buzzed against the hostess stand, excusing herself to check it. 

From: Richie 

‘Look at table nine.’ 

Sugar huffed. 

To: Richie 

‘Why? Is there something wrong?’ 

She stepped back, casually turning to scan the room, eyes landing on the table. A small group of girls, younger, and amongst them- Carmen? 

To: Richie 

‘Is something wrong with the food? Do I need to comp it?’ 

From: Richie 

‘No. Cousin wanted to go out there.’ 

Sugar frowned, angling her body behind the large plant near the front as casually as she could. She watched through the leaves as Carmen passed out the salads, each girl grinning widely, but their eyes always cut to one on the end. 

Carmen saved your salad for last, hoping the lowlights of the restaurant would hide his boyish blush, setting the bowl in front of you carefully. “Hey,” 

“Hi,” You smiled sheepishly, looking to meet his gaze. “Everything looks so good.” 

“Yeah? Thanks.” Carmen nodded. “I-I didn’t know you were comin’ tonight.” 

“I’m sorry.” You cringed softly, embarrassed heat flooding through your veins. You knew better, knew you shouldn’t have done this- showed up at his restaurant unannounced. 

“I, uh, it’s my friend’s birthday.” You nodded towards Alicia at the end of the table. “And I was telling them about that pasta you made me, and they really wanted to come try it.” Your nerves bubbled, rambling in nervous peals that seemed to pour out before you could stop them.  

“Yeah, no, that’s really nice. Thank you.” Carmen nodded, giving a half smile to your friends, hoping they didn’t see the way he wiped his clammy hands on his apron. “Why didn’t- Why didn’t you just call me? Tell me you were comin’ in.” 

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You muttered softly. “I honestly didn’t think you’d even see us here, I swear. I didn’t mean to bother you or anything-” 

“-You’re not bothering me.” Carmen’s voice dropped to a coo, accompanied with a soft smile that had your head spinning. “Never a bother, but, uh, next time? Bother me, ok? Wanna make sure you get the best seat in the house.” 

Your cheeks flushed with heat, your friends excited giggles only intensifying the rushing heat blanketing over your body. Carmen’s own cheeks heated, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek to hide his grin. 

“Alright?” Carmen added, and in a complete act of shocking boldness, his hand squeezed your shoulder affectionately. A small gesture on the outside, but for Carmen, it was huge. 

“Alright.” You grinned, leaning into his touch, your hands sliding over his. 

“How’s everything so far?” Carmen turned to the table, nodding at the excited gushes of compliments, not missing the way your friends cut their eyes to you with animated glee. 

“Just let me know if you need anything, ok?” Carmen turned to you.

“I will.” You nodded, starry eyed with love sick affection. 

“Good. I’ll see you before you leave, alright?” Carmen muttered, ducking down towards you. His lips brushed over your cheek, your perfume clouding his senses. “You’re not botherin’ me. ‘M glad you’re here.” 

Your cheek pressed to his, a gentle, affectionate rub before Carmen parted. Both of your features painted with shy delight. 

Carmen could feel everyone’s eyes, through flickering gazes and lifted brows. Sydney’s gaze lingering over him skeptically, still counting tickets. Fak’s wide grin from the corner, loading trays to take out. 

“Hey, uh, Marcus.” Carmen ignored Richie’s raised brows, a teasing, questioning remark on the tip of his tongue. 

“Yes, Chef?” Marcus muttered, looking up from the cannolis he was garnishing. 

“Table nine has a birthday. I was thinkin’ maybe the chocolate ganache, punch it with the little circle to make it look like a cake. Add a candle?” Carmen muttered, hand rubbing across his face. 

“Yeah, Chef, I can do that.” Marcus nodded. 

“Thank you.” Carmen nodded. “And Chef? Let me know when it’s ready before you walk it.” 

Marcus frowned. “No, it’s not- I just wanna walk it, ok?” Carmen shook his head. 

“Alright.” Marcus nodded slowly. “Heard, Chef.” 

Richie smirked, leaning against the stainless steel table. “So,” Richie hummed. “There a complaint or somethin’? Need me to go talk to ‘em-” 

“-No,” Carmen snapped, the possessiveness in his tone startling the both of them. “Sorry, it’s- No, I-I don’t need you to do that, Chef. Everything’s good.” 

Richie nodded slowly, passing the dishes to Gary with a nod. “You gonna tell me what that was about?” 

“No, Chef.” Carmen clipped, an edge to his tone that was teetering on annoyed. “But, uh, there’s not gonna be a check on table nine.” 

“What?” Richie frowned. “Did you mess somethin’ up? Seriously, Cousin, if something's wrong it’s my job to know-” 

“-No, it’s not-.” Carmen huffed, eyes pinching closed, running a hand over his face in frustration. “Look, that’s… The girl on the end? I-I’ve been kinda seein’ her, ya know?” He muttered. 

Richie gawked, blinking in disbelief. “No shit.” He grinned. “No shit? You-You’re serious?” He turned to look out the window. 

“Don’t fuckin’ look.” Carmen hissed. “Look, it-it’s not a big deal, alright? Just don’t-don’t say anything o-or do anything.” 

Richie swallowed back a teasing remark, a reactive reaction from years of being with Mikey. How the two of them used to tease Carmen endlessly, until they were fighting on the front lawn, Mikey howling with laughter while Carmen was red faced with mortified anger. 

This time, Richie held back. He wasn’t sure why, call it divine intervention, a gut feeling maybe, but it felt different this time. 

“Alright.” Richie nodded slowly. “No ticket for nine. Heard.” 

Carmen’s foot tapped anxiously. “I mean, right? Th-That’s what I should do right?” Carmen looked over his shoulder out the window. “That would be shitty to give her a check? Be a complete jagoff move to charge her?” 

“Yeah,” Richie scoffed lightly. “Jagoff of the fuckin’ year. Makin’ your girl pay to come to your place.” 

Carmen’s heart swelled at the term- your girl. His girl. You were his girl. 

“Walk four Pappardelle to nine. Walk one Pappardelle vegetarian style to nine.” Sydney called. 

Carmen dipped the spoon in the glaze, garnishing the plate before sliding it towards Sydney. “So, you gonna take these out?” He muttered. 

“No,” Carmen huffed. “Gonna wait until the cake.” 

“Yeah, good idea, Cousin.” Richie nodded with a proud smile. “That when you’re gonna tell them no check tonight?” 

“No,” Carmen shook his head. “I don’t- It would feel weird comin’ from me.” He looked up at Richie. “I was gonna let you do it.” 

“Yeah, I can handle that.” Richie smirked. “And I won’t say anything, Cousin.” He stopped Carmen before he could say it. “I got you, Cousin. I won’t fuck it up, alright?” 

Carmen nodded slowly, a strangled thank you on the tip of his tongue. The door swung open behind Richie, and for a second, Carmen caught a glimpse of you. Smiling and laughing, leaned in over the table, no doubt giggling with your friends about him. Carmen’s heart squeezed, but this time, without fear. No, there was no dooming fear that you were mocking him, making fun of him. This time, he felt the content rush of adrenaline filled love. A change in his routine, yes. Unexpected, sure, but he was glad for it. Glad that you were there- here, with him.

[no-144444]

mishaps online- o.piastri (81)

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summary: oscar accidentally posts a nude online the night before your big concert and launch. oops.

pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x singer! fem! reader

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As you stared at the screen in front of you, your eyes filled with horror. Oscar Jack Piastri, your boyfriend of 3 years, had just posted a nude to his instagram story. 

What the fuck. 

You immediately sprung into action, calling him since you were in Berlin for a concert. He didn’t pick up.

You called Lando next, knowing they were in the same hotel, especially since it was 3am in the fucking morning. You were already getting bombed by tweets and messages, from friends and fans, all asking if you’d seen it. 

“What?” he groaned, groggy from being woken up.

“Lando! Go into Oscar’s room right now please,” you pleaded, happy that you had gotten ahold of someone. 

“What?- Why?” he asked, but obliged all the same, getting out of bed. “You know we're supposed to be on vacation right? He can go to sleep.”

“Is he awake?” You asked, ignoring his complaining. 

“Osc?” he called as he knocked. “Y/n’s on the phone, she wants to talk to you!” 

“Huh?” you heard a yawn from Oscar, then shuffling as he got up. Of course Oscar would send you a nude, then immediately fall asleep. For fuck’s sake. “Baby?” He took the phone out of Lando’s hand and held it to his ear. “You alright?”

“You posted a nude on instagram, please go delete it now,” you blurted out.

He stood still for a moment. “W-what?” 

Lando laughed so hard he fell over. “There’s no way!” 

“I-I didn’t,” he panicked then lowered his voice. “I sent it to you.”

“Well, you sent it to me and your instagram story,” you explained. 

Lando was on the floor, cackling as Oscar almost tripped over him to get to his phone and delete the photo. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated as he went through his phone, taking down the photo. 

“You are such a muppet!” Lando cried, breathless from laughing. 

“Shut up!” Oscar replied. “This is your fucking fault! You told me to send the picture!”

“To Y/n, not the fucking world Osc!” he chuckled.

To be fair, you understood where Lando was coming from, this was objectively funny. You’d probably be laughing if you weren;t his girlfriend, and if you wouldn’t have to explain this entire situation to your family, including your parents. God, just thinking about it made you sick.

“Is the photo down?” you asked.

“Yeah, it’s down,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry baby I just-”

“Let’s not have this conversation with Lando in the room,” you stopped him and he chuckled. 

“Good idea.”

“Zak’s probably going to call you, and I’m going to go call Margaret now. I love you Osc, talk later?”

“I love you too,” he sighed. “Talk later.”

You hung up the phone and let yourself scream into your pillow for a few seconds, then dialled the number of your manager, Margaret. 

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Oscar posted a nude on instagram by accident,” you sighed. “He’s sorry.”

She took a deep breath. “You know how I love you, right?”

“Yeah?” You answered hesitantly. 

“And how I love you and Oscar and how happy he makes you?”

“Yes?”

“Well right now, I fucking hate him and want him dead. Please give me a few hours to work on this before I can properly face you again, alright?”

You smiled, happy she was taking care of it. “Thank you, and sorry- again.”

She hung up the phone with a groan of frustration. 

Next, someone else called. Oscar’s mom. 

“Hey Nicole,” you tried to keep calm as you spam-texted Oscar about the situation. No way his mother was calling you about this. 

“Hey Y/n,” she smiled. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” you nodded. 

“Is my son really stupid enough to accidentally post a nude picture of himself to his instagram and leave it up for a whole 5 minutes?”

“Apparently so,” you shrugged, slightly laughing. 

Nicole chuckled. “Are you laughing?”

“If I don’t laugh I’ll probably cry, so, yeah.”

She laughed at that. “I’m logging off the internet for a while, tell Osc to text me, yeah?” 

“Of course,” you smiled. “Sorry about this.”

“Jesus, it’s not your fault, don’t worry. How are you?”

“Shocked,” you answered truthfully. “And a bit scared of what’s coming next.”

“I just hope you two are ok,” she added. “I need you as my daughter-in-law.”

You smiled a genuine smile. Nicole was always so welcoming and lovely. “We’re all good, don ‘t worry.”

“Good,” she smiled. “I’ll leave you to it, love you, talk soon.”

“Talk soon,” you smiled and she hung up. 

Immediately, Lando called you.

“I thought you’d be back in bed,” you teased. 

“Trust me, being in the room for Zak and Oscar’s call was worth the missed sleep,” he chuckled and you heard Oscar sigh in the background. “He’s gotten his phone taken off him!” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, they’ve given me a fucking flip phone instead,” he revealed. “How’d it go with my mum?”

“She’s not ecstatic with your choices, but she’s alright. She mostly wanted to know if we were alright, which we are, in case you were wondering,” you explained. “She wants you to call her.”

“Now?"

“Nah, maybe tomorrow.”

“How are you?” He asked, worried about what you’d say.

“Not an ideal situation, but I’m not mad at you. It was an honest mistake, seriously darling,” you reassured him. “Plus now the internet knows why I constantly have a bruised cervix,” you added, wanting him to loosen up and relax. It was a mistake, an honest mistake. 

You heard Lando laughing, and you got a chuckle out of Oscar, which was enough for you. You stayed on call with them for a while, then turned off your phone to get some rest.

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You woke up to about a million messages from hundred of different people. Family and friends teasing on the various groupchats, management and your record label freaking out, and Oscar just being upset.

Osc <3: I feel like such an idiot. I cannot believe I did that, especially the night before the start of your tour, and the night of the launch. I'm so sorry baby.

You: It's alright Oscar, I promise. Margaret is already sorting something out right now. It's ok, I swear.

Osc <3: I still feel awful. I'm so sorry.

You: It's alright. Did you at least get your phone back?

Osc <3: Yeah but no social media on it anymore. I can't even look at your instagram :(

You: I think you'll survive lol :) I love you

Osc <3: I love you too.

You got up and out of bed, tired from the stressful night. The concert tonight, the launch tonight. What were your fans going to say?

comments:

ynsbff: something as big as oscar's d-

-> user12: GIRL

user56: girl is bouncing back fast from the shocker last night was

-> user29: fr i'd still be shook my boyfriend posted THAT

landonorris: legend 💙

pierregasly: 💙💙💙

logansargeant: can't wait 💙💙💙

lewishamilton: burning it down and shining on 💙

-> user58: ????? what does this mean????

-> user80: the return of XNDA????

russellgeorge: 💙

valterribottas: 💙

mclaren: 💙🧡

user23: why is the entire grid in the comments with blue hearts?

-> user82: literally? like what do yall know?

danielriccardo: don't know what's gonna hit 'em 💙💙

mercedes: 💙

user13: why is oscar the only one with pink hearts?

-> landonorris: he's not allowed his phone, it's his publicist 😁

-> user90: DAMN. exposing ur bro like that is crazy

-> landonorris: so is posting a nude 🤷🤷🤷🤷

kmag: 💙

charlesleclerc: 💙💙💙

maxverstappen: can't wait 💙

fernandoalonso: Mi favorita💙

lancestroll: it's going to be a wild one 💙

alexalbon: legendary 💙💙💙

lilymhe: my girl 💙💙💙

-> alexalbon: *cough* i'm ur boyfriend? *cough*

-> y/ny/l/n: bless you? do I need to call u a doctor?

zhouguanyu: 💙💙💙

carlossainz: 💙

nicohulkenburg: 💙

estebanocon: 💙

-> landonorris: plz don't crash into this bro 🙌

-> y/ny/l/n: HAHHAHHAHHA

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You stepped onto the stage and the crowd went crazy. This was it, your first world tour. You were living your dream.

"Hello!" you cheered into your microphone. "I am so happy to be here, thank you all for coming!"

The crowd went wild again.

"Now, before we start, I have a pretty special announcement to make..." you paused for dramatic affect. "My next album 'Curious' drops tonight at midnight! And a very special feature from one of my very good friends, XNDA!"

As the crowd screamed over you and Lewis, who just came on stage, the opening of 'Save your tears' played. You two danced around the stage as you sang, excited with the reception from fans. For the rest of the concert, Lewis stayed on (since he was on another song, but also because he helped produce the album) and you two had so much fun. The concert ended at exactly midnight, and you came off stage on such a high. And there he was. Your Oscar, with a wide smile on his face and his arms open for you to jump into. Which you did, happily.

"Congratulations," he smiled, holding you close.

"Congratulations to you too," you smiled.

He pulled back, a confused look on his face. "What for?"

"Listen to 'Stargirl Interlude'," you shrugged, a smirk on your face. "And tell your mom not to listen to it, yeah?"

He smirked. "Whatever you say baby," and with that, he kissed you. His large hands holding your cheeks as you kissed him back, happy to be in his arms again.

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comments

user15: OMFG 'STARLGIRL INTERLUDE' WHAT IS GOING ON

user12: wishing i was y/n rn....

landonorris: being horny on main? cringe.

-> y/ny/l/n: not winning for 6 years? cringe.

-> maxfewtrell: HA

lewishamilton: we told yall 🤷🤷🤷

pierregasly: kika has not stopped playing this 💙💙💙

-> user51: as she should.

danielriccardo: since when was my back replaced with oscar's y/n???

-> oscarpiastri: sorry mate, just better 🤷🤷🤷

-> y/ny/l/n: at least daniel's better at keeping his pants on online 😁

-> oscarpiastri: ok I deserved that.

-> landonorris: HAHAHHAHAH

alexalbon: RELAX I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT UR SEX LIFE.

-> y/ny/l/n: bitch ik all about urs too. lily tells me everything.

-> alexalbon: brb, having a breakdown.

logansargeant: @ oscarpiastri first i had to see your dick and now this? mate leave us alone.

-> oscarpiastri: SHUT UP I APOLOGISED.

-> logansargeant: NOT ENOUGH.

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comments

lewishamilton: mr. stargirl interlude? mr. billie boss nova? mr. the diner? mr. chihiro? is that you?

-> oscarpiastri: hush

logansargeant: @ oscarpiastri hate club leader

-> landonorris: can I join?

-> y/ny/l/n: lando you've been singing chihiro all day. stfu.

-> landonorris: ...

-> user37: were you silent or silenced?

y/ny/l/n: MY BEAUTIFUL BOYFRIEND

-> y/nsbff: thirsting on the main?

-> y/ny/l/n: what have i become?😥

user89: ok, but who is 'i didn't change my number' about?

-> y/ny/l/n: @ logansargeant actually wrote it about williams 😥😥😥

-> logansargeant: Y/N. TOO FAR.

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[hoonieyun]

yayyy omg imagine enhypen doing the “we listen and don’t judge” but readers is all lies

we listen and we don't judge with enha hyung line

warnings: profanity, lying but for fun only, enha members lowkey crashing out, overall 18+

notes: omg joonie thank you for requesting this!!! tbh ive had it in my head for a while so i think its fate that you asked for it LOL i hope you like it <333

wc: 2343

read below !

Lee Heeseung

─── The idea popped into your head when you were scrolling on TikTok laying in Heeseung’s bed while he sat at his desk playing League of Legends for the 4th hour of the day. Heeseung promised that he would hang out with you today but you didn’t realize that hanging out with him would entail you being alone in his bed while he played his favorite video game for hours. 

You weren’t necessarily upset because being around him was enough for you but because you hadn’t seen each other in a while, you wished you could just cuddle with him all day. After seeing the TikTok trend you decided that you’d like to do it with Heeseung with a little twist. 

When Heeseung took off his headset and stood up to stretch, you knew that was your opportunity. “Baby! Can we do this TikTok video?” you ask Heeseung, jumping off from his bed to show him. After watching the video once, Heeseung was on board so you set your phone up on his desk while he took a seat in his chair and you on his lap. 

Pressing the record button, you tell Heeseung to go first. “We listen and we don’t judge…” the two of you say in unison. “I ate ramyeon 3 times in one day and it still didn’t feel like enough.” Heeseung says and you giggle at his confession as if it was a secret. You and everyone that knows Heeseung knows how much he loves his ramyeon. “We listen and we don’t judge…” you say again together, now being your turn. 

“Whenever I come over and you’re not home, I log onto your computer and play League of Legends and lose on purpose…” you say, a bright smile on your face. “We listen and we do- Wait, baby what?” you began to say and Heeseung cut you off. 

“Baby, you have to say we listen and we don’t judge-” you say but Heeseung gently grabs your face to look at him. “Are you being serious?” he asks and you just nod at him with the same smile. “Babe, really??” he says and you could tell he was getting sulky and pouty and although you wanted to keep the prank going; you felt too bad. 

“Baby i’m just joking!!” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and you could hear him release a sigh of relief. “Sorry, it was just a prank.” you tell him with a kiss on his cheek. “For a second there I thought you were foreal sabotaging me.” Heeseung says, clutching his chest as a joke while the two of you laugh. 

“No, baby. I don’t need to sabotage you; you do bad enough in the game as is.” you say while trying to hold in a laugh and Heeseung just rolls his eyes at your joke with a pout but it doesn’t last long as he joins your fit of laughter. Granted, you don’t post the TikTok because no one deserves to see how cute and pouty your boyfriend got when you tried to prank him.

Park Jongseong

─── Jay was really weak to your pranks and was extra weak to his guitars. So when Niki sent this TikTok to you and told you to do it with Jay, you knew the prank would be a success. You found Jay sitting in the living room, fiddling with his favorite guitar and lounging on the couch. 

“Hi, mister!” you say, plopping down next to him on the couch with a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, madam?”  he asks and you tell him about the TikTok idea you wanted to make and he agreed almost immediately. Although he was weak to pranks and his love for his guitars, he was ultimately the most weak to you; always agreeing to what you like and doing what you want because he just loved you so much. 

You prop the phone up on a candle that was sitting on the coffee table while Jay ruffled his hair a bit. “You look cute, don’t worry.” you say, giving him a small smile. “Thank you, my love.” he says, giving you a small kiss. 

“We listen and we don’t judge…” you say together and you turn to face Jay to let him know that he was going first. “Oh is it me?” he asks and you nod in response. “I like to buy guitars!” he says excitedly and you look at him with a deadpan expression. 

“What?” he asks and you tell him that’s not how the trend goes and that you’re supposed to say something that was slightly embarrassing or a confession of some sort. “Like this, babe-” you begin. 

“We listen and we don’t judge… Whenever you’re not home I like to play with your guitars but one day I accidentally dropped it because I saw a spider crawl across the floor while I was playing with the guitar.” you say, motioning to the guitar in his hands. 

The silence was almost deafening as you watched Jay’s reaction through your phone, unsure what he was thinking or feeling. When you turn to look at him, his face is still unreadable and as you try to look into his eyes, he averts his gaze to his guitar and begins scanning it for scratches or imperfections. 

“Are you mad at me…” you say, pouting at him and before Jay responds he lets out a sigh. One that you often hear from him whenever he’s stressed, you knew that he was upset and couldn’t let the prank go on any longer. 

“Jay, I’m joking! It’s a prank, I’m sorry!” you say, almost pleading and begging so that he believed you and wouldn’t be upset even though you didn’t actually break his guitar. 

“Oh, that’s alright. I wasn’t upset.” he says, leaning back onto the couch. “I would never break your guitars, I know how much you love them.” you say, leaning back onto the couch with him and laying your head on his chest. Jay begins playing with your hair and for a moment he’s silent. “Don’t worry, my love. I love you more than my guitars, I could never be mad at you.” he says and you swore you could feel your heart get even bigger. 

Even though it was a fake situation, Jay never fails to put his love for you first and this was something you had never felt before. Being so loved by someone that you learn different aspects of love you hadn’t necessarily felt before.

Sim Jaeyun

─── Throughout the time you’ve known Jake, he was always a bit dramatic whether or not it was on purpose or natural; Jake’s reaction to things tended to be dramatic. After seeing the trend on TikTok for the nth time that day, you decided that Jake’s reaction was going to be too good to not pull the prank on him. You left your bedroom to look for Jake and he was sitting at the dining table, a bag of chips opened in front of him as he snacked while also scrolling on his phone. 

“Hi, Jakey! Can we do this trend I saw on TikTok?” you ask and Jake pulls you into his lap to see what you were talking about on your phone. Jake was really eager to do the video because he had seen a few of those videos too but unbeknownst to him; you were going to be adding an extra layer to the trend. 

“Okay, when I click record we say it together then you go first.” you tell Jake and he nods at you with a smile and his doey eyes. After pressing record and saying the first line together, you turn to look at Jake as he says his statement. 

“Sometimes I run on all fours to see if I can run faster than my dog, Layla.” Jake says and it catches you off guard because you truly didn’t know this about him. It caught you so off guard that you couldn’t even remember what you were going to say. 

You stutter a few times while looking at Jake and he’s just smiling lovingly at you and everynow and then would glance between you and the camera. “We listen and we don’t judge, right baby?” Jake says and you turn to the camera, still confused and shocked at Jake’s confession. 

You and Jake’s friends always called him a puppy endearingly but you were starting to think it was getting to Jake’s head. “Jake, are you serious?” you ask him and his eyes soften and lips curve into a pout like you just offended him. 

“What happened to not judging?” he asks and your eyes widen when you realize that Jake seemed to be offended. “No, no! I’m not judging, I’m just-” you begin to say but Jake bursts out into a fit of laughter. You were now more confused and shocked than before and you still had no idea what was happening. 

“Baby, I’m just joking. I saw that it’s a prank so I wanted to prank you when you asked me to make the video.” Jake confesses and now it was your turn to pout at him. You couldn’t believe that your prank backfired and Jake was the one who ended up pranking you but you were equally relieved that Jake wasn’t upset that you were so shocked by his confession. 

“Wow, I can’t believe I tried to prank you and you pranked me instead!” you huffed, pretending to be upset and Jake only squeezes your waist tighter into a hug. He peppers several kisses onto your cheek and shoulder and you instantly melt into his touch. “Okay, okay. You got me!” you say, playfully rolling your eyes. 

“You know I was joking though, right? I don’t actually run around like a dog…” Jake asks reassuringly. 

“Mmm, I don’t know… Sometimes you do act like a dog…” you say with a playful shrug as the two of you share a laugh. Jake nuzzled his face into your shoulder in slight embarrassment and laughter while you grabbed your phone to rewatch the video of you two together. Jake knows that he does have tendencies to act like a puppy but it was all in a loving way and deep down, he knows you love it. 

Park Sunghoon

─── Sunghoon wasn’t easy to prank and whenever you’ve tried in the past you’ve always failed but after seeing this TikTok trend, you couldn’t NOT try. Just in time as the TikTok ends, Sunghoon returns to the room and lays back down on the bed next to you. You ask him to do the video and after convincing him by saying you’ll get him tiramisu after, he agrees. 

The two of you sit up in bed and you set up your phone on the windowsill to record the two of you. After pressing the record button, the two of you say the first line together and you tell him to go first. 

“Okay, uhhh… I space out a lot but sometimes I just act like I’m spacing out because I actually just don’t have anything to say to anyone.” Sunghoon confesses and you’re half shocked because you knew of this habit of his. “I knew it!” you say, laughing at him and he seems to find it funny how you know him so well. “Never to you, though. I promise.” Sunghoon says, placing a small kiss on your cheek. 

“We listen and we don’t judge…” the two of you say. 

“I actually don’t really like ice skating and when I first found out Sunghoon used to skate the only thing I could think about was him being a mascot for Disney on Ice.” you confess, clearly trying to make it so outlandish that it makes Sunghoon confused rather than think you were lying or that it was a prank. 

“Wait, really?” he asks and you nod in response. “Who would I be on Disney on Ice?” he inquires. “Hmm, maybe Elsa?” you say. 

“Because you’re like the Ice Prince and she is the Ice Queen.” you continue, trying your best to bite back a laugh but it proves to be difficult because of Sunghoon’s reaction to your response. “You’re lying… Elsa???”  Sunghoon asks, his face contorted into an expression mixed with confusion, disagreement, and offence. 

“Not even like, Flynn Ryder? I think I’m more handsome than that guy.” he asks and you shake your head in disagreement. “Well, if I’m Elsa then you’re Olaf!” Sunghoon says teasingly while crossing his arms like he’s so proud of his comeback. “Hey!” you say, now it was your turn to disagree but a laugh erupts from Sunghoon’s lips as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Baby, I know you’re pranking me…” he confesses and you gasp. “How did you know!” you ask, pouting at him and he tells you that whenever you try to prank him you do this thing with your fingers where you fidget with your two thumbs, pointing the tips of your thumbs together and moving them in circles. 

It was a small habit that you had that Sunghoon noticed on early in your relationship and even though he’s used it each time to know whether or not you were pranking him, he didn’t have the heart to tell you in the past because he wanted you to have the chance to prank him even if he already knew. 

As much as you knew Sunghoon and his little habits, he knows just as much of yours. Your relationship consisted of little actions and gestures that the both of you picked up from one another. Knowing that you learn the best of each other and help the other grow was the best part of your relationship. 

“You still owe me tiramisu by the way…” he says and you roll your eyes at him as you grab your phone, opening an app so you could get tiramisu and other treats delivered to your shared apartment.

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[satorusugurugurl]

Perfect prey was just *chef's kiss*

Was thinking... what if the plan backfired? Like maybe Suguru's curses attracted another curse they weren't expecting and now their darling is in serious danger! Maybe a little bit injured

They feel awful of course, because they put their darling in harm's way! So they manipulate her again, but with a more gentle approach. "Oh sweetheart this was so dangerous... we were So worried... we can't let you do this alone again, our heart wouldn't be able to take it" and then they make it up to her by fucking her until she passes out

Perfect Prey (Part Two)

Characters: Yadere!Geto Suguru, Yadere!Gojo Satoru,AFAB!Reader

Warnings: yandere!Geto/Gojo, manipulation, dub! con read is unaware that the boys are manipulating her! (consent is vital for me!!) double penetration, smut, mentions of wounds, cursing, baby trapping, pregnancy talk, breeding

Word Count: 3,464

A/N: Ah! thank you Nonnie! This was different. I felt really dirty writing them so conniving wanting to baby trap the reader. Well I hope you enjoy!!

Part One

Anxiety and dread sat in the pit of your stomach like a metal ball as the phone rang. Satoru and Suguru were going to be pissed that you took on this mission, but they would have to get over it. You tried to decline when Yaga told you you were being sent to Sendai to deal with a grade-two curse. After your first and last solo mission went haywire, you never took missions without a partner, whether it was Satoru or Suguru.

But you couldn't just stand by the second he told you a child was missing the same area. You had to go on this mission alone while your boyfriends were in Kyoto for a meeting. The child was at risk, so you idly couldn’t stand by and do nothing. They could be upset if they wanted, but this was the right thing to do.

“Hey sweetheart, everything okay?” Satoru asked as you treaded over a bridge leading to an abandoned school in Sendai.

“Promise you won’t be mad.”

Pure and absolute silence rings out, making you swallow hard. “What do you mean? Don’t get mad?” You heard Geto ask what happened in the background. “Sugurh is here too. Tell us what happened,” you grumble, stepping over a fallen log, not looking forward to this conversation.

“Yaga sent me on a mission.”

“Princess, do you remember what happened last time?” Suguru made a tsking sound, speaking down to you as if you were a child who had done something wrong.

“I know, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. But everyone else was on their own mission or out of town.”

“You still could’ve declined.” The cold chill in Gojo’s voice makes you shiver.

“I couldn't.”

“Yes, you could have.”

“No, Toru, I couldn't!” you snapped, stopping your pace to glare at the ground. “There’s a missing child in the area. It might be at the school building, or the curse could have them.” Both of your partners stay silent, and neither say a word. “I can’t sit back when a child is in danger.” Since they voiced no other sounds of protest, you side and relief. “I’ll be home as soon as I can. I’ll be taking the bullet train home since I’m in Sendai. I love you both.”

The line disconnected, causing Satoru to groan as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. “I swear I’m going to off the higher-ups one of these days.” Subaru, who was glaring out the window of the train back to Tokyo. “You're not opposed to the idea.” The dark-haired man glanced back at his blindfolded best friend.

“Sorry, Satoru, I was just thinking about how much our princess cares about children.”

“Yeah? She loves her students—and cares about the well-being of them.”

“I believe that is something we can use to our advantage.”

Satoru’s curiosity was peaked, and it caused the mischievous grin to deepen his dimple. “Oh, please do elaborate, Suguru.” With his friend's approval, Suguru shut his eyes and smiled.

“What if we gave her a child of her own to take care of? Money is not a problem with your wealth, and neither is mine. If we had a child with her, she could stay home, caring for them while we take on all the missions.”

“Are you suggesting that we baby-trap our perfect girl?”

“Precisely.” Geto shrugged the shoulder, dark strands of hair moving as he shifted in his seat. “If that’s something she wants, we will not force her to do anything she does not want.”

“But with a little persuasion and many videos, she’ll beg for one.”

The strongest sorcerer of the modern age grins before Suguru glances down at his watch. “But before everything is all sunshine and rainbows, our princess must learn another lesson.”

The two of them found themselves in Sendai ten minutes later, thanks to Gojo's teleportation. They stood in the woods as Suguru’s curses searched the area for the missing child you had been so concerned about finding. After combing through every inch and making a quick call to the police station, they confirmed that the boy had been seen earlier that day and was safe and sound at home with his family. Meaning they could use full force like they had done with you before.

Using Suguru's curses at full force to remind you of how much you needed them. As you ran through the second story of the abandoned school building, Geto’s curses swarmed in search of you, and they found you fast. You had to run up the stairs to the third floor when a swarm of fly-like curses slammed into you. Falling onto your back, you shielded your face with your hands, blocking their attacks.

Rage bloomed in the pit of your stomach as you snarled. Flipping over, you flung two talisman papers at the buzzing curses. Upon impact, the paper burned with your cursed energy before the creatures exploded into blue flames. There was a fire raging deep inside of you, one that was going to help you in finding the missing child, and you would be damned if you let a shitty curse your way. Pushing yourself up and off the ground, you bolted up the stairs to continue your frantic search.

Every one of the curses you came across, you exorcised with your papers. Each time that happened, Suguru stiffened, his eyes widening as Satoru dropped his arm over his best friend's shoulder. You had stopped to call either of them because you were handling this perfectly alone. That was both troubling and satisfying.

They knew you were strong. There was no doubt in their minds about that, but now, months after the initial incident they caused, you were even stronger. If you succeeded in dealing with these curses, you might begin to rebel against them, insisting that you could handle yourself, which left both men at a crossroads. They could keep throwing weak grade three and four curses in your way or step it up with a grade two or one.

Amid their conundrum, you kept moving, taking out every curse. Your thoughts revolved around finding the missing child and saving them. You didn't know the child was already at home safe and sound, meaning you were running through a building for nothing.

“Our darling girl is handling herself quite well.”

“She is one of the strongest,” Gojo added head, focused on the school.

Suguru was a second away from agreeing with him when he went silent; seven of his curses were exorcised once—none by you or a different sorcerer. No, the presence that took out those curses was dark and malicious. Suguru knew that Satoru sensed it, too, from the way his body straightened before he yanked his blindfold down, pooling it around his neck.

“Sugu—”

“I know I felt it.”

“A special grade curse.” You grit it out from the third-floor hallway, standing before the curse devouring one of the lower-grade ones chasing you. The six-legged creature towered over you, standing around 7 feet tall. Eight eyes darted with every move you made, following as you reached into your jacket pocket, pulling out a talisman paper as you prepared for the fight of your life.

Geto and Gojo were running through the woods, watching as flashes of blue cursed energy glowed from the broken windows on the third floor. As they approached the building, the north wall crumbled as you battled with the special grade curse. The bastard was throwing you against walls, knocking the wind out of your chest before crawling up onto the ceiling like some humanoid spider.

You shake, pushing yourself up as the curse skittered towards you; just below, Gojo teleported with Geto bolted up the stairs. The special grade curse was just about to bite your head off, but before it had a chance to chomp down, a blue ball of cursed energy slammed through the wall, knocking both you and the curse over the ledge of the north side of the building

“Fuck!” Gojo yelled as you and the curse fell into an abandoned school pool's dirty, mucky water. The water's foul smell soured your stomach as you tried to wiggle yourself from the curse of grasp, only to have it pull you under the black water. Its legs into your sides, pulling you further under the water, dragging you to the bottom of the bottomless pool.

Your paper was useless in a situation like this, but you didn’t need your paper. Not when you had been training so hard, focusing all your energy on your combat skills. Pulling your fist back, you focus hard, concentrating your cursed energy into your fist before slamming it down on the curse's head. Flashes of red and black cursed energy split the water around you, and the curse released you. The black flash hit it head-on. You would need to thank Nanami later for teaching you how to do it.

That was if you made it out of the slimy pool alive.

You couldn’t see everything; it was a blurry black mass until a hand breached under the water, grabbing your jacket and pulling you to the surface. The instant head breached the water, Suguru pulled out, helping you towards the edge. The instant you were on dry land, you sat on your hands and knees as you coughed up the foul-smelling water that had invaded your mouth and nose while Geto rubbed your back soothingly, gently patting it until you were sure your lungs were clear.

“S-Suguru—” you gasp, resting your head on his lap, “W-What are you doing here?” His hand gently stroked your wet hair back

“Yaga called us and told us the child was found. We decided to assist you and let you know the good news. Thank god we got here when we did.”

Another body crutches down next to you; a soft hand gently caresses your cheek. “Yeah, no kidding. Are you okay? You aren’t too injured, are you?”

Shifting slightly, you winced at the scratches and sore spots that would soon become bruises. Despite the minor sting, nothing seemed to be broken. That meant your partners wouldn’t have much to complain about. Pushing yourself up and off of Suguru, you gave your boyfriends a gentle smile and a thumbs up.

“I’ll live.”

Of course, you’d live; you were strong, and the injured were mediocre. Even though you were okay, Satoru and Suguru felt some guilt when you

All got he as they watched you walk into the bathroom for a long shower when you got home. The scratches on your side were bleeding, and the gash on your forehead was starting to swell into a scar with bruises as you shut the door behind you.

Both men exchanged glances with each other the second you came back into the bedroom, carefully crawling into bed between them. They were so lucky that you were strong enough to handle yourself. If it were anyone else, they might not have been as fortunate as you were. Even if they hadn’t interfered with your mission, you could’ve easily faced that special grade and wouldn’t have been off as well as you were. They needed to tell you how much you meant to them and how they were.

That way, you never tried to do a stunt like this again.

Suguru was the first to shift his arm, wrapping around you and holding you gently against him as Satoru leaned into your neck, gently peppering it with kisses. You melted into their gentle caresses, listening to their beating hearts. This was precisely what you needed after a long mission.

“Princess, this was a close call.” Suguru began gently squeezing you. “That was such a dangerous mission you were sent on.”

“Mhm, we were so worried about you, so scared that you would get hurt.” Satoru trailed his lips along your exposed collarbone. “And look,” emotion, his head towards the scratches on your side and the bruise forming on your head. “You did end up getting hurt. That’s something neither of us ever wants to happen.”

Concern was thick in their voices, and you couldn’t help but fill your stomach with guilt. They had warned you that something like this might eventually happen, and they were right. It did happen. You had gotten hurt despite handling yourself as long as you did. You had been training hard to keep up with your partners, and tonight, you thought you could handle this alone. Maybe you could save that child's life without the assistance of your boyfriends. But that special grade made you realize how weaker you were compared to Satoru and Suguru.

“I know.” You whispered, voice breaking as Satoru continued his exploration of your body with his lips. His hands gently grabbed your hips as Suguru slowly lifted your shirt for his best friend. “I-I know if—ah—if it wasn’t for—nngh.” Your mind went blank as Satoru trailed his tongue over your skin. Planting open-mouthed kisses and little nips over your stomach. “I—fuck I don’t know what would have happened.”

Satoru hummed, pulling down the sweats you had on. “We can’t let you do that again; it was too dangerous.” Suguru hummed, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“Satoru is right; you got hurt. We hate seeing you hurt.”

“But you did so good, doing your absolute best to save a child in need.” Satoru moaned out in between kisses against your skin. “You’d be such a good mommy. You take such good care of our children.”

“You would be.” Warm hands up to your breast, squeezing them softly. “I think that’s what you were meant to do in this world: be the most amazing mother.” You moan, arching your back as Satoru laps at your cunt, his tongue swirling around clit, causing you to jolt back. “Isn’t that something you’ve always wanted since we got together? To have our children and be a stay-at-home mother?”

“I-I—haaaah—yes, I want that.”

Bingo, both men smirk as you shut your eyes tight, losing yourself in the pleasure. This was perfect. If they knocked you up, you’d have no choice but to decline missions. They wouldn’t have to worry about you being in danger. It was a win-win scenario for all of you. You won’t be in danger and have something you always wanted.

“Then let us breed you.” Satoru breathed out against your cunt. “Let us knock you up.”

Suguru’s fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, tugging them before releasing them. “Please, princess, please, you know we’ll take good care of you. We always do.” There was something utterly manipulative and demented with the way they begged you to be the mother of their children; however, you were blind to the malicious intent behind their words. You knew your partners just wanted to take it to the next level.

That nativity was the sole reason you answered the way you did.

“Okay.” If you had known the truth that they were trying to baby-trap you, things wouldn’t have been so simple.

With your consent, both men were removed, and cock were pulled out. Both heads of their dicks at your entrance at the same time, itching to get inside of you. Shafts rub against each other as they begin pushing inside of you thick; their cock stretches you like you had never been stretched before. You gripped onto Satoru’s shoulders, wincing as both men pushed past your tight ring of muscles, sinking into your wet walls.

Your boyfriends grunted and groaned, forcing themselves deeper inside you until they were buried balls deep. You shivered and shook, crying at how full you were, stuffed with both men’s cocks. Seeing your tears and hearing your soft cries had Suguru pressing kisses down the nape of your neck while Satoru began thrusting in and out of you at a gentle pace.

“Look at you, taking both cocks so well.”

“Yeah, such a good girl for us~ going to be. Much a good mommy,”

“Yes, you will be.” Suguru moaned in agreement as he began bucking up into you in time with Satoru’s thrusts. “The perfect mommy~”

Satoru groaned, slamming his lips against yours, kissing you eagerly as you relaxed around them, making it easier for him to fuck into you. “God, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum~ to watch your stomach swell with one of our kids.” Suguru’s hands squeezed your breasts as he slid his tongue up your neck.

“Yes, you’re beautiful, but I can only imagine how much you will glow when carrying our child. How your breasts will swell.”

“O-Oooh fuck~”

“Nngh fuck, that sweet cunt just twitched; you love this, don’t you~? Being bred by both of us. Imagining being so full of our cum that you’ll be pregnant by the end of the night?”

“Yes! Yes, I want that so bad!”

“Then be a good girl and take all we have to offer,” Satoru growled in your ear, slamming his hips into you, causing both you and Suguru to gasp. The dark-haired man was quick to recover, his hips meeting Satoru’s pace, bucking madly up into you with moans against your shoulder as Satoru grabbed the headboard. “That's right~ our perfect fucking girl is going to take all our cum. We're going to fill you up so good~ so fuckin’ good.”

“Nnngh~ yes,” Suguru whispered into your ear. “I want you to be ours in every way a person can be, Princess.”

Both their cocks inside of you felt so good; you were drooling over the way they slammed into you in sync, how they told you such dirty things. They desperately wanted to breed you, to make you the mother of their children. God, they made you so wet and horny; you tried to do that for them, wanted to take their cum, to be their partner, to be re e their children.

“Oooh fuck me~!” you begged, causing both men to grunt and groan as they slammed into you harder, trying to get deeper inside of you, to fill you full of their cum. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Faster! Faster fuck!”

“Nngh fuck~ fuck yes baby I'm going to cum~ take all of it~ yeah~ take every last fucking drop of our cum!” Satoru growled against your lips, your short breaths mingling with each other as the bed creaked and groaned under both means of frantic thrusts.

“Yea~ I want to be sure you're so full~ I have no intention of leaving this bed until you're bred properly.” a rough growl heated your skin as Suguru reached around, rubbing at your clit. “Now be a good girl and milk our cocks~ allow us to fill you~.”

You came squirming and shaking against Suguru, screaming against Satoru’s lips as he continued fucking into you, as chaste kisses were pressed into your mouth. Your tightening walls, the feeling of each other's cocks throbbing was enough to have your boyfriends stiffening before slamming deep inside the heads of their cocks, twitching as cum filled your womb, which left you gasping, nails digging into Satoru’s shoulder, leaving red crescent moon shapes in your wake as you shivered.

Both men were panting heavily, kissing you gently as they continued rocking into you. Filling you with more of their cum, only stopping when you made the slight sound of discomfort. “Y-You got me.” You whispered as Satoru pulled out first.

“Huh?” a white brow twitched up as Suguru gently helped lay you onto your side as he slowly fucked into you pushing their cum deeper inside.

“What do you mean, Princess?”

“Y-You haaah nnngh~!” you gripped the sheets as Sugurh grabbed your hips fucking you tenderly. “I-I know you got me p-pregnant.”

Satoru grinned, kissing you softly as Sugurh continued thrusting into you from behind. “Oh, sweetheart~ even if we didn't do that first round, you will be by the night's end.”

Each took two more turns making sweet, tender love to you. Filling you with their cum. You were so happy, drooling as they fucked you stupidly, until your eyes rolled back, and you passed out from the exhaustion and pleasure. The night had started sour but turned into something so romantic and loving. While you were blissful, your partners smirked, watching their cum leaking out of your cunt. Sure, they were excited to start a family with you. But they were more excited that now, you would be theirs and theirs alone.

No matter who the father was of the first child, the other wouldn't stop until you were full of the second. They fully intended to make sure you'd never leave their sight. For you belonged to them and then alone.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER HEADCANONS

Author's note: this may be.. different

Anakin Skywalker who has an incredible long-term memory but an awful short-term memory. He is the type to remember something from years ago in painstaking detail—like the exact color of your dress the first time he saw you or a specific phrase you once said that made him laugh—but completely forget why he walked into a room five seconds ago.

He’d be so frustrated with himself, too:

«I can rebuild an entire podracer from memory, but I can’t remember where I put my damn lightsaber five minutes ago!»

If you would just tease him about it, his lips would twist into a pout;

“Well, at least I remembered the anniversary of our first kiss.” (Cue him smugly crossing his arms while you roll your eyes.)

Anakin Skywalker who has a diary that he writes in with a glittery gel pen;

He’d sit cross-legged on his bed in the quarters, hunched over the journal with the sparkly pen in hand, writing furiously:

«Mission Log: Obi-Wan still doesn’t get it. He says I’m reckless, but who saved his ass again today? Oh, right, me. Also, y/n smiled at me when I said goodbye, and I’m not saying it means anything, but maybe it does. Anyway, I need a new purple pen—this one’s running out of glitter ink.»

Anakin Skywalker's diary would be filled with doodles of podracers, little hearts around your name, and the occasional rant about sand;

Humming softly, he bent over the page, scrawling your name in his bold, messy handwriting. He frowned, mumbling under his breath about his uneven letters before shrugging it off. Next to your name, he started to doodle little hearts, as if each colorful heart was the show of his affection. Pink, silver, gold—he used every glittery color he had, filling the margin with love-struck decorations.

He paused, tapping the pen against his lips thoughtfully before scribbling, «You’re my favorite everything», right under your name. The ink shimmered in the dim light, catching his eye in a way that made him grin.

He felt ridiculous, like some love-struck teenager, but he didn’t care. This was for you, even if you’d never see it. A quiet, glittery tribute to the person who made the galaxy feel a little less dark.

A soft knock startled him, and his head snapped up, his heart skipping when your voice came through the door.

“Anakin? You still awake?”

Scrambling, he slapped the diary shut and stuffed it under his pillow, cheeks burning as he tried to change his expression into something casual. “Uh, yeah! Just… meditating!”

When the door slid open and you stepped in, his breath hitched. You were in your sleepwear, hair slightly tousled, and that soft smile on your face made him melt. You tilted your head, eyes narrowing playfully.

“Meditating, huh? With glitter on your fingers?”

He looked down, cursing under his breath at the sparkling pink smudge across his thumb. “Uh… yeah, it’s a new technique.”

Anakin Skywalker who has a sketchbook, where he draws A LOT of things. Podraces, you, ships, speeders, random people on the street

Anakin Skywalker who once brought you flowers after a mission;

He trudged through the Jedi Temple’s halls, boots barely making a sound on the polished floor as he fidgets with the bouquet in his hands. Well, bouquet was a generous term. It was more of a sorry-looking cluster of flowers, their once-vibrant petals now limp and pale, some barely clinging to their stems. A petal fluttered to the ground just as he took another step, and he stopped mid-step to glare at it, like he could will it back into place.

He groaned softly, running a hand through his messy curls, smearing a streak of dirt across his cheek. This had seemed like a good idea earlier. Why does everything he does fall apart before it even gets to you? His pout deepened as he plucked out the most shriveled flower, tossing it to the side with a defeated sigh.

Finally, he reached your chambers. Standing outside the door, he took a deep breath, smoothing down his tunic with his free hand and rearranging the flowers one last time. Maybe if he held them at just the right angle, you wouldn’t notice the sorry state they were in.

The door slid open, and there you were, rubbing sleep from your eyes, your expression softening the second you saw him.

“Ani?” you murmured, stepping aside to let him in.

His voice was unusually sheepish as he held out the flowers, eyes darting everywhere but your face.

“I, uh… I picked these for you. On my mission. But, um… they didn’t exactly survive the wait.”

You looked down at the wilted bouquet in his calloused hands, a few petals already scattered on the floor at his boots.

“They’re perfect,” you said softly, reaching for the flowers.

He blinked, pout fading into something almost hopeful. “You don’t have to say that. They look terrible—”

You cut him off with a kiss, lips pressing to his tenderly, hands resting on his chest. He stiffened for half a second before melting into you, his arms wrapping around your waist, the bouquet forgotten as it dangled by his side.

“You’re such a sweetheart,” you whispered against his lips, kissing him again for good measure.

He huffed, but his cheeks were pink, his free hand gently stroking your back. “I just… wanted you to know I was thinking about you. Even while I was out there. I saw them and thought you’d like them.”

“I love them,” you assured him, cradling his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over the dirt smudges on his cheek. “And I love you for bringing them to me, even if it meant walking through the Temple like this in the middle of the night.”

Anakin Skywalker who sneaked out with you to lower levels of coruscant;

As you passed by a flower stall, the vibrant colors caught his attention. He paused, eyes scanning the rows of flowers, before reaching out and plucking two purple blooms—one light lavender, the other a deep, rich violet.

“Perfect,” he murmured to himself, flashing you a smile as he walked back to you, holding the flowers gently.

“Here,” he tucked the lighter lavender flower behind your ear. Fingers lingered on your skin just for a moment, a little touch, a little enough to make your heart skip a beat. You giggled softly, cheeks flushing.

He grinned mischievously, then slid the darker flower into the breast pocket of his jacket. "For me," voice low, teasing.

You stared at him, smile widening as the warmth spread through you. “Now, that’s a perfect match,” you whispered, giggling.

“Mm-hmm,” the grin on his face stretched even wider. You could see the mischief dancing in his eyes, the way his lips curved up as if to say, «this is my favorite moment ever»

“Got it,” you said with a laugh, pressing your hands together like you were taking a picture in the air.

Anakin's face softened for a moment, and then a gleam sparkled in his eyes. “Wait, wait,” he said, holding his hands in front of him like he was about to snap a photo, just like you did. He mimicked your pose, grinning widely “Got it,” he repeated with a smirk.

Anakin Skywalker who as a young baby used to give you flowers from Jedi temple garden;

“This is for you!” he’d chirp, holding the flower up as if it were the most precious gift in the galaxy.

You’d kneel down to his level, heart melting into a puddle at how shyly he’d avert his gaze, cheeks tinged pink. “For me? It’s beautiful, Ani.”

His smile widened, bright enough to rival with the Coruscant sun. “I thought it’d look pretty on you,” he’d mumble before stepping closer, his small fingers fumbling to tuck it behind your ear.

Affection swelled in your chest as his fingers brushed against your skin, before he’d pull back to inspect his handiwork with thoughtful expression. “There,” he’d declare softly, looking utterly pleased with himself.

Your little arms would wrap tightly around his neck, voice muffled against his shoulder. “Thank you, Ani. You’re my favorite Jedi, you know that?”

“You’re my favorite everything.”

Anakin Skywalker who would eat most of your food he'd find in your chambers

Anakin Skywalker who smells like vanilla

Anakin Skywalker who loves when you stroke his back in the morning while he's still sleepy and just nuzzling to his pillow;

Soft, golden glow of the sunrise gently filtered through the curtains in your chambers , casting a gentle illumination across the side of the room. Anakin laid sprawled across the bed, body entangled in sheets. His breathing was slow and steady, tousled curls sticking to his forehead in a mix of shadows cast by the night and the faint morning light. You, propped up on one arm, tenderly stroked his back, fingertips gliding over his skin while time to time pressing gentle kisses to his bare shoulder. The sensation stirred his body slightly, and he shifted beneath your touch, acting like a contented puppy who curled up to enjoy the affection.

his words laced with a lazy, sleepy drawl. "Don’t stop," he murmured, a soft groan escaping his lips with his eyes remaining closed. With a gentle smile, you continued your gentle caresses, tracing small circles across his back, watching him shift and sigh while his muscles relaxed under your touch.

But as you took your hand away to change your position, he stirred once more, rolling onto his side to face you. His eyes were half-lidded and clouded with the remnants of sleep, a soft, pleading expression in his tone. "C'mon... more... please," his hand reaching out towards you, pulling you closer, fingers grazing along the sheets. You let out a soft chuckle, but without hesitation, drew closer to him and your hand shot out to find itself in his curls. With delicate fingers, you ran them through the soft strands, lightly massaging his scalp, causing a small hitch in his breath.

Anakin Skywalker who read tons of books, watched a lot of videos about gardening all to make you proud that he could seed tulips and make them grow

Anakin Skywalker who secretly sips on your coffee, always muttering that «sharing is caring»

Anakin Skywalker who makes «your mom» jokes

Anakin Skywalker who constantly hacks their stats in every video game he plays

Anakin Skywalker who uses the word «fuck» like a comma.

Anakin Skywalker who definitely has a roblox account and even though he's a softie, he bullies some kids there;

He logs in with the most ridiculous username, something like DarthSlayer69, and his avatar is over-the-top—dark cape, glowing red eyes, and a lightsaber accessory. He’s spent way too much time customizing it because, of course, he has to look intimidating.

And then? He enters some innocent game like Adopt Me! or Brookhaven and immediately starts causing mayhem.

"Get off my property, kid," he types in the chat, standing in front of a house he didn’t even buy.

In Tower of Hell, he’d purposely push people off platforms, then type: "Too slow. Guess you weren’t strong enough."

If anyone dared to clap back, he’d go full into fighting back; "Do you know who I am? I’ve fought in wars. You’re just a noob with bad Wi-Fi."

When you walk into the room while he’s cackling at his antics, you took one look at the screen, and roll your eyes.

"Anakin, are you bullying children again?"

"No, angel, I’m teaching them a valuable lesson." He'd say too smugly

Anakin Skywalker who uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner yet still has the softest hair ever, which obviously makes you mad because you have to use tons of products to make your hair look decent.

Anakin Skywalker who fixes your lightsaber too often;

Anakin leaned back against the workbench, arms crossed over his chest, as he watched you sheepishly place your lightsaber in front of him. His expression was equal parts of amused and exasperated

"Again?" he drawled, raising an eyebrow.

You shrugged, avoiding his gaze as you fiddled with the hem of your tunic. "It... broke."

"It broke," he repeated, tone dripping with mock disbelief. He picked up the hilt, turning it over in his hands like inspecting some troublesome droid. "No, sweetheart, you broke it. What did you do this time? Smash it against a rock? Use it to pry open a door?"

"I didn’t!" you protested, immediately crossing your arms in self-defense. "I was fighting, and—"

"And you lost control," he finished for you, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You know, lightsabers are meant for precision. Not..." He gestured vaguely, as if mimicking you wildly flailing the weapon around.

Your face flushed at that, and you jabbed a finger at him. "Are you going to fix it or just stand there and tease me all day, Master Skywalker?"

At the sound of his full title, he grinned, as if it alone was enough to satisfy his ego. Setting the hilt down on the bench, he reached for his tools. "Oh, I’ll fix it. Like I always do. But you know..." He shot you a sly glance. Uh, oh.."If you keep this up, I’m going to start charging you."

"Charging me?" You blinked, incredulous. "With what? We don’t even use credits in the Order!"

He leaned in closer, smirk deepening. "Not credits, sweetheart. Favors." his eyes roamed down and up your body

Your stomach did a little flip "Favors?"

He nodded, picking up a small tool and starting to carefully disassemble the damaged saber. "Mm-hmm. Maybe you take over my chores for a week. Or you could cook dinner for once instead of ordering ration packs. Or..." He set the tool down and leaned in again, voice dropping to a near-whisper, eyes darting down to your lips. "You could just kiss me every time you break it."

you scoffed "That’s a ridiculous system," you muttered, but you didn’t pull away when he leaned even closer

"Is it?" he murmured, breath warm against your skin. "Seems fair to me. I put in the work, and I get a little reward."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face. "Fine," you relented, leaning in to close the distance between you. Your lips brushed against his in a soft, quick peck, and you felt him smile against you.

When you finally pulled back, he looked far too pleased with himself.

"See?" tone smug. "Much better payment than credits."

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[justastraymoa]

Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 10

The reveal and live

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation panic attack description.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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I took a deep breath.  This was happening.  I had no choice.

As they gave people a chance to join the live, I decided to pull it up on my own phone.  It was a surreal feeling being able to watch the live and see it in person.

I joined all the fans greeting the boys by sending a wave emoji of my own and a set of heart hands, chuckling at my own stupidity.  A few seconds later Lee Knows’ laugh made me look up from reading all the comments.

“You’re such a dork.”  He shook his head at me but had a fond smile on his face.

“What?”  Han asked looking over at Lee Knows phone.

“She commented a wave and heart hands.”

Han smiled toothily at me and waved.

“Aww, I missed it!”  Changbin complained scrolling through the comments to try and find it.

“Just wave to her, she’s right there!”  Seungmin gestured to me.

“It’s not the same!”

And then I watched the viewers realize that Stray Kids was going to maybe reveal their Alpha on the live and subsequently flip out.

“We will be announcing a couple surprises today.”  Chan confirmed, teasing STAY slightly.

“Good surprises!”  I.N added with his wide dimple smile directed at the camera.  He was going to end some lives if he kept that up.

“We should have set you up with media before this, to make sure your profiles are secure.”  JYP mused immediately pulling out his phone and typing away.

I squinted at him suspiciously.  “You know all my log ins, don’t you.”  I accused.

JYP scoffed.  “Of course I do.”

The man was thorough in his good intentioned stalking/protecting, I’ll give him that.  I was afraid of what else he knew.  My bank account information?  My graduating GPA?  Yeah, most likely.

“They are going to get everything done now.  Hopefully before you go on and netizens manage to hunt you down.”  He informed putting his phone away again.

I shrugged a shoulder.  “Cool.  Thanks.”  I didn’t really know how to reply to that.  I didn’t even know if id notice a difference on my profiles.

The boys started off by officially announcing the end of their hiatus with a little cheer.  They talked about things they worked on between Alphas while on hiatus, feeding off each other’s energy really well.  Each passionately talking about their extracurricular activities.  Gaming, baking, guitar, art, cooking, they shared it all with STAY.

When they started to talk about finding their Alpha I really started to panic.  It was almost time for me to go on and become known.  My heart raced and I started to shake and sweat.  My breathing was so short and fast I was almost hyperventilating.  Or maybe I really was hyperventilating.  Locking my body, I frantically shook my head when the guys finally gestured me forward.

“Y/n, its okay.  Come on.”  I.N called waving his hand.

I just shook my head more frantically and took a step back, bumping into J.  “That’s your cue, Y/n.”  He whispered to me.

“Nononononono.”  I chanted still shaking my head.

Chan stood and jogged over to me, taking my hands, and resting our foreheads together to bring comfort with touch and scent.  His warmth radiating to me as well.

“Be nice STAY, she’s really nervous.” Changbin told the live, him and the others stalling me while Chan calmed me down.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!  I can’t!  I can’t do it!”  I whispered, voice shaking as I tried not to cry and ruin the makeup caked on my face.

Chan nodded slightly, forehead still on mine.  “You can.  You can do this.  We are all right here for you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”  I chanted trying to pull away.  To escape and run.

“Hey, hey, hey.  Shh, shh.  Look at me.”  Chan held me firm, transferring from holding my hands to cupping my face, thumbs stroking soothingly.  “We will not let anything happen to you.”  He stated firmly, holding my gaze steadily.

“I can’t, I can’t!  Chan, I can’t!”  I was begging, pleading.  For what, I’m not sure.  A way out?  Permission?  Forgiveness?  I needed Chan to help me.  To understand.

“Y/n, just breathe.  I’m right here.  I’m with you.  Deep breaths.”  He took exaggerated deep breaths for me to copy.

I nodded and copied him, breathing choppily, but attempting to match him as best I could.  Focusing entirely on him and my breathing.  In…and out…in…and out.  The air swirling deep into my lungs before leaving in a slow, but gradually getting steadier stream.  In…and out. Chan in front of me, breathing with me, holding me gently, but warm and steady.  His calming scent filling my nose and lungs with each inhale.  In…and out.

My heart rate slowed with my breathing, clearing my head of the blind panic that had overcome me.  I was here.  My Omegas were here.  JYP was here.  We were all okay.

“Feel better?”  Chan asked smoothing my hair back from my damp forehead.

I nodded slightly, jerkily, still half focused on my breathing.

Behind Chan, the others were telling stories of what we did during my week stay with them, Including the photoshoot and the infamous monopoly game where I still owed Lee Know money.  And he’s not forgetting that any time soon.

I place my hands over Chris’.  “I’m sorry.”  I breathed out.

Chan shook his head.  “No need to apologize.  I know this is all new to you and it’s a lot and happening really fast.  After the reveal it will steady a bit while we get ready for tour, okay?”

“Okay, okay.  I’m okay.  I can do this.  I got this.”  I chanted more for myself than for Chan.

Chan nodded.  “You do got this.  We are not going to let you look like a fool alone.”  He joked lightly with a smirk.  “Now, let’s do this.”  He weaved his fingers in mine and turned toward the others.

Felix looked over with a bright smile and big pleading eyes.  “Cuddles?”  He asked, reaching out and making cute little grabby hands at me.

I freaking melted in the face of tiny Felix being tiny and adorable.  I let Chris lead us both to the couch where Felix immediately pulled me close and draped himself on me.

“This is our Alpha, L/n F/n.”  Felix introduced me again, hugging me tighter briefly.

I swallowed and looked at the tablet with the best smile I could muster.  This is just like talking to new clients.  It’s all about customer service.  It’s all acting and catering to the client – or in this case, STAY.  Customer service I could do.  Been perfecting that since my first job running register at the local mom and pop corner shop when I was 13.

“Hello, STAY!  I’m so glad to be here with Stray Kids today as we share all our updates and good news!”  I waved at the camera with my free hand.

With Chan still holding my hand and Felix cuddling close, I managed to bury my nerves, anxiety, and panic and settle into my customer service persona.  A familiar and comfortable role.

As JYP promised, the boys led the conversation, feeding me in and helping me find the right things to say so I didn’t mess up.  They were seasoned pros at this by now.  Just as comfortable on camera as they were off camera.

“They want to know why it took so long to bond if you were with us for an entire week.”  I.n informed.  I was not looking at my own phone anymore because I was honestly scared to see the comments concerning myself.

I sighed and wrinkled my nose at the question.  I know next to no one would understand my reasoning.  “There are a lot of things to take into account when making such a big decision.”  I began, attempting to keep my answer vague, but still truthful.  “I wanted to be sure.”

I would catch flack for that, I am positive.  They will say I am ungrateful and unworthy.  But I stand by what I did.  How I got here.  It was the best way for me.  And my Omegas and me both needed me to be 100% positive, or I wouldn’t be able to be the Alpha we all needed.  I really wouldn’t be worthy.

Lee Know seemed to bristle as he read the responses.  I could see exactly how angry each new comment made him.  Watch as thunder danced in his eyes and clouded his perfect face.

So, I kissed the back of Chans hand still in mine, then Felixs temple before removing myself from both men to move over to the couch with Changbin, Han, and Lee Know.

I sat sideways on Changbins lap, my legs bent over Lee Knows lap and feet tucked under Hans thigh.  Changbin adjusted so he had one arm loosely around my middle and Han snuck a hand under my jean leg so his fingers could brush the bare skin on my ankle.

I, however, was mainly focused on Lee Know, stroking his hair away with a finger and watching as it bounced back into place.  I leaned towards his ear, bending so we could talk more privately.  “Don’t be mad at them, kitty.  I’m STAY too, remember?  They are not going to say anything I didn’t already tell myself.”  He looked up to meet my eyes, still upset.  “They are protective of you because they love you.  They don’t know that I love you too and just want to protect you the best way I can.”

He thrust his phone at me.  “They are saying awful things!  Calling you ugly!”  He growled.

I giggled at the sweetness of him getting defensive over me.  “Lee Know, they aren’t wrong.”  I poked his forehead when his furrow deepened at my words.  “Look how long it took for the stylists to get me ready.  How much work it took.  And I still look like crap next to you guys!  You are all so gorgeous, and I’m average at best.”

Changbin poked my side, making me jump.  “You shouldn’t talk bad about yourself.”  He disapproved.

I shook my head with a smile.  “I’m not.  I know how lucky I am to even be considered average.  It’s just you are all on your own level.”  I pursed my lips.  We were getting off track.  “Not the point.  Point is, there is no reason to get upset.”

“Yeah, well that’s easier said than done.”  Lee Know grumped.

“Just move on with the announcements.”  I gestured to Chan.

The announcement of the mini tour successfully distracted STAY, who went feral for the news.  I suspected that tickets would not last long once they went on sale.

It also distracted the guys enough that after a few minutes I was able to slip off camera.  They were so into excitedly talking about their mini tour that I don’t think any of them even noticed my absence.

J gave me a one-armed hug.  “You did very well.  Very natural.”  He praised quietly.  I nodded in gratitude with a relieved sigh.  It was over.  The hurtle was jumped.

The world knew my face.  Knows I’m an Alpha.  There really is no coming back from that.  Maybe one day that thought won’t make fear settle heavy in the pit of my stomach.

J turned us toward the door, and I went willingly enough, though I was careful not to leave the Omegas line of sight.  The last thing I wanted to do was disappear on them suddenly.

“I want to introduce you to your security.”  J gestured to 2 fairly large men waiting patiently just outside the room.

“My security?”  I had just figured I would be included by whosever security I was with at that moment.

“This is Duri and Minjun.  You don’t leave the apartment or this building without one of them.  Not even to get your mail.”

I bowed in greeting to both men politely and smiled.  “I’m grateful, but is it needed?”

“Absolutely.  Each member has their own security, and you will be no different.”

He knew more about the dangers than I did, so I wasn’t about to argue with him.  “Okay.  Thank you in advance.”

Minjun offered a bag to JYP.  “Oh, good, they got that done quick.  These are yours, Y/n.  Everything is set up for you already.”  I peeked into the bag J handed over to me.  Laptop, tablet, phone, all shiny new and top of the market.  He even went so far as to make sure I had an android, which was my preferred phone.  (A/N:  fight me!)

“J, no.  I’m not comfortable with this.”  Ironic that Felix and I were just discussing a new phone this morning.  If I didn’t know any better, I would say Felix tattled on me.  The timing was just too perfect to be purely coincidence.

“I know what you are thinking and relax.  This isn’t a handout.  Its payment for work you have already done and work you will do.”

“I haven’t done anything.  Being their Alpha is not a job.  I don’t want paid for it.”  I handed the bag back.

“I’m not paying you for that.  You’ve taken several photos for Stray Kids, and you did a live today.”  He pushed the bag back towards me.  “You will do more in the future.  Don’t argue.  I’m stubborn.  I’ll win.”

I rolled my eyes and gave in.  “I will earn this and anything else.”  I warned.

“I’d expect nothing less.”  JYP gave me another one-armed hug.  “I need to go.  You did very good.  Thank you, I know how hard this was.  And scary.  I’ll make sure you stay safe.”  He promised.

Before I could respond I was grabbed from behind and lifted off my feet.  I squealed in shock.

“Too far away.”  Seungmin complained carrying me back into the room and to his seat on the couch.  “Found her.”  He announced.

“I rolled my eyes, looks like I didn’t get away after all.  “I was barely out of the room!  I could still see you!”

Seungmin sat me on his lap, arms still locked around me.  “Too. Far.  Away.”

Hyunjin twisted so he lay half on top of me and Seungmin, getting comfortable and placing his feet on I.ns lap.  I.n and Seungmin didn’t seem to mind, neither making a sound of complaint.

I let my head fall back onto Seungmins shoulder and wrapped an arm around Hyunjin so my hand rested splayed out on his chest, moving occasionally to rub absentmindedly as they all went back to their live.

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[al1fers-haven]

Adam x Innocent Sinner Reader?

Like, a reader who is a sinner but only because they went to hell on accident or the sin they did was so minor/they were forced into it?

Adam finds them during an extermination and they're just trying to calm down some kids and he's just like "aw, I can't hurt you 🥺"

They totally don't remind him of Eve, totally not

Sorry if that's a bit much >-<

AHH (as much as i hate Adam, they designed him way too good) ; 0 ;

I am so sorry about how long this took and how short it is, Adam is harder to write for since I don't see much of him in the show. but I hope this did well!

Adam x Sinner! reader You hadn't really done much in your life, let alone your death. You tried and tried to stay away from trouble when you were alive. And the only thing you could think of was stealing a couple things as a teenager. But everyone made those little mistakes, right?

The sound of the sinners running around in the streets and screaming was as evident as the smell of blood. The angels flew around the streets and killed many of the inhabitants in the area. You looked back at the group of children behind you, panic flowing through your body as you pushed them back towards the classroom corner, staying as far away from the windows and the door. "M-Ms.L/n. What's going on?" The little girl tugged on your jacket, letting out a sniffle as she hugged onto your leg. Your eyes widened a little as you sighed. Turning around and leaning down in front of her. "Sweetie....you remember how mommy said at the meeting that she was worried about that extermination thing? Yeah! Well- that's happening right now.." The little girl nodded, a couple of the children letting out yelps and screams as the door to the classroom slammed open. A couple of holy-looking beings wearing helmets and masks run into the room. "There! Look at those-" You stood up, shielding the students behind you with your body. The larger demon with a golden face looked towards you, laughing a bit. "You see this shit? Am I seeing this shit, Lute?" One of the exterminators shaking her head no. "You stay away from them! They have done nothing!" Adam looked towards you giggling, letting out a loud groan as he stared at you and the group for a bit. "Fuck! You're making it really hard to kill ya' hottie. Doing this selfless shit in front of me...." He looked you up and down, his heartbeat speeding up as he saw you now. Your bright blue glowing eyes and the more human-like features reminded him a lot of his second wife. Your black hair went down to your waist and you shielding the children reminded him a lot of how Eve had shielded their song, Cain. "Fuck!!" Lute blinked a couple times, looking over Adam's shoulder with a quirked brow. "You...you aren't going to hurt us...?" Your stance weakened a little bit, looking confused as you kept one of the children from looking out. Tears flowed from many of the students. "Awh! No, I could never babe! Damn, I have a soft spot huh? Gotta work on that shit. Hey! Lute! Danger tits, write that down in my log. 'Work on marital problems'." The woman nodded, walking over to the door with a notepad. "What are you doing here? Peter mess up?" Adam walked around you, huffing a little bit as he sent his little angels away. A couple of children walk out from behind you. "Im...I stole a bit. That's all. I'm glad to be here- so I could help these children--" Adam hummed, nodding. seeming not to care that much anymore as he sat in your desk chair. "Yeah- uh-huh. Sure. Okay miss virtue, You got boring. Tell anyone I spared you and I'll be back quicker than you want." He pointed at you, patting one of the children, and walked out of the door yelling for that woman.

"...what the fuck?" You quickly covered your mouth, looking down at the gawking 5-year-olds.

[spookitapes]

jschlatt nsfw visuals part l

summary | porn i associate with jschlatt bc i’m a whore for him

pairing | jschlatt x fem!reader (kinda ft. chuckle sandwich & friends)

warnings/cw | porn, smut, choking, slapping, spanking, daddy kink, getting caught by your friends, rough sex, edging, public sex, fucking in someone else’s bed, degradation, praise, humiliation, orgasm ban, anal, overstimulation, drunk/high sex (with consent), car sex

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

!! you need to log in to twitter to see the vids from there !!

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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quickies

❧ “such a slut for me, aren’tcha sweetheart? yeah, you’re so goddamn easy for me.”

❧ fucks you like he HATES you during quickies…especially if you were being a brat or teasing him beforehand

❧ he’s going all out for the short amount of time given..give him 5 minutes or 5 hours he’s gonna have your legs shaking by the end of it.

❧ that man is gonna choke you, slap you, spit in your mouth, and still have time to fuck your throat with his dick that’s covered in your cum.

in an unlocked room of a nye party

❧ you did not see yourself ending up here…on some dude’s bed at a nye streamer party your boyfriend invited you to

❧ but schlatt doesn’t tolerate disrespect well. so when the host’s roommate started flirting with you as soon as he disappeared to get you two drinks…you knew he ur pussy was done

❧ he watched in amusement as you tried to let him down easy at first, but when he started calling you a bitch and grabbing at you it took schlatt all of three seconds to be between you two

❧ his fist clenched the man’s collar as you tried to calm him down

❧ “baby it’s okay- i’m okay!”

❧ “he’s not worth it, jonny!”

❧ “b-baby please just let it go!”

❧ he dropped eye contact with the man when he felt your nails digging into his shoulder

❧ he knew he had to push him away when he saw the worried look on your face— tears threatening your waterline

❧ but big guy’s gotta get his frustrations out somehow, and he knows the perfect way to get revenge and make you feel better

❧ so with a sigh, he releases the douchebag’s shirt with a shove and grabs your hand to lead you upstairs

❧ “yeah i bet you like gettin fucked on this prick’s bed knowing he could walk in at anytime, huh? like knowing the closest that bastard’s ever gonna get to this pussy is the fucking stain on his sheets.”

❧ you’re praying to the almighty man himself that jonny doesn’t notice the way your stomach twists up with the flames of an orgasm building..

❧ but god’s not listening and he’s laughing along with your boyfriend..who’s grinning down at you as he leans in to your ear

❧ “oh i felt that, sweetheart. felt this slutty pussy tighten up on me when i said that. knew you were nasty— but fuuuuuccck.”

❧ he’s g r o w l i n g his words out at this points

❧ teeth pulling on your earlobe followed by his hot breath fanning against it

❧ “m’gonna make you squirt all over this fucking comforter, doll. leave him a gift to push his face into as he jerks his sorry excuse of a dick off.”

❧ safe to say you two left a wet spot the size of russia and a lasting impression on twitter.

(bonus)

❧ “and to think you kept whining about some dumb kiss…shoulda known i always go above and beyond for my girl.”

giving you a punishment one two three

❧ “count or im startin over, understand?”

❧ don’t even think out nodding your head..

❧ cause he’ll put his fingers in your hair and yank your head back to meet his eyes as his other hand lands the first smack on your ass

❧ “use your goddamn words..you know better than that, angel.”

❧ “y-yes sir!! i understand! i’m sorry won’t happen again..i’ll listen— promise !!” comes tumbling out in a high pitched whine

❧ “ya better or you’re not cumming at all. gonna bruise this ass and leave ya all messy and unsatisfied like a whore. you want that, y/n ?”

❧ as hot as that sounds you definitely don’t want that..too horny and too pent up to be able to breathe without cumming

❧ so you fall into submission easily, counting out each spank he gives you

❧ thanking him profusely after he’s satisfied enough to slide his big fingers into your cunt

❧ “don’t thank me yet, i still haven’t decided to let you cum.”

❧ he can sense the frown spreading across your face at the whine you let out, so he picks up the pace of finger fucking you

❧ his unoccupied hand returning to giving you more harsh slaps across the ass

❧ “drop the attitude, toots or m’not gonna let you cum. just gotta keep being a good girl for me, can ya do that? can ya reach back here and give daddy a kiss?”

❧ so you gather all your strength as you strain your upper half to face him, tears falling down your cheeks as you reach for his lips

❧ it’s anything but what you’re expecting— slow and passionate. full of the love and softness as he batters your pussy and let’s you moan into his mouth

❧ “such a fucking good girl for me, knew you were in there somewhere. my pretty doll just needed to be reminded of her place, huh? fuck your self back on— thaaaat’s it.”

❧ but every time you’re about to cum he’s pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy

❧ the frustration builds as you thrash around

❧ whining that “s’not fuckin fair!”

❧ “keep strugglin and i’ll really give you something to cry about.”

❧ his harsh tone makes you come to a halt, eyes red & legs shaking from being pulled back from the edge so many times

❧ and as soon as you still and meet his gaze he’s bullying his digits back into your sore pussy again

(bonus)

❧ “go ahead and cum for me, baby. been so good— yeah, cream all over my fingers…goooood fuckin girl.”

❧ sometimes instead of edging you jonny gives you exactly what you want…he’ll let you cum and he’s not gonna stop till you can’t cum anymore.

❧ “keep on fucking whining like you didn’t ask for this, y/n.”

❧ your chest is pressed against his and he’s got a death grip on your waist

❧ the only sound in the room is your loud cries and the sloppy fucking of his fingers into you

❧ your ass high in the air as he drills your pussy, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your tired body

❧ “keep still-stop goddamn squirmin!”

❧ it’s barked into your ear, chops scratching your skin as he roughly grabs your jaw and forces your eyes to meet

❧ “i swear to god if keep moving i’ll strap the hitachi to your clit and leave you here all night.”

❧ before you can respond he’s setting a lightening quick pace, pussy spasming round him once again

❧ “fuuuck give it to me, darlin. you can keep going, come on and show me how good this pussy cums for me.”

❧ he only does it as an end to an orgasm ban (when you break a rule so he doesn’t let you cum for a certain amount of time..not even by yourself)

❧ you have to seriously piss schlatt off for him to ban you (he loves your pussy too much)

❧ but when he does…

❧ he’s not touching your pussy at all

❧ not gonna let you touch it either

❧ not even allowed to have your clit played with when it’s a punishment fuck

❧ you have to get off from the anal alone and if you don’t…that’s not his problem lmao

❧ maybe next time you’ll listen and behave for him…

❧ till then he’s using your ass as a fleshlight and lettin your week-long neglected pussy leak out so much it covers your thighs & all of his lower half

(bonus)

❧ “oh goddamn it, babydoll. didn’t know i could get you to squirt without even touching your pussy..imma have to do it again.”

late night car shenanigans one two

❧ it started off so innocent 🥲

❧ jonny asking if you wanted to ride around and listen to music with him at 3 am

❧ it’s a usual thing you two do together when you couldn’t sleep so you didn’t think much of it

❧ so you slipped on a tank top & a cardigan with a cute new mini skirt to match

❧ little did you know that skirt is your boyfriend’s new found kryptonite

❧ so now the skirt’s bunched around your waist

❧ your back’s pressed half against the door half against the passenger seat with your boyfriend’s fingers deep inside your pussy as he speeds down the interstate

❧ the loud bass that’s usually filled the car is silent

❧ schlatt wants to be sure he can hear his favorite symphony— your noises accompanied by the sounds of your wet pussy

(bonus)

❧ “whatcha want to eat, love? i know cumming like that had to make you work up an appetite.”

❧ “don’t worry about me i’ll eat my favorite meal at home. it’s hot and ready whenever i want.” (yes he’d make a little caesar’s joke about ur coochie tell me i’m wrong)

❧ camping with chuckle sandwich seemed like a good idea

❧ till you were drunk in the woods and only 10 feet away from your friends in tents

❧ “j-jonny we can’t..not with them right there.”

❧ “come on doll, they won’t even notice.”

❧ “you and i both know i can’t stay quiet enough for that..baby please.”

❧ as tipsy as he is he knows you’re right..so he sneaks you two out of the tent

❧ he grabs two new beers and leads you back to the parking lot of the forrest

❧ once you’re in the car it’s game over

❧ you’re both insatiable as you make out on his lap

❧ in your drunken kiss you knock the sun visor down and a pre-rolled blunt falls between you two on your laps

❧ you bite your lip as you look between the blunt and your boyfriend..hoping he catches your drift

❧ he catches that shit.

❧ so now your getting railed in the passenger seat as schlatt leans over you and shotguns the smoke into your mouth

❧ the feeling of being cross faded adds so much to being fucked

❧ you’re so sensitive it’s insane

❧ schlatt swears he’s never heard you making these types of noises before

❧ doesn’t even care about the carpet burn that’s starting to form on his knees

❧ the feeling of being crossed and inside of you is enough to make him speed up is thrusts

❧ you’re so lost in each other you don’t realize the sun starting to rise

❧ so lost in the sauce jonny just turns his phone off to stop it from ringing (he doesn’t even check to see who it is RIP)

❧ or hear the footsteps and calls of your names nearing the parking lot

❧ or when your friends finally knock on the car door they’re met with a porn star level performance from you both

❧ you’ll blame it on the substances later because right now nothing is gonna stop you both from covering the seat in another load of your almost future children

(bonus)

❧ “do you think they know?”

❧ schlatt gives you a small smile and kiss to the forehead

❧ “of course not, doll”

❧ you settle at the news, anxiety leaving your body

❧ “we DEFINITELY know.”

[igotanidea]

Pain! : J.T x reader

Request: Jason is so overwhelmed and with so much adrenaline that needs to be released that he ends up hurting his girlfriend during sex

Warnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected p in v, rape, angst, hurt, no comfort, dark themes

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„Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned pressing into her further, harder, faster.

“Jason…. I …..” she tried to say something, to tell him that it felt different than any other time before but he simply wasn’t listening.

Half an hour ago he came back from his patrol, adrenaline still boiling inside him and he desperately needed something, someone to help him get it out of his system. And since it was the ritual that he swung by his girlfriend after being done with beating criminals….. boom. It only took him a minute to pin her to the mattress, his mind completely blurred, focus on the sensation of her body squirming underneath him.

Fuck, he loved the way she was scratching her nails along his back, her ragged, quickened breath hitting his ear, the taste of her skin as he kissed her neck, sucked her breast  and flicked his tongue over her nipples.

“So fucking good.” He repeated, pressing her knees more into her chest, hitting deeper and making her whine.

“Jason….. please….”

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” he smirked, trailing kisses over her jaw, smirking at the thought that he was the one to make her so needy. Needy of him.

“No, please….” she tried again, her palms resting on his chest as she tried to push him away desperately, but was too weak to succeed “it…. It hurts…..”

“I know baby, but just hold on for me, all right? I’m gonna make you feel so good. Just let me….”

“It really hurts! Please, Jay, please, just stop. Ah!” she shuddered, but it was not because of the pleasure but rather because the pace he set was brutal, piercing. It felt like someone was burning her from the inside and she simply could not take it. What happened to her Jason? The one who was caring and attentive, always thinking about her while having sex? He knew the size difference. He knew how easy it was to push past her limits and yet, all of that care and thoughtfulness was gone. He was chasing his own pleasure, not caring about collateral damage.

Collateral damage being her.

“Just relax for me princess.” He cooed into her ear, kissing the soft spot behind it, but it didn’t help at all.

“It’s too much…” her sob was cut off by his mouth on her. He was kissing her with the urgency, getting absolutely lost in the feeling of her spasming around his cock, not giving her even the slightest chance to object or voice her concerns . He just pushed and pushed and pushed in and out in a repetitive motion, his ragged breath and groans silencing the whimpers and little, desperate cries of her. He was so fucking close, focused only on the way his digits were diving into her pussy, taking him so good, so well.

Or at least that was what he thought.

“Jace…..” she cried once again, but it was for nothing. He sped up even more (it was hardly possible, but again – the adrenaline) and finally blew off inside her, painting her walls with all of his cum, still rocking his hips against her, feeling alive like never before.

“Y/N….” he whispered in a post-coital bliss “Y/N?” it took him a few seconds to realize that he didn’t feel her soft hands on him, caressing him, touching, pulling him in. She was lying like a lifeless log, her eyes blurry, tears running down her cheeks, her whole body quivering.

Oh, fuck…..

“Baby?” his voice suddenly became small and concerned. What did he do? Slowly, not to cause her any additional pain he pulled back and much to his terror notice the blood dripping from her pussy. Fuck square. “Y/N? Baby…..I…..” he hesitated not sure what to say, extending his arm and cupping her cheek caressing it, but it only made her flinch and closed her eyes “Princess, I…. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to ……”

“Please, get away from me.” she sobbed and he had no choice but to listen, changing his position to lay on the right side of bed “don’t … touch me….”

“Princess, what can I do?” he observed her trembling silhouette as she tried to get out from bed, but her legs gave up on her and she fell to the ground crying even more . “Please, let me help you, what do you need love?”

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” she screamed and gathering all her strength, like a newborn deer stood on the shaking limbs and as fast as she could moved towards the  bathroom.  The only sound Jason heard after was the click of the lock and muffled sounds of pain.

She was in pain.

She was in pain because of him.

And what was even worse, she tried to tell him, but he did not listen too selfish in his blinding desire.

Fuck.

He had to do something. She could scream at him, curse at him, throw things at him, tell him to go to hell (where he actually was now), but this was his fuckup and he just had to make it right.

“Y/N.” he sprung out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door “Baby, please, open up.”

“GO AWAY!”

“You know I can’t leave you like this. Please. I’m sorry. “

“I said go away!”

“Let me help you.”

“I think you did enough!”

 “I really want to make it better.”

“Better?” the door opened rapidly and her broken, vulnerable, pale and exhausted figure came into display “And how are you planning on doing this?”

“I ….. I’ll do anything. I love you.” he pleaded with her but it only made her cry out again, breaking his heart in the process.

“I…. I know you do. I know, Jason.”

“Please, come back to bed. You’re gonna get cold.’ He pointed out. The fact was that her emotional, hurting body and brain prevented her from putting on any piece of clothing and now she was standing in the middle of the bathroom, on the cold tiled floor, absolutely naked, the last drops of blood staining the place where she was standing . “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. I promise. I can make you some hot chocolate and maybe we can….. talk about it? Please, baby, please…..”

“I…..” she stuttered. There was nothing that she wanted more than to dive into his arms, to feel his warm embrace and calming touch. She wanted to feel safe with him. But unfortunately that was not an option for the moment. And who knew how long it would take to recover? “I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. I just want to get some rest.”

“Do you want me to….?”

“No. I…. I need some alone time. I ….. need to process all this.”

“does It hurt much?”

“What do you think!? Fuck, Jason ,you know you are big and I don’t mean that as a complement now! We talked about it hundreds of times!”

“I’ll take the couch then.”

She only looked him in the eyes one. It was devastating to see so much pain behind his orbs. So much guilt, so much regret. Somewhere deep inside she knew he never meant to hurt her and that treating him this cold was cruel, but she was hurting. Both emotionally and physically and the wound was too fresh to move past this.

“Good night, Jason”  she muttered moving towards the bedroom and closing the door tightly, leaving him in the literal dark.

None of them were going to sleep well that night.

Y/N found herself tossing and turning in the bed, not sure what the new day would bring and fighting the urge to just get up, get to him and cuddle in hope the trauma would go away.

Meanwhile Jason was sitting on the floor, leaning his head on her bedroom door, mentally cursing himself and running hands through his head repeatedly.

Could she forgive him?

[norman-fucking-reedus]

high late night thought but I have this crazy idea about the reader making Daryl a multifunctional wooden crossbow and its frying my brain

It happened as the two of you were making your way back to your campsite after a long day of splashing and hand catching fish in the lake, Daryl nudged your shoulder with his and pointed to a deer. “M’gon get it” He whispered, already aimming his crossbow.

You turned your head briefly, checking to see where Dog had wondered off too when you heard what sounded like elastic snapping, followed by Daryl’s very frantic cursing.

“What happened?!” When you whipped around, Daryl was already crouched around the bow as he made an attempt to fix it. You got next to him to try and see what was wrong. “It didn’t fire like it was supposed ta… Hold tha part” Your fingers pinched the piece he pointed at, watching as his hands slightly trembled as he tried to re string the bow to the actual trigger, you holding down the piece that clamps the trigger into place.

Snap.

Daryl held up the fully broken string, feeling his heart break along with it.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Daryl” You whispered as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He shook his head, once again trying to jam the string ends back into place but to no avail, only further damaging the weapon. He exhaled in frustration. “I’ve had this damned thing since I was a teenager, it was tha’ first thing Merle ever got fer me” Daryl mumbled, rolling the thick bowstring in his hands. His chest hurt and there was a small lump building in his throat.

You stared down at the crossbow, analyzing it’s shape before carefully picking it up to take a better look at the mechanics. “C’mon. We can figure something out handsome”

It took you a few months to figure something out.

Over that time period, Daryl was absolutely crushed.

He was visibly upset, snapping and yelling at anyone who talked to him, on one occasion at Judith, but he quickly apologized.

It was obvious to everyone that Daryl’s crossbow was of extreme sentimental value, and it would take time for him to heal. Carol had offered to teach him how to use a standard bow, only to be dismissed with an agitated “I used a goddamn bow ‘nd arrow before”

Daryl was frustrated with nobody but himself, frustrated that the countless times he’s had to fix the thing, he couldn’t do it one more time.

You spent the first half of the first month studying how all the strings worked and the mechanisms of the weapon in general. It wasn’t complicated, especially when you started to pick stuff apart. You spent the other half brainstorming and designing ideas for a more sturdier and functional crossbow, trying to stay calm as you watched Daryl intimidatingly stalk around the community. You felt bad knowing you both blamed yourselves, even though it was neither one of yours fault.

You got lucky in the second month, when you and Carol had gotten lost in the woods, and your only flashlight stopped working.

You just couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, “I’m trying to make Daryl a new crossbow” You blurted out as the two of you stopped walking. Carol turned to you in the dark, striking a match as she did. “That’s nice, how’s it goin?” She smiled softly at your eye roll. “I just don’t know exactly to build it, let alone design” You scoffed, kicking a rock. You weren’t some kind of handyman, but it made busied your mind to have something to build or deconstruct. “Well, we’re in the forest. Why not get some wood?” Carol struck another match, your eyes flickering towards the sound, watching the stick ignite into flames. You nodded, smiling absently as you followed her.

When you got home, you dropped the logs and rummaged through the drawers, grabbing a box of matches and speed walking over to your drawing pad.

You pulled the crossbow out from where you kept it, placing it on the table and quickly walking back to snatch up the logs.

There was more than enough to make a decent amount of arrows, and to try creating a new piece to properly re-string the previously broken one, plopping down into a chair as you started to pick apart the weapon, creative thoughts beginning to flow.

You used your large knife to chop and carve the wood, occasionally nicking yourself or cutting just a little too much off. You took breaks inbetween to draw out ideas, standing up to get a better look before sitting back down, scribbling on the paper or dragging the sharp blade down a wooden piece.

By the third month, you were gluing and securing down new parts and pieces, following a vision in your head.

The crossbow has its original black structure, a small piece of wood right behind the formerly faulty trigger to help it fire once more. You had taken off the head in previous months, not sure what to do with it until recently, picking up the separate piece and turning it around in your hands. The idea of multi function flooded your head, staring down at the arched part and back at the structure as you already busied yourself with mending and bending metal.

You had to re-string and re-wire a few sections, standing up for a test run every so often as you worked vigorously. You were proud of yourself for being able to fix the trigger itself, however this was an even greater fix. You rose to your feet and slid the weapons end over your shoulder, aimming before firing. The string cracked forward as the arrow shot out, and you pulled it back into it’s wooden place, firing one more arrow.

You smiled softly to yourself for being able to fix it, and moved to once more pop the bows head off, only this time setting the structure down and holding it put in front of you, pulling the string back with your fingers and releasing, arrow flying to join the others. “Damn I outdo myself everyday” You pumped a fist in the air as you moved to yank the three arrows from out of the wall.

The head snapped easily back into place, along with the string. You added the dozen wooden sticks you had carved into various sized arrows into the crossbows original holder, staring down at weapon for any overlooked mistakes or potential last minute details. The matchbox briefly crossed your mind.

“Where’s Daryl?” You squinted your eyes and shielded them from the sun, glancing up at Aaron. “Said he was going out. Didn’t wanna push” The man shrugged and you nodded, thanking him for his help before going back to your house to put your gear on.

As you walked out the gates, newly modified crossbow slung around your shoulder, you couldn’t help but wink at your friends prying eyes.

Part of you wasn’t even sure where Daryl would be if not hunting out the woods, but then you realized he wouldn’t go anywhere but the woods.

Your feet led you back to your old campsite, where your heart soared as you spotted faint but very much footprints, following them with your knife drawn closely by your side. The prints were leading you to the lake, and at first you thought maybe you followed old prints, however held your breath when you finally spotted Daryl sitting on the edge of the water. You approached carefully, trying your best to keep the weapon concealed.

“Quit followin’ me” Daryl mumbled when you were standing behind him. You sat next to him, crossbow behind the two of you as you stared out into the water, then at Daryl. He simply looked at ground while digging a small hole with a rock, choosing to remain silent in your presence. It comforted him a little, and he spared a quick glance at you, head snapping upwards. “You- Did you-“ You placed the bow into his lap, fighting your smile as he carefully picked it up and analyzed it. “Why… How’d ya fix it?” He whispered, fingers caressing the wooden chunks and the bow head itself. “I’m sorry it took so long” You mumbled but Daryl shook his head. “Who cares? Ya still fixed it ‘nd then some!” His eyes sparkled as he was already positioning it onto his shoulder, aimming at a nearby tree and whooping at the sound of the string cracking and the arrow flying.

When he noticed the string out of it’s place however, he frowned. “It’s broke” You chuckled, taking the weapon from him and angling it so he could watch you. “It’s got lots of new feats. Bow and arrow good sir?” You popped off the head and handed it him, laughing at his stunned look. Daryl held the arch out in front of him and pulled the string back, sending an arrow next to the previous one. He whipped his head back around, eyes catching your fingers as they fiddled with a red stripe in the middle of the structure, right where the arrow goes. “I haven’t tested this myself” You whispered as you showed Daryl how to properly snap the head back on before rising to your feet.

“Ain’t a self-destruct is it?” Daryl stretched as he stood next to you, moving to yank the few strays out the tree. You shook your head, sliding one of your wooden arrows out the holder and bringing it to the stripe, quickly dragging it across and sliding it into position, flames licking the arrows head. Daryl whistled as it fired into a tree, fire still burning until it wasn’t. “Damn girl. I ain’t ever lettin’ ya get away” Daryl stepped into your space, one hand grabbing your waist and the other relieving you of the heavy weapon, slinging it over his shoulder. “Nice strap” He snorted, glancing down at the magneta shoulder strap replacing his black one. You softly kissed his lips, smiling as your hands rested against his chest. “How else will I identify you, huntermam?” His hands on your waist pulled you closer, thumbs rubbing circles into the skin. Daryl looked and felt much more like himself, an easy smile resting on his lips, his crossbow once again slung over his shoulder, and his woman warm under the touch of his hands.

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its 3 am and im fucking high as fuck guys live laugh love actually who’s down for a stoner reader fic thats sounds so fire

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[carlsdarling]

Niagara Falls

The hasty end of a barbecue. Carl x Y/N. Everyone is 18 or over. Basically plot, then sex.

English is not my first language, so sorry for mistakes. I tried this just for fun, lemme know if you like it!

WARNINGS: smut, oral sex (male receiving) unprotected sex

As it was often the case, there was a barbecue that summer evening in Alexandria. Daryl and Rosita had killed several deer the day before. You sat with Carl on a fallen log while meat roasted over the fire pit in front of you. You had been together for a while, but it was only recently that you began to show your affection for each other even in public. Carl leaned in to kiss you slightly on the lips.

As always, even the lightest touch from him electrified you and chased a shiver of excitement through your body. Groaning softly, you began to cover his neck with kisses, making Carl inhale heavily. "Y/N, what are you doing?" he whispered in a raspy voice, and your hand moved to his knee to stroke him there.

"Carl, I want you," you whispered in his ear. „I want you so badly.“

He took your hand. "Then let's go." Hastily you walked to the house he lived in with Rick, Michonne and Judith; all three were still at the barbecue.

No sooner had Carl closed the door behind you than you were kissing wildly, your fingers fumbling with Carl's belt. "Fuck me, Carl," you begged. Niagara Falls was already flowing between your legs; Carl always had that effect on you, his look, his lean body, his hair, his smell, you became wet and wanting within seconds.

"To my room," he ordered and pushed you up the stairs. Once there, you couldn't wait to tear each other's clothes off and dropped onto the bed. As always, the mere sight of Carl's cock excited you even more, it was big, especially for such a slender boy, precum dripping from the tip.

"Oh, God, Carl," you murmured before sliding his length into your mouth and sucking him off. His salty taste and musky scent made you lose your mind.

Carl arched his back with a moan and curled his fingers into your hair. You soon let go of him though, you didn't want him to cum just yet; you wanted to feel him inside you, so you lay down next to him on your back and looked at him with glazed, hazy eyes. "Carl, please," you moaned again. Carl searched frantically in his nightstand for a condom as you kissed his shoulder and pressed against him, whimpering. "Hurry up, please" you urged him, spreading your legs invitingly so he could see your wet pussy. "Come to me right now."

"Fuck, Y/N," he moaned, giving up his search for a condom, hovering over you, lying down on top of you and playfully touching your entrance with his tip.

You almost cum right away and grit your teeth. Carl had that effect on you - most of the time you were already orgasming as soon as he penetrated you, but it didn't matter because it was usually one orgasm after another. "Put it in," you said breathlessly, stroking his back demandingly as he pushed his entire length inside you, crying out in pleasure. "Please! Carl! Oh, please, yes," you clawed your fingernails into his back and his buttocks as he speeded up and intensified his thrusts, giving you orgasm after orgasm.

"You're so wet, it's wonderful," he moaned in your ear, and it was obvious he was close. He tried to pull his cock out, but you wrapped your arms and legs tightly around him.

"No, please, come inside me," you begged, "Please, Carl, I want all of you." You wanted to feel his warm cum inside you, feel it filling you and flowing out of you afterwards. Badass Carl's cum.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N, I'm cumming so hard," Carl moaned. He gasped and fucked you harder and faster until he came with a yelp. The wetness between your legs increased as he shot his load into you.

With hearts pounding and all sweaty, you remained lying close together, kissing and caressing each other, until Carl's weight became too heavy for you and he pulled out of you to lie beside you. He looked lovingly at you with his one ocean blue eye, his bandage had slipped, and you tenderly stroked the edges of the scar you loved as much as anything else about him with your left thumb. "We'd better be careful," Carl worried in light of the fact that you were having unprotected sex. "But I often don't manage to put on a condom when you're lying next to me begging and your pussy is already dripping and I'm so fucking hot for you," he confessed.

„I love feeling you without a condom," you purred, stroking his hair. You didn't find the thought of getting pregnant by Carl so bad.

[1chaerry]

This was one of the requests, I tried my best, I have never written male!reader nsfw and I think this is the last. It was different from what I usually write and I hope you like it!!!

Voracious

summary: an easy mission in another town with her beloved, only them and a forest. What could possibly go wrong? or perhaps right?

c.w: kissing, biting, hickeys, oral sex ( flare receiving.), breast play, weird use of magic, breast expansion, sensitive breasts, boobjob, rough sex, creampie, aftercare

mdni !!

Reader is called as 'Saram' meaning 'Human/Person

Saram sent a glance at the crimson haired woman beside him as they trekked up the mountain. He wondered why Flare had been fidgeting constant for the last fifteen minutes, sighing he stopped in his steps as they neared a clearing. After setting up camp in a clearing, he confronted her.

"Spit it out, what's up with you?" He directly asks the woman who flinched in surprise and scratched her cheek with a slight flush to her ivory skin. His eyes narrowed, "Why are you wearing that thick cloak suddenly?"

"T-that, actually," Flare stammered a bit, she pouts slightly before looking away from his intense gaze, "Something weird is going on with my..."

"You know you're gonna have to speak up, crimson." Saram said, calling her that nickname he always did whenever she was nervous.

"Since we began trekking u-up the forest, something weird is going with my body." She blushed and Saram stood up from the log, walking over towards her, kneeling in front of her.

"What's wrong?" He asked worried, wondering what was wrong when he noticed a scent coming from her, narrowing his eyes, he sensed something was off, "Did you eat the fruit from that tree I told you not to?"

Flare sulked before nodded, "Sorry."

Saram sighed, "How many?"

"Three."

He blinked owlishly, stunned, "Flare, take off the cloak."

She sighed, realizing that Saram had realized already, no point in hiding, and so she took it off, placing it beside her on the log. Saram's eyes widened slightly, a glint in his eyes.

"My body feels hot a-and my c-chest, it feels weird Saram." Flare said in sharp breathes and gasped when Saram poked a finger right at her sternum.

"Do you know why I told you not to eat that fruit?" He asked, eyes dark. Flare shook her head, ivory skin flushed.

"...no."

"Those fruits have aphrodisiac in them and can swell parts of a body, making them extremely," He paused, his eyes meeting Flare's, "sensitive."

Something changed in her gaze. Saram knew it. He knew her so well and he was right when she spoke, "Please, do S-something, Saram..."

"You know that there is only way to get rid of these kind of aphrodisiacs right? Come on, I told you." He smiled, but Flare knew him, that smile was not of kindness but of lust, desire.

Flare swallowed before nodding, "Only by.."

"Go on." Saram placed his hand innocent on her knee, Flare knew it was anything but an innocent gesture, and made her say it.

"Only by having s-sex."

"Do you still want me to help you?"

She nodded immediately, face flushed red as she practically begged, "Please, Saram... I need your help..!"

And when Saram's lips curved into a smirk, Flare knew she was in trouble.

"In the tent, now."

"Saram, please....," Flare whispered before grabbing his face and roughly pressing their lips together. The surprise at her sudden actions flickers in his eyes for a split second before he grins widely and deepens the kiss, his own hand moving to grab her ass and pull her closer to him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and harder.

He chuckles darkly at the way her hands were grabbing his clothes, his own mouth opening wider to accommodate the rough kiss. As they break apart, he captures her lower lip between his teeth and bites down gently before soothing it with his tongue. "You're so cute when you're so forward."

He bites and sucks on the skin of her pale neck, littering it with marks and hickies. Flare moans softly as her fingers interlinked in his hair. Flare shifted, eyes gazing to his hard on. She swallows and dropped to her knees, pulling him out of his pants, rubbing her hands in a motion against it. Saram groans, his hands on her head, caressing it. She gives it a few sucks before using her large, grown from the aphrodisiac, breasts to put it between them.

Saram groans as she moved sit in an up - and - down motion, while sucking at the tip. Flare hollows her cheeks as she sucks while using her breasts, expanded due to the aphrodisiac, to rub his shaft. She does a few times, Saram groaning before he cums on her chest, clothes and face.

He shited their position so that he was able to kiss her again, his lips trailing down her neck to suck and bite. Saram's lips trail down from Flare's neck, pausing at her collarbone before reaching the exposed swell of her breast. He pulls aside her dress, freeing her breasts fully, and he takes one in his mouth, sucking and teasing the nipple with his tongue. Flare cries out softly, the sensitivity of her breasts more than normal, more grown, more hot.

He grins and continues to tease and suckle at her sensitive breasts, knowing that he is causing her pleasure and discomfort all at once. He loves being in control, and it shows. "That's it... do you like that? Fuck, your tits are so fucking sensitive."

Flare can only whine softly at is words. He hums in approval, his fingers tightening slightly in her hair as he continues to worship her breasts. Suddenly, he bites down harder on her nipple, tugging on it roughly as he sucks. "Fuck, you're so fucking cute when you're whining... ah, fuck it."

Flare's yelped, her eyes wide and as she arched into his mouth. Smirking around her nipple, the mage continues to suckle and nibble, his other hand snaking its way down her body and between her legs. His fingers can already feel the heat radiated from her pussy, "God damn it..."

Saram takes off Flare's dress, throwing it somewhere in the tent. Without hesitation, the he moves her panties aside, his fingers brushing her wet folds. He groans at the feeling of how slick she was, the scent of her arousal only making him more eager. "Fuck..."

His middle finger continues to rub her clit in lazy circles, the rough pads of his fingers just scraping against the bundle of nerves to produce shocks of pleasure through her. Meanwhile, he sucks harder on her nipple, his teeth raking against it. "So fucking wet for me..."

Flare cries out, fingers entangling around the sheets, "...ngh!.."

He chuckles darkly at her response, and he can hear the eagerness in her voice, but it only amps up his desire for Flare. The male lowers his head again and licks a hot stripe across her nipple before he speaks, "Oh, don't worry, darling."

He promises as he replaces his thumb with the tip of his middle finger and eases it inside her, slowly pumping in and out of her. "I'm going to make sure you feel every fucking inch of me."

He increases the rhythm of his finger moving inside of her, hitting her g-spot with each thrust and then curls his digit to further his pleasure, feeling more slick with her fluids. "Oh, that's just the start, darling. Just the start."

He spreads her legs apart. "Look at you, all helpless and vulnerable. So fucking perfect." He leans over her, his face hovering above her exposed core. "I'm going to eat this sweet little pussy until you can't remember a life before me." He replaced his fingers with his mouth, shoving his face between her legs and eating her pussy like a starved animal. He laps at her cunt, his tongue forcing its way inside you as he sucks on her clit. He doesn't stop until her whole body is shaking, her hands gripping the sheets as she screams in ecstasy.

He eats her out with wild abandon, his tongue fucking her hole as his hand holds her other hand in a gentle grasp. He groans against her pussy, the vibrations making Flare tremble. "Fuck, you taste so good. So sweet and tight. I could eat you out all day." He looks up at her, his eyes dark with lust.

"...ungh..!"

He chuckles and nips at herr thigh, before returning his attention to her wet pussy. He sucks on her clit and flick his tongue against it, teasing her. "You like that, don't you? The way I make you squirm and moan."

He growls appreciatively as he sucks on her clit, flicking it rapidly with his tongue. He wraps his other hand around her thigh, pulling her closer as he continues to ravage her with his mouth. Flare throws her head back, buckling against his mouth, his hand intertwined with her again. He smirks, feeling her body tremble and give in to his skilled mouth. He then chooses to focus exclusively on her clit. He sucks and flicks his tongue against the small bundle of nerves relentlessly, driving her towards the edge.

He purrs, satisfied with the sight of her coming undone before him. He continues to tease her sensitive clit with his tongue, prolonging her pleasure as long as possible. He wants to make sure she was fully satiated before claiming her as his own.

"Oh, we're not done yet, darling." He demands, taking his mouth away from her pussy and pulling her closer, rubbing the head of his cock against her entrance, coated in pre-cum. "I want to cum with you, darling." He teases her as he slowly pushes his cock into her dripping wet pussy, savoring the feeling of her, hot and tight around him, "Fuck, nothing has ever felt this good before."

"S-Saram..!" Flare cries out, moaning, Saram reached up one hand and interlaced their hands as he drives into her with brutal force, stretching her pussy to its limits. He doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt inside her, his balls slapping against her ass. "Fuck, it fits. It fits perfectly." He starts pounding into her at an inhuman pace, the sound of his cock slamming into her pussy echoing through the room. He reaches down and grabs her legs, spreading them wider to give him an even deeper angle.

He smirks at the sight of her mouth open in a silent scream, his cock throbbing inside he at the sheer eroticism of the scene. He starts thrusting harder and faster, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. "You're taking me so well, darling." He reaches down and starts rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. He leans down and whispers in her ear. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

"Please... feels so good!" Flare nods, her face contorted in bliss. He chuckles and continues thrusting, his fingers working her clit in a maddening rhythm. He can feel her pussy clenching around him, trying to milk his cock for all it's worth. He grins at her words, his dominant nature taking over as he starts thrusting even harder. He leans down and bites her neck, leaving a mark as he whispers. "Feels good, huh, darling?"

"Y-yes! Don't stop...!" He obliges, his hips snapping against hers as he fucks her harder and faster. His fingers continue rubbing her clit, keeping her on the edge of ecstasy. With each thrust, he can feel his cock getting closer to its release. Feeling her pussy spasm around him, only pushes him closer to the edge. He thrusts even harder, grunting in pleasure as he dominates her body. "You're so fucking tight." He whispers, his hot breath tickling her ear.

"That's it... Let go, let me take control of your mind... You're nothing but a horny, mindless slut for my cock..." He growls into her ear. His thrusts pick up speed, becoming more desperate and needy. "Fuck... That's it, come for me again... I can feel you squeezing my cock with your orgasm... Fuck, you're so tight..." He groans as he pushes deeper into her, his own release building.

"Saram.. feels so good..!"

"Damn right I do, you love it don't you?" He smirks and thrusts into her once more before his own release hits, filling her with his warmth. He pulls out of her and collapses on the bed beside her, panting heavily. He reaches out and wipes the drool from her mouth with his thumb before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "You're so adorable when you're mindless and fucked out,"

She whines softly, overstimulated, as her pussy leaks of their cum. He chuckles and pulls her close to him, wrapping his arms around her waist as he buries his face in her neck. His breath is hot against her skin as he whispers soothing words, trying to calm Flare down and bring her back to reality. He continues to hold her close, soothing her with gentle kisses and caresses.

"You did well, darling. I'm proud of you," He whispers, his voice full of warmth and affection. He runs his hand through her hair as he waits for her to fully recover. He cleans her up as she falls asleep deciding that their client could wait a day or two before they arrived.

After all, nothing mattered more than Flare to Saram.

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - ninety-four | fifteen minutes late with no starbucks

He only made you wait fifteen minutes.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He shouted as he ran over to where you were, arms folded over your chest as you leaned against part of the log fence that demarcated the entrance to the trail.

You stood, “I thought you said you were going to be on time. Fifteen minutes late isn’t on time.”

“I got confused by the weekend bus schedule and missed the first one. I’m sorry.” he bowed, getting onto the floor.

“Okay, oh my god. Get up.” You pulled on his jacket, trying to make him stand. “People are going to think you’ve really wronged me, get up.”

He wouldn’t get up, and you tried to walk away from him instead. He clung to your feet as you tried to get away from him.

“But I’m sorry, noona!”

A few people shot the both of you weird looks as they walked by. You stopped trying to shake him off and tried to make him stand up instead.

“Okay, fine, then you can buy food after. Just get up, people are looking.”

Maddox stood and you helped him dust off his legs. 

“You really are making me into a noona, good god.”

“I forget, are you an only child?”

“I’m the baby.”

“Ohh…” He nodded. “Sorry for being a handful instead of being an oppa.”

You chuckled. “That sounds like something you could use for an Instagram caption.”

He chuckled. “Well,” he whined a short whine as he looked up at the incline you would be hiking. “Lead the way.”

Forty-five or more minutes later you were at the top of a low hill and could see the landscape.

“We can stop here for a bit,” you said as you looked at the view.

Maddox walked up next to you, huffing and puffing. “I’m-- I’m really out of shape.”

“That’s what happens when you sit in a dark room all the time and don’t eat your meals.”

He nodded, or tried, and almost knocked himself over.

“Why don’t we go sit at the picnic table over there?”

He followed you and sat across from you at the table. You turned and looked out at the view again, admiring it.

“It’s really pretty. Even if it is mostly buildings.”

“It is, isn’t it? It’s nice to be on the outside looking in sometimes, instead of the inside looking out.”

“Mhm. You can’t even see the mountain from my apartment anymore since they put another building up. Now I just get laser sun instead from the reflection of the windows.”

You nodded. “I would never want to go back to my family, but I do kind of miss the town I grew up in. There was just more… plants and green and fresh food and stuff. Not that I got to see a whole lot of it since I was always cooped up inside either at school or at violin lessons.”

Maddox nodded.

The two of you shared in the gentle silence for a few minutes as the few people who were also out early passed by and nodded hello as they did so. The lack of urban noise meant you could hear the wind rustling in the trees for a change. It was healing.

“Stuck in the city… inside looking out… trapped in the gritty, gray walls close in…”

You turned to look at Maddox as he sang softly, looking at the view. He jumped, nearly surprising himself with his speed as he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, furiously typing the lyrics he was thinking up. You didn’t want to disturb him so you looked back at the view while you listened to the frantic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard. 

After a couple of seconds he paused and hummed a tune. He hummed it again, made a noise of displeasure, and hummed it slightly differently. You took your own phone out and turned back around, the recording app open and running already as you held it up for him to hum into.

“Oh--thanks.”

He hummed as he worked on the lyrics and the two of you sat like that for the next thirty minutes, other hikers giving you quizzical looks as they went by, electing not to bother you.

He put his phone down and smoothed his hands over his hair. “Okay, I think I like it.”

You stopped the recording and saved the file as ‘Hiking’ with the date. 

“Can you send me that?”

“No, I’m keeping it and your song will never be finished. Of course I’m sending it.”

“Sorry for making us sit here for so long.”

“That was the point, wasn’t it?” You sent the file and pointed at his phone. “To come out here so you could clear your head and actually think for a change?”

He checked his phone and saw the file and nodded. “Thank you. And yeah, I guess that’s exactly why we came out here.”

“Do you want to stay longer?”

“Mmm… nah. I think that was all I’m going to get out of it,” he laughed. “Maybe the walk down will help.”

“Down? Dongsaeng, we have another hill first.”

“What?”

“Mhm.”

“Noona~” He whined. 

“Stop or I’ll make us walk the hard trail.” You got up and resumed the hike.

“This is the easy trail?” Maddox asked impetuously as he trailed behind you.

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Drifter/Arthur fanfiction

Title: Drillbit

As I turn the page on a book I borrowed from Quincy, I hear the Kim go off. I must have forgotten to sign out of it. I gently put the book down to go see who messaged me. I click on the message to see

"So, why do you have an On-lyne profile pick?"

My eyes widened as I glanced over at my icon. It was Drillbit. I had lied to Arthur about liking the music, so he had no idea about current obsession with them. It was not my icon when I last checked. The only person I could think of was Amir. Freaking out, I replied, "Amir is messing with me, brb!" Before logging out. I had no idea how to even change my icon. It had been on a grey K for it since I got it.

Without a second thought, I ran out of the backroom and towards the arcade. Amir was not there, and I didn't see Aoi in the Music Store. My panic must have been load enough to alert Eleanor because I heard her in my head, "they went to race on who makes pizzas again."

"Thank you, Eleanor."

"Of course, lovely, but I think you're reacting too stressed. I don't think it is going to be as big of a deal as you think."

"Maybe... I lied to your brother. I got to talk to Amir at least to fix this."

"Well, I'm not going to stop you. Just don't forget to breathe. They went west."

"Thank you"

I ran to the garage, passing some others as I did. I was focused on getting to Amir, and I didn't even notice who it was. I jumped on my Atomicycle and headed west.

It didn't take too much time before I reached them. They look like they finished the race. I got off and ran to them. "Amir! Really?"

The two look over at me, confused. "Garnet, you ok?" said Aoi with consurn written on her face.

" Yes.. no.. Amir, why did you change my icon?!"

"Your profile pic? It was on the default for so long, I figured you didn't know how to change it, and I fixed it for you! I know how much you like Drillbit, so I thought you liked it."

"I do, but... Arthur asked about it..."

They both looked at me puzzled, and I couldn't help but feel embressed about the whole situation.

"I told him they were ok... but could use more songs..."

"Wait, so you lied to him?"

"Yes... I feel stupid about it now, but I knew he didn't like them, and I didn't want it to be a deal breaker..."

"You know I used to date him right, and I am just as big of a fan, right?"

"Yes," I said as i barried my face in my hands, "but at the time, I didn't know but knew he hated them. It usually all over his face.. I didn't want him to dislike me at the time... It feels stupid, but now I am caught in the lie and don't know if I can face him."

"Oh Garnet... you should just talk to him. This is not that big of a lie... though I don't get the hiding what you like for anyone part." Aoi said as she patted my shoulder

"You remember I never really been around others before, right? I was just trying not to piss him off. Sol, it does seem stupid now... I don't want him to dump me over it."

Amir couldn't contain his laughter anymore, "He not going to dump you. Especially if you talk to him. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he has got to the backroom to talk to you about it already."

My eye grew wide with that thought. My On-lyne shrine. Oh Sol, what if he found it. I ran over to my Atomicycle and rode back to the mall, with Amir and Aoi not far behind. I could hear them calling at me and trying to calm down, but I didn't know what to do but get back.

Once I got back, I saw Arthur looking on my table, with On-lyne cds that were behind some papers.

"I can explain.. "

He turned to me and looked at me with worry. "Hey, you ok? Why are you so out of breath?"

"I lied... I'm sorry.. I..."

"Ok, ok, slow down. Sit. Breathe. I have time."

I sat down and took a few deep breaths. He sat next to me and made me lay my head on his shoulder. We sat there for a few moments while I tried to breathe slowly.

"You ok?"

"Yea and I'm sorry..."

"For being an On-lyne fan?"

I sat in silence for a while before speaking, "I didn't want you to hate me at the time. It was a stupid lie..."

"Well, yea, it does suck to be lied to, and it definitely not my cup of tea, but Garnet, is this the only thing you lied to me about?"

"Yes, of course," I popped my head off his shoulder and looked at him, hoping he still trusted me.

A slight red spread on his face, and he turned away. "As long as that's the only lie, I can live with that."

"Yea... but Arthur... I don't think you understand.."

He looks over at me and raises an eyebrow at me. "Understand what?"

I stood up and pulled a curtain away from the wall. Behind it was posters, fans and other memorabilia, all of Drillbit. He sat there stunned. I covered my face again, and I heard his chair move and his arms wrapped around me. "Garnet. It not my taste, and it's a little nuts, but I still love you, so it's ok.. just try not to play their music so much it gives me a headache.. ok?"

I nodded in his chest and wrapped my arms around him.

"Though I do have on question. Why Drillbit?" I froze. "It's not cause of the eye, right?"

I couldn't even speak, but then he started to laugh. I relaxed once he did. "I like his hair..." I admitted sheepishly.

He pulled me away and looked at me as serious as he could. "Does this mean I have to curl my hair." Though of that made me burst out laughing.

I could see the embressment on my face as I tried to stop. "No, you're perfect just the way you are."

"Promise?"

I leaned over and kissed him. "Yes, I am sure."

[pvlvsdog]

i keep on chekcing this blog to see if uyou've posted a new piece of writing i feel like an addict on withdrawal

Anon, I am scratching at the floors, crawling on the ceiling, gnawing on cement you have no idea what horrors I’ve been fighting hhhh /lh ive lost my limbus account, can’t log back no idea why. I’m waiting for the support to text me back, praying not to get ghosted, I feel like I’m dealing with a high school crush all over again (should I text again? Do I sound desperate? What if I don’t get a message back! /j). I can try to write sth, tbh I did work on a draft since Monday, but I’m kiiinda scared if I indulge myself too much I’m going to be even more disappointed once they inevitably tell me that I have lost my account forever. I have found slight humour in the situation, as in, I’m not telling you this to be like “how dare you ask” or sth. Tbh, I’m really flattered someone likes my writing this much! This is a bit motivating ngl. To be fair the draft I’ve dug up and worked on is… a bit cursed in some parts (mostly Emil’s. Honestly, just his hhhhh) but I might share

A bit of a serious note though. Problem is, it took me so bloody long to get my account to a point where I was genuinely proud of it. Like really proud. And I know if I tried to rebuild it, it wouldn’t be the same and I would have to take… a lot of time. So, I’m super sorry to say this but uh. If this doesn’t work out and I lost it all forever, I’m not sure if I’ll stay in the fandom. Which sucks, I mean, I’ve made so many memories with my group and the game is also a large factor in me and my bestie (haiiii if you’re reading!) growing closer, but i feel like trying again might make me feel worse. I’m not saying goodbye to you all. I might write for a bit. And who knows, maybe the end isn’t all that near. To be honest my mates are very lovely about it, one of the anons you might know from this blog (whom I know irl haha) is currently fighting in the trenches, nursing an account that I could take over if things go bad (ily, if you’re reading this <33). We’ll see how things go. Honestly, this is just divine intervention, I got it snatched before I could meet my WH book crush. The universe knows I’d be too powerful if I was allowed to enjoy and write about my lovely alcoholic wife, Hindley /hj

The main issue is…. I have no idea if I was smart enough to not play on a guest account. Before you judge! I was out having a beer with one of my lads when I downloaded limbus. And I didn’t get motivation till a bit later, also out, when another mate showed me Gregor in a dress. Yeah, bride Greg was genuinely my reason to start playing on the spot, he’s the og wife. If I started playing or made the account at home I would be pretty sure that I linked it to something. Buuuut. Well, first time I was under the influence of alcohol and second under a much stronger influence of a bear in a dress /hj such is life

To end it on a sillier note (bc I know you didn’t ask for my yapping, I saw my opportunity and ran with it), here is my Greg plush, may he brighten your day