#this just made me think again and im glad im in a better place right now mentally and can sort my thoughts better than i did 2 years ago

[a-whiff-of-a-dream]

alright this has been sitting in my mind ever since i first heard it a few days ago, but what Emmrich says about his fear of death in his first scene? It hit differently. Im gonna elaborate underneath the cut.

(also this might be too much personal info for some, but anyways)

'Thats when I discovered I possess a great terror of dying' is putting something I have felt for close to 3 years now so... precisely into words.

I have spend so much trying to find words for this feeling, for this fear, and have not yet managed to communicate it with anyone really so far, because the words have just... not been there.

'It goes beyond dread. It cant be reasoned with or soothed over. It comes without warning, in the dead of night, in sunlit streets. A raw, strangling fear, struck somewhere deep past the heart.'

It hides behind every corner of your life. You can go on with your day like any other person, you can be alone at home or out with friends, seeing the world, and suddenly youre hit with this 'someday it wont matter anymore and you wont feel this feeling and never smell the air again' and you cant outrun it.

Its something you cant change, something maybe not even worth mentioning because there is no way out anyways, so why bother and try to find a reason within it, when there is non to begin with?

'Oddly, I discovered I wasnt alone. I debated this fear with friends, I argued with teachers... Yet... It lingered.'

Others might feel the same, and yes its comforting to a degree, but still it wont make it go away. It wont make it better or unbearable somehow. Because its unreasonable. You know it is. Thats why Ive burried it so deep within me and try not to spiral into despair when these thoughts occure.

I am not really sure where I am heading with this but I guess I needed to get these thoughts out into the world somehow. Because hearing this, having it put into words so nicely? It helped. It made me shiver and it has lingered in my head for a while now, but it also gave me words for something I have not yet come around wording myself.

[sludgeguzzler]

man. i changed so much these past years

[mypoisonedvine]

i can't remember if I sent something like this to you before. but a drabble where Jonathan crane is helping a student or fellow colleague test a new drug they made. however, the drug instead acts like an aphrodisiac making the reader completely pliable to jonathans wants...

YOU DID AND I WANTED TO WRITE IT AND IM SO GLAD YOU SENT IT AGAIN!!!

warnings: dubcon cause of the drug, breeding kink, spanking, kinda rough/aggressive, housewife and misogyny kink hehe

"Please, please," you whined as you tugged him closer by the lab coat, pressing your thighs together to try to hide the arousal running down them. "Please, Dr. Crane--"

"I don't know what you need," he panted, "tell me what you need, I'll try to help."

"I need... need you to--" you choked out, knowing you couldn't just say what was in your head: touch me, fuck me, need you inside me right now, need you to breed me--

He pulled you a little closer, looking at your face, and you whimpered as you looked up at him. "You're burning up," he noticed, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, and you worried your knees would buckle.

"F-fuck, please," you begged again, "touch me more."

"Where?" he asked, but there was a sparkle in his eye that made you think he might already know what was going on. "Tell me where, and I'll help you."

You tried to grab his hand to guide it between your legs, but he pulled away.

"I want to hear you say it," he insisted.

"My pussy," you blurted out, "fuck, please-- I need to--"

He snapped suddenly, turning you around and bending you over the lab table in an instant. "I know what you need," he decided suddenly as he roughly stripped you, getting as much of your clothes out of the way as you arched your back and whined for more. "I know what you fucking need," he said again before smacking your bare ass harshly, making you shudder and pant. "Need to be filled."

"Yes," you breathed.

"Need to be fucked," he continued, and you whined.

"Yes!"

"Need to be bred."

You gasped as he pressed his cock against you, teasing your opening like you weren't already desperate enough. "H-how," you choked out, "how could you know I need that? Did you know the drug would do this?"

"No," he answered, "this is what you all need. You're just usually too afraid to admit it."

He plunged into you with a sigh, your whole body shaking as he started to fuck you-- not too hard, but not exactly delicate either.

"I didn't know what was in that drug you tried," he went on, "but I suppose whatever it is finally made you realize your purpose. To be bred and claimed."

"Oh god, Crane," you blurted out.

"I think you can call me Jonathan now," he laughed as he leaned down over you, holding your hips tighter. "We might as well be on a first name basis, if I'm gonna get you pregnant."

You purred and arched your back, everything in you crying out for exactly that.

"Such a cute little career woman," he chuckled, "but you're no better than this, are you? Still need a man to fuck some babies into you. Did you always want it to be me? Or will anybody do?"

You'd had a crush on him before, sure, but not exactly the type that makes you want a child-- that was definitely the drugs talking.

"Gonna get you so fucking full," he promised with a groan, "gonna give you every drop until you're pregnant-- think that'll help you calm down?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "fuck, please--"

"Can't wait to see you like that," he smiled, "full with my baby. Tits all swollen and sore... so needy and wet all the time from the hormones-- sort of like this, hopefully a little more rational, though. You're gonna make the prettiest housewife, sweetheart, now that you finally know your place."

[prentisslvr]

Hi thought I'd send in an eddie x reader request if that's okay?? Eddie proposing to reader however he's fairly nervous and all plans go out the window when he sees her coming out of the bathroom or something hair just washed and in her pjs and he thinks it's the perfect moment and proposes right there and then?? Many thanks 😊

I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU

summary: eddie had spent months planning a proposal, only for him to mess it all up when you come out of his bathroom wearing his clothes.

genre: fluff

pairings: eddie diaz x reader

authors note: i didn’t which eddie it was that you wanted as there was two on my list so if you wanted munson request and i’ll write for him too!!

eddie had already lost too much in his life, after he lost his first wife, the mother of his child, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be lucky enough to fall in love again, he wasn’t sure that he deserved it.

that was until he met you.

he’d had the ring for a while now, he hid it in his pocket and around the house during the months he was planning to propose, buck and the team had helped keep it a secret, which he was glad for.

but all his plans flew out the window when he’d seen you come out the bathroom, using his shirt as a nightie, drying your hair with a towel.

“is chris asleep?” you asked, brushing past him to get into the kitchen, throwing the towel into the laundry hamper.

eddie nods, although you aren’t facing him, you smelt amazing, and it wasn’t the first time he’d seen you like this, but something in his wasn’t willing his body to move.

he loved you so much it hurt him, it consumed him, and also apparently made him unable to function.

“eds?” you mutter placing a hand on his cheek, brushing it softly. “you alright, you’re a little zoned out there.” you chuckle.

he blinks himself back into reality, seeing you smile up at him, you knew him better than he knew himself sometimes, and it scared him, but with the way you were looking at him right now, he knew he wanted it to be like that for the rest of his life.

“i think i want to marry you.”

your breathing stops for a moment, “you- uh, you what?”

“i want to marry you.” he says more confident now. shoving his hand in his pocket, his shaky hands, almost dropping the box, he steps back, and gets one one knee.

“i’ve been planning this for a few months.” the man before you admits. “i never exactly planned to propose to you on our kitchen floor or like this.. but you looked so pretty and i kind of feel a little like im on auto pilot right now.” he rambled.

“but i uh— i never thought i would find love till i met you, i come with a lot of baggage, and you, you took me and chris on, and made me fall completely and utterly in love with you, and i know that i want to spend the rest of my life with you, until we’re old and smelly and with a shit ton of grandkids.” he jokes.

you laugh happily, brushing the hair out of his face.

“will you— marry me?”

you pretend to think for a moment, making the man on one knee a little nervous until you nod profusely, chuckling.

“ofcourse you big idiot.” he grins standing up and kissing you softly, smiling into it. “i can’t wait to sent the rest of my life like this.

[folkloresthings]

BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY / CL16.

in which the world’s favourite pop princess becomes tangled in the life of a certain formula one driver, flipping her entire world upside down.

( charles leclerc x singer!au )

track one: lonesome. track two: fast times. track three: nonsense. track four: opposite. track five: how many things. track six: bad for business.

✩⡱ warnings: i don’t think so

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the last comment makes you smile, one last look to the picture of charles on the screen (one you had taken) before you lock your phone, tucking it into the bag on your shoulder. it had been a magical few weeks — that time in a relationship that felt like you were floating, on top of the world. despite all of the comments online, criticism of die hard formula one fans, nothing could touch the pair of you. charles leclerc had swept you off of your feet, and there was nothing you could have done to stop it.

there was a party being thrown that night, one for all of the drivers, a small opportunity to relax after weeks and weeks of racing. lewis had sent you the location, some big nightclub in barcelona that the fia had rented out. full of celebrities, some you knew, some you didn’t. but you knew the drivers, at least.

“y/n!” lando slurs out, stumbling into your view as soon as you’d stepped inside the loud, dark room. the music was pumping, vibrating through your entire body and shaking your chest. you grinned at the young english driver’s evident drunkenness, many drinks ahead of you. “so glad you made it!”

“hi, lando,” you chuckle, patting his damp shoulder. he takes your hand, murmuring something about how nice your dress looked, before dragging you to the area that the driver’s had made themselves comfortable. each and every one of them greeted you kindly, hugging you and kissing your cheek. lewis slung an arm across your shoulder, pulling you into a photo without warning.

“hey! she was my best friend before she was charles’ girlfriend — back off.”

a smile tugs at your lips, fondly leaning into lewis’ grip. as they continue drinking, you make yourself comfortable with the other girlfriends, each of who had taken you under their wing.

“hey, have you seen charles?” you lean across to talk right in lily’s ear, the only way she’d have heard you. her eyes dart around, trying to place the monegasque boy amongst the crowds. she shakes her head, mirroring your previous position.

“last i saw him, he was going to get drinks.”

you send her a grateful smile, getting up to look over to where the bar was. you wanted to see him, desperately. to kiss him again, to have him hold you too close as you dance. as much as you loved lewis and the others, charles was the reason you were here.

excitement danced in your eyes, lovesick as you searched for the boy you’d committed to memory. you find him, right at the side of the bar, waiting for a drink. you push past someone to get closer, widening your view of him. your view of him and another: a brunette girl. she’s got her hand in his hair, her lips dancing near his ear. he laughs at whatever she says, handing her a glass of something.

your heart drops. right from your chest to the floor below you, and even though you haven’t had a drop to drink you swear you could throw up right there. he knew you were coming, didn’t he? either way, he didn’t seem to care. preoccupied with another, too cosy and too close, you want to laugh. how could you have been so stupid?

after minutes of being frozen to the same spot, shaken awake by the salt water that drips down your cheeks. fight or flight kicks in, six inch heels wobbling as you hurry backwards, pushing through everyone once again. tunnel vision to the exit, shoulder crashing roughly with another. a hard grip turns you to look at them, the silhouette of lewis blurred from your teary eyes.

“y/n, what—”

“i have to go. i’m sorry.”

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writer’s note: whoops sorry

[thebearer]

rosé flowing with your chosen family | carmen berzatto x reader|

anyways here's a blurb inspired by my lil friendsgiving i hosted and how i think it would be with carmen bc im delusional in my head lolz

"Carm, look at this for me." You frown, turning the bronzed pumpkin at the center of the table.

"Yeah, one sec," Carmen muttered, turning with the pot in his hand, stirring the whipped potatoes vigorously. "What am I looking at?"

"The table." You tilt your head to the side. "Should I just move the pumpkin? It's too much with the candles, right?" You huff, the tapered candles flickering in their brass holders.

"No, baby, looks nice. Leave it. We can move it if it gets too crowded." Carmen hummed, a tiny curl of his lips had your heart swooning. "Need to go get ready. It's six-thirty."

"I just have to put my clothes on." You wave him off, fixing a napkin so it was centered on the plate, each place card in it's assigned place. "Are you sure you don't need help?"

Carmen shot you a look, rolling his eyes playfully. "No, I got it, alright? Go get ready." He shook his head gently, pushing the asparagus around in the pan.

You scurried behind him, pinching his jean clad ass gently, grinning at how he jumped before pressing a kiss to Carmen's cheek that left him blushing.

Your first Friendsgiving hosted at your place. An apartment a little bigger than Carmen's old one, but still cozy and all your own- the two of you. What better way to spend your first holidays together than to invite your friends over?

You were fussing over the glazed carrots on the counter when Sydney arrived, always early. "Hey," She crept in awkwardly into the kitchen, her head poking around the corner. "I, uh, I brought a dessert."

"Wow, that looks amazing." You grin, taking the dish from her, hugging her briefly in greeting. "What is this?"

"It's-"

"-It's a champagne cake with whipped butter cream frosting and a light raspberry spread." Marcus finished, stepping in behind Sydney, balancing a bottle of wine and his coat. "Don't let her take all the credit. I made it."

"Ok, well, I told you to add the raspberry-"

"-Well, I was the one who made it and added it-"

"-Alright." Carmen huffed, his voice edging on the tone he used at work. "Glad you both are here, alright?. The cake looks amazing."

Marcus whistled dramatically, peering over at the food laid out on the counter tops. "Looks good in here, Chef." He grinned.

"Thanks." Carmen muttered, brushing the rolls with butter, checking the oven again.

"Do you guys want anything to drink?" You ask, pulling the fridge open. "I have rosé or wine or anything?"

"I'll take a glass of rosé." Sydney nodded, shedding off her coat and hanging it over the back of the couch.

"Yeah, better get some now." Carmen snorted lightly. "Before Alicia comes."

"I have her a backup bottle." You smirk, pulling out the bottle proudly. "Alicia and I were watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills reunion, right? And she-" The door closed and you turned, your best friend walking in with a huge grin.

"-And she literally brought her own bottle of rosé." You laughed, shaking your head at her.

"I did." Alicia beamed, hugging you tightly. "Carmen, I promise I will not throw up or sob on your couch this time. I'm very stable now." She grinned at Carmen's huff of laughter.

The kitchen was packed, crammed at the table, laughing and swapping stories over the food. Carmen looked at you, the glow of the candles you insisted having to make it feel more homey- they did. How you were grinning, laughing at Fak and Richie bickering, giggling to your own friends and reminiscing.

For once, the holidays didn't feel like a chore. Carmen had been dreading this dinner, not the cooking or the setting up, but having people in his space. He didn't dare say anything, you were too excited and he'd never ruin your glee like that. Still, for him, the holidays were chaotic, everybody tense and scared.

Not here.

Not next to you, surrounded by all your friends.

Carmen finally got why people loved the holidays so much, why it was the most wonderful time of the year and all that. In his tiny apartment, sitting next to the love of his life, your hand holding his gently under the table, thumb swiping over his knuckles, squeezing it lightly when you'd look at him, eyes crinkling in a smile.

[shun-nie]

Hiyaa!! Im in love with your satosugu fic. If you dont mind, can you write satosugu trying to get reader into their relationship but the reader is oblivious and is a closet fujoshi. So in her head is only satosugu forever and never imagine herself is added in the equation. It would be a great crack fluff in my head but you can go wild for my ideas

-🐣anon

I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA. Sorry if it's too short!! Thank you for requesting!!

SatoSugu x fem!reader

->They were a match made in heaven, who are you to separate them?

!!!!Slight angst to fluff, mostly fluff, reader being oblivious and a yaoi reader😌, crack, swearing, mentions of Shoko x reader!!!!

"Kyaaa~The end was so cute!" you hugged the manga close to your chest as you rolled left to right on your bed. The two male leads fell in love at the end of the manga and chose each other despite everything, you were so happy they ended up together!!!

When you looked at the cover of the manga again, which was a picture of the two male leads holding hands as they walked, you thought of your classmates. The strongest sorcerers, (but still annoying despite being the strongests) Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. They were made for each other, they were in love with each other; you were in love with them, but you had no place to be with them. You told yourself that, if you act like you don't have feelings for them, it would actually go away. But you were wrong, so wrong. You wanted to feel their arms around you, wanted to know how their lips would feel on your skin, you wanted to hold their hands as you walk with them. You wanted everything, but decided that you won't get anything from them for the sake of their love.

You were thinking while looking at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts. What separated you from your thoughts was the notification sound coming from your phone, you grabbed the phone from your nightstand and looked at the screen to see who texted you.

[Sho-chan❤️]

-> I'm sitting at the bench on the garden without a cute girl to keep me company, isn't it sad??

[Y/N-nie🌹]

-> Don't worry dear, the cute girl is on her way!!!😍👍

You chuckled to yourself and you wore an oversized T-shirt on top and a black shorts reaching your knees underneath, Yaga gave you guys a break from the missions, you were happy he did though.

You opened the door of your room and stepped outside, after closing the door behind you and locking it you started to walk towards the garden. It was a sunny day, you were glad you took two cold drinks from your mini fridge before you left. Shoko was sitting on a bench, smoking, with a grey t-shirt and sweatpants on her. You called out her name, she looked at you and smiled. You smiled back and sat beside her, placing her dring on the bench. She took it, you were stting in silence, it was comforting.

"So, how was your day so far?" You asked while taking a sip of your drink, Shoko leaned her head on your shoulder, you didn't mind.

"Better now that you're here." She smiled, teasing you. You laughed, pinching her cheek softly. You were teasing eachother for the next minutes, being playful until—

"Shoko!!!!Y/N!!!!" Satoru called out, both you and Shoko turned your heads towards his voice. Satoru, who had a wide smile on his face, and Suguru beside him were walking towards you two. You heard Shoko sigh, you chuckled and waved to the two. They shared a look before grinning, Satoru bent down and wrapped his arms around you. You let out a confused "Eh?" when he kissed your cheek, Suguru chuckled at your confused expression as Satoru teased you about being a shy little girl. You were confused beacuse Satoru just a girls cheek in front of his own boyfriend, and Suguru was okay with this? Were you missing something?

"Why didn't you call us and tell us you were going to hang out in the garden? Look, Suguru, they're excluding us!!" Satoru dramatically put his hand on his heart and put on a resentful expression, Suguru smiled and pat his shoulder, also acting dramatic.

"Yes, Satoru...They don't want us here, and we called them our best friends!!!" Suguru placed his hand on his heart, you sighed, these two dorks....

"Yes, we don't want you here. We were just about to kiss, so sho sho." Shoko waved her hands towards them like they were some dogs, you laughed, but Satoru didn't seem to like the joke as he frowned. You noticed Suguru looking away from you and Shoko too.

"About to kiss? Ha ha. What a funny joke, Shoko." Satoru rolled his eyes and pouted, he sat next to you and snuggled to your side. Suguru walked to the bench and sat between you and Shoko, Shoko didn't like this and frowned as she told Suguru to sit on the ground which earned a chuckle from Suguru.

"Y/NNNNNNN~ Are you cheating on me with Shoko? You're so meannnnn!" Satoru whined, you were so confused, first he kisses your cheek and now he acts like you two are dating? While his boyfriend is literally sitting next to you? The heck is up with them?

"I don't know about me but you're kinda cheating on Suguru right now..." You said quietly, Suguru smiled and kissed your head. Shoko looked like she wasn't surprised they were being this affectionate towards you, she got up and walked the other way as she lighted up a cigarette. Your eyes widened as you realized you were left alone with these two. 'Oh shit.' you thought.

"It wouldn't be much of a problem if you just beacome ours." Suguru said softly, smiling at you. You let out an 'huh?' as you didn't understand them, Satoru sighed and started to play with your hair. Are they trying to say that they want you in their relationship or? No, no. That's too stupid. They were a match made in heaven, why would they want you?

"You love us, don't you? We realized we both love you too, so become ours will ya'?" Satoru said and kissed your cheek, Suguru flicked his forehead and kissed your lips quickliy as Satoru groaned. You were in shock. Were you dreaming? Oh god, you don't actually want to wake up.

"So?"

"What do you say, love?"

"I—..umm..." Fuck. You were blushing. Fuck this shit.

"I mean...If you two are okay with it...why not..?

You knew what you were getting into when they both smirked.

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(sorry if it's too short😭)

[ssparksflyy]

ours ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader summary: finally going home to see leo after a long day at work ♡ warning(s): tiny swears but like youll be fine word count: 938 a/n: ive had this idea for soso long nd im glad to finally write it :)) also requests r open so send em in ! this is set after the war :D GO LISTEN TO OURS BY TAY

you sighed as you leaned back into your cheap office chair, looking over at the clock on your desk. 4:55. a whine escaped your lips as you realized you had to sit at this godforsaken desk for another five minutes.

"damn, love-struck fool can't even wait another five minutes to see their loverboy?" your coworker asked, turning around in her chair.

"whatever, melody" you said, turning your head in her direction.

she chuckled and paused, "you know, you could do so much better than him."

you turned around in your chair to face her, glaring.

"im just saying, are you really sure he's the one? i mean, he's scrawny, roughed up, and really not that cute." she said, staring at a picture of you and leo you had on your desk, one you'd taken together at a county fair.

'oh but if he were white you'd be fawning all over him' you thought.

"and those tattoos, i mean, he does realize those are permanent, right? like come on, doodle bob on your wrist? i swear, there's childish and then there's your boyfriend."

you were seriously biting your tongue now. you were so tired of people judging leo and your relationship, as if they would even try to get to know him. and you loved his doodle bob tattoo!!

"you sound like my dad, dude" you said, no emotion in your voice.

"well maybe he has i point, i mean personally, i wouldn't really approve if my kid was dating someone-"

you left before she could finish her sentence. your time was no longer hers, it was five p.m. your time belonged to leo now.

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you dropped your bag onto the floor, placed your keys on their hook and slipped off your shoes the second you walked into your apartment.

"leo? where are you?" you called out, dragging your feet.

"in the kitchen!" he shouted, and you headed over.

you walked into the kitchen to see leo making dinner, a smile spreading onto your face as you realized he was making (favorite food).

"hey! how was work today?" he asked, looking up at you with his classic leo valdez smile.

"absolutely horrible, i hated every second" you said, walking over to him and slinging your arms around his waist as you nuzzled your head into his neck, "i missed you."

he chuckled, stopping what he was doing and turning around, pulling you into his chest and giving you a hug.

"really? well what made it so horrible?" he asked, placing a kiss on top of your head.

you groaned and removed your head from his neck to look at him, "well the awkward elevator ride is always a horrible start to the day, you'd think people would learn about something called deodorant by now. then once i got to my desk, my boss called me into her office and asked me to go through some files that needed to be sorted, i didn't mind but you know, boorriinnggg. uh, and then i went back to my desk for the rest of the day and then like just as i was about to leave, melody started bitching again."

he furrowed his eyebrows, "again? gods what was she criticizing this time?"

you looked down, "you."

"me?? what have i ever done to this woman? i don't even know her!" he said, "please tell me you punched her."

"leo, you know if i didn't need this job she would've been in the hospital on life support by now" you said, raising your head and placing a kiss on his cheek.

he laughed, "well don't worry to much about her, she's just jealous. you know people just love throwing rocks at things that shine."

"oh my god when did you become a poet?" you said, pretending to be shocked.

"i heard it in a taylor swift song, okay?" he said, blushing and looking down.

you laughed as you pulled him in close once again.

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that night, you ate real good. you had loved (favorite food) before leo had made it for you, but ever since the time he made some for one of your dates, you were yet to find somebody who made it better than he did. he always claimed his version was better because his was made with undying love and affection, which always made you giggle.

after dinner, you settled down on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. around midway, you stopped paying attention to the movie and started paying attention to leo. you seriously didn't know what you'd done to deserve someone like him. he treated you so well, and loved you in a way nobody else could. you didn't get how people like melody couldn't see that. if anything, you were a little glad they couldn't. that meant that you'd get your perfect repair boy all to yourself. you were the one who would get his toothy smiles, the ones where you were able to see the gap between his teeth that you loved so much. you were the one who would get his homemade meals whenever you came home from work. you were the one who would get to try and figure out the riddles he'd recite. you were the one who got moments like this, moments you wouldn't trade anything in the world for.

leo looked down, noticing that you were staring.

"something wrong?" he asked.

you shook your head, "i just love you so much, leo."

he smiled, "i love you too, (y/n)."

you no longer cared about what other people thought of your relationship. this love was yours, not theirs.

a/n two: tysm for reading!! js somethin short i wanted to get out :)) i fr wasnt able to listen to ours without thinking of this and i was just like ugh i need 2 write this so.. here we are! hope u enjoyed and have a good day/night !!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

[hockeymenarehot]

Oh my god!! The late night call story was amazing can you make a part two please!

Late Night Sex Feat. Bill Kaulitz

ofcourse I can! im glad you enjoyed and i hope you enjoy this one as well!

pairing: best friend!bill kaulitz x fem!reader

summary: this is part 2 of Late Night Calls

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected, sort of rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, name calling (slut, whore), degradation, praise, use of petnames (princess, darling), he calls you pretty girl once, no use of y/n, aftercare, mentions of pain medication, he tries to be gentle but it fails, not proofread ignore mistakes please, lmk if I missed anything! :)

Beep Beep Beep

Three beeps, indicating the call was over. (Or moreover that he had hung up on you) You tapped your phone again to check the time.

4:26 A.M.

You were still trying to wrap your mind around everything that had just happened. I mean, Bill is supposed to be your best friend. You didn't think 'best friends' were supposed to be on the phone at night making each other cum. You remembered the words he'd said right before he hung up "...why don't you come over and see how well you can take my cock?"

Those words rung through your head, making your heart rate speed up and the ache in your core return. Your hand began to slide down your stomach subconsciously, the aching outweighing the sensitivity of your prior orgasm. Right before your hand reached your pulsing cunt, you decided to consider his offer again. I mean, what was the worst that could happen? He was obviously into you, and taking into account how you just drenched your perfectly good bedsheets to the sound of him was probably an indicator that you were into him too.

And honestly, if he could make you squirt just by his voice, the thought of what he could do with his cock had you rubbing your thighs together all over again.

Against your better judgement, you slid your silk nightgown down (which had remained unscathed surprisingly?) and slid a pair of panties on before grabbing your keys and heading out.

It took you a surprisingly short amount of time to reach his place. Maybe due to the fact that you were practically flooring it in anticipation. Being faced with his front door, you quickly thought about the consequences of what you were about to do again. About to take a second to contemplate, the universe apparently decided for you because the door swung open.

"Hey, sweetheart. Decide to take me up on my offer, huh?"

Your heart thrummed in your chest as you took in the sight before you. His hair was slightly dishelved, but still absolutely fucking gorgeous, and his face was dusted with the prettiest shade of pink. He was wearing a black shirt, and apparently decided against pants as he was leaving little to the imagination with how his obvious boner was poking through his boxers.

Feeling vulnerable with how his eyes were practically stripping you and fucking you right there, you mumbled a small "Y- yeah.." and chose to avert his gaze. "Aw, c'mon princess, you don't have to be like that. You think I can't see how your thighs are clenching? I can tell how bad you want this. Now come inside so I can fuck you so hard you won't be able to overthink, or even think at all." He shuffled a little to the side allowing you space to walk in. You drew in a large sum of air, trying to clear your mind. You looked up at him and he gave you a comforting smile, which was all you needed to pick your feet up and walk through the door.

Knocking the air out of your lungs, he spun you around with one arm, keeping it on your lower back so you wouldn't get hurt, and pushed you up against the door. With his other he basically slammed the door shut. You didn't have any time to think about what was going on before he was viciously attacking any skin on your neck and chest. You made a mental note to buy some concealer for tomorrow after you left.

Working his way up your jawline, peppering kisses and biting your skin, he let out subtle groans. The noises he made made you impossibly more wet, and you honestly didn't think you could take the teasing after the show he gave you about an hour ago. You let out a little whimper when you felt his hard cock press against your leg "Please... t- take me." You swore you could feel him twitch beneath you. "Yeah? That's what you want princess? You sure?" You blushed at his consideration for consent, as if you had practically forgot who you were about to get fucked by. "Yes! Please! Just fuck me!" He scoffed at your impatience, as if his cock wasn't twitching at your words. "Patience, darling. I've barely gotten started with you." With that, he picked you up bridal style and walked with you towards his bedroom.

Closing the bedroom door with one foot, he almost threw you onto his bed. You noticed how is bedsheets were clean, which was honestly a bit surprising. He made his way to the foot of the bed, before climbing towards you and hovering over you. He brushed his cool fingers against your cheekbone, making you blush. "Hey pretty girl" He whispered into the shell of your ear. The name made you let out a soft whimper, and you could hear him try to contain a groan in the back of his throat. "Fuck, do you know what you do to me? What you've always done to me?" The last part came out just above a whisper, and all you could do was lie there, awaiting what he had planned for you. Bill quickly lifted his shirt off his head, clearly having waited long enough. In no more than a couple seconds he was completely naked, vulnerable for your eyes to completely take him in. To devour him, just like he was about to do with you. He stroked his completely erect cock three times, letting out a subtle moan with each one. Then, he focused his attention completely on you. And thank God he did, because his actions had you practically panting with want.

Bill took more time with you, wanting to be gentle. It was almost as if he didn't want to break you. He slowly lifted your nightgown up, exposing your bare breasts to him. His hands came up to massage them, twisting and rubbing your peaked nipples. You were beginning to become frustrated with how much time he was taking. You didn't want him to be gentle. You wanted him to fuck your brains out. "Bill... P-please just fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard!" He looked a little taken aback by your words. "Hm, such filthy words from such a pretty mouth. But how could I say no to you? You've been so good to me." It didn't take him long to basically rip your (quite nice) panties off. He took a second to admire your cunt and the way it gushed for him, running a finger through your folds making you gasp. But he wanted to follow your instructions, wanted to please you.

Because you were so wet from your little phone call with him not too long ago, Bill decided you were prepped enough. He flipped you onto your side and laid down on his side behind you. He traced his fingers down your hips before slotting his cock between your legs and abruptly pistoning himself into you, making you cry out. "Ah!" Bill chuckled a little bit at how your body reacted to him. "Fuck, you have such a perfect pussy. I know you've been thinking about this for a while now, thinking about me." He didn't give you much time to adjust to his large length before fucking into you at a brutal pace, trying to find that spot in you that would have you a crying mess. You became suddenly a bit self conscious about how much noise you were making, and how he wasn't making nearly as much noise. You covered your mouth with your hand in an attempt to muffle your sounds. This was to no avail, as Bill immediately caught on. "Ah ah, princess. Needa let me hear your sweet sounds. Needa hear just how much of a whore you are for me." The sudden transition from his sweet petnames to him calling you his whore had you clenching around his cock. "Yeah? You like that? Like when I call you my little slut? Is that what you want? To be my little -Fuck- cumdump?" You whimpered out a meek "Yes!" And he suddenly found the strength to push his cock into you even harder, finding that spot in you that had you crying out his name every time he hit it. Feeling the way your pussy spasmed around him, he reached down in between your legs to rub figure 8's around your clit. He took his other hand to play with the flesh of your breasts, not wanting any part of your body to be untouched by him. "Gonna -shit- cum for me? Go on, cum around my cock like the slut you are." It didn't take too long with how he was touching you and his filthy words to making you cum on his cock with a scream of his name. Your visions was blurry around the edges, and you were practically drooling with the intensity of your orgasm. Bill flipped you over onto your back and began fucking you at an ungodly pace that no human should be able to move at. "Bill! Wait- Ah! I'm sensitive!" This didn't stop him "Don't give me that. I know t-that you can fucking take it. Be a good whore for me." The overstimulation was driving you mad, and you could already feel another orgasm building up in between your legs. You couldn't form coherent thoughts let alone words as Bill shot his cum deep inside you with a large thrust. Soon after you also came with a loud cry, not bothering to stop the tears rolling down your pink dusted cheeks.

"You did so good for me. So fucking good for me." You cringed as he pulled out, hating the feeling of being suddenly empty. He began to walk away to get some water and some pain medication that you would probably find useful for your soreness. "Wait- don't leave." He grinned at you before pulling himself up, "Don't worry, I'll be right back." and he walked out the door.

It felt like an eternity before he was back, but he did return as he promised with some ice cold water and some over the counter pain meds. "Here you go, beautiful. You doin' alright? Did you enjoy that?" He spoke gently as he laid back down beside you. "Enjoy it? Bill, you just fucked my brains out. Don't think I'll be walking for a couple days." He smiled at you while he trailed his fingers down your stomach.

"Guess that means I have you to myself for a couple days then too, huh?"

a/n: I tried my best to write something u might find enjoyable! thanks so much for all the love. if you've sent a request just know I've seen it and I'll be working on it! requests are still open because I really love your ideas. be sure to keep sending prompts! <3

[sku11s1asher]

hi! i loved what you wrote for my request 😭 it was so cute, i didn't really specify it bc i forgot but yeah u did it amazing <33

and yeah u can totally make a part 2! actually i was thinking about it bc i can imagine a meeting between furina and the natlan archon while neuvi and reader are just giving glances to eachother 😭 reader looking like a total meanace but in his mind like "damn he's handsome" almost burning his cheeks and the seat lmao

neuvillette x m! reader (part 1)

note: ngl i feel like i do good at posting then smth with school pops up and i don’t post for like a month.. sorry y’all. also please tell me im not the only one who’s been on and off sick for the past month, rn i have a runny nose and a sore throat AGAIN. i just got over that like, barely 2 weeks ago.

tw: y/n is a bit of a weirdo with his thoughts since he doesn’t understand anything w/ love, internal homophobia (not really but kinda?), y/n is all over the place

After centuries of fighting, killing, and not showing emotions to anyone, all that can end because of a guy with beautiful long hair. The more y/n thinks about it, the more embarrassed he gets. He’s known for being a fearless and intimidating warrior, just for that whole facade to disappear just over a man out of all things.

This whole scenario came into place because his nation archon just had to have a meeting with Fontaine's archon, Furina, at least y/n thinks that’s her name. The meeting consisted of figuring out how to make the justice system within Natlan better and a way to make transportation easier between the two nations. y/n didn’t pay attention to the little details, he was only there to ‘protect’ his archon and make sure things went smoothly.

However, he didn’t realize that the other archon would be bringing a guest with her until a day before the meeting. It did tick y/n off a little bit that he would get notified so late but does it really matter? All y/n is doing is protecting and making sure everything doesn’t go south.

Well, it did go a bit south, as soon as Furina's guest arrived, y/n's mouth went dry. That man did things to him that he didn’t even know could happen. Maybe it was the long hair on the other man that made y/n feel warm inside, it definitely couldn’t have been the slight scent he had. No, definitely not.

Okay, y/n takes that back, he feels like he’s getting intoxicated by the proximity of the other male. It wasn’t hard to figure out that the guest, was a dragon, all it took was a quick look and a secret deep breath to figure it out. He had it figured out, his body wasn’t used to being by another dragon, and he hadn’t seen one in what, centuries? This feeling would go away in maybe 20 minutes, hopefully.

20 minutes later and y/n feels like he’s going to light the whole place on fire. His whole body feels like it’s melting, and to no one’s surprise, it’s all due to the long-haired man in front of him. The stranger might genuinely be the hottest person y/n has ever seen in his entire life. That long hair makes y/n want to run his fingers through it, maybe brush it, but that might be a bit too much to think about.

Once y/n saw the man look at him, he quickly looked away, how embarrassing.. he got caught staring hardcore. He took a deep breath before listening back into the conversation, “Ah, yes, I suppose it would do both nations good to do something like that. Maybe combining a bit of power.” the lovey talk of archons, always talking about power; like it’s the only thing that matters to them.

Power is important though, y/n is in the position he’s in right now because of how powerful he is. In complete honesty, he’s probably too powerful for his own good, only knowing how to use it to protect his nation from people deemed as enemies; even if they aren’t in the public eye. Power rules everything at the end of the day, nothing can function without power.

The more he listens into the conversation, the more he realizes he was glad he was never born as an archon; he’s been around one most of his life and it’s always been boring. Listening in did provide small details though, like the mysterious man’s name.

While y/n was somewhat able to keep his focus off of the other dragon in the room, he managed to not burn anything. But, he had a feeling his archon caught on as they gave him a questionable look; it was a very subtle one that only he could catch onto but it was obvious they knew something. Nothing is going on though, right? The man can’t help it if he gets a bit flustered whenever he remembers Neuvillette is near him.

Gosh, y/n probably looks like a blushed teenager who just confessed to his crush. Well, he at least thought he did. To everyone else though, he looked like he was on guard and was going to fight anyone who even took a step too close to his and the Natlan archon's bubble. y/ns hand accidentally gazed at the chair near him, which caused the leather to burn where his touch was. Good thing no one was looking, right?

y/n couldn’t wait any longer for this meeting to be over, his brain was thinking too many things while he was focusing on every single move everyone else did. It would be overwhelming for anyone who wasn’t trained and as skilled as he was, but that tiny overwhelming feeling didn’t compare to how fast his heart was beating. y/n hoped the other male couldn’t pick up how he was feeling, thankfully Fontaine's archon seemed to be happy with the deal she and the other archon came up with.

In Neuvillette's mind, he could tell that the fire dragon was on edge. He could also tell how much the dragon was staring at him, it was a little nerve-racking. Once Neuvillette caught a glance at the chair that was touched, it made him a bit surprised but he didn’t show it. Maybe he would talk to the other male after the meeting, for work-related things of course!

[cheri-2047]

Helloooo do you write for aventurine from hsr?

If you do, would it be possible to request an aventurine x gn reader where he tries to comfort the reader who has religious trauma? If that's a little too complicated then something like aven trying to comfort the reader when they were suddenly reminded about their trauma from parents.

I'm really just desperately trying to make myself feel better 😭 anw the decision is still up to you <3 I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope that you stay safe and healthy, take care!! 💞💐

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 I LOST MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYTHING 😞😞 I’d love to write this for you but I’m not so sure on what religious trauma is so I focused on reader getting triggered by their parents instead, I hope that’s okay. Please don’t hesitate to comment if I mischaracterized him, this is based off what I see online since I don’t play hsr, thank you!

Aventurine comfort:

TAGS: slight mentions of self harm, hair pulling (out of stress) angst, fluff and comfort at the end

CHARACTERS: Aventurine

You were on your way home after meeting up with your parents. It’s been awhile since you last saw them so you thought you’d pay them a visit.

They welcomed you with open arms and were very glad that you came over, your mother excitedly sharing new stories of what’s happened while you moved away and your father just simply listening to you two.

Everything was smooth sailing, you had fun with them, sharing laughs and all until it all went down the drain.

“haha…” you chuckled it off. You hated hearing about the incident that had happened. Your parents brushed it off by now as a joke, but to you it was anything BUT that.

you continued to catch up to them, holding up a smile to get away the memories that ran through your brain.

stop stop stop

You clenched your hands tightly, continuing to laugh along with the “jokes” your parents made. You couldn’t stop thinking about it now, everything that happened, everything that you worked so hard to forget, all of it GONE just because of a few simple words.

“I might be home a bit late sweetheart, please don’t stay up waiting for me. Love you”

Your phone buzzed, a message from your boyfriend, Aventurine.

perfect.

You took this to your advantage, deciding it was a good excuse.

“Ah I need to go home, sorry mama, urgent things at work.”

You made a white lie. You knew it was a bad thing to lie, it would make you a sinner, but you would do anything right now to get away from that so called ‘home’

“I hope you visit again, we love you”

Your father kissed you on the forehead, before both waving off.

You quickly shuffled to your car, driving as fast as you can away from your parent’s home. You were thankful for your boyfriend’s text, not only can you have alone time but you also were able to lie with getting home.

You drove faster, the music louder, anything to try and get the flooding memories away. You clenched the wheel tightly, taking rough turns, completely ignoring your surroundings.

shut up shut up shut up shut up

please.

You reached your home, running to your bedroom, your safe place.

You opened the television, had your snacks around you and all but for some reason, nothing would work. The thoughts still lingered at the back of your mind, the unspoken memories, the things you’ve tried to hard to forget.

Little did you know, you ended up spiraling. Your eyes on the TV, your mind elsewhere. It all came back too quickly, too much for you, the way you were treated, the rules you were forced to have, the life you so desperately wanted to escape, and it felt like you were back. “…y/n… y/n? Hey hey-“

you got started by the sound, only to realize you had been pulling your hair a lot,

“ah- y-you’re back earl-“

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, Aventurine pulled your hands away from your hair,

“Shh, shh… there there”

he rubbed his hand on your back, you leaned into his touch, before looking down to see blood on your fingernails. “What happened?”

Aventurine pulled away, cupping your cheeks and rubbing your hand, careful not to touch the skin you picked.

You didn’t even notice it, but you were crying. You had tears run down your face as if your eyes were waterfalls.

“I visited my parents today”

“mh…did they do anything?”

“they just…mentioned something and I got triggered and started spiraling I guess…”

as you spoke, aventurine started to wrap some bandages around your fingers.

“What did they say?”

(cutting this part off here so you can like…. Explain to him ykyk. He doesn’t know much of your trauma so u explain that you went through that before)

“Oh sweetheart…”

he wiped your tears and kissed you on the cheek, before hugging you and hurrying your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know that’s ever happened, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to remember…”

he frowned and pulled you closer,

“I’m sorry…. If you’re up to going to your parents again, I’ll be here to accompany you. If you don’t, then that’s alright, I understand.”

he kisses the top of your head multiple times, hoping to sooth you with his affection.

He intertwined his hand with yours as he continues to speak reassuring words. “I am always here for you, alright my dearest? If you feel triggered by anything ever again, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I’m never ‘too busy’ for you or any of that. I love you”

you smile as he tells you how he has your back and how he will never leave and swear to always protect you. As you stop crying, he starts to clean up the snacks you left and comes back with more of your favorite foods.

“I got some before I left work”

he chuckles, lying next to you on the bed as you two stayed in the comfort of each others arms.

“I love you, I always will and I will never stop.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, pulling away to see your smile, which makes him smile as well.

A/N: OKAY… so I tried to make it like him as much as I could, I think he’s the type to gen take things seriously in scenarios like this, and the part where he like… pushes(?) your head to his neck for comfort, that means a lot since I hc him to not like being touched there or anyone touching him there either, so yeah. Thanks for requesting and I hope this is ok!! Comments are appreciated (for tips, if I mischaracterized or just to say hi) I hope ure okay dude, if you want more of these feel free to request

[strwberri-milk]

Just read one of your ao3 fics and immediately came here. Could you possibly do Kaeya's first reaction to reader squirting for the first time?

ooo nice!! i didnt konw if people would really see my tumblr from my ao3 so im glad to hear that <33 also i. literally just accidentally posted this so people who sent asks before this/a few days ago YES i have your asks i just forgot to save this as a draft im sorry ;-;

One thing about Kaeya is he is incredibly diligent in whatever he does. He does everything to 100%, even if it doesn't seem like it. What his priorities are is an entirely different matter.

This is doubly so whenever it comes to you. He adores you with every fiber of his being, loving to be around you and spend time with you and learn what makes you laugh and smile. Making you happy is the only thing he thinks he's okay with doing for the rest of his life.

When you first began to spend nights at his place he liked to try and rile you up, see what kinds of things get you going and how to make you a flustered mess. It was a fun past time of his and he really quite enjoyed it.

Once you started having sex with him you realised fully the true extent of his devotion to you. He used his body to make you melt under his hold, desperate for more and more of him. It didn't matter how much you pushed against him, as long as you didn't tell him no, he had no issues working over the edge over and over again.

His favourite was to see how much overstimulation you could take after a bout of edging before the only thing you could say was his name, body shaking as sweat ran down your skin that he couldn't help but kiss. The way your hands trembled in his as he held you could make him rock hard in an instant, gently nosing against you with the light ask of "again?" in that soft husky voice you could never resist.

All of his experimentation paid off one night in a big way, and the only way you could describe his reaction was excited. You knew in you'd never rest again after this joint discovery, but the way he pulled you into his chest made you not mind too much.

"Fuck, you're doing so good," Kaeya pants into your ear, ramming into your used hole over and over.

Your nails are scratching against his chest, pressed up against him in a way that would be uncomfortable were it not for him stealing any coherent thought you could have with the way he's fucking you. It's endless, almost maddening but you can't help the way your body reacts. His hands hold your hips still, forcing you to take whatever it is he wants to give you as your knees weakly rest against his waist.

"Mmn, Kaeya -" you keen, feeling another orgasm beginning to crest.

He was fighting for this one, feeling you on the precipice for a while now but for some reason, he wasn't yet able to push you over the edge. Now that it was coming again, he had to just have it. Your walls were clenching so tightly over him and you were biting your lip again, trying to hide your moans from him but he would just have to ignore it for now.

Kaeya is relentless, sitting up and pushing your thigh towards your chest so he can mount you better, watching as your body bounces against the sheets hungrily. There's nothing he loves the sight of more and when your expression begins to shift he knows he has you.

He fucks you through the orgasm, chasing his own peak as he feels your arousal soak his pelvis. The sound you make and the feeling is so erotic it makes him cum on the spot, almost collapsing onto you as his hips continue grinding into you slowly.

"You fucking squirted," he huffs into your ear, almost offended you held out on him.

"Why are you mad at me?!" you retort, brain too fuzzy to think right as you smack his face in retaliation.

"Have you never done that before?" You shake your head and an evil grin spreads across his face as he flips you over, pulling your back into an arch as he manages to get his half-hard cock inside of you.

"Really? I'll see how many times I can make you do it then," he practically growls at you, brutal pace starting up again.

[sushis-wild-imagination]

UNDER THE STARS

Seungcheol X Reader

Seventeen Masterlist

Genre: Friends, fluff, domestic

note: Im open to requests!

"(Y/N)! Come out fast" You hear seungcheol's voice call out for you.

"Coming!" You yell as you slip on your shoes and head out.

It was a chilly night, you clutched your jacket. Seungcheol was on break, he came back to his roots, back to the quiet place he grew up in with his grandmother for bit. You were classmates, you ran into him a week after he arrived.

He remembered you and rest was history you and him would meet up every night to take a walk under the stars. It was peaceful. It had been almost two months of him being around and you were getting used to him, a friend to hang out with.

The mental state you were in before he arrived, you could have totally used a friend. You were glad you bumped into him that day and you were grateful he was around.

You would talk about absolutely anything under the night sky.

"Do you miss Seoul?" You ask him after walking a distance in silence.

"A little, I got used to the city life I guess, but this trip definitely brought back a lot of memories"

He had told you before, being nostalgic made him feel like a normal quiet boy again, you were glad you could make me feel that way.

"Remember how in elementary school, this boy, 'proposed' to me and suddenly the whole class was a part of a wedding" you almost got married in elementary school. You laugh thinking about the incident.

"Of course I remember, I even fake cried" he laughs recreating

"He's a hot shot lawyer I heard" you update him randomly. "Really?"

You nod, "yeah, maybe I should've just married him then" you joke and chuckle at the thought.

"I'm way better now" you hear Seungcheol say subconsciously.

“Oh yeah international celebrity SEVENTEEN” You tease him further.

He only chuckles at that. “Your fans definitely love you, I’ve seen a lot of messages on weverse, they’re..” you look for the right words, “passionate”

You walk in silence for a bit looking at the snow around you. You can hear the crickets chirping, it was that silent. Seungcheol leads you to a bench on the trail and you both sit down. You clutch your jacket closer as chills roll down your spine. You look up to Seungcheol looking right back at you. His hands immediately travel to your jacket zipper and he zips it up for you. You were startled a little and jumped back.

“I have something to tell you”

Your heart races, nothing good has ever come out of conversations that start like this. Your heart sinks and your lips go dry.

“What is it?” You look over at him, summoning all courage.

“I have to go back to Seoul tomorrow” he says and as if right on cue you get another chill.

“Are you alright?”

There was a weird silence before you could speak up. You nod at him, letting him know you were alright. A sudden sense of sadness flashes over you. You realise you’ll miss him. You realise how different your lives are. Everything happens at once.

“Thats good, you keep telling me how you miss your members, I’m sure they miss you too” you say half heartedly. As much as you wanted him to return to his family. You didn’t want to let go just yet.

“I’ll miss you” you hear him say. This suddenly didn’t feel like a friend talking to a friend. You look up a little shocked.

“What?”

“I’ll miss you. I wish I could take you with me”

“What are you talking about?” You chuckle nervously.

He gets off the bench and extends his hand for you to hold, gesturing you to get off as well.

“Makes me sad to leave you here (y/n). You’ve become a part of my routine, I don’t like that I have to leave you”

“What are you saying, we’re friends we’ll keep in touch” you playfully and nervously hit his arm, not sure what to expect.

He turns around and stop, he was too close to your face causing you to jump back and falling straight on your butt.

“That hurt” you say slowly getting up and dusting off the dirt on your jeans. Seungcheol helps you up and slithers his arms around your waist as soon as you’re on your feet.

“Phew, is this a drama? What are you doing” your hands are now on his chest.

“I like you, lets date (Y/N)”

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a crush on Seungcheol, but the only thing that stopped you before was to not come off as someone that is using him for his name so you never thought of him in a romantic way to even get your hopes up. Now that he said it himself, changed everything for you.

"Im scared" you say and he chuckles.

"Of what?"

You couldn't answer.

"Your fame"

He looks serious. it's a real possibility. His fame is intense and dealing with all the issues that come with it, the distance, the busy schedules it was too much for someone ordinary as you.

"But..." you start, taking a deep breath.

Seungcheol looks expectant.

"I like you"

A smile creeps up his face.

"Then I'll figure out the rest," he puts the strand on your face behind your ear.

"But..."

"How about we just focus on liking each other" he says and that reassures you, cupping your cheek.

That makes you go soft. He's right. There's no point over thinking this. You like each other, that's all that should matter.

"Okay I trust you" you get on your toes and kiss his cheek, it felt cold.

His face turned red while you pull away.

"Good"

[oneshlut]

Hey!! I absolutely ADORE your writing, it makes me so happy!!! I happen to be a sucker for our favorite nerd, and you write super good for him! May i ask for general datting headcanons? Like what its like to date him???? Thank you!!!<3

A/N: ohhh, i was WAITING for this one!! i loveee dating hcs. i'm assuming you mean dr. flug, in which i am always happy to write for him! thank you so much for the request! im so happy you enjoy my works!! c: (also flug may be just a teensy bit autism-coded...)

The Doctor Is Out (Dr. Flug x Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: General Dr. Flug dating headcanons/What is dating Dr. Flug like?

You thought he was a nervous wreck before? You've never seen him on a date. Before a date, for that matter.

After asking you out to a museum that recently opened outside the Hat Island, he dragged himself to his room and.. screamed into his pillow. Leaving 5.0.5. decently concerned.

He paced around his lab, wracked with anxiety. Oh god, oh god--what is he going to do?! Did he still look alright?? He paused his anxious strides to look at himself in his full-body mirror that he practically pulled out of nowhere. I guess he looked alright-? Or did he need to change his shirt again? Oh--crap he should probably take off his gloves.. or should he? He's always had normally sweaty hands, not including his nerves getting the best of him.. Yeah, the gloves are staying on.

Not to mention how Demencia is teasing him every minute she gets while Flug is writing out a plan. Yeah, you heard me right, this faceless man has an entire 24-step written plan for this date. He can't go without a plan, right? He doesn't want to mess up in front of you, either..

Some ridiculous, unreasonable, irrational part of him thinks maybe you won't show up. Obviously, he doesn't know any better to know how much you love him. Then again, if he knew, I don't think he'd last.

The museum went way better than he expected! There just happened to be a jet plane exhibit, and suddenly his 24-step plan has made its way to a nearby trash can. Don't get me wrong, his nerves were definitely still there, and not going anywhere anytime soon. He was just glad that he didn't draw you away with his possibly unending rambling about different types of aircraft.

The two of you stayed in the museum until it closed at 4 p.m. The time seemed to fly by, and at some point during the date you had held his hand. Poor Flug was too distracted, that he only noticed your interlocked hands when the both of you were leaving the building. He's blushing like a maniac now. As if the red tint on his face couldn't get any worse, before you left, you kissed him on his cheek. You kissed him on his cheek. His bones turned to ice, frozen in place. Later that night, he couldn't get his mind off of you. He's not washing his bag for a while. Not like he washed it in the first place.

So, you two are dating! In a relationship! Dr. Flug refuses to believe it, but every morning kinda forces him to. Though, sometimes he gets a bit overwhelmed with the attention, so when this happens, you give him the day to compose himself again.

He's happy with the attention, though! More than happy, he's honestly never received such affection before and.. he enjoys it.

Some days, you'll just have hang-out dates! For example, Dr. Flug is undergoing a heavy project and asks you to come over for comfort. He'll even ask you for help with his experiments from time to time! Don't worry, he wouldn't involve you in anything too dangerous, he's not cruel. Well, not to you..

If we're talking about Dr. Flug here, at least one date has to go wrong. Thankfully, it's almost never his fault. He's, unfortunately, slightly popular with heroes. Not that he, himself, as a villain is popular, but rather him being known under the Blackhat name has drawn in some unwanted attention from heroes.

What does this mean for the two of you? Well, worst case scenario, a hero has such a huge grudge against Flug that they are determined to ruin your date. According to Dr. Flug, there's only a 1.117% chance of this happening, so you shouldn't have to worry too much.

Afterwards, he feels horrible that your date went to crap. He apologizes profusely, even if you forgive him in the first place, he'll continue to feel bad. All he wants is for you to be happy, and it feels like he's failed you. But the fact that you're still here with him is more than enough proof that you're far from giving up on him, if ever.

On days where you would stay inside with him, whether it be a stormy night or just a long day for you, sometimes he'd turn around from whatever he was working on when you don't respond to him, and he'll find you resting peacefully next to 5.0.5. The sight warms his heart, as he moves to grab a blanket for you, and dims the lights in his lab slightly.

With you asleep, and now with him and nothing to work on, he now has time to think. And for some reason, no thoughts come to him. Surprising to his usually busy brain.

One thought came to him, eventually. Watching you rest soundly in the now dim-lighted room, your chest lifting up and down with your soft breaths, made him realize how lucky he truly is.

Then, he came up with an idea. He didn't want your dreaming to be disturbed, did he? He grabbed a piece of notepaper, tape, and a marker. Opening his door slightly, he taped up the scratch-made sign titled:

"The Doctor is Out"

[eddiemunching]

I need some enemies to lovers type but it happens during hate sex, loosely based off of a friends with benefits relationship.

It’s very heavily just Eddie and reader speaking angrily towards each other with sex happening in the background lmao. NOT PROOFREAD IM SORRY

Warnings: 18+ !!!! swearing, slut shaming, degrading, hate sex, Eddie is kind of mean sorry but he makes up for it, unprotected sex!

The Start Of Something - Eddie x Reader

Eddie made sure to give you hell. Reminding you that no one else could do this for you like he could. Punctuating the fact that, despite you coming to him to make yourself feel better, he could use you back. Mumbling many curses and praises while still pounding roughly into you.

“I wonder who taught you how to take dick so well.” Eddie chuckled softly. “I’d love to pat him on the back”

All you could do is respond with pants and muffled whimpers, attempting to push back against Eddie with shaking legs. “I’m so glad I found a way to shut you up, it’s a nice break from listening to your snarky comments.” Eddie hovered above your ear.

“You’re talking too much.” You mustered out in between deep breaths.

“I can tell you’re enjoying this.” He grunted into your skin. “I feel you tighten up every time a word leaves my lips, you slut.”

“I’m-m not a slut.” You spat out. “Fuck you.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled. “How do you explain the threesome we had with Steve. You took two dicks and still wanted more.”

“I just like to keep busy.” You replied, pushing your ass back against Eddie to match his pace.

“Is that what you tell Steve every time you sneak back to me?”

“It’s not like he’s my boyfriend — or you.” You stop. “I can do what I want.”

“So you’re just gonna find someone to fuck every time you get heartbroken.”

“You’re lucky you were available when I needed it.” Smacking sounds are the only background to the heated conversation, echoing loudly behind your harsh words. “I talk to plenty of guys.”

“No one’s doing it like me, sweetheart.” Eddie barks back. “There’s a reason you still come here while you’re dating one of those guys you talk to.”

“Do you want me to regret coming here, the only pussy you can get?” You pretended to move out of the position you were currently in, chest pressed to the bed and your hips held in place by Eddie’s rough hands. “I’m sure Steve, or maybe even Billy, would come pick me up if I asked.”

Eddie’s grip on your hips tightened at the mention of the other men he knew you were very familiar with. “You better hope, for your sakes, your future husband is okay with whoring you out like this. I know you’d die without all the extra attention fucking multiple men gives you.”

“I know I’m your dream girl, Munson.” You string out his name with a teasing tone. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Enlighten me.”

“You’re the only one I’ve been with in the past six months.” You lifted your head up. “I never even slept with Billy, it was a stupid rumor. Steve is cute but he’s too nice and gentle.”

“We both know gentle isn’t your scene.” He makes sure to pull you flush against his skin, in the deepest position possible. “It’s a shame you’re just a toy to me.”

You knew he was winding you up, getting you flustered enough to admit even more revealing secrets that he would use against you next time. “If that’s the case, why haven’t you dated anyone?”

He stopped his movements altogether, still inside you. “What?”

“You can’t seem to find a girlfriend.” You said, turning your head to meet Eddie’s eyes with your own. “Why is that?”

“You think I have time when you’re constantly on my ass begging to be fucked all the time?”

“I don’t think that’s the real reason.” You pull yourself off of Eddie slowly, maintaining eye contact. Pushing him on his back, you climb on his thighs to straddle him before letting him sink in again. “You like me, right?”

“How can I like a slut like you?” He seethed through his teeth. “You’re not exactly girlfriend material.”

“Are you saying guys won’t like me because I’m used?” You said, still riding him at a slow pace.

“Exactly, what do you think slut means.” He grinned at you.

“If I recall correctly.” You paused. “You did this to me.”

“Yeah?” He continued to smile. “I ruined you?”

His hands fell to your waist, moving you faster and putting himself back in control. “You fuck me too good, can’t go to anyone else.”

Satisfied with your answer, Eddie moved his hands to your face, gently moving hair out of your eyes and forehead. “I’m glad only I get to see tears running down your pretty face.” He said, finishing deep inside of you with no warning.

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked curiously as Eddie cleaned you up with a soft towel, patting your sweat up and mess up.

“You’re the prettiest.” He said fixing your hair. “Always have been.”

[dalliesque]

🍿 How Sweet — Dohoon TWS

3. first date day written!

[ 870 words, not proofread, LOTS of time skip]

the waited day is finally here, you've arrived to your new work place. taking a last look in your small mirror, closing it and breathing in the air around you. 'slow and steady' you breath deeply once again mustering up courage, entering the dimly lit building.

—

"everyone please welcome y/n summer. dear, i've assign you to be part of the usher team, though during the week training dohoon summer is gonna help you learn more than just ushering. that'll include sound check, preparing snacks, ticketing and a whole lot more. understood?"

"yes sir." you nod, taking a mental note at all that's been informed to you. mr kim wraps up the short meeting leaving you in the room with dohoon and some other coworkers. summer is used to refer people working in the summers or part-time, you find it adorable and odd at the same time.

"hi! do you remember me? im bae."

"noona this is anton!"

"im juyeon, can i call you noona?"

you greet all of them giddily, glad to find the people from yesterday's group. time went by fast and now it's time for the training to start. "we're so sorry, are we yapping right now? you must've been so uncomfortable" you smile softly, replying with a reassuring tone. "it was lovely listening to you guys talking, plus i got some more information about the cinema right?"

"that's true but—" "it's about time for the training, we better get going." dohoon cuts short of the talks. you purse your lips, bowing at the other coworkers following dohoon out of the meeting room. you sigh feeling way better than inside of the small room. it's not like you didn't enjoy talking to them but, there's something suffocating about one of them that you can't put your hands around. it was the guy named juyeon.

"if you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell them. they talk too much." dohoon speaks nonchalantly, glancing your way. "oh it's nothing, i really enjoy hearing them talking." you brush the thoughts off, convincing yourself it's nothing much.

"was it juyeon? i'll make sure you won't see him that often during the training"—"it's really nothing you don't need to worry" dohoon sigh, not speaking another word during the whole training session unless it's something you need to learn about.

-

you're now behind the counter, working with your best power to help the elderly couple in front of you. dohoon had finished helping you with ushering, teaching you how the walkie-talkie works, how to communicate with other coworkers, asking for support, and a lot of other things you should know as an usher now the last training of the day is to work with ticketing. fortunately, an elderly couple walked in today helping you learn more about it. usually, most younger people would've just bought their tickets through the online service provided, but elderly people wouldn't be very familiar with that. prefering the offline way instead.

after a while, dohoon's gaze drifts away from your work and onto your face. He notices the way your brow furrows in concentration, the slight pout of your lips as you focus on your work. his heart skips a beat as he realizes just how much he loves seeing you like this. 'she's so pretty- wait what, no! kim dohoon get yourslef togheter she's just a coworker!' dohoon ponder, sighing at his sudden thoughts.

"oh, im sorry. did i do something wrong?" you panic, thinking you've done something wrong to make him sigh like that. "oh um it's nothing. i was just thinking about something. you're doing good." dohoon silently screams inside of his head, cursing as he's distracted by your concentration in your work. he finds it rather attractive.

"i'll leave you for a moment, i got a call from manager kim." "okay! take care." dohoon left, using manager kim's request as an excuse to get away from the woman that made his heart pounding.

"noona! whoaa... you look like a professional!" anton walks into the counter, nudging you by the side. "ah, it's nothing. im new, after all." you rub your nape, fluster at the sudden compliment. "still better than me, you know ! when i started working part-time it took me 2 weeks to understand just ticketing." anton sighs, leaning towards the counter. "never again." you chuckle, patting his back.

"oh, a customer, you should tackle this noona! i'll be here when you need me." anton wink, stepping behind to let you train yourself.

you welcome the customer. the customer appears to be very, very rude, with the overwhelming demands you try your best not to cry right then and there. you look back, finding anton smiling 'need help?' he mouthed. you nod grateful at the help. "anton summer, can you help with this customers request and usher them?" you mouth a 'thank you' to him, receiving a smile in return.

-

"thank you for today dohoon summer, i'll see you again tomorrow."

"hmm. do you need a ride?" "it's fine, maybe next time." you smile at the offer, rejecting it politely. "alright then see you tomorrow y/n summer. text me when you arrive."

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