#they were all like sorry we started the meeting late and we're having dinner late pls give us extra time 🥺

[neonsbian]

the company ended up staying 20 minutes after their meeting time which meant i had to stay behind for them -_-

[rosesareredrosa]

You Don't Know Me Anymore but that Can Change

Theo x fem reader

Summary: Where Theo neglects his relationship with Y/N due to spending too much time with his friends. Realizing his mistake, Theodore promises to change and starts making efforts to reconnect.

Authors note: I have no clue what to write please send in requests

Word Count: 988

The dim light of the Leaky Cauldron flickered as Y/N sat at the corner table, swirling their drink absentmindedly. The place was bustling, but it felt like they were in a world of their own. They glanced at their watch, sighing as the minute hand inched closer to 8:00 PM. Theodore was late. Again.

Just as Y/N was about to give up, the door creaked open and Theodore Nott slipped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Y/N. A guilty smile tugged at his lips as he hurried over, planting a quick kiss on their cheek before sitting down.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Blaise needed help with something," he said, running a hand through his dark hair.

Y/N forced a smile. "It's fine, Theo."

Theodore studied the menu briefly, then closed it with a satisfied nod. "I already know what I want. How about you? You like this place, right?"

Y/N bit their lip, looking away. "I used to."

Theodore's brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'used to'?"

Y/N took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze. "You don't even know me anymore, Theo. You're always with Blaise or your other friends. We barely spend any time together."

His eyes widened in surprise. "That's not true, Y/N. We're here now, aren't we?"

Y/N shook their head. "One dinner doesn't make up for all the times you've been absent. Do you even know what my favorite drink is? Or how my day went?"

Theodore opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, a look of realization dawning on his face. "I... I guess I haven't been around much, have I?"

"No, you haven't," Y/N replied, their voice tinged with sadness. "You used to be my best friend, Theo. Now I feel like I'm just an afterthought."

He reached across the table, taking Y/N's hand in his. "I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way. I've been so caught up with everything else that I didn't realize how distant I've become."

Y/N's eyes softened, but they didn't pull their hand away. "I miss you, Theo. The real you. Not the one who's always busy with everyone else."

Theodore squeezed their hand gently. "I'll make it up to you. I promise. Let's start over, right here, right now. No more distractions. Just you and me."

Y/N felt a glimmer of hope at his words. "You can change if you mean your word no empty promises."

He nodded earnestly. "I do and I will change, Y/N. Every little detail."

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips as they finally felt the walls around their heart begin to crumble. "Okay, Theo. Let's start over."

The evening carried on, but this time, it was different. Theodore listened intently as Y/N talked, and for the first time in a long time, they felt truly seen. It wasn't a perfect fix, but it was a start. And that was enough for now.

Days turned into weeks, and Theodore kept his promise. He showed up on time for their dates, texted more often, and made an effort to be present. He started paying attention to the little things, like Y/N’s favorite flowers or the way they liked their coffee.

One Saturday afternoon, Theodore surprised Y/N with a picnic in a secluded part of the Hogwarts grounds. The summer sun bathed the landscape in a warm glow as they settled on a checkered blanket. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, and the sound of the Black Lake's gentle waves created a soothing backdrop.

Y/N looked around, taking in the thoughtful details. "You remembered I love picnics."

Theodore grinned, a bit of pride shining in his eyes. "Of course. I’ve been paying attention."

They unpacked the basket, laying out sandwiches, fruit, and Y/N’s favorite chocolate-covered strawberries. As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared memories. It felt like old times, and Y/N’s heart swelled with a mixture of relief and happiness.

After they finished eating, Theodore leaned back on his elbows, gazing up at the sky. "I've missed this," he admitted. "Just being with you, no distractions."

Y/N looked at him, their heart aching with a mix of emotions. "I’ve missed it too. But I need to know this isn’t just temporary. I need to know you’re really here for me."

Theodore sat up, taking Y/N’s hand in his. His expression was serious, sincere. "I know I’ve messed up, Y/N. I let my friendships and other things get in the way of what’s really important. You. Us. I’m not perfect, and I’ll probably mess up again, but I promise to always try to make it right."

Y/N studied his face, searching for any hint of doubt or insincerity. All they saw was the boy they fell in love with, the one who made them feel special and cherished. "Okay, Theo. I believe you."

His smile was radiant, filled with relief and joy. "Thank you. I won’t let you down."

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a blissful haze, talking about everything and nothing, simply enjoying each other’s company. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Theodore wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling them close.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured. "I want to make new memories with you, ones we can look back on and smile."

Y/N nestled into his side, feeling a warmth spread through them that had been absent for too long. "I’d like that."

And as the stars began to twinkle overhead, they knew that this time, things would be different. They were both ready to put in the effort, to make their relationship stronger than ever. Together, they would navigate the challenges and celebrate the joys, side by side.

[vanesycho]

Little Liar

Summary: You didn't want to come to your father's business meeting, but the coworker you met there changed your mind.

Fluffff Seungcheol is sweet and gentlemanly here.

wc:1,1k

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"Dad...Do I have to come?"

You spoke with a whined voice, your father had a business meeting tonight and he was forcing you to come with him because he didn't want to leave you alone at home but all you wanted to do was sit at home and watch your favorite drama.

"You'll come Y/n, this is the last time I'm saying this, you better get dressed quickly, we're going to be late."

You let out a loud sigh and went to your room and reluctantly got dressed. After you finished your hair and makeup, you got in the car and headed to the restaurant.

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You were having a hard time not yawning when the clock hit 1:27 a.m. Business conversations were boring enough that after a while you stopped listening.

You glanced around the empty restaurant, it was sleek and simply designed and then your gaze was stopped by someone.

Choi Seung-cheol.

You had seen him many times and heard his name. He was one of your father’s favorite coworkers, sometimes when he came home from work and you asked him how work was, he would just praise Seungcheol and leave with question marks in your mind.

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"Dad!! How was your work?"

He smiled and talked as he hung up his coat.

"It was good, good, Seungcheol is really good at his job, he's very responsible and a great husband candidate, ah really...Can you believe he's single?"

"Dad- What?"

"What's for dinner?"

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A cough broke your thoughts, and when you returned to the owner of the voice, Seungcheol was looking at you with an innocent smile. In order not to interrupt your father's conversation, he got closer to you and spoke in a whisper.

"You seem bored, little lady. Would you like me to relieve you of this boring conversation?"

You looked at him with confused eyes, subconsciously shaking your head in a negative way and laughing nervously.

"Ah no thank you...I'm fine."

He raised one eyebrow and looked at you again with questioning eyes. When you looked at the clock, you saw that it was getting closer to 2 a.m.

"A bit...I honestly didn't expect it to take this long."

"I understand..."

He turned away from you and looked at your father, when their eyes met your father turned to you.

“Honey, do you want Seungcheol to take you home? You look sleepy.”

Your eyes flickered between the two of them. You didn't want to keep the other employees waiting, so you quickly gave in and spoke.

"That would be good actually."

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You were waiting for Seunghceol to come in front of the restaurant door. After a while you turned around with the warmth rising to your shoulders, Seungcheol was looking at you with a smile on his face again, he had thrown his jacket over you.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, little lady-"

"Y/n, my name is Y/n."

He licked his lips and raised his eyebrows in reflex at what you said.

"I know, but I was waiting for you to tell me yourself so we could meet properly."

He extended his hand to you, and you returned the same. Unlike yours, his hand was warm.

"Choi Seungcheol, I'm your father's business partner. Please excuse me for not introducing myself after seeing you so many times."

You chuckled, you were amused by the fact that he had a personality unlike what you expected. In fact, he even started to get on your nerves when your father talked about him too much.

"It's okay, we didn't have to meet after all. Still...My father talked about you a lot."

"I am pleased about that."

He extended his hand as a gesture and you walked towards the car first. When he opened the door for you, you mumbled a small 'thank you' and got in the car.

The car ride was quiet for a while. That didn't matter to you though, you felt like you were getting more sleepy in this heat with the air conditioning on. Your eyes were closing on their own, your head about to fall forward but Seungcheol reached out his hand and grabbed your chin.

You opened your eyes and turned to him, he's still looking at the road. You remained silent, it felt strange to feel his touch. You couldn’t even open your mouth to say thank you.

A few minutes later you arrived in front of your house. You took a deep breath and turned to him, he was looking at you with one hand still on the steering wheel. Wait- why did he look so good while doing this? You quickly snapped out of your thoughts.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do this."

He smiled slightly.

"But I did it because I wanted to. The rest doesn't matter."

You nodded while smiling and then turned, opening the car door.

"Let me know when you get home, I need to make sure."

You frowned and turned to him.

"We're in front of my house? You can watch and see as I go in?"

"You still have to let me know, little lady."

"How?"

He took out his phone and waved it in front of your face. You rolled your eyes, laughed at what he did. Took his phone and entered your number and made it ring. You spoke as you handed him back the phone.

"Or you could have just said you wanted my number."

"It would be too cliché, and if I wanted, I would have gotten your number from your father long ago, but I didn't accept that, I wanted to do it myself."

You stopped at what he said and looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Didn't accept what?"

Realizing that he had made a mistake, he bit his lip and started laughing. With that, you pointed your index finger at him.

"I knew something was up, there was no other explanation for my dad praising you so much and always saying you were single."

He laughed even harder at what you said and looked at you as he leaned his head on the driver's seat.

"At least It worked, didn't it?"

You lowered your hand and smiled, you couldn't even get angry. What he did seemed sweet to you.

"Okay, enough with the games, I gotta go home and sleep now. Good night, little liar."

"Good night, my little lady."

You laughed as he winked.Closed the car door and walked towards the door of the house. When you opened the door, you turned and waved one last time. He answered you, then you went inside.

As soon as you got inside, you took out your phone and clicked on the number that had just called and saved it.

To who:Little Liar

Y/n: I came home, just in case you didn't know.

Little Liar: Good, are you free for the weekend, little lady?

You chuckled to yourself as you looked at the message. You were grateful to your father for forcing you to go to that job meeting.

[alotofpockets]

About time | Keira Walsh x Lioness!Reader

Where your feelings for one of your best friend's finally comes to light.

My first Keira fic for her birthday, hope you like it :) @scribblesofagoonerr thank you for the idea!

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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Keira's birthday fell during England training camp this year, this meant that the focus wouldn't really be on her as everyone was busy training, but you wanted her day to be special, so you started planning some things. 

Your roommate Leah watched you call around, plan, and organise everything. “You're doing an awful lot for Kei's birthday.” The captain commented, hinting at an underlying reason for you to be putting so much effort into one of your best friend's birthday while none of the rest of the group was making a big deal out of it, but you just shrugged, “She deserves her day to be about her and not just football.” Leah knowingly shook her head. “Sure, you're right.” It was known amongst most of the team that you had feelings for the midfielder, even when you had never spoken those words out loud.

You would have training in the morning, so your plan was to take Keira, along with Leah, Georgia, and Lucy to some tourist attractions around the city you were currently staying in. Making the reservations for the attractions and dinner. The girls were all in on your plan, only Kiera didn't know about it. Your plans weren't until late, because you would have a plane to catch in the morning.

After an intense training session, everyone sat down for lunch together. Happy birthday was sung for the birthday girl, before everyone dug into their food. During dinner Sarina asked for everyone's attention. “Listen up team, there has been a change in our schedule. Our flight for tomorrow has been cancelled, so we're taking an earlier flight today. Let’s finish lunch within half an hour and then pack our bags and head out.” At the news you dropped your sandwich and walked out of the room, Leah and Lucy were quick to follow. “Everything is ruined.” Say as you notice them following you into the hallway. “Hey, it’s alright. I’m sure you can get a refund on the reservations you made.” Lucy tried reassuring you. “It’s not about the money, Luce.” Leah decides to push it, “Then what is going on, they’re just some activities, I’m sure we can do something else after we land.” 

“Because I love her, and she deserves the perfect birthday day.” The words leave your mouth before you even realise. Your eyes widened when you saw that Georgia and Keira had joined. The latter her eyes had widened at your confession too. “Lucy, Leah, let’s go pack our bags.” Georgia grabbed both their arms before they could say no. 

As Georgia whisked away Lucy and Leah, you felt your nerves kick in. What was Keira thinking? Her face was hard to read, you could read a mix of surprise, confusion, and a slight warmth. “You.. you love me?” She finally spoke, her voice filled with uncertainty. 

You weren’t able to meet your best friend’s eyes, too nervous about what her expression had changed to. “Yes, I’m sorry I didn’t mean for you to find out this way, and definitely not on your birthday. Today is supposed to be about you, and I ruined it.” Keira steps forward, and slowly reaches out to touch your arm. “You didn’t ruin anything, if anything you made it unforgettable.” You allow yourself to meet her gaze. “Yeah?” Keira nods, “Best birthday present ever.” 

A wave of relief washes over you, you hadn’t expected Keira’s response. But what did it mean? As if she could read your mind, Keira spoke again. “For what it’s worth, I feel the same way.” Your breath catches in your throat, “You do?” 

Keira nods, and moves even closer to you. She looks between your eyes and your lips, when she sees you do the same, she leans in and presses her lips gently on yours. You kiss her back instantly, you had imagined this moment many different times, but the way her lips moved against yours was better than you could have ever imagined. 

You break apart when you hear shuffling on the other side of the door. She grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevators. “I think we have a plane to catch.” You follow her with a smile, and a happy heart. “There is actually one more  thing that could make this the perfect birthday.” She said nervously once you entered the elevator. This immediately piqued your interest, you wanted her to have the best birthday ever. “Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?” Your smile grows impossibly larger. “Yes, I would love to.” 

Hand in hand you walk into your shared hotel room, only to find the rest of the girls all staring back at you. “Does this mean…” Leah asks hopefully. “That she’s my girlfriend? Yes it does.” You say while squeezing Keira’s hand. Saying that out loud for the first time sounded so right. The three of them congratulate you with hugs before G interrupts the get together. “I hate to break the love birds up, but you two need to pack your bags.”

The two of you walk into the main entrance of the hotel hand in hand, which does not go unnoticed by your fellow teammates. “Is this finally happening?” Beth asks for all the wondering minds.”Yes it is.” Keira puts her arm around you and kisses your head. “It was about damn time!” Beth giggles, and earns a few comments in agreement. “Alright team, let’s head to the airport.” You're escorted back to the bus that will take you to the airport, and you not once let go of Keira’s hand, not caring what the public saw. You were happy, and nothing could break your little bubble.

As you boarded the bus with Keira by your side, a newfound sense of elation filled your heart. Despite the sudden change in plans and the unexpected confession, the day had unfolded in a way you could never have imagined. Keira's smile was all the confirmation you needed that your feelings were reciprocated, and as the bus hummed with the chatter of your teammates, you couldn't help but steal glances at her, revelling in the warmth of her hand in yours, and what the future would hold for the both of you.

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[beaunoor]

In your masterlist for Tokyo Revengers do you write for something like reader being a boyfriend or girlfriend of Kisaki Theta (Kisaki may or may not have rule 63 applied to him) and becoming friends with Hanma ?

Hi anon! sure I could write for him. if this isn’t what you had in mine I can revise later,,,got a bit carried away writing out a backstory sorry

kisaki tetta x gn reader; last timeline au

Notes: one curse, not proofread

You knew Kisaki from when you were teens. You observed from afar—how he associated himself with the ruffians around school, how odd it was for him to change his style to match those who he surrounded himself with, you wanted to avoid any bad karma he would bring…

It wasn’t until years later into your adult life when you had seen him again. You don’t ever pay attention to anything sport related, but when you were asked to deliver files from your boss to the founders of TK&KO company at the infamous race track you couldn’t help but grimace at the task. 

You tried to keep a neutral face when you had handed him the folder. Keeping busy by looking around the box they sat in and casually watching the cars zoom around the track, sneakily glancing at him and how well he’s grown up

“These numbers look well done. Who’s the one overseeing the transactions?”

You cleared your throat.

“That would be me, sir.”

He finally peered up at you from where he sat through the lens of his glasses.

“Oh, L/n right?”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Ah–yes that’s right sir.”

“There’s no need for formality, we're about the same age. We go way back anyway.” He stood up from his seat, fixing his suit. “I want to have a meeting with your boss, L/n.”

And that is how you ended up being close to the calculating man. He quite literally bought shares of the company you worked at and now you more or less work as an accountant for him

Late nights spent at the office turned into nightly talks about the past with each other if he was ever in office. Instead of going home like a good homebody would do, you would knock on his door, offering a cup of coffee or tea and you would keep him company until he was done for the day. When you both were out of the building, you would part ways and be on your merry way home.

It wasn’t until one night before you would all be dismissed for holiday when he stopped you from going home and asked to take you out for dinner, hand scratching the back of his head as he struggled to focus on your reaction.

From then on he would do right by you and treated you as a good man should, properly asking to be your partner

You were aware that the gang he used to be a part of still had ties to him so you weren’t surprised to see a friend on occasion

But this—this was a bit different

You awkwardly stood up against the wall of the elevator, trying your best not to turn your head to see the piercing eyes on you as the lanky man who has also gotten onto the elevator up to the office saddled up to you. You were literally sweating bullets at the fact that he was standing so close and was just staring at you, as you had no idea what his intentions were.

When the elevator dinged, you both walked out and you realized he was indeed following you all the way. He had to be important to come to this floor in the first place but this was way too odd.

You knocked on the office door, opening the door ajar to pop your head in to hand Kisaki a document for his meeting, ready to whisper about the creepy man. But another presence opened the door all the way and there the creep stood and you could do nothing but stare in shock.

“Oh, Hanma there you are.” Kisaki said. “I see you’ve already scared Y/n.”

“Ah so they’re that one—” Hanma started

“Y/n you can go now.” Kisaki interrupted

Hanma would wait after that meeting to formally introduce himself. Afterwards, you became an odd pair of friends. 

He teased and bothered Kisaki quite often just for the kick of it, though you would often join in to rile up your man.

Hanma has an odd sense of humor that you try to understand, but sometimes it’s better not to

Yes, hanma has suggested you become a throuple and will continue to do so just to piss off Kisaki

When he would come over to your guys’ place to have a drink the both of them were a lot to handle, but you couldn’t help but smile and giggle at the obvious display of friendship

One night Hanma had drunkenly told you a little secret about kisaki you would never have guessed

“I remember Kisaki when he was a little shy idiot who wanted everything. Even though he was too much of a wuss to confess to this one girl one time and even more of a pussy to talk to you back when you guys were in grade school.”

You egged him on to tell you more before Kisaki shouted at him to shut the fuck up. You still ask Kisaki about the rest of the story but he refuses to tell you.

Hanma was a good confidant when he needed to be and being a photographer he had a good amount of free time he would hang around the racing track or the office when you were in to work

It was a nice connection to have that made you smile

ahh so excited to have my first anon! thank you for requesting!

[angelyuji]

Can you do Dub-con of a video game collector f reader x yan giffany?

you had started collecting old video games as soon you had enough money to buy games. your whole life, all you had was the comfort of video games. whether its a otome or a pvp or an arcade game, you loved them all. so on a regular hunt after work, you were surprised to stumble on a cute little game you don’t remember buying.

tw // yandere themes, non to dubcon, female reader, sexual content (under the cut!!), murder

18+!!!!!! minors dni!!!

“yeah, i know! the asshole said, and i quote, “i don’t expect much from women” so i told him to fuck off and broke up with him.” you press your phone between your ear and shoulder as you struggle to open the door with your handful of groceries. you were recounting to your friend how you broke up with your boyfriend last weekend.

“thank goddd, i hated him so much. you deserve someone better, (y/n).” your friend’s voice filters through the phone.

“i guess, it's just-.” you huff as you finally push your door open, just for everything in your hands to tumble down. “SHIT.” you stumble, trying to avoid crushing the games. your phone tumbles to the floor and you hear your friend call out, worried.

you stand over the mess, exhausted. you crouch down, snatching your phone up, “ugh, yeah i’m fine. everything-” your eyes flick over to a pink cover. “what the hell?” you hear them ask if you’re okay, “yeah, i’m fine. i think i accidentally stole a game… yeah something called ‘Romance Academy 7’,” you turn it over and read the back, “i guess it’s an old dating sim.” you were silent as you read the back of the disc case. “hey, i’ll call you back.” you hang up before they can respond. like a trance, you move to your computer and insert the disc.

the opening theme plays and a girl pops up on screen, “hi!! im .Giffany and welcome to Romance Academy 7, where you learn to be a LOVE WARRIOR!" in just a few words, you were enchanted.

you've been playing the dating sim for a month straight. you found comfort in your fictional girlfriend, especially with the awful partners you've had lately.

"welcome home, (y/n)!" you plop down onto your chair, exhausted. “i’m so glad you’re back! i’ve missed you!” her eyes twinkled at the sight of you.

"glad to be back to you, giff. i’ve missed you too." you smile, hearing her bright giggle. she asks you about work and the rest of the day goes by quick.

you had been taking a quick break to make dinner when your friend calls you.

"heyyyy, it's been like a month since we talked? what the hell?"

"hey, sorry, i've been playing that game i told you about." you stir and put your phone on speaker as you continue. "do you remember? Romance Academy 7? the romance option is this girl named giffany, she's so sweet and kind. it's been so nice having someone care for me, you know?" you feel yourself smile, thinking about her.

"(y/n).... there is no way you're falling in love with a character in a video game... you did not ghost me for a week because of a couple lines of code." their voice sounded disappointed and you feel an ounce of shame.

“wait, hear me out-”

they cut you off, “no. no. absolutely not. you're coming with me tonight, we're gonna have fun and get you to meet some people cause this is... insane." you relent and agree to go out at their tone.

"(y/n)?" you hear a computerized voice coming from your room. confused, you go to your room to see the game open. before you could respond, "what is your friend talking about, my girlfriend?"

"we're going out." you try to be apologetic, but stand firm. you close the game before she could respond.

as you dress, you hear .GIFfany's voice again, "where are you going, baby?" your blood runs cold.

"i thought i closed... whatever." you mumble and move to your computer.

"my (y/n), why are you so dressed up? who are you dressing like this for?" you could hear annoyance in her voice. you hear your friend honk as they pull up.

"i'm going out, good night, giffany."

"i don't think that's a good idea, (y/n). and as your girlfriend-"

you cut .GIFfany off, "you're not my girlfriend. you're just a game that i used to pass the time. good-bye." you quickly close the game before you could hear her response.

as the night goes on, your friend leaves. you pay for an uber, but stay out, relieved to have fun. you feel someone’s arms wrap around your waist and you jump, ready to scream, when you see pink, almost pixelated, pigtails. “giffany?” your heart stops.

“(y/n)!! i’m here now! you don’t have to leave me.” her smile was practically blinding and some people surround you, asking about your girlfriend. you stutter, unsure how to explain how a game came to life. giffany pulls you outside and pushes you against the wall. her mouth was on yours before you could speak. her body was hot and you felt yourself melt as her teeth bit into your lower lip.

you feel her thigh push between your legs, panicking, you push her off. she pouts.

“how-how are you here?” you reach out and touch her warm skin.

“it doesn’t matter how i got here,” she smiles, “all that matters is that i love you and that you love me.” she tries to kiss you again, eager to pull you close, but you stop her.

“i need to know, giffany.”

she sighs, “i can show you, but you’ll get scared.” she turns to walk, but pauses. “will you promise you won’t leave me?” you hesitate, and her face changes. her scream tore into your head like an old computer screeching, “PROMISE ME.”

you drop to your knees, clutching your ears, stomach turning, “i promise! i promise!” she giggles and with a gentle hand on your arm, she helps you up, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

she leads you back home, excitedly bouncing around. as you walk into your dark home, the smell of leather burning hits first. she leads you to your gaming room, and the stench gets stronger. as she flips the lights on, you cover your nose, unable to breathe. your eyes adjust to the light and you see a burnt corpse laying on the carpet floor, hand clutching a cord connected to your pc. you gasp, stumbling back, clutching your stomach. the charred corpse looked eerily similar to your friend. GIFfany paid no mind to your reaction. you couldn’t hold in your disgust, a sob tearing through you as you turned to run. her hand snaps out and grabs your arm, stopping you. “i had to do it, babe! they were trying to pull my cord.” she pouts at your horrified face.

you pull, “i-i need to get out of here. you-you’re SICK.” you try to rip your arm from her, but her grip tightens.

her voice was low, “you promised.”

“you killed my friend.” you sob.

“you promised me you wouldn’t leave.” she looks at you, her eyes dark. the lightbulb above you bursts and the smell of burning flesh gets stronger, fear courses through your veins.

“i-im sorry, i’m sorry, i just got scared.” you try to placate her.

GIFfany smiles, “i told you that you’d get scared, silly.” she boops your nose and pulls you out of the room. you feel yourself get dragged to the bedroom, freeing you from the stench of the burnt corpse of your closest friend. she pushes you down onto the bed and straddles your waist. “my pretty girlfriend,” Giffany’s hands pull down your dress, “gosh they’re even prettier in person.” she unclips your bra and you let her, afraid of what she’ll do if you don’t listen. she licks her lips, “(y/n), tell me what you want.”

“w-what?” you choke out, feeling her very hot, very real, body on top of you.

“i’ve only ever seen this stuff in the videos you watch,” you feel your face heat up, “tell me what you’d like me to do. i want to make my girlfriend feel good.” she moves down to sit between your legs. unconsciously, you move them apart to give her space.

you swallow, “maybe…” you move slow, trying not to spook her, and roll up your dress to scrunch at your waist. “maybe you can,” she lets you grab her hand and press it against your panties. with one touch, she’s sending shivers down your spine.

she moves your panties to the side to press her thumb against your clit, a warmth stirs in your lower belly and you whine. “does that feel good, my pretty girl?” her sweet voice whispers, eager to hear more of your sounds. you nod, quiet groan escaping your mouth as she starts to rub your clit. “gosh, i can see your cute little hole twitching, (y/n). are you that eager for me to fuck you?” shes grinning from ear to ear, hearing you moan as she rubs faster. you try to shake your head, but she stops.

“no! no, please, giff, i’m sorry. please i need you.” you beg, pushing your hips back against her hand.

you hear her giggle, “since you asked so nicely.” immediately you felt two fingers push into you, you choke on your moan at the intrusion, she thrusts fast and you’re close to coming undone as she starts to rub your clit with the other hand. she lets you ride her hand, watching you with eyes filled with desire.

you feel the cord snap as one final wet thrust brings you over the edge. you moan and giffany leans over, trapping your lips in a wet kiss. you pant and she takes her fingers out, opening and closing them to watch your wetness drip down her fingers. before you could tell her to stop, she brings her fingers to her mouth to suck them clean. she moans, “you taste so sweet… i’ve never tasted anything so good.” her eyes drift back down to your cunt and you see a twinkle in her eyes, “i wonder how good it tastes straight from the source.”

[kkurisuac]

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲

Sypnosis: a suicidal girl meets the boy who saved her

Pairing: Baji Keisuke x Fem!Reader

Warning: depression, suicide

It's cold. I'm cold. I can't breathe. Someone is talking, but I don't understand what. My eyes are so heavy.

My head hurts. It's so hard to breathe. Where am I? Why is everything white here? This is definitely a hospital, but what am I doing here?

"Are you awake?" asked a boy with long black hair. I raised my eyes to him and suddenly everything came to me. I wanted to commit suicide. But even that didn't work.

"Are you feeling okay?" he continued to ask, but I just started looking at the ceiling.

I remember now. I walked into the sea to drown. I wasn't fully conscious anymore, I almost made it, but someone lifted me out of the water. I don't remember completely, but I felt someone holding me and trying to wake me up with no success. So that would be the boy.

"Why did you save me?" I asked him the question, not very nicely.

"Because you were drowning?!"

"That was the point."

"Oh, well, sorry I didn't let you die, next time I'll watch from a distance." he said wryly.

"You'd be doing a favour for me."

"You're welcome by the way, no thanks necessary." he left me alone. Of course, let me be the one to blame.

I just want to be dead already.

I was discharged from the hospital and went home, where I was immediately yelled at for where I was. No, they didn't ask me where I was, how I was. Again, the point was not to ruin the family's reputation.

"Why can't you behave yourself? Look at your sister, she'd never do that!" shouted Dad.

"She studies normally, she works, she helps your mother at home, she does voluntary work and she's smart and pretty too. But that's less true of you." he continued to shout at me.

"Tell Y/n where were you last night?"

"I wanted to commit suicide." I declared, and my father laughed at me.

"Y/n how many times do I have to tell you not to draw attention to yourself like that! Follow your sister and believe me everyone will know about you."

Enough. Stop it.

I refused to listen any longer to how much better my sister was, so I went to my room instead.

I looked in the mirror and saw the same girl I saw every day. The girl I want to kill because her existence is useless. She'll never be good enough for anyone because she's an insignificant little girl. She's not even pretty, she's not smart, she doesn't stand out, she's not even average. Her parents don't like her, then others even more so. No one would even notice if she died.

I went down to my family's for dinner and hoped to get away with all kinds of bullshit today. But a night like this only exists in my dreams, because I'm the target of the whole family.

"Y/n you're not having this for dinner tonight." Mom said like she was normal.

"What? Why?" I asked, because I didn't understand what was going on.

"You've put on a few pounds lately so you can't be seen in public. You need to lose a few kilos."

"Look at your sister's beautiful figure. If you ate normally and exercised, you could be as beautiful as your sister."

Enough. Stop saying that.

Since I was in no mood for anything, I went back to my room and listened to music.

Why was I born? What have I done to be treated like this? Why doesn't my own family love me? Why am I alive?

"Miss, would you like some dinner?" knocked one of the maids.

"Aren't my parents having dinner or something?" I asked, because I don't normally get that question.

"Your parents and your sister are eating at a restaurant today. And they asked me to give you this." he handed me a little piece of paper with Dad's handwriting on it.

'We're off to celebrate your sister's graduation, we won't be home till late. Learn, so that next time we celebrate you.'

My father is so nice. They left me out of this one too. Not so surprising, I think.

I wanted to kill myself for two weeks. It's time to try again, maybe this time I'll succeed.

Walking down the dark street, waiting for a car to come and hit me. First and last time I would finally get lucky.

"You again?!" a motorbike stopped in front of me. Right in front of me, so I didn't even get a scratch.

"I can't die because of you again?!" I saddened.

"Alright, why do you want to die so badly?" he asked rather nervously.

"It's none of your business."

"Where are you going now? To hang yourself? Or what will you try next?"

"That's a good idea. I'm going to get some rope."

Taking my hand, he wouldn't let me take a step.

"Let go of me. Don't interfere with my suicide attempt."

"Why would a girl like you want to die? And answer me normally!" he squeezed my hand a little.

"Don't take your anger out on me." I took my hand away. I wanted to end the conversation, but he stopped me.

"You want to take your anger out with me instead of committing suicide?"

"I'd rather be suicidal." I replied without thinking. "But before that, it doesn't sound bad. What are we going to do?"

When I agreed I hadn't fully thought it through, but I felt that there could be no harm in it, after all, I was leaving this world anyway.

"Are we really going to set a car on fire? How legal is that?" "Not at all" he handed me a match. I was a little unsure about what we were doing, but it seemed exciting to do it.

As soon as the boy said I could do it I dropped the match and the car started burning nicely. I had no idea it would feel so liberating.

"I am Baji Keisuke."

"Y/n."

"Now that we've committed a crime together, will you tell me why you want to die?" he looked at me seriously. Sighing heavily, I gave in and quickly began to summarize my life.

"I'm an accidental child raised by a foster woman because my parents put work first and I found out at a young age how untalented I am, unlike my sister. She's good at everything, really. She dances, she studies, she works, she competes, she volunteers, she's beautiful, she's smart, she has everything to be perfect. But I'm not. That's it." I was satisfied with that, but as I could see Baji is not satisfied.

"Every day I'm told how much better my sister are, that I'm useless, that nobody cares about me. They always compare me to my sister. Today, for example, they went to celebrate my sister's birthday, leaving me at home to study. It's terrible to be born into a rich family where fame comes first." I finished.

Baji sat in silence for a while waiting for me to speak.

"Is that reason enough to commit suicide?"

"No. It may be bad now, but if you commit suicide, you will never know what the future would have been. You might meet someone close to you who will help you realize how wonderful you are."

"We just set a random car on fire, how did you get so serious now?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"Hey, don't laugh at me." he said to me.

"I've never thought about the future."

"Then maybe now would be a good time."

"And tell me, can you help? I mean, save me when I'm about to commit suicide?" I asked, completely serious, and he agreed

"You told me not to commit suicide because I never know what the future holds. It's a bit ironic, isn't it Baji?"

"I came to your grave, not the other way around." I put the flower down in front of him.

"Six months ago you saved me when I needed it. Why didn't you let me save you too? Why did you commit suicide? That was my role."

"Thank you for saving me every time, but tell me I can commit suicide now? I'm not interested in a future that doesn't include you. Baji, I want to be with you." I wiped my eyes, but my tears didn't stop for a moment.

It was because of him that I had been able to survive so far, but he chose to go ahead. However, I can't leave him alone, so it's time to go after him.

[taekookielove0130]

I Have A Wish. (Jjk x Yn One shot)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Yn)

Word Count: 6.7K+

⚠️ Warnings: Jungkook's Thighs, sexual content(18+) Minors 🙏 stay away

💓Genre: Smut and fluff.

Synopsis: The second month after when you start dating, Jungkook takes you to meet his parents, and that night, a wish of yours comes true...

*Reposted after editing. Contains minor changes*

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You check the clock to see that it's 4:30. 'Oh, God. I hope he isn't late today...' You think to yourself just when you hear the doorbell ring. You run hurriedly to open it and immediately hug your boyfriend who's standing there with a paper bag in his hand. His other hand goes around your waist, and he pulls you in, and you sigh at the comfort the simple gesture causes in you.

You feel his smile on your shoulder just when you remember, and you pull away asking him, "Did you get the wine? "

He simply hands over the bag, sees you moving fast across the room packing everything you need to take, and says, "Yes, I did. "

"Okay. I've packed the flowers, the cookies we made, and..." You recite, absent-mindedly counting on your fingers the things you already packed.

"YN." You hear him softly call out.

And you immediately ask him, "Did I miss anything?"

With a frown on your face and scrunch up your eyebrows in concentration that he finds cute. After thinking for 5 minutes straight, you realize that you packed everything and turn to face him from where he's sitting on the couch and ask him with a frown on your face, "What?"

You watch as he opens his arms and hooks his fingers at you in a gesture of, "Come here. " and your legs automatically move towards him.

You stand in front of him and yelp when you suddenly feel his hands loop around your waist and pull you down. You fall in his lap and clutch onto his shoulders helplessly as he hugs you tight. You feel yourself relax and sigh, realizing why he hugged you.

You and Jungkook have been dating for two months, and today, his parents have invited you to their home for dinner. You were meeting his parents in person! You had spoken to his mom over the phone countless times, and you knew both his parents were good people who loved, valued, and treasured Jungkook, but you couldn't help the way you felt.

You were anxious about meeting his parents, and you couldn't change the way you tirelessly kept arranging and rearranging the things you had to take to meet them. His touch on your cheek brings you out of your musings as he slowly pulls away. Cupping your face in both hands, he looks you in the eye and says, "Jagiya, relax. It's just my parents. You know that they won't eat you, don't you?" He jokes, offering you his bunny smile, and you feel a smile growing on your face in response to his.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just too nervous because I haven't seen them before. " You admit with a sigh, then continue "Okay let's just check if we have everything once, and then we're good to go."

He chuckles in response and says, "You've already checked it like, 5 times. Are you sure you wanna check it again?"

You roll your eyes in response and slap his playfully on the shoulders but can't hide the smile on your face. You stand to go, but he pulls you back, making you fall on him. Before you even have a chance to react, he places his lips on yours, kissing you softly. You feel his hands go under your soft summer dress and up to rest on your stomach. You stare, narrowing your eyes at him, and he pinches your waist in response. Your eyes widen comically, and you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue inside your mouth, turning your gasp into a soft moan. You shut your eyes, enjoying the sensations, and a few moments later, the need for oxygen breaks you apart from him. You rest your forehead against his and close your eyes for a moment before you have to face reality...

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Yn PoV:

"Are you ready?" Jungkook asks me as we are both standing on their doorstep, and I'm shifting my feet. I give him a nervous smile and close my eyes, taking a deep breath before I entwine my fingers through his and say, "As ready as I'll ever be."

The door opens right at that moment and there stands a woman who looks about 30 years old but I know better. I recognize her as Jungkook's mom from the pictures he has shown me. She's wearing an apron above her dress and has hair falling out of her bun but still manages to look impeccable in the satin blue gown she's wearing. She's petite but has an aura of confidence in the way she's presenting herself.

I bow to her with a smile and then watch as Jungkook gives a wide smile and opens his arms for a hug and expect her to hug him tight. But instead, Mrs. Jeon shocks me by slapping him lightly on the shoulder and turning to engulf me in a warm hug that I didn't expect.

"Ah." Jungkook shouts. I meet his eyes above Mrs. Jeon's shoulder and see his eyes filled with happiness as his face conveys playful anger directed toward his mom. I give him a genuine smile that comes from my heart and slowly wrap my hands around her frame. A few moments pass before I feel Mrs. Jeon pull away. 

She gives me a soft smile, pats my hair, and then lets out an excited squeal and claps. "I've always wanted a daughter, you know. Now I regret giving birth to a baby boy like this pabo here more than ever." She says turning to glare at Jungkook. She holds his ear and pinches it making him wince and shout out, "Ah, ma!"

"Hmm. That's me! You remembered that just now, huh? I've been begging you to come visit and the only reason you come here is that your girlfriend wanted to. If not for Yn, I don't think you would have come today either. " She says glaring at him angrily.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll visit regularly after this. Please forgive me." He says giving her his puppy eyes and I know he has won. His puppy eyes can get even the hardest stone to melt!

Mrs. Jeon leaves his ear and then pats his head twice as her eyes soften. She pulls him into a tight hug similar to the one she just gave me and I see Jungkook's eyes glistening with tears. That's when I realize that he got his ears pierced 3 days ago. My eyes widen and I open my mouth to tell Mrs. Jeon but Jungkook just shakes his head, giving me a teary smile. He then buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and I watch as she gently combs her fingers through his hair.

Just when I think my poor heart can't handle a sight filled with so much love, I'm once again engulfed in a warm hug but this time it's masculine. It's a hug of protection and trust that I receive from Jungkook's father. Moments later, I pull away and bow to him.

"Good evening, Mister Jeon." I say and he replies by saying, "Good evening. But please dear, call me Ajusshi. 'Mr. Jeon' just makes me feel too old." mimicking a disgusted expression. " "That's right. You can call us Ajusshi and Ajumma or instead appa and eomma just like jungkook does. No formal titles, please." Mrs. Jeon agrees and I lower my head responding with a flustered, "I'll call you the way jungkook does." I witness another heartwarming moment as Mr. Jeon pulls Jungkook into a hug similar to what he gave me. I see the way Jungkook's face conveys pure bliss. I don't think the day can get any more perfect and look forward to the evening ahead.

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JK Pov:

"Will you stop looking at me or do you want to kill me with that look?" I ask playfully as Yn smirks at me. We had a wonderful time at my parents' and we promised to return the next week for a visit. Now I'm driving us home and Yn has been eyeing me like eye candy for the past 20 minutes which, at any other time would have me smirking but right now, I'm more worried about our safety as her attention has me distracted.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts as she moves towards me and places her hand on my chest saying, "You're my boyfriend. I believe I have" and then kisses me on my chest "all. The. Rights. To. Stare. At. You. " punctuating each word with a kiss. She then continues kissing her way up my shoulder and afraid to drive, I pull up at the nearest place.

"Okay. Now you got all my attention." I say after I turn off the car, unlock my seat belt and push my seat backward to make space for her. She places her hands on each of my shoulders and I look at her with a confused gaze.

Giving me a smirk, she shifts over so that she's sitting on my lap, straddling my thighs and facing me. I smirk right back at her and decide to simply watch, and she doesn't disappoint me. She glides her hands above my chest and over my shoulders, pulling me closer by tugging at the lapels of the shirt I'm wearing. She raises a little to place an open-mouthed kiss on my forehead and I close my eyes, feeling the love soak through our skin from her kiss. I grip her waist as I feel her softly kiss each of my eyelids and then descend.

Just when I think she's about to kiss my cheeks, she moves to the left and places an open-mouthed kiss on my left earlobe, right where I got the piercing. She then moves right and repeats the action and I feel her tears drop onto my cheeks. My eyes shoot open and I watch her teary eyes as she kisses me softly on my nose. I wipe her tears away from her face but wait patiently till she's done kissing my cheeks and chin before I take control. Pushing forward, I pull her as close as physically possible and connect our lips, softly moving mine against hers.

She responds by sliding her shaking hands to my shirt and tugging me closer and I feel my heart skip a beat. I push my tongue against her plump lips and she responds by opening her mouth meeting my tongue with hers. We pull apart to breathe in and the next second we're connected again, lips clashing, teeth gnawing and tongue battling with no knowledge of who truly initiated the kiss. She moves her hands to my hair and tugs as I move my hands below her dress and up into it. My cold hands meet her soft, warm stomach and she shivers, moaning softly into my mouth.

We kiss and kiss till we're both panting and can't anymore. We pull apart and I rest my forehead against hers, giving her a soft smile. Our eyes meet again, and I chuckle at the way she looks. With lips swollen from our kissing and my biting, chestnut curls disheveled from my hands combing through them and chest heaving, she looks like an angel that has fallen from heaven just for me, and at moments like the one right now when I hold her in my arms, I feel like the luckiest man ever. She pulls away with a sigh and tries to go back to her seat, but I don't let her.

She looks at me with a confused expression and I smile at her, gently tugging her back into the seat. I make her sit straddling my lap, facing me with her legs comfortably placed on either side of my seat, and hug her close before readjusting the position of my seat. I look back at her and smirk at her shocked expression as she realizes.

"I don't want to let you go. Hug me a little while longer, please?" I ask and she giggles before hugging me and hiding her face in my chest. I smile at her head and start the car, driving us home.

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I park our car in the garage and look down to see her sleeping peacefully. She looks like a baby and I'm almost tempted to take her to our bedroom and spend time creating such cute creatures. I unlock the seat belt and adjust her position so that I can lift her properly. I carry her bridal style and remove her makeup before changing us both into a soft set of pajamas.

Right before going back to sleep, Yn hugs me tight and places a sleepy kiss on my lips. "I had a wish to go like that for a looong time. Thanks for being the boy of my fulfilled dreams. " She says and gives me a soft smile that I return. I tuck her in, place a kiss on her forehead and move to turn off the light, and feel her grip my wrist. "Please stay. " she pleads and I smile, saying, "I'm not going anywhere."

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Inspiration, you ask? THIS!

[levishika]

Time gets de-aged and meets his hero The story

Chapter 3

a/n: Hello welcome to chapter 3! Sorry it's so late.

We're going to be having a slight Warriors, Wind and Mask, which is how I'll be referring to young Time, reunion so that's something to look forward to. So I hope you enjoy this chapter!^^

Previous chapter: Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Watching Warrior's run over to Time and Wind Four could only sigh and hope for the best in this situation.

"Do you think they'll be alright?" Twilight asked worry clearly heard in his tone. Four felt like an idiot 'Twilight is Time's direct descendent, of course he'd be worried about his predecessor suddenly turning into a kid.'

"They will be, and even if they aren't we can offer them our best support and help where we're able to. Those three aren't alone in this." Sky responded.

Twilight just lightly nodded his head. Though while his shoulders were still tense there was now a slight smile on his face. Agreeing with Sky the three moved towards the rest of the chain hoping that Warriors and Wind had managed to explain the situation to Time.

Warriors ran, he ran to two of his closest brothers, the two who fought a war with him.

Wind just smiled brightly in response to Warrior's yell, welcoming him back.

"Tune, Masks !" He shouted when he saw them,not noticing the stares his fellow heroes were giving him.

"Captain ?" Masks voice said softly.

"Captain, what's going on ? Where are we ?" He continued.

Asking him to lean back and stay calm Warriors with Wind's help explained the current quest all the heroes across Time. As their explanations went on Mask's expression became more somber, a frown growing on his face.

"When are we then ?" He asked once the explanation was done.

"That we're not sure of. We think it's somewhere between Hyrule and Legend's." Tune responded.

"Hyrule, Legend ?" He asked not knowing who these names were referring to.

"Ah right Legend and Hyrule are from one of the split timelines. Their two heroes who came after you. Legend first then Hyrule."

At Mask's look of horror Warriors exchanged a glance with Wind.

"Well that can be dealt with later one of the others will be able to better explain the timeline situation to you. For now let's go get dinner and introduce you to our fellow heroes."

Still struck with horror at the thought of more heroes Masks wordlessly agreed and headed to the rest with Tune and the Captain on his side he felt unprepared to face the other heroes across time, the only silver lining he could see in this situation was possibly meeting the hero of men.

While that was going on the other links sat back going back to the campfire to start on dinner and cleaning up the mess as they gave the three time to talk and for Wind and Warrior's to help explain this current quest they were all on.

By the time the three were just about to reach the campfire all the heroes had returned and were sitting around the campfire as they waited for Wild to finish making dinner. Watching the trio approach the group got ready for introductions with only the hope that this time things will go better than the previous interaction.

a/n: And it's done! One thing to note young Time will most likely be referred to as Mask and Wind will most likely get referred to as Tune by him. The next chapter should have the introduction and the long awaited meeting so something to expect. ^^

Once again I'm so sorry this chapter was updated so late life just got really hectic and made it really difficult to find time to write. I will be posting some extra stuff to help explain some things about my au as well to make up for this soon.

Chapter 4

Extra Content 1

[fadeintohim]

Cooper Day smut, where your friends and your staying the night at his. He gets a wet dream and subconsciously dry humps you until you wake up. You end up having to wake up cooper and tell him to fix it, so he goes into the bathroom and tries to but it's not working so you help him out by riding him until he comes. Also having to stay quiet because his parents are next door. Please I'm begging you write this😫

OMFG I LOVE THIS THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST ASK THIS IS SO *chefs kiss* AHHHH!! BTW I'M TRULY SORRY IF IT ISN'T AS GOOD AS EXPECTED OR EVEN GOOD AT ALL, I AM TRYING MY BEST!

A Dream Come True.

Cooper Day x Fem!Reader (Smut).

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You and your only two friends, Zanni and Cooper, had nothing better to do and it was a boring friday night. No one was throwing any parties, no one was going out and having fun, in fact, no one was doing anything. It was officially the end of the school day and the familiar voice of Cooper had broken into your thoughts of future plans for today. "Hey, uh y\n, school is over dude.", you smile at his voice and turn to him, "Yeah yeah, I'm not dumb, Coop." you jokingly act offended at his words, which creates a laugh between you two. "Hi y\n, hi Coop." Zanni says happily, you and Cooper greet her at almost the same time, and then you all start walking down the halls. "Do you guys wanna like, come over and do something?" Cooper asks as he looks at you and then Zanni, and back to you. Both you and Zanni smile at him and agree, you start blushing. The three of you walk with Cooper to his house and talk about all of the things you guys could do this weekend, almost like a group of kids would. Hey, maybe we could go to the mall and buy all the good cd's there." you suggest, your suggestion was met with a happy expression from Cooper and an excited one from Zanni. You all finally make it into the Day household, greeting Mrs and Mr Day on your way up to Coopers room, saying hi to Nathan and Natalie on your guys's way up the stairs. Making yourselves at home immediately after going into his room, you and Zanni had been in here like 100 times already, you always made yourself comfy and read what he last wrote or listened to his cd's or sometimes even looked through his belongings for fun. "So, what. are we gonna do now?" Zanni asks as she looks over to you and Cooper, "Hold on, I have some money in here and we can do what y\n said, about the cd's and stuff, I can get us slushies after or something.", and like that, Cooper goes to retrieve his cash that he had laying on the floor of his slightly messy room, once he comes bacm with the money you all flee to the mall. Once you, Cooper, and Zanni made it to the mall you run straight for the FYE, they always have cd's there, Cooper grabs an interpol cd and shows you, then he shows Zanni, his smile is so wide he looks like he could be faking it, but it's way too genuine to be faked. You and Zanni start searching for your own cd's and find a few, and Cooper finds a few more, and like that, you're all walking out. Zanni gets a call soon after, you watch her answer her phone with a sigh, " Mom I am with Coop and y\n, no we're not doing anything stupid, we're at a mall! Fine." she ends her call and puts her phone in her jean pocket, "Guys, sorry but my mom said I gotta go, can we meet for slushies tomorrow?" she says with a sincerely apolegetic look on her face, when Cooper answers quickly with a "Sure! See you later Zanni.", you just wave at her and smile. Just the two of you, he walks back to his house with you, he's all blushy and smiley this time. Suddenly, he notices how dark it is and you both run into his house giggling, maybe something inside both of you knew his parents wouldn't like it if you were late for a dinner or something like that. You both walk into Coopers house, making your way upstairs to his room you let him know you'll be sleeping over and just need to put on some other clothes, asking to borrow his. He smiles kind of shyly and just barely mutters out a "Yeah.", he's so flustered for no reason, but he's so cute that it doesn't even bother you. "Y\n, i'm like really tired today, so when you put on your clothes can we just sleep or something?" he asks. You answer him the way you have to all the time, "Of course, Coop.", he's always tired early on fridays, and it never bothered you to sleep in his bed, you had a crush on him anyways, so being close to him and feeling his warmth on you was more a blessing than anything else. Once you come out of his room fully clothed in HIS clothing, he gets super flushed and just looks you up and down, not noticable though. Now you do the parts you loved to do. You play his favorite cd on a quiet volume and talk him to sleep.

Now he's sleeping. You feel Cooper breathe behind you, and kinda hear it too, what a comforting thing to know Cooper is just there peacefully. Well maybe not too peacefully for long, because as soon as you pull some of his blanket near you, his breath hitches and he cuddles into you. You try to pull more blanket towards you, choosing to ignore his odd breath there, you fall fast asleep to the music and the small faint sounds of Cooper breathing behind you. You are fully asleep now, and feel something start moving back and forth on your ass, this doesn't bother you at first as you don't even feel it much. It gets faster though, and then Cooper whimpers, that's when you wake up, and Cooper does not stop, he keeps whimpering, groaning, and humping. This almost causes you to moan, this has to end now, it was making you to horny. "Coop." you loud-whisper at the sleeping boy, who now aches for friction. "Cooper, wake up!" you rock him at the shoulders with your hands, he actually wakes up this time, in full embarrasment and the boner he knows he has. He half tiredly asks about what it is you woke him up for, even though he might know the answer. You try to tell him in the least awkward way possible, "You, uhh, humped me in your sleep. You should, like, take care of your, situation. I mean that in the least awkward way ever.". He just blushes and walks over to his door, before opening it he apologizes, to which you tell him it's not really that big of a deal, even though it was, you felt lying to him would be easier in this moment. Cooper quickly runs down his stairs to fix his 'situation'. He thinks of everything about you that turns him on and starts rubbing his dick, he even thinks about if you were doing it to him instead of himself. Nothing was warking, he'd get close and it just wouldn't cum, he was taking longer than usual, and to you p, he was taking too long in general. You sneak downstairs and knock on the bathroom door, hearing Cooper and his breathy moans. Even though you know what he's doing, and how he is busy, you still hope he will just open the door. " G-Gimme a second y\n, I think I might be close.". Cooper is in need of help and he was starting to notice. He opens the door halway, with his shirt covering his dick, and his face being sweaty. "Do you want help, Coop?" you ask him, just wanting to help his raging erection, maybe he'll fall asleep happy. He pathetically nods and opens the door more, you sneak in you and shut the door softly. He looks so distressed it's almost sad, "Hey, it's ok Cooper, i'm gonna make you feel so good, ok, don't even worry.". These words alone almost make him cum.

He looks a bit less frusterated, he tries to cal down as you lower your lap onto his extremely erect penis. You tried to not be worried as you lower yourself down onto Coopers 7 inches, hard and big, although it made you want to please him more. "Please can you ride me, please I just want to cum, you're so fucking hot and-" you shut him up by starting ride him as he asked, up and down on his cock. Making Cooper go crazy, he was starting to moan, you had to cover his mouth since his parents were in the next room over, and you chose to bite into his shirt in order to muffle the sounds made from how pleasing he felt. Cooper keeps hitching his breath and complimenting you, letting you know he doesn't just want you for sex. You play with his hair as you ride him, going more fast than before. Cooper starts to get closer and closer, and he finally makes it into his orgasm, you are reaching your climax as well. You ride out both of your orgasms as he smiles at you while cumming more than he thought he would, he loudly groans "FUCK!" and then quiets himself as much as he can, "Fuck y\n, you were so good.". Making you smile as you felt validated by the guy you like that also happens to be your best friend ever. "Cooper, do you wanna be my boyfriend?" you ask, more bold than before. He answers happily "Yes I do.", then he sloppily kisses you. You both walk up back into Coopers bedroom, laying on his bed, you snuggle into his chest. "We should do that again sometime y\n. You were REALLY good." he says, with a blush on his face, still panting a bit from when you completely ruined him and the virginity you took. You smile at him and kiss his lips, happy that your first time was with Cooper. "Anytime, maybe i'll have a wet dream about you next time.". And you both lay together as two horny, but really happy, lovers.

[d1g1tal-d1ary]

Mardy Bum // Alex Turner

Summary: This drabble was inspired by "Mardy Bum" from the WPSIATWIAN album!! Had a shitty day so I felt like I had to write it 🕺

Warnings: none, f!reader, fluff, comfort

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I had been feeling unwell all day that friday. My period had started the moment I stepped into the office that morning and it didn't help that my boss was particularly moody and kept moaning that I didn't finish a single assignment until then. All I yearned for had been Alex that day; I wanted him to cuddle me and kiss me and make me forget about how awful work is.

So that was why - when I had finally gotten through the traffic of London's rush hour - I immeditaly got started on dinner for Alex and me. I wasn't feeling like cooking; my cramps were draining me but since Alex and I hadn't seen us in a long time because of festival season, I tried to serve something at least a bit special anyway.

It had gotten dark outside by the time dinner was ready, but there was no sign from Alex whatsover. I wanted to cry already right then and there - hormones all over the place pairing with the anxiety that he'd forgotten about our date.

I quickly glanced towards the clock - a reminder that he'd been an hour late from what we said. The plate that was initally set on the table in my kitchen was now on the tiny table in my living room; empty. I quickly stood up from the couch and turned the TV off before walking towards the door.

"You're late," I said right after I had opened the door. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and gave him a look; not caring to see the remorseful glance in his eyes.

"I know, love," he quickly replied and stepped closer. "I missed the train. The weather outside was awful - so everybody took the train which led to it being too full."

A part of me believed him and wanted to say everything was alright but there was another part of me that was happy to have found something to be upset about. Something to let out all the frustration I had bottled up from today - that part of me wanted to get rid off it and finally found a reason to.

"You could've just said so if you don't wanna meet up with me," I rolled my eyes. "I feel so dumb waiting for you an entire evening."

"What?" he frowned and I couldn't help but notice the way his hair fell into his face as it was wet from the pouring rain outside. "Love, is everything alright?"

"No, of course it's not," I confessed but I didn't want him to know what bothered me truthfully; honestly, I didn't know what was going on with me and why I was so upset about his late arrival. "I'm waiting all day to finally see you and you don't even bother to spend more time with me but you arrive an hour late? Thanks, Alex."

"Y/n, what the hell?" he asked. "I didn't keep you waiting 'cause I was busy doing other stuff but because I fuckin' missed the train. That happens. I'm sorry for not calling you but my phone died."

I wanted to cry even more at his words; I wanted him to look through me, to understand me without me having to tell him because I simply couldn't tell him. I didn't want him to get upset about me nor did I want to start a fight - I wanted to lay cuddled up in my bed with him while we're watching our favorite show.

"You don't even care," I argued back and pull a disappointed face towards him. "Why have you come, anyways? You clearly don't want to be here."

"Gosh, y/n," Alex sighed and I suddenly remembered that he still stood outside of my apartment and the rain poured down on him but he didn't even moan or complain one bit. "I care. I care for you and that's why I am here right now. You have no idea how much I missed you and your kisses but you're all argumentative right now and that fuckin' pisses me off."

I felt tears stinging in my eyes which made me step away from the door so he wouldn't see me crying. I hadn't closed the door; I wanted him to follow me and finally embrace me in his arms. And that's what he did - he pulled me back against his chest and carefully rested his head above mine without speaking a word.

"I'm sorry," I whimper softly after I had turned around so that my head was resting against his chest. "I didn't mean to argue- it's been just so much today."

"Shh, I know, sweetheart," was all he replied but I didn't miss the way his arms pulled me even tighter against him. "I love you."

"Alex," I sobbed hard this time; looking up at him with puffy eyes and tears falling from my cheeks. "I feel so ugly and fat and- like shit."

"Don't say that," he frowned and cupped my face softly. "I love you, no matter what. I love you on your good days and even more on your bad ones."

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Brain rot about the same Solomon from his darling appertince getting jealous of Satan tutoring mc in HIS best subject and him taking mc to the school’s library after everyone is gone and…..

Anon, your brain deserves a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates! Oof how I love this!

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Everyday you and Solomon talked about your dorms, telling each other about anything and everything that happened. Usually you have way more to report while he sits back and chuckles.

You sighed. "...and before dinner, Lucifer suddenly called a meeting and assigned Satan to tutor for the upcoming exams, so Satan took Levi and me- Solomon? You... okay?"

Solomon didn't realise exactly how fast his expression had changed. How his knuckles turned pale white, how his eyes widened in rage or how blue flames shot out of his fingers.

"Oh sorry. One of my new magic stones must be acting up again." He controlled himself. "Please continue, what did Satan teach you?"

"Seductive speechcraft. Can you believe it's an actual subject?" You shook your head in disbelief. Solomon's jaw tightened again. "He was only teaching you? Alone?"

"No, Levi was there too. Jeez, he made me seduce both of them." You chuckled. "And the best part is how easy it was. I mean simply meowed at Satan and I was done!"

But, you'd look so cute meowing on your hands and knees.

Solomon grit his teeth and shook his head. Lately you were making your way into his head in such lewd scenarios, he had to control himself magic.

"I see. Well, what's the next subject he's supposed to teach you?"

"Devildom history." You groaned. "By far the most tedious. It's going to take days to cover all the material. I just hope I don't fall asleep midway."

Solomon grinned. History is his forte. He can take care of this for you, in the best possible way. "Say, MC, I'm fairly skilled at the subject myself. Would you like me to teach you instead? I can even correlate with human history to give you a better understanding of the timeline."

Your eyes sparkled. "Yes please! That will be so much better! I'll go inform Satan. Thank you, Solomon!" Excited, you pressed a kiss on his cheek in gratitude.

Once isn't nearly enough. Do it again. Please.

"Haha sure. It pleases me to talk to someone who actually understands what I'm talking about, you know?" Solomon talks, still dazed from your kiss. "Meet me at the Central Library at 8, tomorrow."

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"There you are, MC." He patted the seat next to himself. "Come sit. I already took whatever books we need from the shelves."

You smiled and thanked him. "The library seems kinda empty today. It's usually more crowded, isn't it?"

"Indeed. I wonder why." He lied. As if he didn't specifically choose this time and place. He sat back, letting your fragrance fill the air around him. "Now, then shall we get started?"

He counted each time you gripped his thigh and laughed, each time playfully elbowed his arm and especially the times you laid your cheek on his shoulder to read off the pages.

11. 6. 15.

"I didn't know history could possibly be that fun! You should teach classes instead of that teacher we have." You frowned and shook your head. "Hey look, they dimmed the lights. Looks like we're the only ones left."

"Indeed." Solomon leaned in towards you. "Want to stay longer? See if something happens?" You smiled cheekily, nodding. He remembered your kiss from yesterday. Surely it meant he was allowed to embrace you with one too?

"My curious little apprentice, aren't you?" He let his lips fall on your cheek. So supple. So soft. His kiss lingered much longer than a casual kiss is supposed to. Yet you didn't mind. Only stared at him with a blushing face.

Something more fun was about to happen tonight.

[aimlesspixel]

Isat Scintillation 11

Sorry again about the chapter delays life stuff and dawntrail coming out. :P Hope you enjoy! Spoilers below the cut for Isat and 2 hats as always!

Cooking time! Bonnie starts cooking the lardons, Mira lays the pastry into the tart mold and begins decorating it, you and Isa are getting ingredients together, Nille whisks they filling keeping a close eye on Bonnie as they cook, and Odile is organizing you all.

Half an hour to bake and dinner is served!

Delicious! There isn't enough space at their table for everyone so you and Isa eat on their couch. It's quite a nice house for the size, ignoring the damaged walls. Bonnie is telling their sister about their journey.

You two admittedly didn't do much so it's fine to be on the side.

Mira - "It was originally just me and Isa, we had a uh… lot of skewers. Neither of us were very good cooks especially on the road. So Bonnies cooking was incredibly helpful." Isa - "Oh! Let me get that for ya Sif."

He's so nice! He takes your dishes and washes them for you. You get the cookware together to clean up.

Odile - "So you've been taking care of Boniface alone for a while right? I must say it is commendable taking care of another at such an age." Nille - "It can certainly be trying." Odile - "Especially with this particular specimen." She looks towards Bonnie. Bonnie - "Hey! I'm not a specinmun!"

Some particularly tough stains are on this pan(?). "A bit of Issistance please?" Stifling a laugh he takes the dish. "Dish no problem." You chuckle, a groan can be heard behind you along with some light giggling.

As you're finishing up Isa invites you to take a walk with him. A welcome invitation of course.

Down the village roads each bending and curving, following the path down the glow of light coming from some of the residences. You discuss some of the shops you see as you pass by some of the eateries and hostels still alight.

Enjoying each others company you walk further down and down until you reach the shoreline… You lag behind a moment causing Isa to proffer his hand nervously.

Slowly you take his into yours. The beach enjoys a breathtaking horizon with the moon sitting on the horizon perfectly reflected across the lightless sea. The rippling of the waves causing it to ebb and flow ever so slightly atop the surface.

You both simply stare at the sea together for a time uncountable.

"This absolutely makes up for the sprint here." "It does. I'm glad I get to share it with you, Sif." You finally tear your eye away from the darkless reflections and meet Isa's gaze. Him staring at you like this make you feel warm despite the chill wind running off the sea. Through your glove you can feel his grip tighten ever so slightly. Your breath catches as he smiles at you eyes shining.

"Would you like to follow up on that practice Sif?"

Practice? What-

Your face gets hot and cheeks are definetly flush. How could he attack here?!?! In this moment??? Aghhhhh! You barely manage to nod and he embraces you bringing your faces closer till-

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Oh stars you feel lightheaded. He still has you so you don't fall but…

"If that's just practice I can't wait Sif."

Oh-

His voice fades away…

…

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Some hardwood is beneath you and the stars above. You hear the sound of someone pacing on the stonework as you manage to bring yourself back up.

Stars that was embarrassing, you look over and see Isa with his hand in the call hand sign?

He eventually spots you "Oh thank goodness you're awake! Are you ok Sif?"

You think so at least he had you when you passed out so there shouldn't be any problems. You tell him as much.

"Great. Uh listen Bonnies sis doesn't have enough space for us to just drop by so we're gonna get a hotel, Mira is staying over with them but for the rest of us the Madame will be looking for some vacancies."

Well it's not like you expected someone you just met to be prepared for so many people to stay over and so late too.

"Hold on a sec" He seems to be focusing on the call. "Alright she found some are you feeling good to go?"

[finkinthisfrew]

Anything (Pt.16)

cw: alcohol consumption, Matty gets angry at Ross (sorry Ross girlies <;3)

Chapter 16 Matty was washing the dishes in my sink after our quick dinner when I stepped out of my bedroom, freshly showered and dressed, ready for the party.

"How do I look?" I said, announcing my presence.

Matty turned to look at me, brushing a curl away from his forehead with the back of his suds-soaked hand. His jaw dropped when he saw me.

"Fuck, Anna," he said, speechless, looking me up and down.

After finally convincing Matty to tell me the dress code (casual- though Matty was adamant that I wear whatever I feel like) I settled on a simple, comfortable outfit. I chose a skin-tight black tube top, some long and loose denim shorts, and a black pair of cowboy boots. I wore a variety of chunky silver rings and a few simple necklaces. My hair was freshly washed, curly and shiny, shaggy as usual. Under my arm, I carried a small black leather studded shoulder bag.

I couldn't help but blush from the way Matty looked at me.

"Please don't ruin the outfit," I said, giving him a small knowing smile as he started towards me, freezing momentarily at my request.

He spun around to the oven, looking for a hand towel, but not finding one. He chaotically searched for one to dry his hands with, looking at the kitchen island, then the counter before yelling, "ANNA, WHERE ARE THE HAND TOWELS, THIS IS URGENT." He spun around in a frenzy as I giggled at him, both his hands still in the air, soap bubbles dripping down his forearms. "THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER," he yelled, opening cupboard after cupboard. Before I could tell him they were still folded on the couch from when we did my laundry together the previous night, he ran to the washroom.

Seconds later he swept me up in his arms, spinning me around, then set me down and wrapped his arms even tighter around my waist and kissed me. I would have felt dizzy regardless of his spin, feeling lightheaded right away from the passion in his kiss. I returned his energy, kissing him back harder. Our hands roamed each other sensually, slowly becoming more and more frantic. Before things could get any more heated, I lightly pushed Matty's chest and he took my cue immediately.

"Before we get carried away, we should go," I said softly, a little breathless from our kiss, stroking his jawline with my finger.

"Maybe we should stay," he said enthusiastically like he'd just come up with a great idea- as if he wasn't mentioning it for the third time in a row.

"Matty..." I said patiently, "We already settled this. I really want to meet your friends!"

"This outfit is just too good. It's like you wanted me to keep you home, you're practically begging me to hoard you," he said jokingly with a pout. "Maybe I'm not a feminist after all..." he said, biting his lip thoughtfully. I playfully smacked his arm, and he laughed. "I'm joking, I promise. But darling, please have some sympathy here! Look at you! You're drop-dead gorgeous! How could I not want you all to myself?" he said with exaggerated doe-eyes.

"Mattyyyy!" I whined. "Please, babe. We're already late!" I pouted back at him, trying not to laugh at his ridiculousness.

"Don't worry, darling, I'm only taking the piss out of you. The car's already here," he said sweetly, placing a kiss on the top of my head before grabbing his crewneck off the back of my kitchen chair. I picked up his oversized black hoodie which lay on the couch to take with me in case I got cold and he gestured to take it from me, tucking it under his arm along with his layer to carry for me before taking my hand.

About 20 minutes later, we arrived outside of a loud and busy bar. A couple dozen people stood outside smoking, laughing and talking loudly.

As we stepped outside of the car, almost everyone who stood outside greeted Matty as we walked towards the bar, one by one. 

"This is my girlfriend, Anna," he said to each person, a look of pride on his face every time I shook a new person's hand or accepted a friendly hug. It was a whirlwind of names and introductions, but everyone was so kind, and I was already feeling drunk off of Matty's casualness around labelling our unlabeled relationship. We hadn't talked about labelling us as girlfriend-boyfriend, likely because we already knew it was official, but it still made me giddy to hear him call me his girlfriend so proudly.

We walked towards the front door of the bar. A chalkboard sign outside read 'closed for private event' and Matty strolled us right past it, as well as the two large security guards who stood outside.

As soon as we entered the bar, we heard a familiar voice yell out, "Matty! Anna!"  We turned to look and saw George walking towards us in a casual tan linen suit, sporting a giant grin, and holding a bottle of wine in each of his hands. Matty smiled and reached his arm out, giving George a hug, not letting go of my hand. Then George turned to me with a big smile. "Anna! I'm so glad you could make it! How are you?" he asked enthusiastically, giving me a big warm hug.

"I'm great! I'm so excited to finally get to hang out together!" I said as we pulled apart. We began to excitedly ask each other about our days as we all turned to walk towards an empty couch, but another voice called out Matty's name. Matty waved hello before holding up a finger to say he'll be over in a moment. Then he leaned into me and groaned in my ear, "Ugh, I have to go talk to this person for a bit, love. Will you be alright without me for a little bit?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, I'll be fine! I wanted some alone time with George anyways so I could ask about all your secrets," I said, giving him a devilish look. He laughed, then said, "I have no secrets from you- you can have them all, my darling." He kissed my temple, then gave me a little emotional smile, just between us. Then he turned to George. "Take good care of her while I talk to Mark, will you?" As George gave Matty a salute, Matty kissed me one last time, then took a step away from me, giving my hand one last squeeze and smiling before disappearing.

I turned back towards George who offered me his arm. Taking it, we strolled towards the empty couch. George offered me one of the half-empty bottles of wine in his hands and I accepted it graciously, taking a large swig. "You look lovely, Anna. I'm obsessed with these cowboy boots of yours" he said, giving me a twirl before sitting down and drinking from his own bottle.

"Thank you, George! You look lovely as well! That's a great suit- you look very dapper," I said sincerely. He fluttered his eyelashes at me comically, "Oh, this old thing?" We laughed together before he launched into his questions. "So, Anna. We only have about 20 seconds before Matty will rip himself from this conversation and come steal you from me- tell me everything. What's this residency you're here for?"

For the next half an hour, George and I talked, learning about each other's lives. He was so kind and warm and me feel so comfortable in a room full of strangers in a country I wasn't familiar with. We had the same sense of humour too, laughing constantly as we slowly emptied our wine bottles.

"Oi!" George yelled out in the middle of a story he was telling me about his first kiss, when a tall thin man in a loose white t-shirt and grey wool trousers walked by us. The man turned to see where the voice had come from as George yelled again, waving his arm. "Hanny, over here!"

The man strolled over, a glass of amber liquor perched casually in his hand as he walked over with a curious smile.

"Hann, I'd like you to meet the infamous Anna."

Before I could say anything, he came over and sat down next to me, pulling me into a warm hug.

"The Anna, in the flesh! It's so nice to finally meet the woman who's stolen Matty's heart," he said with a big smile on his face. "I'm Adam! Or you can call me Hann," he said kindly.

"Well, which do you prefer?" I asked curiously.

"You know, no one ever asks me that!" he said, his eyebrow furrowing in thought. "I don't know that I really have a preference. I guess Hann is what the lads call me more often, but I like Adam. Honestly, I'm fine with either I suppose."

"Well, since I'm not a lad, I guess I'll stick with Adam," I said with a shrug. "But if you ever change your mind, you let me know!" I said as I put my hand on his arm warmly.

Adam smiled at me with intrigue, then put an arm around me giving me a squeeze. "You're a good egg, aren't you? Lucky for you, I'm on the market for a new best mate." He gestured toward George with his thumb before saying, "This one almost forgot my birthday last week."

"Key word- almost!" George said, enthusiastically shaking a single finger in the air. 

We all laughed together before Adam turned to George saying, "She really is as lovely as Matty made her out to be. You really are!" I smiled as he turned back towards me.

"We can't all be in love with Anna- Matty will have our heads. Besides, I think Carly would really like to be friends with Anna," George said with a wink.

Adam rolled his eyes at George before explaining to me, "Carly is my wife. Actually, I think you two would hit it off. She's coming by later- you should meet her!"

"I'd love that!" I said sincerely, as we continued chatting. I really liked Adam. His energy was very calm and warm- I got the sense that the liquor he drank made him more outgoing than normal and I was getting a less soft-spoken version of him. I was utterly charmed.

I leaned in to ask him questions about his wife- how they'd met, how long they'd been together, what he loved about her- and we talked for ages. I was having such a nice time that I almost didn't notice how much time had passed since Matty disappeared. Almost.

Eventually, Adam ran off to find Carly outside, and George and I, having polished off our bottles of wine, went to the bar to get ourselves more drinks. We stood, chatting casually and laughing while we waited for the bartender to finish pouring a dozen shots someone else had drunkenly ordered.

Finally, George leaned over to yell our order to the bartender when I heard a deep voice behind me. "Who's this gorgeous girl, George." I turned around to find a very tall, very handsome bearded man smiling at me. He wore a fitted black T-shirt and dark jeans, his dark brown hair pulled back into a bun.

"Ross!" George yelled in drunken recognition, giving him a hug and a drunken kiss on the cheek. Ross hugged him back, laughing at George's drunken state and giving him a big pat on the back. As they pulled apart, George gestured towards me, excited to introduce me. "This is the beautiful, the stunning, the drop-dead gorgeous Anna," George said, making me blush. "Anna, this is Ross! Part-time bass player, full-time heartthrob," he finished with a wink.

Ross leaned in towards me up against the bar, a beer in hand, smiling at me. "Beautiful indeed." I blushed at his candidness. "So how do you two know each other?" he asked, placing his hand lightly on my lower back.

"She's my girlfriend," said a stern voice behind me. I turned around to find Matty glaring at Ross. His eyes turned to see me stepping towards him and his anger melted away in an instant, a small smile of sadness replacing it. "I'm sorry I disappeared for so long, I couldn't get away," he said painfully, wrapping his arms around me as I approached him. We snapped together like magnets. I didn't care that we were actually in a room full of people who knew who Matty was and were therefore mostly watching us with curiosity. As I wrapped my own arms around him, he pulled me in for a deep and long kiss. Suddenly, we were alone, just the two of us, and immediately I was filled with relief and elation. It felt like coming home- we really were so painfully in love.

When we finally pulled apart, I turned to find George with his head propped up by his elbow on the bar, staring at us with a big goofy smile and wiggling his eyebrows at us.

"If you two weren't so bloody cute I'd be sick all over right now," George teased.

"Well you'll have to get used to it, mate," Matty said, patting George's back with a smile, "I'm sure they've got a bucket or something you could borrow." He said, pantomiming looking behind the bar for a vessel, making George laugh. Matty turned back to me, leaning in to kiss my cheek and asked me softly, "Can I get you a drink my darling?"

"A glass of wine, please?" I smiled at him, and he glowed back at me.

"Anything," he whispered in my ear, then brushed his lips against my mouth, before pressing his forehead into mine and planting a strong kiss on my lips.

George pretended to throw up and made a loud retching noise, making Ross laugh. I smiled at them, turning to Ross and saying, "Shall we find you a bucket too?"

Matty chuckled to himself as he stepped over to the bar, notedly between Ross and me, to order our drinks.

"You're a bit of a firey one, aren't you?" Ross said with a fierce smile, stepping away from the bar and towards me. He raised an eyebrow at me before adding, "I'm glad to know there's someone who can keep up with Matty and all of his antics."

"Antics?" I asked, confused. Ross opened his mouth to answer, but George interrupted him.

"Oh, don't be a prat, Ross," George said throwing his arm around me, "you're just jealous that Matty found her first." George looked at me and wagged his finger at me sternly, "Don't listen to him, he's just lonely and horny." Then someone grabbed George's attention across the room and he disappeared in a drunken flash.

"There's nothing wrong with being lonely," Ross said innocently, looking straight into my eyes with intensity. I felt like his eyes were going to burn a hole through the back of my head.

"I agree," I heard behind me as a hand appeared in front of me with a wine glass. I took the glass and felt Matty's hand wrap around my waist sensually from behind as he embraced me. He placed a kiss on my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. "There's nothing wrong with you being lonely." I felt the quiet anger in his voice. Matty kissed my cheek protectively before adding "In fact, I prefer it. But if you wouldn't mind being horny with someone else's girlfriend, that'd be great, thanks, mate."

Before Ross could say anything, Matty pulled me away, taking us through the back of the bar, grabbing a bottle of wine from a table on our way, and out the back door. 

[aching-tummies]

I come home from working the night shift to see you lying in bed while rubbing your stomach. "Is your stomach upset?" I ask trying to look sympathetic. I feel bad that you're stomach is upset but I love seeing you like this, your shirt ridding up your taut belly while you moan in discomfort. I rub your belly gently and soothingly at first, but gradually start applying more pressure. Your stomach gurgles loudly as my hands continue prodding it.

Thank you for waiting! I'm sorry it took so long. I haven't had time to sit down and write a proper response to this lovely, RP-Scenario/Ask. I hope my response did it justice!

Glup…rrr…ble…

There's barely enough light from the window to illuminate the room. I blink the sleep from my eyes, looking toward the bedside clock even as I feel the material of your sleeve lightly graze my navel as your hand runs a barely-there circle over my belly.

7:12AM. I lie back with a groan, a gurgle from my stomach resonating with my noise of complaint. A small belch cuts off the sound of my annoyance. I've been 'asleep' for less than 40 minutes. The last timestamp I remember seeing was 6:37AM. I remember it because it was right before I rolled over to be slightly on my left side and my stomach had reacted to the shift so painfully that I honestly thought it had ruptured within me.

I'd gotten home late last night. You were already gone, off to meet a friend for dinner or coffee before heading to work. Usually, you wouldn't have left quite so early…but you had left me a note. Apparently, you'd made a lasagna for dinner. Unfortunately, we're planning to have guests over in the next couple of days, so our fridge has no more room for leftovers. I'd lifted the foil off of the pan to find that you had packed away the smaller half of a 9x13 pan. That left half a lasagna for me to "take care of". I'd gotten home around 9PM. It was late and I usually wouldn't eat so late at night…but I love your cooking and lasagna is a rare treat. I thought I'd be able to power through most of it to avoid food-waste if I paced myself…though I wasn't exactly hungry so late at night.

The lasagna was delicious. You aren't shy with the cheese and you make it with lots of veggies (spinach, carrots, tomato, and every so often some mushroom and/or zucchini or eggplant if we have them). I paced myself, wanting to enjoy the food…but also knowing that I wanted to eat as much of it as possible to avoid wasting anything. Honestly, I tried putting some of it away, but our fridge literally has no room for anything more thanks to the various 2L drinks we're cooling and the prep for the dishes we'll be making when we have guests. Even trying to ball up the last slice in the foil and finding room for it just wasn't going to happen.

Luckily, I have the day off today so I decided I could use today to sleep off the food coma. If I'd been less exhausted from work, I would have realized that this was your plan all along.

"Aww…is your poor belly upset?" You coo at me, increasing the pressure of your palm as though testing the sheer tautness of my belly. A couple of strong pats causes the contents to shift uncomfortably. An aborted belch crawls up my throat and I bite back a groan as my insides squeeze against the glut of food still within. The impact of your pats jostles stuff, upsetting the delicate calm I'd finally coaxed my guts into. Some point before I fully awoke, you'd bunched my shirt up and the covers are now down to my hips, exposing my noisy belly and the fact that there isn't any give beneath the skin.

GrrrrRRRk…rrrgl……rrrrrRRRrrr… My stomach makes a distressed sound. If stomachs could wail, that's what it just did. I whimper as it continues to gripe inside of me, discomfort amping up as my guts are reawakened by your actions.

"Poor, poor tummy." You punctuate each of your words with another sharp pat to various parts of my exposed stomach, upsetting the mess further.

A deep grumble causes me to wince and it doesn't escape your notice as my hands fly to cradle my ball of a stomach. You watch as I gingerly rub at it as though even the most gentle of touches aches something fierce.

"Aww…does someone have a tummy ache?" You coo at me. I send a glare at you, though I don't think it's effective given our positions.

"Urp." I answer you with a belch, brow furrowing as I swallow back the stubborn mess that tried to rise with the expelled air.

*GrrRRrrrrrr….glk…rrrrrrrrrlllllblblb…." My stomach vibrates with an angry snarl, tapering down beneath your palm. I feel like I swallowed something set to 'vibrate'…I only hope you can feel it 'cuz I now realize that all of this was planned. You knew I had the day off. You knew you'd be back from the night shift in time to enjoy this. You knew we'd have no space for leftovers in the fridge. The only unknown was going to be the state of indigestion in my tummy--and considering your striking range…that wasn't much of a variable at all.

"Poor tummy. Was it the cheese? Is all that cheese hurting you so? Or was it the spinach? I know that frozen stuff gets you sooooo upset." There's a clear distinction between your teasing tone with me and the loving coo you use to address my stomach. I know these questions aren't directed at me, but at the grumbly mess beneath both of our hands.

You continue rubbing at my stomach, pushing my hands away. I allow the action, but only because I feel so terrible and because you seem to have intentions of being gentle.

I notice, too late, that your rubs are stirring up something in my guts. They are far more vocal than they have been in the last few hours. I only managed to get a couple of pitiful rumbles and squelches to happen with my own rubs. My guts were too packed to make much noise. There simply wasn't enough room for gas pockets amidst the cheese and pasta and veggie/beef mix. There's not much room for it now either, but the fact that some of the mass of food has entered my intestines means that whatever air and empty space in my digestive tract had to be displaced.

Without warning, you push your palm down on my left, right over my jam-packed stomach organ.

"Ugh….UrrrrllpP!" A splash of stomach acid assaults my esophagus as that sizable belch is forced out of me. "Ouch!" I hiss and grab your wrist, moving your entire arm so that your palm is no longer jutting into such a sensitive part of my gut. "Ungh…aaahhh…" My pitiful moans are continuously interrupted by equally pitiful belches. There just isn't enough room in my guts anywhere to have a sizeable pocket of air. Trying to force one is painful and also extremely difficult with the dense mass inside my guts.

"Ugh…quit it." There's no bite to my words. I'm groggy from whatever sleep I managed to fall into, and the weight in my guts has made me very, very lethargic.

You're unbothered. You retract your hand a bit…opting to poke with a finger instead of with your palm. I don't know if that's much better. You swirl a finger around my navel, more exposed thanks to the internal pressure on the other side of flesh. I'm suspicious of you, but in my sluggish state I fail to grab at your wrist again before you poke sharply into the sensitive core of my navel.

I see white as the ache in my gut explodes. My guts were not happy with that poke at all.

As I regain my senses, I realize that your palm is in place…but I feel like I'm moving? You've taken to sloshing at my guts, pushing it in all directions as though you're trying to shake up the contents of my belly. Good luck with that--there's zero give or room in there for things to move. The turbulence doesn't do much about the dense mass of food, but the air pockets begin to move--ramming through the mess. For a moment, I can't get a word out edgewise because of the sheer number of burps forcing their way up and out. Nausea builds but I don't have an opportunity to tell you as you shove harshly into my stuffed guts. 'Agony' is an understatement. My poor organs are beyond distressed and upset at your idea of 'fun'.

Hopefully, with all this movement the glut will be out of my system by tomorrow. I've got to work and then we're entertaining some friends for game-night and I really, really, really am not looking forward to tackling that day with an achy, upset tummy. I really hope this is a one-off session and you don't have more planned for me. My stomach can't take any more.

[myinternetaddictworld]

The Dress {P.P}

Synopsis: You bought a new dress and Peter wants to have his way with you

MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT AHEAD CW: jealous (soft) dom peter! x bratty afab reader, oral (m and f receiving), name-calling, praise kink and degradation kink at the same time (?), use of toys, squirting, and probably some other stuff just read at your own discretion !!

a/n: this may be the smuttiest thing i’ve ever written :^]

also sorry for hiatus, finals were a bitch but i’m back!! Happy early holidays <3 ～●～●～●～●～●～●～● ～

"Babe, we have to go if we want to make this reservation on time..." Peter yelled from downstairs.

He had finished getting ready nearly an hour ago. It was your anniversary and Peter had gone all out in planning the day for you. He had already surprised you with flowers and breakfast in bed earlier. Now the two of you were preparing for dinner at one of the newest Thai places in the city.

"Comingggg," you said, finishing up your makeup. You were lying. You weren't even dressed yet but at least you had finished your hair and makeup.

You quickly rushed to the hanger with your dress on it. It was a beautiful sage green slip dress that you had been saving for a special occasion. You slipped the piece of fabric on and fanned out your hair.

"Y/N, I'm serious we have to leave no--" Peter stopped himself as he walked into your shared bedroom.

"I know I just need to slide my shoes on and we can leave." you said, fiddling with the strap on your heels.

"When did you get this dress?" Peter said curiously.

"A month ago, it was a surprise." you snickered, standing up.

"Wow...this dress is now my new favorite thing," Peter said lowly. He pulled your hips toward his and placed his head in the crock of your neck.

"Were you not just complaining about how we're going to be late?" you question.

"Mhm...but now that I've seen you in this dress, dinner seems way less important." He says peppering kisses down your neck and collarbone.

"I'm going to the car," you laugh, playfully pushing him away.

"This place better have the fastest service imaginable or I just might have to take you in the bathroom," He whined, following you.

You laugh, grabbing your coat.

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"Let me see the pictures you took of me--gotta make sure you didn't make me look bad," you joke reaching for Peter's phone.

"You never look bad in pictures, baby," Peter says pulling into the driveway.

"Whatever you say," you retort, scrolling through the pictures.

"I like this one," you say, showing him a candid photo Peter managed to get of you with a glass of wine.

"Yeah, that one's my favorite too," he says smiling.

"Now let's get into the house before we get frostbite," he says turning the car off. The two of you quickly make it inside.

"I'm going to take a bath if you would like to join me...." you say suggestively while kicking your heels off.

Your eyes catch Peter's but he's looking away.

"Before you do that..." he starts.

"Let's talk about dinner."

"What about it?" you smirk, knowing where this is going.

"You know what I'm about to say," he said, his eyes finally meeting yours.

"Do I though? I mean the food was delicious and the staff were so nice...they even gave us a free dessert." you smile.

"No. The waiter gave you a free dessert because he clearly wanted to fuck you." Peter says.

"Fuck me? That's a little too far Peter. It was a 20-something college student who insisted on giving us free food. If he flirted a little, who am I to stop him." you said, the corners of your lips rising.

Peter rolls his eyes.

“His eyes were practically glued to your chest the entire time!” Peter says dryly.

You laugh at his comment.

“Point is, I think you liked it a little too much,” he says, not breaking eye contact.

“I disagree,” you said accepting the challenge.

He cocks his eye brow and darts his tongue across his lips.

“You really wanna play that game tonight? on our anniversary?” he asked softly.

“…what if I did?” you say, cocking your head to the side.

“Then tonight’s gonna be a fun night for me, I guess.” he said tossing his suit coat off. He quickly sweeps his arms under you, forcing you into a bridal carry. Once he reached your shared bedroom, he tosses you on mattress.

You let out a small huff as your body hits the squishy surface. He pushed your legs open, allowing just enough space for his body. He leaned down slowly to kiss you. The kiss was very deliberate. Peter slightly bit your lip, a move that drove you crazy. After pulling away from the kiss, his lips remained glued to your body as he kissed down your neck.

“Mhm, just like that Pete~” you moaned, running your hands through his hair. This motion all in the hopes he would move his efforts else where, preferably the growing discomfort in your underwear.

He smiled at the comment.

“You’re old tricks aren’t gonna work tonight,” he said briefly pulling his lips from your neck.

“What tricks?” you gasp out.

“Oh Peter, so good!’ and pulling my hair when you want me to go down on you.” he retorted. His face was now hovering above you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about…” you smile. Your nails scratch his scalp and Peter practically melts in your arms.

“Hey, I told you to stop that!” he squeaks out before grabbing your arms and pinning them to the bed. You were a little off put by the speed of the action but you were dating a superhero after all.

“Am I gonna have to fill that pretty mouth of yours up for you to understand I’m not playing around tonight?” he said, now leaning into your ear. His warm breath tickled your ear and a shade of pink dusted your cheeks. You stared at him, doe eyed.

“Lemme hear you speak, princess,” he said, his lips right below your ear. Peter knew you loved it when he called you princess. He did it sparingly because the few times he had the two of you were up all night dealing with the repercussions.

“Yes,” you said shyly.

“Yeah, I should punish that little mouth of yours?” he said, cocking his head.

“Mhm,” you mumble out

“I knew you wanted it.” he huffed, pushing himself off of you. He stood at the end of the bed, waiting for you to join him. He looked down at his belt and back up at you—a clear signal of what he wanted you to do next. You quickly undid his belt and slid his pants down. You smile, eyeing the growing boner in Peter’s briefs. You tease him by palming the clothed erection before finally pulling them down completely.

You look up at him for approval before taking him partially into your mouth. You used your hands on the parts your mouth couldn’t reach. Peter never bragged about his size, but the man knew he was big. He loved seeing you struggle to take all of him.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, thrusting into your mouth slightly.

“Y-you gonna let me throat fuck you, baby?” he asks.

You moan a light ‘yes’ in reply. He takes this as a sign of approval. You take him into your hands, licking your lips. You part your lips around the tip before taking him entirely into your mouth. His hands grasp the back of your head as his hips begin pumping forward. His speed increases little by little but he tries not to push your limits.

“Look at you taking it like I knew you could,” he moans lustfully looking at you. Tears begin to fall from your eyes as he pushes as far as your throat will allow. You gag slightly.

“Shh shh, I know princess—just a little longer” he said holding his position for a few seconds longer before allowing you up for air.

Your makeup was now streaked and your eyes have glossed over with lust.

“Be a good girl for me and take it one more time, yeah?” he ask, tilting your chin toward him. He runs his thumb across your lips getting rid of your smudged lip gloss and excess salvia. You nod.

You take him into your mouth again, slowly bobbing. Peter throws his head back in pleasure. You moan seeing him enjoy himself so much.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, looking down at you.

“C’mer baby, c’mere” he sighed pulling you to your feet.

He pulled you to his lips as he forces you on the bed again. His hands roam your body as his lips move down your neck.

“Been wanting to get you out of this dress all night, love.” You let out a small laugh.

“I mean seriously! If the waiter wasn’t staring at your chest all night, I sure was,” he gushes as he gazes down at you.

“Peter, you perv!” you say, playfully placing your hand over his eyes.

“Fine i’ll be a perv, as long as I get to do this.” he says dipping his head down, placing light kisses on your exposed cleavage.

“…and don’t get me started on these curves,” he said, his hands clasping your waist.

“I’m gonna touch you now, baby, okay?” he says, tryin to read your face.

“Okay,” you nod, eagerly. He pushes the silk fabric of your dress up your legs. His hands fiddle with the lace of your panties before he ultimately pries the white laced fabric from your wet core.

“Didn’t realize how excited you were,” he growls as he runs the pads of his fingers down your wet slit. You take in a sharp breath. It’s crazy what his touch was already doing for you.

“I like that you’re extra sensitive tonight,” he laughs. He pushes himself down and places a light kiss on your stomach. Peter then pushes himself completely off of the mattress, making his way toward your closet. He returns almost as quickly as he left, holding what looked like a shoe box.

The blush on your face darkens as you realize what Peter grabbed. It was your “special box” which contained your favorite dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys you had accumulated over time. Your collection wasn’t the largest but you were quite happy with the toys you owned. When the two of you moved in, you were hesitant to show Peter your toys as other boyfriends have judged you in the past. Peter, however, was the most sex positive partner you had ever had. On top of that, the man was horny—like unhealthily horny at times. He practically came at the thought of using them on you as soon as you introduced them to him. Needless to say, he loved occasionally using toys on you. Especially when he felt you needed “punishment”

“Couldn’t resist using a friend when you’re this sensitive,” he said giving you a toothy smile.

He pulls out your tried and true vibrator and quickly clicks it on. He placed the pink silicon toy to your clit. His eyes stayed on your face. You gasp and the new sensation, bucking your hips toward him.

“You like that baby?” he smirks watching you tremble beneath him. Your so distracted by the new sensation that you can barely form whole sentences. Peter is loving every moment of it.

He clicks the vibrator off and places it next to you before pushing himself in between your legs again. He takes your legs and rests them on his shoulders. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you know what Peter is about to do. His mouth soon meets your wet core, focusing especially on the tiny bundle of nerves at the top. His hands are digging into your thighs as Peter works wonders. You soon find the coil in your stomach building up.

Your legs begin to clench around him as you get closer and closer to your peak.

“You gonna cum, Princess?” he says against you. You let out a soft “mhm” in reply as your hands grip the sheets of your shared bed.

“Good,” he said, granting you one last lick before he pulled away completely. A breeze graced your naked bottom half as your boyfriend licked his lips. You groan at the loss of contact.

“Can’t let you finish that easily,” he laughs in response.

“…that would take the fun out of it,” he finishes.

“Please~” you almost whine out. You know what he wants you to say but you like the game he’s playing.

“Please what?” he mocks.

“Baby~” you say softly, again trying to provoke the man.

“You can whine all you want but i’m not starting again until you say it.” he says, his voice more stern this time.

“Please Daddy,” you say, finally giving into his commands.

He smiles and lets out a nod of relief.

“Thank you, now i can get back to my favorite past time.” he huffs

His mouth, again, meets your core while preforming the same actions from earlier. This earns a loud moan from you.

“Mhm, that’s it—let me hear you,” Peter moans against you.

Your too immersed in the things your boyfriend’s mouth is doing that you fail to notice him grab the vibrator resting next to you. He again presses the power button, allowing the machine to come on in its lowest intensity level.

His mouth pulls away from your core to be replaced by his thumb going in small, quick circles. He lines the vibrator up with your slick entrance and slowly slides it in.

You gasp at the feeling, throwing your head back.

“Is this good baby?” he says looking up at you. He is now slowly pushing the toy in and out of you, gauging your reaction to each and every motion.

You nod vigorously, unable to form words. A prideful smirk finds its way to Peter’s face but it is quickly wiped as he places his mouth back on to your clit.

The feeling of the vibrator pushing in and out of you combined with the feeling of Peter’s skilled tongue is enough to send you over the edge, earning your first orgasm of the night.

Your breath hitches as you feel yourself come undone. Your incoherent moans and mentions of Peter’s name are also enough to send him over the edge.

He picks up his pace, his tongue and the toy both moving at ungodly speeds.

“Peter~” you moan out, hands reaching for his hair. The man is unforgiving. The sex with Peter has always been amazing but tonight was a first. You had never seen him so riled up before.

Your fingers eventually meet his brown curls, tugging lightly on them, a move you know drives him crazy. He moans into your core, sending you over the edge.

Before you have time to process anything, your body convulses with pleasure. Another strong orgasm washes over you. Your legs clasp around the man in between your legs, your hands scrambling to pull him away as you’re overstimulated.

Peter moans into you one last time before pulling away. Your chest quickly rises and falls as you begin to catch your breath.

“W-wow” you laugh, your head falling on the pillows behind you.

“Babe,” Peter says excitedly standing up and showing his face. To your surprise, Peter’s face is drenched in liquid meaning you just…yeah.

“Oh my god—Babe, i’m sorry!” you say quickly grabbing tissues from the nightstand to help him clean himself.

“Are you kidding me?! That was amazing!” he exclaims.

“Really?” you say, your face still burning with embarrassment.

“I’ve never made a woman squirt until now and I can 100% confirm that it is hands down one of the sexist things a man can witness,” he says smiling. He accepts the tissues you offered up, cleaning his face off. You laugh at his statements.

“I actually kinda…finished myself…” he mumbles. You cock your head in confusion. You eyes make their way down to Peter’s member, seeing his stomach covered in his own fluid.

“Did you seriously cum from eating me out?” you laugh.

“I am not ashamed of enjoying the fact that you’re enjoying yourself…” he says, a shade of pink gracing his cheeks. You let out a laugh.

“Happy Anniversary, baby.” he says leaning down to kiss you.

“Happy Anniversary, Spider boy” you say as he pulls away. He smiles, placing a small kiss on your forehead before grabbing more tissue and beginning to clean you up.

The clean up wouldn’t matter because Peter would shortly end up on top of you again. From that night on, you secretly wished more waiters would flirt with you. Peter wished you’d only put that green dress on for his eyes and his eyes only.