#they dont have to ever kiss in front of us by the way thats not my point im just not buying this parents kissing thing from some people

[evermorepeyton]

you can lie to people on phan twitter, but you can’t lie to ME. it’s not true that you don’t want to see dan and phil kiss. in that very specific video i get it like their tongues were out if they’d actually done it it would have been so ugly and i was kind of scared that they would. but if they ever casually kissed on stage everyone here would EAT THAT SHIT UP don’t lie to me.

they are not your parents, you read smut about them people

[6okuto]

NOWAY.

Whatjust Haproend ToMe

One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings - Akaashi x Reader

"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings please," you ask and the cashier, a teenage girl, nods her head excitedly. She's probably new to the job, you think, and let your eyes wander while she works.

The store is small and there's a bell that twinkles whenever someone steps inside - like right now. You turn on instinct and can't help but gasp. Messy dark hair, dark blue eyes behind glasses, well-dressed even for a late Sunday morning, Akaashi looks like someone just cut him out of a fashion magazine. You turn back around before he can notice you staring, his eyes still pretty much glued to his phone.

Ever since you've sat next to him in the library you can't get him out of your head.

Not his looks and, more importantly, how you embarrassed yourself.

Thankfully, your drink is ready. The girl's already typing in the price and you move to fish your wallet out of your bag - only to come up empty-handed. Cold sweat breaks out along your spine. No. Nonono No.

"Everything okay?" A smooth voice asks behind you. Of course. Of course, Akaashi has to witness this too.

"Just peachy," You cough, "I just... uh, I forgot my wallet, could you... I'll be back in a minute, I just-"

"It's on me," Akaashi leans forward, his chest pressing into your back. There's the telltale beep of the card reader and the whirring of the printer but your mind's still caught in a frenzy, your body locked in between a state of frozen and burning.

Are you imagining things or can you feel Akaashi's heartbeat through the thin shirt he's wearing?

"You okay?" He asks, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he talks.

"Oh yeah, thanks, yeah!" You babble, grabbing your drink and booking it out of there. In hindsight, probably not the best idea. He's going to think you're rude and a Klutz.

-

"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings," You look up on instinct, too tuned into this voice to ignore it. Akaashi's at the front of the line, his back to you. If you book it right now, you could avoid him for another day. Just as you move to grab your bag, the door opens and another flood of customers enters the shop. You know you should have gone to the smaller one that's closer to College but you can't go back there before they've all forgotten your face.

Maybe, you think, Akaashi didn't even notice you. After all, you're a nobody to him. An embarrassing, forgetful, clumsy nobody.

"Here," a drink settles in front of you, the plastic sweating. "Your drink's empty."

You look up at only to see Akaashi smiling down at you, the curl of his lips making your stomach fizzle in a way you didn't know was possible.

"I-" You start but he puts another drink down and turns to the table next to you, taking their chair after a short conversation. "I'm Akaashi."

"I know," you squeak before you can stop yourself. If only you could sink into the floor and disappear.

"Oh," he looks a little taken aback. "I don't... I didn't catch your name."

A nobody. Like you said.

You mutter your name in embarrassment, your palms sweaty where they're holding onto pen and paper.

"I don't want to be too forward," he stops and you notice how he swallows, a little nervously. You might not have noticed if not for the fact that his neck is slim and pale and extremely nice to look at and your eyes are looking for something that's not his eyes. Maybe, you think, he's also nervous?

Not that he has a reason to be. He's Akaashi, after all, the hottest guy on Campus.

"I'm sorry I saw your sketches," he whispers, voice low, "If anyone saw my doodles I'd probably freak out too. But I wanted... I think..." He's blushing now, red dusting over his face as you stare, unable to look away. Is he-? No way, that can't be-

"Could we have a drink together?" He asks, pushing your bubble tea toward you, "And get to know each other?"

Before you can stop yourself your hand moves and you clink your cup against his as if toasting him.

His lips pull into a wide smile.

-

"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings," Keiji sets the Cup in front of you with a smile, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple, "Don't stay up too late."

"Yes, Dad." You joke, squeaking when he pinches your hip.

"Bokuto? They had this Fruity Blast Special today. That okay for you?"

"Oh yeah, I want to fruity blast myself away!" Bokuto almost throws you off your chair in his haste to get his drink, awkwardly shuffling his hand through your hair when you both caught your balance.

"Uh, it's tasty," he dances back to his seat, sits down and leans forward, squinting to read the small text.

"Wait, what did you say again? What do I have to do here?"

You turn to look at Keiji, but he's sending you a wink and a smile before disappearing into the kitchen. You know what that means. He's got kitchen duty so you can explain Bokuto's Homework to well, Bokuto.

"Read the Question out loud, Bokuto," you ask him, "You already know it."

"Oh yeah, sure," he laughs easily, "Sorry."

"No need," you take a sip of your drink. "I'm sure Keiji's up for some Volleyball later when you feel restless again."

-

"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings," you order, grinning from one ear to the other.

Keiji rolls his eyes at you. "This is not helping our savings account."

"What? I'm keeping you in business."

"By going bankrupt?"

You push your lip out in a pout and he leans forward to bite it.

"Harassment," you tease him, "I'll call the police."

"Who's going to serve you your Bubble Tea then, huh?"

You snort and he winks, turning around to prepare your drink.

You pull out your phone, take a picture from his behind - that uniform really is doing him a favor - and open your messenger app.

"Bokuto's coming over later."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we're going over the stuff for next week's exam. By the way, I have this friend who'd be very cute with Bokuto-"

"Don't set him up," Keiji turns around, "You're going to regret it."

"Excuse me, Ji? She's really sweet, he'd like her."

"Oh, I'm sure you're right. But it's so much sweeter if he does it by himself, you know."

"Like you did?" You ask and if you hadn't already been in love before, his shy smile would have you swooning now.

"Fine," you huff, moving to grab your wallet, "I'm just going to invite her over for our next movie night, okay? We can invite some more friends, make it a small party, see where they take it themselves."

"Drink is on the house," Keiji insists, putting a hand on your wallet. "But you can buy some groceries on the way home. It's Asparagus season."

"Ew, healthy." You get on your tiptoes to kiss him. "So responsible. Makes me want to corrupt you."

"You already did," he jokes, "Why do you think I've started drinking Bubble Tea too?"

"What's your order?" You ask, already smiling.

"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings."

@luvring

Haikyuu taglist: @lees-chaotic-brain

[poppy-metal]

what if i said the words step dad patrick……….. fucking ur mum for a place to stay when he finds your cute little college ass and oh look! you’re into tennis! he can show you some stuff if you like, he used to play art donaldson and win………..

why would you say this to me. what have u done what have you wrought. wow this got away from me and i ended up giving us a whole backstory here my bad fr.

i imagine you're visiting home from college - a prestigious one - not excited, in the least. probably a horrible relationship with your mother, father nonexistent, out of the picture. probably got into tennis as just a hobby, but it turned into a way to channel all your anger and resentment built up towards your mother - how she never pays attention to you, how money and jewelry and the next man who'll blow smoke up her ass to leech off her, is more important to her than you are. every slam of your racket against the ball is you smashing a vase in your picture perfect mansion.

so, no, you're not happy to be coming back for the summer but all your friends are going back home and you dont want to be the one girl on campus who wont go back home - you dont want to be that girl. you're perfect over there, you're good. no one knows you hate your mother and mourn a father you dont even know the name of. no one knows you feel so alone it empties your chest out sometimes, leaves you with a pit that feels like its rotting you inside out. you're good at tennis, and you're cool and you're friendly and you have men falling all over you. they never fill that void, but its nice to feel desired. even if their age stifles you. irritates you. immaturity grinds your gears.

so, no, you're not eager to throw all that pretend and comfort away for the summer. lugging your suitcases up the pristine driveway with a scowl already in place. wondering if your mother will even notice you entering the door. probably not. probably she's already out, or making plans to be so.

anyway, you're miffed and moody and not at all prepared for when a man jogs up to you. you startle when a hand, a very tan hand connected to a strong arm - arm that has fine hair, and veins and muscles you can see - intercepts you to take the handle of your suitcase. you look up.

you look up to see the hottest man you've ever seen in your life grinning down at you. dark curls damp with sweat, heat kissed skin, freckles and seagreen eyes. tall and broad, and soaked in sweat. his tank top is practically see through, you can see through. right to his equally strong chest, which is hairy and tan looking - two twin nipples peaking, red and flushed. you throat feels dry. "uh."

"fuck, hey." he lets go of your suitcase to shake your hand. you limply let him. hes smiling at you in a practiced sort of way, almost like hes nervous. odd since hes clearly older than you. but hes trespassing, so maybe thats why. "i wanted to get cleaned up before i met you, but you're early, huh. i was just on the court - here let me."

he takes the handle of your luggage again. he seems to know you already and you squint. a familiar feeling of irritation filling you. hes not so different looking from all the help your mother has hired over the years, pool boys and yardworkers and the like. young men she could ogle. although this man does seem older - he's definitely ogle worthy. more than.

your mouth twists in a sneer. you haven't even gotten into your house and you're already dealing with your mothers shit. you can't be fucked.

"rule number one," you snap, curt, jerking your luggage back from his grip. you try to stand tall, but he still easily towers above you. no matter. you're still above him in station. "dont fucking touch my stuff."

you flick your hair behind your shoulder as you make to walk by him. you hear his sharp inhale of suprise. curious since you're definitely sure your mother has degraded him in many ways by now. he should be used to be talked down to. maybe its his first day.

he comes up in front of you again, walking backwards as you walk forwards, with a kind of ease that irritates you. he holds his hands up, placating, still smirking, which irritates you even more - "got it. got. you know she warned me about you - didn't think you'd try to bite my fucking head off so soon, though."

something in your gut sours. not new, then. your mother has spoken to.... the help, about you? this makes you uncomfortable. prickly and hot like you just found out someone had been talking shit about you behind your back. your hackles rise.

you stop in your tracks. glare at him.

"my mother spoke to you about me?"

his eyebrows - he has annoyingly smooth eyebrows, annoyingly long lashes too - lift, as if to say, 'fucking duh.' he makes a so and so motion with his hand, you glimpse a ring on one of his fingers. "here and there."

your grip around the handle of your suitcase burns its so tight. you think you could melt it with your anger if you concentrated long enough.

"and? what did the bitch say?"

a shocked laugh leaves his lips at your curse. your eyes narrow because you dont find it funny and because the longer you are around him the more you notice about him and the more attractive he noticeably is becomes apparent to you. when he lifts a hand to run it through his hair, the muscles in his arm bunch and flex under his skin - which is still very much gleaming with sweat.

"man, its fucking bad with you. the mommy issues -" he has this little smirk, one that lifts one side of his mouth more than the other. "- she said you were a fucking brat, that i shouldn't bother with trying to make a good first impression. i can kinda see why now."

yeah, you really dont appreciate his attitude. hes hot and all, but he's spoken way out of turn and you're done entertaining it. you want to go inside and flop onto your bed and scream.

you take a step forward and poke him in the chest with a manicured nail - he looks down at it, like, oh hey - sharply. "just because you have a pretty face and a big dick my moms probably sucked more than once, doesn't mean you're fuck all to me. you're still just the help. you can remember that when you're cleaning up my shit." you take your hand away, trying and failing not to smile like a bitch when his lips part in shock at your words, knocking his - fucking broad - shoulder with yours as you walk past him. you pause at the steps to turn just a little. he's looking at you with this unreadable expression, but if you'd have to guess you'd say it closely resembles amusement. "and I'd like a smoothie. have it brought up to me ASAP or I'll make your life here hell, got it?"

you raise an eyebrow.

his mouth finally snaps shut. you hate that he still looks amused. his lips just barely quirking. he works his jaw like he wants to say something but thinks better of it, biting his bottom lip instead as he looks up at you with those green eyes.

"got it."

-

its sometime later when you wake up. head a fucking rats nest. you've just managed to drag yourself out of bed and to the chair in your vanity, working a pink brush through what you can of your locks when your door flings open.

you dont even look up from the mirror. only one person wouldn't respect the privacy of a closed door and what it means.

"hello, mother." you say cooly, not taking your eyes from the mirror. you try to smooth the brush through your end strands first, coaxing your hair into submission. she's probably here to rub something in your face under the guise of saying hello. a new car she'd bought, a new boyfriend she has, a new vacation home she rented in malibu, ect.

her perfume fills your nostrils with its potent stench as she sashays into the room - your room - and perches her ass on your vanity, rudely jostling several trinkets there. your eye twitches. you brush some more of your hair.

"hello, my darling girl."

her voice is faux sweet. the pet name makes you want to flinch, recoil from its fake meaningfulness from her cold lips. they dont mean anything coming from her. you're not her darling anything. she'd treat a purse more fondly than you. yet, she calls you these sweet things sometimes. you think because it amuses her to play the part of a doting mother. she did always love acting.

you dont say anything more. work the brush. easy and slow wins the race. you remember when you used to be so frustrated with your hair you'd yank the brush through it in a rush, until your scalp bled from the stinging yanks. you'd lose clumps. an act of self harm, your therapist had told you. anxiety of not being perfect. you'd forgotten to put hair serum in your hair to make it easier to deal with before you'd fallen asleep. you shouldn't forget such things. your meeting with that man had rattled you.

"i have some wonderful news."

your mother drums her fingers on your dresser. you imagine her fingers as a witches, long and spindly. no amount of cream and lotion could hide her aging. that made your lips quirk.

"oh? what is it?"

"I've met someone."

not new. you barely restrain the urge to roll your eyes. brush some more hair. you've worked mid way to the top now. almost to the roots.

"have you." you couldn't sound more bored if you tried. really, you couldn't.

"i have." she lets out a swoony breath - "oh, hes wonderful, darling. he's different from the others. treats me like a woman ought to be treated - not that i expect you to know - and its going so well."

you've heard it all before.

"why, he's asked me to marry him!"

you hairbrush stills. you look at your mother for the first time. shes beaming. you feel sick all at once when you look down to her hand - see the ring she's flashing at you, gaudy and dramatic.

"i bought it for myself, of course. he's not the richest man - but he's wonderful! I'd like you to meet him - "

your memory flits back to hours ago, when the man you'd assumed was the help had lifted his arm, hand sifting through his hair and you'd caught a flash of something around his finger - silver in constant with his tan skin - a ring.

your lips part at the same time your brush snags on its first tangle, and footrests, heavy, thumping, a mans, approach your room. your mothers puttering is like static to you now, your eyes flitting from her to the door - and there he is. filling your doorframe. leaning against it with a kind of confidence like he belongs there. like the house is his.

"- eet patrick zweig." your mothers voice comes back to you. you imagine her mouth splitting open from how wide shes smiling - teeth flashing at you like a horse. "my husband. your new stepdad!"

she leans back against him and he wraps and arm around her easily. drops a kiss to her stiff hair, but he doesn't take his eyes off you when he does. everything about him is screaming cat that got the cream. his eyes are twinkling. his cheeks dimpling with a barely hidden grin.

"and." your mother claps. so fucking full of energy, the old bat. "he plays tennis!!! isn't that the most beautiful thing - he used to play with that - oh whats his name, honey -"

"art donaldson." patricks voice is thick and smooth. easy like syrup. he's still looking at you. pinning you with his gaze like you're one of those taxidermied bugs with its wings splayed open on display. "yeah, we used to play together. beat him a couple times."

"him, yes! oh, i told him all about your crush. dont flush, sweetheart, you had his posters in your room! and i thought- wouldn't it just be so fun if patrick and you trained together during the summer! oh, i know I've just been a mess over the years." she puts a hand to her heart - where it would be if she had one, that is - "bringing men in and out of our home. i can only imagine how lost you've felt without a proper male figure in your life. well, no more."

she pats patricks chest. hes opted out of a tank top for a soft cotton top. it hugs his frame too well.

"patrick here is all the father figure you'll need. thing's are really going to change around here, button. we'll be a family."

"a family." you echo, hollow.

"of course." patrick nods. he wants to grin so fucking had you can tell. "oh - and here you go - " he hands you a smoothie he'd been holding, you take it numbly. humiliation burns through you at the memory of how you'd talked to him before. when you'd assumed he was the help. "- that smoothie you wanted."

you stare at him. not sure what to make of any of this. your pride is shot to shit, you're embarrassed, you're angry, you're you're you're -

"and dont worry, babe." he jostles your mother under his arm. he's still. looking at you. you can see what the emotion was now - from before - worse than amusement. fucking glee. he's eating this shit up. "we'll get along just fine. won't we?"

no. no you absolutely fucking wont.

but saying that wont get you anywhere. not just yet. you set your smoothie down and try to smile. it feels wooden. this feels like a chess game suddenly, and hes knocked down one of your knights. and you have to try not to fucking scramble as you jump to defend your queen.

"sure." great move. real intimidating. that'll show him.

"yeah." he smiles at you - kisses the side of your moms head. "why don't you get dinner started, hm?"

you try not to gape as your mother preens and flushes like a housewife. your mother cooking. in the kitchen? preforming labor? doing tasks? willingly? you watch her flit out the room in a daze, wondering if fairies are real and one of them has bodysnatched your mother.

its just patrick and you now. the air in the room thickens with that fact, and you swallow. you've never felt this out of place. never felt so blindsided. not in awhile. you'd made sure of that. taken deliberate steps to adorn armor to prevent yourself from feeling this way. from feeling small. from feeling like the barely adult that you are, freshly nineteen and still so fucking confused and raw and scrambled about everything in your life. not at all like the 30 something in front of you who is a fucking man. a full adult. a full frontal lober. who's been through shit, you can tell, by the callouses on his palms, the hair on his body, his stubble, and the enormity of him in your space. in your little girl room that's still all pink ribbons and plushies on your bed and fairy lights strewn everywhere. he feels like the big bad wolf leering down at your straw fucking house, seconds away from blowing that shit to the ground.

you say nothing.

he crosses his arms and takes his time looking at you. you feel every touch of his eyes on your body, suddenly aware of how little you're wearing. just a sheer nightgown. you feel your nipples pebbling under the fabric that's definitely fucking see through and swallow.

"so."

he lets that hang in the air.

and what can you fucking say? you haven't had the time to recalibrate. you hairs still a mess.

"so.... what?"

you want to stand up - make the playing feild more even except thats a fucking joke because hes taller than you regardless. you feel pinned to the spot anyway, your muscles locked in place in your little chair. like you haven't been given permission to move. its the oddest feeling.

"she's right you know." he tells you, and he eases off the door frame, comes closer so you have to crane your neck up to look up at him. you feel demeaned. and yet, you dont look away. "things are different around here - they have been for awhile now."

you find some semblance of your fucking fire. try to hold your little straw house together. glare up at him.

"you can swing your dick around all you want and make my mom cook and clean for you but you're not the boss of me. you're not my dad."

he just looks at you. folds his lips together. his tongue peeks out to run against the front row of his teeth, wolfish.

the lean in is so jarring you nearly fall out of your chair. you do let out a squeak, jolting as your space is invaded suddenly by him, his arms braced on either side of you, one gripping the neck of your chair. his breath smells like spearmint and the chain around his neck swings back and forth as he gets in your face.

he straightens back up. casually like he didn't just rock your whole world off its fucking axis.

"you think I haven't dealt with you before? i fucking was you - spoiled little rich kid with mommy issues and no fucking daddy. s'that why you think you can stick your fucking nose up at me? dont try to play the game with the man who wrote the fucking rulebook. your display back there at being a big girl was cute, I'll give you that, but it ends there. this is my fucking house now. my fucking rules. and as long as you want to park your polished little ass here in your princess castle you'll listen to me." he does grin then, "I'm your daddy now."

"we cool?"

what can you do?

"we're cool."

he just blew your fucking straw house down.

[looooochie]

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 | lamine yamal

summary: lamine toys around with his girlfriend.

TODAY, WAS YOUR sister's 19th birthday. And as she should, and of course, she invited you to it.

your outfit:

You were doing your makeup, as your partner was preparing to go to practice. He looked at you, and smiled.

Lamine admired your pale blue dress, and the all the accessories such as the butterfly hair clip in it.

As you already know, the Moroccan is a bit mischievous. And you felt a pair of eyes staring at you, and next thing, you slightly jump and the lipstick got misplaced on your face. All Lamine did was smirk as you gently tap his cheek.

"Lamine... now I have to do my makeup all over again.." you say in a tsundere-ish tone. "So what? Aren't I allowed to jumpscare you a little?" he replies slyly.

"No.. Now dont you have training to get to?" you ask. His smile faded almost immediately.

"Shit.. I gotta go!" he says giving you a kiss, and his spit went into that kiss. He wipes it off which smudges your makeup even more. He did it on purpose.

"See you at the party later!" Lamine says, before getting out the door.

Wait what? What did he mean by 'See you at the party later' ? You didn't think much of it, before getting your makeup kit and repairing the smudged parts.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧˚.༘⋆

After getting out the car, you look at your sister's house, it. Was. Lit. You could even see some people standing outside the house, that's how lit it really was.

You walking in through the front door to see tons of people in there. A lot of ballons, the music was blasting, and vice versa. Then you go to the backyard and yeah, pretty much the same, but with some people in the pool.

Excited, you search around your sister, and you find her, she looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tiara, a black dress along with some jewelry and black gloves to finish it off. You go up to her and she sees you.

(I'm just going to use Sira as an example of your sister's name)

Sira runs up to you, enveloping you in a warn, loving hug. "Hey, I'm glad you made hermana!" she says, very happy to see you.

I mean, Sira went out of Barcelona to fulfill her acting dreams and hadn't seen you in about 3 years. So she was. ECSTATIC.

"So, how has acting been for you?" you ask smiling. "Its been good. I'm just excited you're here." Sira replies. She moves her head a bit and sees your partner going in.

"Hey Y/N.. What's your boyfriend here for?" she asks. You turn around and your eyes widen. Lamine comes in and starts talking with the boys there.

"Uhh Sira.. I'm just going to Lamine. Is that okay?" you ask, a bit stressed. "Sure. I don't mind!" Sira replies. You slowly run towards Lamine and luckily, you didn't trip because of your Converses.

When you get to Lamine, you rapidly tap his shoulder. And he turns around. "Amor.. What the fuck are you doing here??"

"Oh, we got off training early and your sister's boyfriend,also known as my teammate, let me come." he smiles and slightly shifts so you could see him.

"Hey, what's good Y/N?" he begins. You smile and look at him closely, then you realize that it was Alejandro Balde, Barça's left back. "Hey, you're Alejandro Balde right?" you question.

"Yep, that's me. And by the way, I'm your sister's boyfriend." Alejandro smiles. "Thats cool dude. How long have you and Sira been dating?"

"Oh, it's been about two weeks. We met on Instagram and we liked eachother ever since." Alejandro replies. Next thing you knew, you found yourself having a conversation between Lamine and Alejandro, your new friend.

Ale looks around and sees the people gathering around. "Oh guys, we're about to go sing happy birthday now." Alejandro says, as he gets up from the sofa and goes in the garden. You and Lamine join him and walk towards the garden, hand in hand.

(I'm lazy asf so skip)

You look at the cake you were eating and you were stewing a little. It did feel a little stuffy in there so you wanted to take a breather. You go outside and sit on the porch, looking at the night sky.

The door opens and Lamine goes outside aswell and sits next to you. "Why did you just walk out like that?" Lamine asks.

"It was a little hard to breathe in there, and it was really chaotic." you reply. In return, Lamine pulls you close and puts an arm around you.

"I get you. It kinda was crowded." "Thanks." you say, and give him a kiss on the cheek. This moment was the best, just you, Lamine, and the, dark, night sky.

"Hey, remember when we got our first tattoos?" you ask, breaking the silence. "Yeah, that was actually pretty cool. I used to think if you get a tattoo, you're putting scribble scrabble on yourself." Lamine laughs.

You look down and your arm, and the ink it has. It was Lamine's debut date for Barcelona, you practically had to get that on you. Meanwhile his tattoo is of your name and birthday, so he had two.

"The tattoo thing was a really good idea Y/N." "I know." you responded as you, shift closer to Lamine and just, be there. For him.

[daisymbin]

it's not just a game - yoon jeonghan

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: mentions of alcohol

pairings: yoon jeonghan x afab reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, a hint of angst

a/n: this has not been proofread so i apologise if there's some mistakes. also, its been a little while since i posted zzzz

check out my masterlist! // hannie's m.list

jeonghan's pov 

the bottle spun and landed on me. ''truth or dare?'' as soon as the words left seungcheol's mouth, i knew i was utterly screwed, especially with that stupid sly smirk on his face. it didn't matter what i picked because i know, with both options, the boys would stir some shit up one way or another.

just to be clear, i am in no way a willing participant in this game, especially not when all of us are either drunk and tipsy. but of course, who am i to say no when seungcheol suggested this game earlier to y/n and she just had to drag me by my hand and ask me to play together. it's just a game hannie, don't be such a scaredy caaat

am i going to admit that i am scared? no. but am i scared? beyond that, i am terrified, mortified. why? because 30 minutes prior to y/n arriving at our flat, i had just been talking to seungcheol and joshua about her. after specifically telling them both that i dont think im ready to confess yet because as much as i hate to admit it, i become a stuttering mess in front of her. and i hate it because that's not me. that's not who i am. i am yoon jeonghan. i am confident! i don't get nervous. i don't get shy. ever. so why am i like this in front of her?

‘’hurry up, handsome. you're taking too long.’’ she whined; pulling my heartstrings. ‘’dare.’’ i said without putting much thought into it. ‘’who do you think is the most attractive person here?’’ soonyoung asked. 

‘’myself of course.’’ 

‘’aside from yourself, dumbass.’’ vernon laughed.

‘’im older than you! watch it.’’ i said jokingly as i punched his arm lightly.

‘’so? who is it?’’ seungcheol continued probing. 

‘’i'd rather take the penalty shot than answer this stupid question.’’

‘’ok fine, take the shot then.’’ joshua said dejectedly.

i poured myself a shot and lifted it to my lips, but before i downed it, ‘’come on guys, technically, he did answer the question.’’ y/n came to my defense. I immediately put the shot glass back on the floor. ‘’exactly. i did technically answer your question.’’ 

’yeah you did except, we're playing truth or dare and you weren't telling the truth. sooo……penalty shot.’’ vernon bit back. i gave him a tight-lipped smile and down the penalty shot in surrender.

this time, the bottle landed on soonyoung. ‘’alright, truth or dare buddy?’’ joshua asked soonyoung. ‘’mhmm…dare.’’

‘’i dare you to give y/n a kiss on the cheek'’ seungcheol said with a laugh. a kiss?????????? on the cheek???????? oh hell. ‘’what kind of stupid game is this?? you guys didn't even ask her. what if she doesn't want that??’’ i challenged.

‘’do you not want to y/n? if you don't, its really fine, jeonghan is right.’’ joshua said.

‘’i don't mind it. come on hannie, it's just a game.’’ she said as she looked at me with those eyes. if i didn’t know any better, i would have thought that it was those eyes of adoration..like..she feels something for me too. my breath hitched for a moment. but i do know better; lightweight y/n is just tipsy, maybe a little drunk. those eyes didn’t mean anything at all. 

and with that, soonyoung turns to his side and gave her a peck on her cheek, it felt agonizingly long, that is, until she looks up me while soonyoung still has his lips on her cheek. im conflicted. half of me feels…..feels jealousy. the other half of me feels..light…like im floating almost. ‘’s-soonyoung ah, thats enough.’’ i couldn't stand seeing it anymore. 

‘’come on, lets stop this. its already 230am.’’ i suggested. 

‘’lets just play one more round and then we'll call it a night.’’ vernon tried accommodating.

‘’oh yes! one more round! please hannie! i haven’'t had this much fun in such a long time.’’ how could i ever say no?

this time, the bottle landed on y/n. ‘’dare or dare y/n?’’ soonyoung asked. ‘’what do you mean dare or dare?’’ she pouted as she asked.

‘’come on, it's the last round of the night. lets make it fun! go with a dare please!’’ soonyoung asked her as he clasped his hands together; begging her with his puppy dog eyes. ‘’okay fine lets go with dare.’’ she answered as she patted soonyoung's head. no, i am not jealous.

‘’kiss……jeonghan hyung.’’ my eyes grew big as the words left soonyoung's mouth. is he crazy? has he lost his mind? my eyes glanced over to y/n slowly, trying to gauge her reaction. i watched as her eyes grew wide for a second before it turned into a smile. ‘’hannie, do you mind?’’ she asked me gently, as if gauging my reaction as well. ‘’i..i mind of course. what kind of friends kiss each other?’’ i said nervously as i picked up the penalty shot and downed it, handing the empty shot glass to her. ‘’here. i took the penalty shot for you. game over, let's all go to bed now.’’ i got up as soon as she took the shot glass from me. i'll try to erase the image of her frowning when i got up.

‘’y/n'’ i said as i entered my room and beelined for my closet. i turned around to make sure she was listening, but instead, i found her following me around like a hurt little lost puppy that's been kicked aside. frowning a little, i said ‘’you can take my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch tonight.’’ 

‘’okay.’’ she said softly.

‘’whats wrong?’’

‘’nothing’s wrong.’’

‘’something is clearly bothering you. what's wrong?’’

at that, she hesitates for awhile before she broke the silence. ‘’is kissing me really that bad?’’

‘’no but we are friends! we can't kiss. that would be inappropriate and weird.’’ i tried to clarify, though i know this didn’t make things any better.

‘’well do we have to be just friends?’’

‘’what are you-'’

‘’kiss me hannie'’

‘’you don't know what you're asking of me, y/n.’’

‘’i do. i know what im asking of you so please. unless you really don't want to and the thought of kissing me disgusts you then i-''

i don't know what came over me but before i could register anything at all, i found my hand in her hair and the other on the side of her neck, guiding her to me. no, i did not shut her up with a kiss but my lips are brushing against hers. she's so close i can feel her breath hitching, i felt the beating of her heart speed up as i leaned down to press my lips on hers. i felt her hand come up to my side and fisted my shirt as if holding herself back from giving more into the kiss.

i pulled away slowly to look her in the eyes. the emotions swirling behind them were the same as she one the gave me earlier. ‘’it's not just a game is it hannie?’’ she asked as she looked down. i lifted her chin for her to look back at me, ‘’it’s not just a game, y/n.’’ 

[i-cant-sing]

Maybe a dancer reader with your ocs, like they want to still be on stage and fight about it with your oc because they sacrificed a lot to get there and don’t want to waste it. Like how would they react would they let the darling dance on stage with limited audience or?

Hmm, here's how I think it'll go:

Eros:

He wouldnt ever stop you from enjoying life, and he loves watching you dance. Its so graceful, the way your body moves, the emotions youre expressing, its all- so impressive. Eros 100% ditches his duty at the hospital, dresses up super nice to go to the theatre where you're performing, and of course he has the best seat near the stage so you could see your no.1 hype man cheering you on. He is so proudly telling anyone and everyone that "thats my girl!" "I'm dating her! Gosh, I'm lucked out!"

Dimitri:

Probably has a theatre/stage built in his mansion for you to perform in, and the audience will be him and his men. They're all there to clap and cheer you on, but in a very careful way so as to not make Dimitri think they're attracted to you, just admiring your dance.

Its kinda weird watching all these buffed up, tattooed criminals getting front seat to your little hobby and they're all looking at you in complete awe, giving you 7 minute standing ovation, hooting as their boss gets on stage and spins you in his arms before dipping you as he gives you a passionate kiss. Ah yes, Dimitri is also a skilled dancer, though you'll now have to waltz with him for the world.

Magnus:

Guess who brings the entire cult to the show? Its crazy lover boy Magnus! You didnt want to dance, but Magnus knew about your secret hobby and he insisted that you dance for him. You turned him down, of course because you hate him, but then a little threat from the cult to pull your intestines out to hang dry, you were all game <3

At the end of your dance, he's on his knees, along with his cult, and is praising the Lord for giving him such a perfect partner.

Theodore:

You're probably still in the dark about Theo being a spy/assassin, so you dont know that the reason the entire theatre is empty except for him is because Theo used his spy agency to book out the theatre completely for "mission purposes", and you just think that nobody else showed up :( You also dont know that Theo has some guys stationed outside the theatre to knock out/shoot anyone who tries to come in.

But hey, at least your deaf bf is all supportive as he claps and gives you nods of approval at the end of your performance, as well as a big bouquet and teddy bear.

Halim Mehmat Shah:

My man, my himbo bf, he brings his entire family and his bestie Mahir to the show because um of course, this will also be your family soon when you two get married (you're not even dating him atm) so why wouldnt they come to support you????

He's cheering, he's clapping, his family has these proud beaming smiles and they all join you backstage to tell you how amazing you are and you just feel a little weird at how Halim's family, especially his parents are looking at you with such pride- your own family has never looked at you so fondly. Of course, the parents made you take pictures with Halim (and Mahir was also dragged into these photos because he's their angsty adoptive son lol).

Later, you find out that almost all the people who attended the show were connected to the Shah family somehow, and they bought tickets for everyone.

Mahir Jahangir:

He'll look up from his pile of papers, silent as you whine about wanting to dance at the theatre downtown. Mahir knows that you're an exceptionally good dancer, but he doesnt know how to explain to you that he'd much rather burn the world to the ground than let any man look at you like that.

And since he doesnt wanna sound like an insane, jealous s/o, he agrees, giving you a nod to go ahead before picking up his phone to tell his secretary to cater to your requests.

When the day of the show comes, the curtains open and all you see is Mahir and his mom sitting in the front row. They're the only audience, and Mahir's mom is ever so cheerful throughout your performance while Mahir has a soft smile, pride and awe shining in his eyes. Of course, only at the end of the show does Mahir finally clap, giving you a standing ovation as he does so. All his moves, his claps, his praise, they're all calculated, no filler words or actions that dont hold significance are used.

His mother is going on and on about how much she enjoyed the performance, while Mahir is silently waiting for his moment to tell you that he just bought the theatre and is gifting it to you <3

Baldwin:

No.1 cheerleader, has the ballroom booked for you. You'd think he'd have the ballroom empty so that he could get a private show, but no. He has his court in there, praising and clapping at how well you dance, except they're all wearing blindfolds because again- Baldwin doesnt want them to see how well his "angel" dances.

"We can feel how well you dance, your Majesty!" They say to you, but you know by now that they're all just crazy.

What you dont expect is Baldwin to get up and join you mid performance, pulling you close by the waist as he leads your body, waltzing through the entire ballroom with such finesse.

[silenttrxxs]

choi san x reader

something a little cute!

you had been feeling under the weather lately, the constant late nights trying to get the work done before the deadline. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration as you type the last letter. "baby..." you hear sung through the house as you hear the footsteps coming behind you. You felt his hands cover your shoulders, the warmth spreading across your arms and down your back. You felt the stress leaving your bones as his hands made light work of massaging your shoulders, leaning down to place some soft kisses to your neck. The warmth of his pure and undying love spreading through your veins. You felt the soft laugh leaving his body as you craned your neck to allow him more access to your neck, your hands reaching up to touch him. "lets get you away from this computer darling, I have a lovely day planned for us." he whispered into your ear helping you to stand up from the chair.

You smiled softly at him before turning and lifting your hands to caress his face. You looked at him, taking in his every feature. "so where are we going then my love" you asked softly, before turning around and rooting through your wardrobe pulling out something that would make you look less like you had been sitting in your bubble for the past 4 days.

You grabbed your favourite jeans and a cute top and stood back, getting changed, you looked around and laughed to yourself.

San smiled as he watched you getting ready, he grabbed his keys and slid his shoes on at the door.

"you ready baby?" he asked as he intertwined your hands together and lead you to the street below.

you giggled as he lead you towards his car parked up. "right first things first, lets treat you some food, you have been living on the worst thing ever. who even likes chicken noodles in a packet thats grossssss" he laughed. "hey dont diss the work monster, at least i managed to eat sir" you giggled.

"well you sit back and enjoy the ride it wont be long till we get there" He said connecting his phone and playing your favourite songs before starting up the car and making your way there.

You arrived outside, parking up and smiling as san walked around to open the door for you, offering his hand to you and helping you out of the car.

You smiled and gasped when you looked up realising he had reserved a table at the restaurant he took you too for your first date.

"sannie" you said choking a little at your words as tears welled up in your eyes. "hey hey hey dont cry baby, i just thought youd like to have a trip down memory lane" he said wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "now come on lets get some good food and ill try not to make you cry more" he said leading you both into the restaurant.

You smiled as you took your seat and looked at san. Your mind was flooding with nothing but love for the man in front of you, you couldnt be more thankful that you happened to have stumbled upon him throughout your hectic and somewhat silly life. You prayed that the world would give you a break and allow you to experience this love for the rest of your life.

[imperfection-in-one-human]

The odd one.

Tav x Everyone

Warnings: depressions ; self harming behaviour ; bad english ; bad written lol ; im not good at writing endings ngl ; self doubts ; thoughts about suicide and even mentions ; descriptions of wounds ; teeny tiny bit of fluff ; drama ; angst ; idk poly relationship?

Note: hello everyone who thinks this is gonna be good lol. Its just a little drabble i really wanted to write but thats like my first fic/drabble ever so please be kind :') still i hope you enjoy that small thingy. Also i used they/them as tavs pronouns and theres no specific description to their look. Also there might be typos etc. English is not my native language!

If someone has to describe tav than they would probably take the word "odd". Odd because they were so clumsy that it was nothing new when they tripped over their own feet or stumble right into a trap, indicators where most started to think that they're absolutely not capable of fighting or at least not being good at it. Most would think that they're just gonna stumble into sword, or spells, and call it a day. But, much to everyones suprises, it wasnt like that. Tav was rather good at slaying things, beheading goblins or punch someone so hard that they're loosing foot - they were even good at taking hits until their nose run bloody and their lips were chapped, even bruised. The description of "odd' was perfect for them and still, it seems that there were even more things about them that made them so weird. Not only had they a habit of not treating their wounds probably, no, they also tried to downplay them and saying that they are not as bad as you think it is. Even when shadowheart tried to heal a claffing wound on their arm they just tried to get away from her healing spell - something about "dont waste it in me shadowheart, keep it until someone really needs it. Wyll got wounded too". It was weird but no one really questioned it, they shoved it onto the fact that tav was indeed a very selfless person. Always trying to do something good or even trying to give most of their being to people so that they didnt have to suffer - may it be a healing potion, a weapon or even the safe space behind a wall. Tav would always give up things like that, taking hits for every companion they got ans smile at them afterwards with reassuring words because "it doesnt hurt that much! Dont you worry!"

It was only time later when they found out the truth and its all because of that artist. Someone who they thought they're never gonna see ever again but here he was with a ghost in front of him and said ghost was just so mad at him that everyone was ready again to fight but instead they got to hear the whole story and when the ghost said why she was dead tavs eyes got dull for a second.

A second where it felt as if the ocean crashed right onto them, waves of unspoken sadness and a hidden longing no one wanted a admit, tidal waves who threaten to consume every last single bit of them, swallowing them whole and keeping them right into their embrace. It was as if someone spoke the right words for a curse to be lifted, a lingering curse everyone knew that it existed but no one wanted to admit. It was only then where everyone kind of knew why tav did things the way they did, why they never quite let their wounds heal or reopening them again in a battle. Why they never quite cared enough about themself to even try to heal anything about them. Why they never really took onto the pretty words everyone said to them in and out of camp, why they shied away from any ounce of love even though every single one loved them with such a burning passion that it would burn them and they would happily accept it. They would love to crumble under that heat and still they never really got it, of course they exchanged small little affecrionate gestures like hugs, cuddles or kisses on the cheek but it never seemed to go further than that. They knew that their tav was in shatters and pieces, still they tried to but them back together.. it just seemed that they never quite made it. As if it they were million miles away even though tav was right infront of them. Still that didnt stopped any of them to express their love for their leader, there was still hope that one day they would get into that broken little heart. Maybe they just needed time? Maybe love wouldnt heal them completely?

Maybe everything came into a full picture right here and then even though it was just a small second. After that incident everyone went back to camp where the inevitable came - all of them wanted to know what was going on but no one really dared to ask. It was such a delicate topic, they were scared that their beloved leader would built up even more walls, what they didnt know was the fact how much tavs heart ached - how much they yearned for the love they could have and even the relationship what was right infront of them. The only thing holding them back was fear. Fear that every single of them would see them as they see themself. That they would leave them with their heart in their hands and crush it like fallen leaves from a tree. They were so love and touched starved sometimes it felt like they were going crazy! They wanted all of this to be real and still there was a small voice in their heads telling them that they deserved none of this, that they are not important enough that someone would even care when they were gone. Just died in a battle or got swept away from the absolute. That all of them just love them because they were travelling together and as soon as the journey ends they going seperate ways. Astarion would live the life he wanted, karlach would get her own small home again, laezel fullfilling her wish of ascending, wyll roaming the coast, gale going back to tara and his tower, shadowheart living with her parents and halsin going back into the shadowlands so he can be with his old and beloved friend. That sounded real. That sounded like it would happen and not their little dream of living with them until death itselfs collects them. Still.. they dreamed about that little fantasy everyday, selfishly wanting that and nothing more. Just living in peace with every person they love.. then why does their heart hurt so much as soon as they're showing love for them? Is it too good to be true? Were they scared? Probably everything of the above.

So they really needed to talk to them all of them. And they're gonna do that, letting all of them into that broken heart of theirs and allowing themself to be happy?

... maybe if they let a little bit of sunshine into their pierced heart they may allow themself to dream a little longer with the. To accept the love they wanted to give. Maybe it wasnt such a bad wish after all?

[genderfluid-insomniac]

hi! can i ask modern au(i'm not sure if thats what its called but yk where we live without the superpowers) hcs with shenhe and kafka x reader? the reader could be fem but if you dont write that gn is okay too. just hcs about how it would be like to date them and what kind of stuff they'd to etc. hope you have a nice day!!!

hi! of course! I'm soooo sorry it took this long!!

Modern Au!Kafka and Shenhe with dating headcanons (fem!s/o)

Shenhe

As in the game, this tall intimidating woman is a bit hesitant as she’s still learning more social cues and being able to smoothly get into a conversation. You love her dearly but sometimes she scares others by casually suggesting violent solutions to certain problems like it’s completely normal. As much as you joke about giving her classes on social cues and how to not seem like a robot she asks you to actually do that.

She’s hella protective. She has you carry one of those multi purpose keychains with a window break (which could be used as a shank as she’s suggested), pepper spray, a small knife, etc and tells you to look out for signs of any danger. You’re both trained in self defense and know additional safety combat techniques. Shenhe just really doesn’t want anything to happen to you since you’re one of the best things to happen to her.

Please help her cook because Shenhe badly wants to cook you a meal and not set off the fire alarm or somehow make an abomination of sometype. It can also be a fun date where you both bake a cake or a favorite if yours. She’ll get confused if you put frosting on her nose jokingly but very flustered when you lick it off or kiss it off.

You adore her cuddles and how she is the perfect size for being a little spoon, not to mention those soft plush breasts she has that make perfect pillows. Your girlfriend adores cuddles more than anything since you’re so adorable already and hers.

This is a strange one but please take her to the zoo she’s absolutely enamored with all of the animals and it doesn’t matter if she’s already seen them Shenhe will watch them all day and read the facts on the stand in front of the habitat. Despite the fact that you can see it too she’ll tell all of her favorite things about said animal. She is fascinated by giraffes and flamingos because giraffes according to her are “stretched horses” where as flamingos remind her of a bright pink version of a crane that used to frequent a lake next to her house.

Kafka

Let get one thing straight gay your girlfriend is a tease and loves to play harmless mind games with you from anything to receiving affection to coaxing you into making a decision. She’s not going to manipulate you ever it’s just she likes to keep you on your toes and loves the reactions you give.

Her love language is more physical touch and words of affirmation than anything else. There are countless times that you’ll be in her arms and cuddle into her as she praises you for being so good to her and for her. How you’re the best person she’s ever met and brings out the best in her. You’d get cavities from how sweet she is to you.

Kafka is someone who others can’t figure out and tries to solve her like an old riddle fabled to hold untold riches but only you hold the answer. She’s purposely tries to be standoffish to make sure others don’t harass you or think they can hurt you in any way. Especially since she has some enemies that would love to have you in their arms in order to get one over Kafka but she’ll ensure you that you’re forever safe with her. If something does happen she’s rushing you to the hospital first off to make sure you’re okay or any injuries you sustained will be taken care of and then calling up her friends and associates to take care of whoever decided to hurt her girlfriend.

You’re being taken on meaningful and charming dates that have clearly been thought through and they sometimes are as simple as a picnic or a movie night at home to having dinner at a high-class restaurant or taking you out on a night in the city and spoiling with gifts that you’ve been eyeing.

[vriskabot]

do you have any davris headcanons?

i saw this ask the instant it came in and i could not believe my EYES. trust when i tell you ive been typing FURIOUSLY in the meantime okay. okay headcanons. -dave has always been a little genderweird and vriska putting makeup on him when she was bored one night unlocked his third eye and now he cant stop putting red shit all over his eyelids -vriska has also always been genderweird and you can see where im going with this. -she steals his clothes ALL the time -he pretends to hate it when she gets her disgusting $5 perfume stink all over said clothes but you know he loves that shit (and she knows it too) -flaming bisexuals -once theyve been together for a while they are THE most "i am going to have the longest silent conversation with someone across the room you have ever seen in your life" -they both think they can read each other like a book but in truth its only about 60-70% accurate -the inaccuracies are always funny as fuck though and 9 times out of 10 its some entirely off the wall MADNESS due to their upbringings they think is entirely normal. the conversations that directly follow these revelations are legendary amongst the extended crew and every single one thats happened in a public memo has been screenshotted by basically everyone they know -speaking of which. i dont think they dm for basically anything ever. they either have conversations right in the GC (sometimes in the middle of other conversations, which karkat fucking HATES, especially when they flirt with each other) or they speak in person/over the phone. no in between -they flirt with each other all the time and its disgusting but its incomprehensible to literally everyone else. vriska tells dave she found some gnarly roadkill and sends coordinates and dave is like "babe stop not in front of everybody" -she used to send pictures too but that got shut down real quick and now thats really all she dms him for -i dont think vriska likes it for the same reasons dave does but he did absolutely get her into the weird and wacky world of vulture culture. dave likes the wet specimens the most but vriskas a fan of bones and taxidermy -speaking of which. this is more vriska/troll-centric but i love the idea of vriska being able to eat bones. dave gets the same schoolboy "oh my god this is so cool" kick out of it every single time -im well aware that music is a time thing but i genuinely cannot comprehend a world wherein vriska is not a music girlie. this definitely did a lot of the heavy lifting in The Early Days because when youre emotionally constipated sometimes you gotta let a song do the talking FOR you -vriska 100% introduced dave to crunkcore and he got way more into it than she ever did. he listens to 3oh3 religiously -dave samples vriska on his tracks all the time because she CANNOT shut the fuck up. he also likes taking pictures of her but even after years together he still kinda keeps those to himself and gets flustered when she finds one -man i just really love the idea of them being fucking obsessed with each other. they rag on each other ALL the time because thats just how they feel the most comfortable being affectionate but at the end of the day they snuggle up all soft and quiet and just enjoy being with somebody who understands how hard it can be to even allow that to happen in the first place -they ARE super casually affectionate with each other though, even in group settings. i dont think theyd like grand pda like kissing or saying 'i love you' in public but personal space just doesnt really exist for them. they hang off each other and sling legs over laps all willy nilly -they also stim on each other. dave likes to play with her hair while hes talking and vriska likes to play with his hands/fingers when shes bored this post is so LONG i could keep going for days. please always ask me about davris, especially if youve got more specific questions!!!

[v3nusxsky]

Id like to use this to request any fic that you have that you want to publish for your own personal needs, because i vaguely remember you mentioning that whenever you dont publish specifically for us first, you feel guilty. I dont want you to feel guilty for writing and publishing for yourself when you feel like you need to, so thats what this request is for. And it has infinite uses, so if you feel bad for posting something nobody requested, i requested it. 😌🫶🏻

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Thank you darling this was a self indulgent fic so I felt like this was the perfect one for your request ♥️

Innocent dove 18+

*A/n I had actually planned a cute fluffy update but this one would not leave my head. Something that I hadn't actually planned on writing ever but let's move on. This is an extra post I'll still be posting later on*

Warnings~ corruption k!nk, dominant Larissa sub reader language? F!ngering strap on! Light Degrading? first time! Mommy kink

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy watched you from afar for years. You intrigued her in a way no one else could. Of course she knew of her staff's personal lives, after all they all spent so much time together it was only natural to work out who was seeing who. Expect for you. Larissa couldn't work out anything about you. And that's what made you even more interesting. Now she knew the basic information, of course she did it was on your file. But anything personal? Not a clue. It was like you locked it away and buried the key. This is what spurred her to try and befriend you. Your dedication to your job was admirable so she started by offering you to her office.

The meeting in the office soon migrated to Larissa coming to you quarters for a class of wine. You began to look forward to those nights. Your first friend of so you thought. Through these meetings Larissa got to know more about you and in return allowed you to know her. One evening on the way to your office with a coffee in hand, a student rushed passed spilling it all down your front. A frustrated sigh left your lips. Today was not your day. Luckily the principles office was a few doors down, this led you to knocking in hopes she could help you. And that she did. She leant you a t-shirt. Not something you imagined the classy women owning but loving how it hung loosely off your frame. Larissa told you to keep it due to it suiting you more than her. And that was how you came to having her shirt. Little did you know Larissa had grown feelings for you that you couldn't even comprehend.

Religion. What a funny thing. You believed you were strong in your faith. But how could you be if you were having the most sinful dreams that you didn't quite understand, about the taller women. Those dreams came to head the one night where you had drank through a little more wine that would be your normal.

Unsure if it was the wine or if it was the tension that had build between you both, Larissa leaned over to your ear and whispered " darling, may I kiss you"

Your face flushed. You'd never been kissed before. Would she find that an odd fact? "I uh I haven't um" you trailed off looking embarrassed. A mischievous glint remained in her eyes as she whispered "I'll be your first then my dear" before she leant in to capture your lips gently. Stunned for a few seconds you just let her kiss you, only then did you gingerly respond moving your lips against hers. You knew this was wrong. Your whole religion frowned upon this. But why did it feel so good? This undeniable feeling of want and desire.

You pulled away, eyes wide with panic, what was god going to thing. You'd have to pray extra hard tonight. Unknowingly in your panicked state you voiced those opinions out loud. "Stay on the ground until your knees hurt, no more praying to a god baby, I'll be your preacher." The blonde women murmured watching your reactions carefully. Delighting in the fact that your eye's darkened with lust for a second.

"La-Larissa? What? Uh this can't it's not right " you mumbled trailing off. This is so confusing after all you want her? But it's not what you've been taught to allow? Sinning was bad. But why did she feel so right?

"Oh my darling, it's more than right. It's perfect. I know you want me Y/n. Your body language practically screams that message. And if this god tells you it's bad what would he say if I admitted my true feelings and desires? Hmm?"

"But my faith is all I have?" You mumbled sounding as if you were questioning yourself.

"Darling your faith is yours. It's up to you to decide what you believe in, but there is nothing wrong with feeling love for anyone. And that's my personal belief. After all doesn't God tell you to love everyone?" She quizzed never removing herself from your personal space.

Maybe it was the wine, you subconsciously followed your deep desires. You launched yourself at her once more. Lips finding hers, the need and desperation evident. Only pulling back when your need for oxygen became apparent. "I want you" you mumbled against her lips, oh if only you knew what you'd just asked for.

Smirking she held your gaze wanting to know you really understood her here. "Darling, you've never done anything like this and believe me I long to be your first but I don't want to pressure you here. I need to know you want this" her tone left no room for any argument. You nodded giving In totally to your own instinct.

"Words my darling" she reminded you in which you quickly responded "please" in a whine you'd never even knew you could create. In a foggy haze you were led back to Larissa's quarters. Almost on autopilot. What were you doing? How could someone have such an effect on you?

You were laid back on the bed, looking up at the older women, her lips moving but the words not really sinking in. "Darling you need to listen to me" was what snapped you back into the reality. This isn't a dream? "You are so innocent my little dove. So here is how this works. I'll help you. Oh baby I'll take you back to church, you'll be mine. All you have to do is be a good girl for me can you do that?" She all but purred out watching as you shivered in excitement before whimpering out a yes.

"Red means stop I want you to say it whenever you don't feel safe or what to stop, it's your first and although i want you as mine doesn't mean I desire to hurt you. Yellow means you have a question or want to change something but not stop completely okay? Yellow will open up the line of communication to allow me to adjust whatever you need. You being comfortable will always be at the top of my list okay dove?" Larissa explained to you wanting you to understand this was all under your control.

"Wh- uh can you- do you get to say them" you mumbled out confused. "Oh my dove I won't need to use them but yes it would extend to me too." She reassured, "now darling can we start?"

"Yes" was all you managed before her lips once again found yours. More demanding this time. Lust finally taking over you both. Wandering hands made quick work of your clothing until you were bare and at her mercy. She watched as you squirmed against her lingering gaze, allowing your insecurities to show. After all this is the first time you'd ever been this vulnerable and on show. Larissa was enjoying watching you squirm for her. "Oh pretty girl, don't be shy you're beautiful baby" was whispered against your skin as she trailed kisses down your neck before making her way to your breast. Only then did she take the perky bud into her lips. The sounds you were making were ones so pure spurring your older women on. You were so innocent and she craved to destroy it.

After lavishing your breasts with attention Larissa dragged her attention south. "What's the colour pretty one?" She murmured against your stomach.

"Gr-een please" was all it took for her to continue her journey. "Pretty one I'm going to baptise in your thighs till I can't breathe." And with that Larissa focused her attention your aching core. Absolutely soaked for her. Of course taking it slowly, wanting to savour the feeling of breaking down your innocence. You're moans of delight we're filling the room as she worked between your thighs. Slowly exploring your soaked folds. Your whimpers and whines of delight following freely as you chased whatever unfamiliar feeling was burning within you. Your thighs shaking as they closed in around her head. All tale tale signs that you were very much enjoying her ministrations. However enjoyable this was the older women craved to see the change in your eyes as she ruined you. That was the one desire and reason why she pulled away from your drenched core. You whimpered out of need and displeasure at the sensation leaving you.

"Rissa? No please I god please I need..." you trailed off not knowing what you needed. "Oh my pretty one you enjoyed that hmm?" Causing you to whimper out and nod in confrontation unable to word what you wanted to say.

"Oh darling don't you worry I'm not done with you. That was just the start my love. Would you like to continue?" She questioned as she walked round her room looking for her chosen item. Once you confirmed that you wanted her only then did Larissa strip down to match your level of clothing. You watched through half lidded eyes, the sight aiding your arousal that was now soaking your thighs.

Larissa quickly adorned her favourite strap on which would pleasure the both of you simultaneously. She delighted in your little scared gasp, eyes blown wide open just looking at the sheer sight of her. "Rissa? That's not gonna fit" you blurted out panic evident in your voice.

"Hush pretty one it will fit you're more than capable of taking all of me. In fact you will take it all bc your my good girl hmm" she all but purred at you hoping to ease some of the tension. You seemed to respond marvellously well to her praise and touch so it was only natural you whined at the good girl part.

Larissa settled herself between your thighs once more. Her hand coming up to hold yours as she lined herself up effectively coating the fake cock in your slickness, watching as you held your breath. You'd heard stories of course. And you heard it would hurt but you were unsure how much? "Darling you need to breathe for me" Larissa reminded you and you took a shaky breath. "Pretty one keep your eyes open I want to see the innocence drain from your beautiful irises as I take you. You'll never belong to anyone but me and we both know you'd love that hmm?" Doing as you were instructed you kept your eyes trained on the women who was now gently slipping into your soaked core. The cry tore from your lips as you felt a stinging burning pain. Tears filled your eyes as you desperately tried to keep them open. Once in Larissa stilled, allowing you adjust to her intrusion and whispering comforting words into your ear. "Such a good girl for me y/n. You're okay darling it won't last long. Such a good girl. You're mine now y/n. I'm so proud of you. That's it baby relax for me"

The pain defused into pleasure causing a loud moan to rip through you. "Mommy oh-" you whined. "Sorry sorry I don't know why I said that oh fuck please I'm sorry" you whimpered out your apologies.

"Oh my pretty baby I know why you said that. And I loved it. Say it again" she growled into your ear.

"Mommy please fuck I don't know what but please" you whined now only feeling the pleasure of being so deliciously filled.

"Such a good slut for mommy" was the final sentence whispered before Larissa withdrew just to the tip before pushing back in. Still mindful that it could still hurt. But if your moans were any indication to go by the painful part was over. You were hers. And who would've knew you had a mommy kink?

There was that feeling again. You found yourself chasing it. The curiosity of not understanding what was happening but knowing whatever it was felt amazing souring you on alongside the moans of the older women. It didn't take Larissa long to have you a whimpering mess below her. The tale tale signs of a climax painfully close were obvious to her yet you had no clue. Begging and pleading for the unknown. "Mommy please fuck god please I need something" you whined causing her to snake her hand between you both and circle your clit. That was all it took to throw you off the edge.  " oh my god o irrumabo mammam i deus larisaa" you all but screamed out at the overwhelming new sensations. (oh fuck mommy i god Larissa) you had switched languages half way through due to the strong waves of pleasure clouding your mind. The perk of being the language professor meant you knew a fair few languages but Latin being one of your favourites, so it wasn't surprising that's what you swapped to. The Latin mixing with your mewls of pleasure is what threw Larissa over the edge alongside you.

Once you'd both calmed down, she slipped out of you causing a whine of discomfort. "Oh my pretty girl did mommy make you sore?" She questioned with a caring tone. You just whimpered in response. Exhaustion clouding your mind. You almost missed when she asked if you needed something. You just reached your arms outwards and did the grabby hands signalling for a cuddle which was happily given. "Rest now pretty one, if your agreeable mommy would like to play with her good girl in a few hours." She whispered pressing light kisses to your head as you snuggled onto her chest. A sleepy hum of agreement was all you managed before sleep claimed you.

Word count ~ 2504

[rodolfoparras]

Soap Alphabet; G= Goofy, K=Kinks, L=Locations, 18+, MINORS DNI, | insp by this.

Pairing: John Soap Mactavish x male reader

content tags: handjobs, exhibitionism, glove fetishism (I think that's the word idk Soap likes getting u off with his gloves on)

Stand alone/ part of a series

A/N: I've been seeing this a-z alphabet thing going around here and on tiktok and wanted to give it a shot, this is meant to be a blurb of some sort, I just dont know how to shut up thats why its a wee bit long.

“You want head ?” Soap asks as he nudges you with his shoulder.

You turn your head to the side to look at him, and despite the mask that you’re wearing he knows you’re raising a brow at him. “We’re literally at a stake out”

“So ?” He asks with a shrug, not really seeing any issue with having his mouth on your cock while on the clock “You’ll keep watch while I do all the work. Well technically we both will be doing the work” he says, chuckling at his own joke.

You turn your head straight forward, gaze falling upon the soldier stationed a bit further away from the two of you “What about him?

Soap turns his head to the soldier as well (what’s his name again? Marvin something?) only to see him being as oblivious as ever to the pairs of eyes burning into the back of his neck. “What about him?” Soap asks as if nothing could deter him from this side quest, not even the presence of someone else.

“He’ll see” you try to explain, as if he’s somehow forgotten about the potential consequences while forming this great plan.

“That’s what we got this bad boy for” he says and gestures to the rock laying in front of you. It’s rather large in size and manages to hide two grown soldiers pretty easily. The only thing is that it has a large opening in the middle of it but as long as one lays low (which the two of you have been doing) onlookers are only able to see your heads and shoulders. Technically he’d be able to suck-

You can't believe that you’re actually considering this.

But once you realize there’s really not much to do here anyway other than lay around in the dirt (something you’ve been doing for a good hour or so), you agree to his suggestion.

“Hell yeah “ he cheers once you agree to do it. You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm as you roll over to lay on your back, while the other man stays laying on his stomach. Once you’re laying on your back and your head’s propped up on the heavy stone, he scoots down to be eye level with your lower half. His hands are quick to find their way to the waistband of your pants, wrestling with the belt and fumbling with the buttons.

“Fucking gear- can’t take it off- why are these things so heavy- oh thank fuck “ he says once he manages to take them off and before you know it you’re stripped down to your underwear, cold air caressing your exposing skin and sending goosebumps through your entire body.

“Oh you’re really into this idea” he says, taking note of the way your half hard cock presses against the fabric of your underwear.

“Can I tell you something?” He says as he starts trailing kisses up the expanses of your thigh “been thinking about this for a long time now” he explains as he runs his hands down the sides of your body“ you know getting to suck you off on a mission, I’d make sure we’re safe off course but you get the gist of it no?” he continues to say , and fucking nuzzles up against your dick.

“Wait” he almost shouts ”can I use gloves for this?” he asks and it almost looks like he’s fucking giving you puppy eyes.

“Yes yes, just get on with it Mactavish “ you say, annoyance clearly showing on your face as you tug at his hair in warning.

“Oh-oh-alright geez just thought I’d ask for consent, it’s important you know “ he says, clearly still teasing and clearly enjoying himself.

“And I really appreciate it babe but I really need your mouth on my co-“

All of sudden gloved hands pry at the waistband of your underwear, tugging your boxers down to your knees, and freeing your dick.

The cold air is rather unkind to your sensitive skin, raising goosebumps all over your body every time the wind caresses it.

“Will get u all warm real soon give me a minute yeah?” He says, noticing the goosebumps that rises on your skin as he spits onto your dick and on the glove he’s wearing. “What? Need lots of it” he says and shrugs innocently once he takes notice of the look you give him.

At last he wraps a gloved hand around your dick, warmth emanating from his palm as he starts stroking root to tip.

Your head hits the rock with a soft thud, eyes squeezing shut, heavy breaths escaping your lips, as you allow yourself to relax in his grip.

His pace is slow and gentle at first, as to not hurt you with the rough material of the glove. The spit does aid in making the movements much more fluid but you can still feel the fabric tugging and taunting sensitive skin, leaving you hissing every time it grazes your sensitive tip. Apologetic fingers are quick to soothe the sting, slicked with spit and thumbing at the tip. But despite the slight pain that comes with each and every stroke, you find yourself welcoming it, hips bucking into the palm of his hand.

“Oh fuck yes, you look so hot right now, Can’t believe you’re letting me do this, dear god” his hand settles on a slow and gentle pace, but it quickly turns careless and eager once your cock’s fully hard and weeping. A curious thumb goes to collect the precum dribbling from the tip, smearing it all around the head before he continues stroking your dick.

You’re twitching in his grasp, hips bucking into the palm of his hand and boots digging into the muddy ground “please, please, please ”

He ignores your pleas, solely focused on the sight in front him. “I have been thinking about this so much, you don’t even know, wanted to see my gloved hand wrapped around your cock, can’t believe you let me do it, love you so much”

He soon settles for a steady pace, occasionally he’ll twist his hand close to the tip, making you furiously buck up against him.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you moan as you continually thrust up into the palm of his hand. You’re sure by this point the soldier must’ve heard something, but you’re far gone to care, heels digging further into the floor as he speeds up the pace of his hand.

“Shh he’ll hear” he says with a chuckle as he presses his lips against yours in an attempt to suppress your moans.

“Fuck him” you whine out against his lips, hands burying in his hair to keep him close to you.

“Actually I was hoping you’d fuck me” he says with a wolfish grin on his face as he quickens his pace.

Another moan, much louder than the previous one escapes your lips.

“As much as I like hearing the pretty noises you make, we need to be quiet for the next part or else we’ll blow our cover” he says, once again reminding you of the soldier who’s still very much present.

He goes to take off the glove on his other hand, successfully pulling it off by just using his mouth before he palms the thing and gestures for you to take it.

“This isn’t part of your fantasy is it?” You pant, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Maybe” he shrugs innocently but there’s no missing his devious grin. “But you’ll still need this “

“Then get to it” is all you say , as you bite down on the glove, tasting leather on your tongue.

“With pleasure” he says before he goes to bury his head between your legs.

[Once it’s all over and done you hear the Scotsman say to himself “Saving this as a souvenir “ before he pockets the two gloves he’d been using.

“You’re one strange man, Mactavish, you know?”]

[sakiblack]

Soft yandere Kiri x reader

Kiri x reader

Kiri with a human mate would be just the best.

Lets say you are Spiders sibling making you older then her. Eather your male or female your smaller then her.And she loves that.

From ever since you two were young she would always want to be with you. She was not a fighter but somehow she felt like she would save you from anything.

As you two grew older she would start to realise her feelings which would make her just more shy. To you being human you would always be at the camp making her able to keep her eyes on you. Spider would be the first one to notice something between you two making him talk to you or her about this. Weather you would tell him you like her or not it does not metter cus she would go full on confessin mode when he asked her about you.

»Y/n is just perfect i dont see why i would not be in love with them«

She would not hide it in front of anyone other then you.

Why you? Well you cant know how she feels untill she is 100% sure you feel the same. But untill then she would act normal. Like every girl in love with their crush would.

Being protective of you is a thing only with strangers. Her siblings and clan already know about the spacial something blooming between you two so she would not be protective of you there. But going to the metkayina clan oh Eywa help.

To you being human the first encounter would be strange. Ronal would not be a fan. She would pull your hands up showing the whole clan what you are. And thats not fun for Kiri to watch. She would hiss at Ronal not caring about her parents giving her the looks. Your hers and noone has the right to touch you.

After the clan would see you mean no harm and exept you in oh you better watch her. Tsireya is being nice to you wanting to learn about the humans? She is glaring at her. Aonung is teasing you about being a demon? You bet she will be glaring at him. You minght need to talk to her about it. Tell her she should calm down. During that talk she may or may not let it slip out that she loves you.

»You dont get it. They wont treat you like this not even Tsireya. Even if she is nice to you. Your mine and she will not have you«

Take it or leave it i think her confessin would slip out one way or another. It would not be planed , no the words would just excape her.And when they do not even Eywa can help you.

She would be next to you 24/7. Touching you at all times. And if you have anything to say about it she will make you want her.

»But y/n i love you so much. Please just let me hold your hand.«

She is soft and nice but if she has to she will call her ikran to eat someone up.

You cant stay in the water for long so when ever you do go in she would make it fun for you. Fish would be swimming around you in seconds you enter the water. She wants you to be happy , to have a goot time with her.

But as much as she likes being in the water with you her favorite place is probably somewhere in the forest , laying in the grass just holding you in her arms. The forest will always be her favorite place( after you ofc). Sometimes you two would just lay there saying nothing as her face is buried inside your neck.

But now you might be asking how would she kiss me if you have a mask on? Well dont worry about that. She is Eywa herself that is no problem for her. At first she would kiss your mask where your cheeks or lips are but in some time she would need to feel her lips against yours. And so she did it. 5 seconds. Thats all you two get before you have to put your mask back on. 5 seconds of her lips on yours. But it was not enough for her so she found another way. Eather her finding a place where humans can actualy breath or doing her »magic« on you to make you able to breath. And when that would happen oh you poor thing.

You two probably havent had any other intimacy other then her lips on yours but now youll have to get used to more. She waited long enough for this and you will give it to her.

She wants to feel you and tast you so why would you even think of stoping her. She would start of as calm and slow but would end up being a mess. Male of female she would love to tease you. Before and after you two would have your time alone. I think she would be the top but if you want she would gladly switch. She is not a fan of people hearing you two. If they hear her sure why not but you? No your moans are only for her to hear.

All in all she would be by your side at all times after all your hers and hers only.

[whois-jess]

Can I request a Rhea x Fem! reader in which reader in which they go to do some horror mazes and reader acts brave to make Rhea who's insisting to have them all happy, but ends up getting scared? I used to like horror mazes (I watched them on YouTube because I live in Europe and we have only four or five horror mazes in my country, but some traumatized me and now I don't like them anymore xD)

Horror maze

Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

(Sorry this took so long to get done)

It was the start of October and many would know one of Rheas favorite time of the year, for months now she was talking about it and all the horror movies we can watch and she brought up a horror maze which she was thrilled about and wanted to go to so as my surprise/early birthday present i was taking her.

To me this maze looked and sounded like death but i knew Rhea would love it and thats what mattered to me. "Rhea hurry! We have to get going" i yelled to her as she was the one taking ages this time "damn baby girl i am ready" she chuckles walking around the corner "come on you will love it" i smile grabbing my car keys "will i now" she raised an eyebrow "yes you will" i smile back "maybe if you tell me i will know" i chuckled this time as she has been wanting to know since i told her i had a surprise "nice try love" i said kissing her cheek as we left the house getting in the car.

"Excited" i asked her "yeah i am can i have a clue?" She asks "fine, okay so its to go with Halloween and all that" i said turning left going on to the motorway "Halloween?" She questioned "yes" i smiled when a van cut in front me "bastard!" I yelled honking my horn "if you cant drive fuck off the road!" I yelled again and Rhea laughed "your funny y/n" her hand comes to my thigh patting it not moving her hand afterwards.

"Okay well are here!" I say as well pull into a car park, Rhea looks around beforw her face lights up "oh my god! Its the maze!" She says smiling "yep!" I smile back parking the car turning the engine off "i love you babe" she leans over kissing me "now shall we go in?" I say taking my belt off "uh yes!" Rhea quickly gets out making me laugh as she waits for me "dam girl calm" i say locking the car and she walks over pulling me close to her "your the best girlfriend ever" i smile at her words "i know" i kiss her nose before we walk to the entrance.

As well got closer it has signs says warning dont come closer and crime scene tape the normal 'scary stuff' "welcome you two" a man says dressed as a creepy zombie said "hello" Rhea said holding my hand "stay safe and have the scare of your life" the man said in a creepy way before we walked to the start of the maze "ready?" Rhea smiled "yeah lets just get it over with" i said as we walk in "dont be like that baby it wont be that bad" Rhea say as we take our first corner we turn to see a man dressed as a zombie which jumped scared me a bit "jeez who hides behind a corner" i say and Rhea giggles "he does its his job, looks like a dead end lets go left" she smiles taking my hand "y/n if you want we can go back" Rhea says i knew she was doing because i wasn't the biggest fan of horror mazes right now but she was loving it and i didn't want to ruin it "no baby it fun" i smile at her and she squeezes my hand "okay babe". We turn another corner to see two more zombies walking over "fuck sake".

"Rhea are we lost in a maze of creeps" i raise my eyebrow "Y/n its a maze not a straight line" she smiles kissing my cheek "yeah" we walk down a path and hear a sound "you hear that?" I ask "what sweetheart?" Rhea looks round at me "i think we are being followed" i say looking back "followed? Don't be silly no one is there" we kept walking when i hear something the corner behind us "Rhea there is someone there" my grip tightens on her hand "don't be silly Y/n your fine" my eyes stayed on where the sound came from when a woman in blood and too realistic makeup ran at us "Shit Rhea!" I jumped into Rheas arms "Fuck!" Rhea screamed as well and she runs a bit carring me.

When we got far enough she hugged me and we both laugh "shit that was scary" i laughed "yeah your reaction baby" Rhea chuckled we stood there me in Rheas arms for a bit "lets get out of here" She smiled and kisses me "yeah we have a lot more scares to go" i smiled at her "you got you big strong girlfriend to help you" Rhea jokes and i kiss her "what a hero" we both laugh again before continuing the maze and lets say it was a terrible night sleep but a lot of cuddles.

[i-cant-sing]

How do you're ocs treat Reader to a self care day?

Theodore is beating his chest with thunderous hands and opens his arms wide and that is your cue to fucking jump on him and let him cuddle you- cuddle the sadness, the depression, the fatigue OUT OF YOU. At least thats his idea of self care (that and shooting people... and breaking stuff... and causing chaos and destruction) but he'll compromise and do whatever you wanna do, as long as he gets to grumble and hold your hand (at least, he loves physical intimacy). Honestly, u can get him to agree anything u want if u just give him a kiss on the nose- and he will instantly melt. He will still complain, thats non negotiable.

Dimitri is a man of money. He will spend his entire account on you if it pleases you, and if retail therapy is your thing, girl u just hit the jackpot. Of course, hes down for seggsy times too, but thats really his idea of self care and if you wanna do something else, he can put his needs aside for now even though he promises you would've felt 100000 times better by the time he was done with you. But like i said, he's a rich guy, he will give u his credit cards and money if u wanna do something else. Hell, he's even rained them bills on you. "Do you want to jump on a pile of money, pchelka? Hm? I can arrange that for you, darling." (pchelka = little bee)

Eros... the golden boy, the charmer. He will literally sweep u off your feet with how sweet and caring he is omg he will actually drop everything he's doing the moment he hears you sigh out the wrong way. Like you take one breath way too deeply and he's right in front of you, holding your face ever so gently and asking you whats wrong. And you dont even need to tell him anything because he's just so darn smart and he can read you like an open book and thus, he knows what you need. He knows if its a "retail therapy" kinda day or "stay at home, do face masks and watch comfort movies" or "take long bubble baths together" kinda day. Please rant to him, he pays close attention to all of it and has the best and most appropriate reactions and... he just loves your voice. And the thing with Eros is that he doesnt just make it a self car day- no, its a self care days/week/months or however long HE deems that you need it. He's the best, i love him.

Magnus is... not the dude u wanna self care with. Like dont come to him and say "can i have some space/leave the house for a while because I desperately need some me time." because to him that means he needs to STEP TF UP and be there more for you as if u werent already tired of him breathing down your neck 24/7. "Hm, what did you say? You want some space? Oh but angel, that's not what you need. No, silly! God made us for each other, we're soulmates! And we need to be there for each other, in sickness and in health! Aww but I don't blame you for getting confused about what your body needs! Its what happens when you dont have a baby in you. And it has been a while since we had our last! I think its time for baby number 8! :D" And you best believe the cult members are glaring at you through the windows of your house, pointing their pitchforks at you to fucking follow your husband to the bedroom and let him put another baby in you or they will come in to help him do just that (and maybe beat u up a little when he's gone for baby shopping).

You say self care and Lucifer's mind goes to torturing souls and eternal damnation. But thats what he likes, and now that he likes you, he will let you express your preferences. I mean, personally he would kinda try to get u into adding more oil into the fire that burns souls, but he knows you dont like it when they scream... maybe he can pull their vocal cords out?? Hm, maybe. Lucifer allows u to do whatever you wanna do as long as you do it in hell/within the premises of his home(castle, really. Real edgy dark, satany theme going on). One time, you wanted someone to just hold u and since Lucifer is the only one who is allowed to touch you, you climbed into his lap and let him hold u for hours as he sat on his throne, and he swears he's never felt more content in his life than with you softly snoring in his arms and shuffling closer to him every now and then, with him carding a hand through your hair and kissing your soft cheeks.

[psychodani23]

Billy Loomis x Reader

A/n: Havent watched scream since i was a little girl but had an idea to write based off a dream i had and Billy seemed like the right fit. If you dont see billy as the right fit then you can either imagine a different slasher/character or request the same imagine but with a character of your choosing

Lately you havent been feeling like yourself you're overworked and just dont have any motivation to do anything like eat, drink, move out of bed. Unbeknowst to you, your best friend Billy Loomis has been really worried about you which everyone knows is out of character to him. Only Stu knows whats really wrong with you and he's been trying to get you to open up about your feelings to Billy but you know he doesnt feel the same way. Billy doesnt treat you the same way that you treat him and so far he's been really oblivious to all the hints you've thrown his way to try and hangout together alone. He always invites Stu to tag along and if Stu bails or says no Billy doesnt wanna be anywhere near you. You dont know what you've done to upset or offend Billy lately but it's really making you miserable and you're crying evrytime you try and feel better and see him hanging off some girl laughing and smiling and twirling their hair.

*knock knock knock* You're confused and get up to answer the door but you regret it as soon as you see Billy and Stu standing there in front of you. "What the hell are you two doing here?" you ask "well you werent answering your phone or replying to any of our texts so we decided to come over and check on you" Billy quetly says "Did you ever consider that maybe i just wanted to be alone? I'm not in the mood to have you two here right now please leave" "yeah thats not happening" Stu says "why not?" you ask him "Because Bily dragged my ass out of bed to ome here and im getting sick and tired of you two pining after one another now for the love of god either tell each other your feelings for one another or so help me i'll take everything you each hold dear and lock them away or burn them" Stu says

You and Billy look at each other in shock. Billy looks like he's gonna kill Stu then he looks at me softly. "He's right. I need to tell you how i feel about you. I'm in love with you and i've been scared to tell you because im afraid i'll mess it up and hurt you and i never want to do that" Billy tells you "Billy i love you too. To be honest i've been down in the dumps because i thought you didnt like me as a friend anymore. Everytime i asked you to hangout you'd always invite Stu along and the times that Stu didnt want to you'd never come over. I wanted to use that time to tell you how i feel and Stu always declined your invite because he knew what i was trying to do. He's been trying to get me to tell you i love you since i found out you were both ghostface" you tell him. Billy looks shocked at your confession then softly smiles. "i've loved you since you found out about us too. You never looked at us as monsters and always helped us in new ways to set up traps around the house so the kids we wanted to kill never got away and you were never afraid to get your hands dirty along with us" Billy confesses

You both look at each other and smile "FOR GODS SAKES KISS" Stu shouts. You both jump and laugh at Stu but do as he says. Billy softly touches you as if hes afraid you're not real. You close the gap between you and kiss him deeply. "Alright now thats all sorted lets order takeout and watch horror films all night" Stu says. He ruined the moment but you all couldnt care less. "Yes we havent done that in forever and you both owe me stu you owe me cuddles and food and you Billy owe me cuddles, kisses and a date" you say to them both. Stu opens his arms for a big cuddle and you dont hesitate to jump into them and tell him what you want to eat. You open your arms for Billy and he cuddles you too and you kiss him on the cheek "How about Friday i pick you up and take you somewhere special?" Billy asks. You smile and say "Yes" then you both share another kiss before settling back down on the couch and enjoying your night with your two favourite boys

A/n sorry if its rubbish. I just got back into writing I'll probably end up rewriting this at a later date