#trust me im just as dumbfounded

[raylasrightbraid]

call me frederick weidman bc GUESS WHO PUT CALLUM AND RAYLA’S THEME TOGETHER

if you dont know what im talking about click here

[thepitlanepress]

I DON'T LIKE IT –

↳ lando norris + bestfriend!reader

⌗ :: masterlist

⌗ :: a/n: im actually in a lando phase (maybe its bc i f1 is gone for months) but its effecting me so much so im blessing you all with JEALOUS/POSSESSIVE LANDOOOO AHHEHE. merry christmas my lovelies <33 (also if this is bad im sorry i was extremely tired when i wrote this lol)

usually you don't like going out with lando. the clubs, partying, drinking it wasn't exactly your scene.

so when he insists you come out with him to celebrate the constructors championship, you can't exactly say no. hence, the short fitting black dress, and nicely done, hair and makeup that you've put on. when you go out, you go out, it just doesn't happen very often.

"are you nearly done?" lando's voice calls out from the living room as he waits for you.

"yeah, i'm coming now," you call back, walking down the stairs and mentally preparing yourself to talk and interact with people.

you grab the car keys off the small table in the hallway and make your way into the living room your footsteps announcing your presence to lando, he turns around and slightly falters in his movements when he sees you.

"uh, wow, okay," he says looking you up and down slowly, his eyes raking over your body.

"what?" your brows bunch and you look down at your outfit. "i thought it looked good, is there something wrong?"

"uh... no, no, you look amazing, i just wasn't expecting you to look so nic-"

"you weren't expecting me to look nice?" you raise your voice playfully.

"no, no, no i- uh- no- look... shit," lando mutters looking down and shaking his head. "you look amazing, seriously. i just forgot how well you can pull off a black dress."

you smile, and chuck the keys towards him, "i can pull off anything lando norris, even you. and that's not something everybody can do." you wink and walk back out through the hallway to the car.

"you can pull off me?"

"yeah, not every girl can have lando norris on her arm and still be the centre of attention. there are perks to being your best friend you know."

"and there are perks to being yours," lando says unlocking the car and sliding into the drivers seat. you feel the safest when he's driving, always trusting him when he's behind the wheel.

"oh really?" you ask looking over at him. "like what?"

"you," he murmurs backing out of the driveway. you don't hear him though, too distracted by a text you received from your sister.

–––

he didn't like it, you could tell. was it the murderous looks he was sending in the direction of the guy's - who's name you've already forgotten - or was it the looks he was sending you, heated and something else? both probably.

he wasn't even focused on the crowd around him dancing and drinking their nights away.

when the guy started getting too handsy that is when you felt lando's hand wrap around your waist and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach - which you promptly ignored.

"leave her alone, mate. she's mine," lando's voice comes out harsh his anger directed towards the man who steps back apologising - typical of him to only step back when another man steps in.

"oh sorry, i didn't know," he slurs and walks off, most likely to go puke in some poor person's handbag.

you're about to spin around in lando's arms and thank him for rescuing you but you stop short at the expression on his face. "what?" you look down at your outfit. "is it the same thing from earlier? what's wrong?"

"i don't like it."

"don't like what?" you ask furrowing your brows.

"when other people touch you," he responds quietly his voice low and tempting. thats new.

"oh," you reply slightly dumbfounded. in all your years of knowing lando norris you've always had hidden feelings for him, sure there were points when said feelings were buried deep deep down, but they were always there.

and you always thought they were never reciprocated but they way lando is looking at you right now is... something new. something you like... a lot.

"i don't like people thinking they can just touch you. they can't. because you're mine not theirs. you're my best friend. you're my person. you're not theirs to touch or hold or flirt with, because you're mine."

his arms tighten around your waist as if he's expecting you to run away at any moment.

"oh my," you breathe. "i don't know what to say."

"tell me you feel the same way, tell me that i can be yours, because you're mine, and i'm not letting you go anytime soon."

"possessive are we?" you chuckle trying to diffuse the tension because he's probably drunk, he's going to wake up in the morning and apologise about this insisting he doesn't know what he was talking about and how sorry he was.

its happened so many times before.

your heart gets crushed every time. so you don't go out with him to avoid it.

but tonight this feels different.

"i haven't had a sip of alcohol tonight, this is the most clearheaded i've ever been in a long time... please talk to me."

"lando," you whisper. your heart is teetering on the edge of being shattered to pieces and finally telling the truth. you're walking a thin line between the two hoping to fall on the right side. "i don't want this to be like those other times when you wake up in the morning apologising for what you say."

"i never meant those apologies. i remember all those nights, i lied," he breathes swaying with you to the music. "i freaked out in the morning because you would always want to talk about what happened, and your face was always so distrusting so i shut it down pretending i didn't know what happened."

"really?" you're tilting on the line, swaying from side to side waiting for the words that are going to make or break you.

"really. i've been in love with you ever since the day you stopped to pick a flower that reminded you of me."

"lando," you give him a look. "that was like the second time we met."

"and i've been yours ever since." he smiles at you, his eyes filled with clear adoration, which quickly turns to a pissed off look when someone steps up behind you and asks for a dance. "piss off mate, we're clearly talking."

you smile and don't even bother to look back at the man, everything you've ever wanted is standing in front of you and offering himself on a platter for you. and you're tired, so tired of staying on the ledge between friends and more,

so you take the leap.

pulling him imperceptibly closer you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly whispering in his ear, "i'm yours too."

you can physically feel his body relax and mold around yours - a perfect fit of course.

if you fall, it will hurt for sure, but this moment, right now; flying with him, together, will be worth it if you do.

2024 © thepitlanepress | please do not steal, use, translate or repost any of my works

[romaevelizz]

˖ ࣪⊹Supervision

T. IIDA x Fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹

Sum: Your class rep supervising you while studying, but even with supervision not a lot gets done..

Warnings: suggestive themes! Kissing, touchy feely stuff, fluff, not proofread.

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

“I don’t wanna do this..” your groaned your face falling into the book.

A sigh could be heard from next to you, you left your face turn making eye contact with the class pres. “ You have to be ready for tomorrow.” He spoke his hand adjusting his glasses.

“But it boring— what if-.” She started.

“No. You have notes to take Mr. Aizawa had I trusted me to supervise you. You’re the one who got in trouble Y/n.” He spoke.

It’s true you had gotten in trouble you might have been caught out past curfew, to be fair it wasn’t the most terrible study session Tenya was your boyfriend the only thing that made it bad was he was giving you the cold shoulder he was upset. You knew better even worse you got caught.

“I know, I’m sorry Ten…” you mumbled, your body scooting closer to him.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, you just have to follow the rules.” He spook, his red eyes looking at you.

He looked good upset, you hated he was upset at you but god did he look good. “Can I make it up to you some how..” you spoke your voice soft, your eyes till with his as your hands trailed up his thighs.

“No.” His voice hard as he grabbed your wrist.

You only rolled your eyes. “Don’t be like that..” you spoke leaning forward your face close to his.

His brow corked “we’re still at school behave.”

You smiled, his hands moving from your wrist to your elbows. “Just one..” you whispered standing up over him.

He knew what your were doing, he didn’t like it but again it was just you two, alone in an extra study room at the school.

“One.” He said.

“Yay!” You replied leaning down your hands meeting his face, your glossy lips meeting his soft ones.

And one turned into two, three, four oh and how you were on his lap. Tenyas hands pressing against your back, his lips intertwined with yours.

“I thought you just wanted one..” you spoke breathlessly.

“I did.”

“You pulled me into your lap Tenya.”

Only a grunt as he continued to kiss you his hands trailing down you back his big hands gripping your hips, his hands soon slipping under the sides of your skirt, his fingers digging into your flesh.

Your hips adjusting as he massagesed your hips. Your lips never leaving his.

“Behave.” He spoke, his hands holding your hips still.

The kissing became more intense and he forgot about holding your hips, the care for studying lefty iid as mind as he make out with you. The quiet moans you let out as you kissed rove him crazy. Safe to say he was gone, detaching himself he looked at you, your lipstick smudged all around his lips. “What? What’s wrong?” you asked your hands on his shoulders.

He shook his head taking off his glasses folding the placing them on the desk. Not saying a word, his lips quickly meeting yours again. Oh- oh that was hot, you thought holy fuck.

Sadly things were cut short when his little friends barged in Midoriya and Todoroki and long with a few others. You both sat there for a minute, Tenyas hangs under your skirt, his shirt and tie all messed up aswell and his hair messy. And to top it off your lipstick all around his mouth.

“IM SORRY!” Midoriya yelled closing the door quickly.

Iidas face lit up, him quickly standing you up placing you back in the chair in front of him. “I Cant believe that just happen, oh no!” He panicked.

Then his eyes landed on you who looked up at him so innocently, “this is your fault.”

“My fault your hard yes, not my fault your friends walked in.” You spoke leaning back in the chair fixing your skirt.

He looked at you dumbfounded his face getting even redder. “Y/N!”

You laughed gathering your books together standing up. “I’ll leave you, your stiffy and your study group be my times up!” You smiled, kissing his lips once more befor walking twords the door.

“Might wanna sit down so it can be seen as much love.” You spoke looking over your shoulder giving him a wink.

Opening the door you make eye contact Kaminari, “he’s all yours gentleman.” You spoke.

“You sure looked like you ate him alive.” Kaminari said pointing at your boyfriend who was still a mess particularly the lipstick.

“Oops! Bye boys!” You smiled walking off.

˖ ࣪⊹

“How did you end up with L/n.” Mineta said glaring at iida.

“Yeah thought you’d be into more goody two shoes.” Kaminari laughed.

“She can be a good girl, today wasn’t one of those days.” He spoke fixing his glasses glancing over at Midoriya who couldn’t look at him.

“Crazy.”

[hanasnx]

WITHHOLDING SEX — logan howlett.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: unfinished wip that im never gonna finish. WARNINGS: unfinished wip ノ fem reader ノ stripper reader ノ age gap ノ established relationship ノ size difference ノ logan gets smacked for saying some dumb shit ノ degradation ノ outdated and lame anti-sex work rhetoric ノ toxic behavior

“You’re such a jerk, Logan.” you used to say, a little giggle to your voice as you scoldingly pat LOGAN HOWLETT’s broad chest, letting him back you into a dark corner at your club and buy a personal dance. He’d wave that fat wad of cash in front of your nose with that knowing look you’d come to crave, and you’d flirtingly comply. You’d even let him get cheeky with it, copping a feel up your thigh while in the privacy of a backroom. Just so you’d bat his callused hand away with a toying, “Ah-ah!” And he’d tilt his big head at you and push out his hips while you finished up your dance.

Months of playing with one another, led to his impatience getting the better of him. Late at night, asking you—a stripper—what you were doing later. He’s got this way about him that you watch so carefully. All he had to do was stare at you through those furrowed brows and jut his chin when he popped the question, and you obediently blurted out, “Maybe if you’re lucky: you.”

Much to your surprise, it wasn’t some one night stand. Booty calls turned to dates, turned to moving in together, turned to partnership. Not that you believe yourself to be a challenge, but you’ve never met a guy that could seduce you at your job, and you certainly never expected to shack up with him. Logan made it easy at first, always forward with you, putting up with your “diva attitude” as he likes to call it, driving you to and from work because he doesn’t trust the clients that hang out around the building when girls are just trying to get home. You fell hard, and you fell fast.

But lately, things have been different. Logan’s always been bull-headed—and a bit of a pig—but it never seemed to be as big of a problem as it is now. As much as you can love those traits of his, they get in the way of communication, and your own spite and stubbornness doesn’t soothe anything. You fight more than ever, you argue more than you have actual conversations. If you’re not fighting, you’re not talking, and he’s sleeping on the couch. Butting heads is not new, but now they’re not as easily solved without the shade of rose-colored glasses.

“Nah, baby, ‘cause a stripper like you was easy.” The prideful and malicious words struck you right to your core, whirling around to face Logan who’d been hounding after you. It’s written all over his firm countenance, he said it to hurt you, and he knew it succeeded—from the very first petname spat so facetiously. Your hand flies before you realize what’s happening, whipping across his cheek so hard it resounds throughout the room. It was a stupid move, ache pulsing hot through your palm from the contact, and chances are it’s worse for you than him.

Your voice burns from this latest yelling match, and you exacerbate it. “You’re such a jerk, Logan!” The dumbfounded part in his lips close as he pivots his spun head to meet your gaze. You’re not gonna sit here and entertain this any longer, you’re gonna be late for work, so you round his wide frame to hurry to the door. “Let’s see how easy you think I am.” you challenge, throwing open the door, “Good luck getting off without me.” you spit at him before slamming the door after you.

“That’s it, I’m so done with him—for real this time.” you claim, yapping the ear off your coworker at the lockers while you two get dressed.

“Oh, yeah, right.” she replies with a roll of her eyes, zipping up her boot. “Next week y’all are gonna be back together, attached at the fuckin’ hip. Who’re you kidding?” She stamps her foot down, and gives herself last looks in the vanity mirror, teasing her hair with her hands.

You throw down your needle and floss, halting your sew of a hole in your costume. “Shut up, it’s not like that!” you whine, annoyed by her prediction—more or less accurate.

She snickers. “See you out there.” she tells you, effectively dismissing the conversation as she makes her way out onto the floor. Somehow, her reaction only fans the flames of your spiteful commitment…. but even though the hurt is still fresh, you miss him.

It’s frigid in the AM, hugging your jacket close as you watch your breath steam in front of your face. The bouncer didn’t think to watch your walk to the car this time, knowing that your boyfriend usually picks you up. You forgot to tell him otherwise, but it’s not a big deal—until you remember you took your car this time and the heater is broken. You’ve taken three steps out the door and you’re already shivering, what are you gonna do when your brittle fingers can’t grip the wheel?

“Hey.” a rough and familiar voice breaks you out of your internal debacle, facing the noise promptly. Logan wearing his usual scowl and puffy vest—somehow he looks good. The sleeves of his flannel are rolled up to reveal the cords of his forearms crossed across his chest, tailbone leaned against his truck. “C’mon.” He tilts his head in the direction of his vehicle. In one small second, you’re endeared by his gesture, he knew you were gonna be cold and a little unsafe—even through being angry he’d do this for you. In the next second, the warm feeling is quickly crushed under the weight of knowing Logan. This isn’t some knight-in-shining-armor moment. This is his apology.

You stick your frozen nose in the air, “No, thanks.” you respond. There’s no way you’re going to let him off the hook that easily. Back on your path to your car, you huddle into yourself to converse heat, but you still hear footsteps on gravel behind you.

“Don’t be like that, princess, I know you’re freezing.” he says. He only calls you that when you’re being especially prissy. “I know you didn’t mean what you said back there, so let’s just go home and I’ll hook and tow your car in the morning.” The impending presence of a palm against your upper arm alerts you and you flinch out of the way.

“I’m not getting into the truck with you, Logan, I’m mad at you.” you hiss. Your persistence is annoying, and if you were less wrathful Logan might’ve thrown you over his shoulder by this point. Something tells him this isn’t like other times.

His hand lingers in the air aside your sleeve, but draws back when he straightens to his full height behind you. “So you’d rather catch fuckin’ pneumonia than be within three feet of me?” his disbelief is deduced clearly in his tone, conveying how stupid he thinks you’re being.

So you double down, shrugging indifferently as you cross your arms over your chest. “If that’s what it comes down to.”

“Jesus, you’re a stubborn bitch.”

You round on him. “Logan!”

He inclines in your space, raising his voice as he gestures in front of him, organizing his verbal thoughts, “First, you tell me some bullshit about no pussy, and now you don’t even wanna be near me—“

You’re incredulous, matching his energy as you lift onto the tips of your toes to compete with him. “—Why would I wanna go anywhere with you when you’re being the biggest asshole—“

“—and it’s not like you can keep up with that shit. You’ll last a day- and that’s generous—!”

“—A day? You think I’ll last a day—?” You have the urge to laugh, a dry hollow sound.

“Face it, you can’t go a night without me.”

Obviously, you’re not getting anywhere and you’re tired. Defeated, you shake your head and turn on your heel. You’re beyond cold, and you say loud enough for him to hear, “Get outta here, Logan, I don’t wanna see you when I get home.”

He shift his weight to one hip, raising his arms out at his sides in a questioning pose. “Oh, and where am I supposed to go? Huh? Where am I supposed to go?” he interrogates after your retreating form, angry at your reaction, at the fact you’re walking away from him, the idea he’s not going to be in a warm bed with a warm body to comfort him to sleep tonight.

It’s his own fault. “I don’t care where you go! I’m not letting you in.” you reply with a shake of your head.

[slutz4marsh]

STAN MARSH X VIRGIN!FTM!READER SMUT

ok this one has a little backstory i guess? lore? anyway ive decided i get to consider myself a virgin still because i barely remember any of the times i've technically been touched & what i do remember is extremely traumatic. so i think as a treat for still being alive stan should take my virginity

this fic is probably going to be tooth rottingly sweet so im sorry in advance LMFAO

cw/tw: first time, stan calls reader "dude", stan is somewhat experienced reader is not, whiny soft pathetic stan

They say it starts with a kiss. You didn’t know about all that, you didn’t listen to The Killers all that much.

You and Stan had been on his bed making out on and off for about an hour. Stan’s hands wandered, drifting under your shirt and caressing the skin there gently. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispered breathily.

You whined softly, overly sensitive to every touch. “Stan,” you breathed, hands gripping his jacket as though it was a lifeline.

Stan chuckled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He loved how you reacted to him; so responsive and reactive. “You’re so cute when you’re all clingy,” he teased, giving your hands a gentle squeeze.

You shivered at his words. Your eyes flutter shut for a second. You swallowed thickly as Stan’s hands continued to wander, finding purchase on your body wherever possible.

“We should stop,” Stan said, his voice barely louder than a whisper as one hand dipped lower, tracing the band of your pants. His breath hitched as you whimpered.

“Last chance,” his eyes flicked up to your face, hoping for a sign.

Your own breath caught in your throat. “Have,” you panted softly. “Have you ever done this before?”

Stan smiled softly at you, his fingers tracing the edge of your pants. “God, dude, you’re adorable..” 

He chuckled. “Yeah. Couple times,” his hand paused. “You have too, haven’t you?”

His thumb hooked into your pants. You bit your lip.

You slowly, almost shyly, shook your head. “N… No,” you stammered quiet admittance. “Never.”

Stan’s eyes widened. He blinked, staring at you for a moment before bursting out laughing. “You’re joking,” He spoke incredulously. His hand tightens on your waist. “But you’re so… You’re so…” He trailed off, grinning.

You shook your head, adjusting somewhat nervously. “I’ve… Never. Not.. Not all the way.”

Stan’s grin faded, quickly replaced with a dumbfounded look. His hand drifted up, tracing over your chest. “But you’re so pretty,” he mumbled, frowning slightly. His hand paused over your heart. “Are you sure you want this?”

You paused. Did you? You decided yes in a matter of seconds. You nodded, slowly. “I… I want it to be you.”

Stan smiled warmly. “Okay,” he breathed. His hand drifted back down, tugging your pants down. His eyes flicked up to your face, seeking reassurance. His own heart raced in his chest. “You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

You nodded, squirming slightly as Stan tugged your pants down your legs and tossed them off to the side somewhere.

Stan took a moment to admire the view before him. His eyes dragged over every inch of your skin. His hand reached out, gently brushing against your inner thigh. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbled. “I don’t wanna hurt you..”

“Just- go slow. Please.” You requested, flustered as you looked away from him.

Stan grinned softly, nodding. “Okay, you got it..” he murmured. His fingers drifted closer to your center, brushing against the soft, coarse curls there. “Hey- look at me,” he said softly, a gentle command.

You looked up, already dripping wet just from the kissing and Stan’s soft teasing. You look at Stan, eyes darting back and forth across his face.

Stan’s heart melted at the nervous and yet oh so trusting look in your eyes. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he murmured against your skin. His fingers drifted down to your clit, stroking the small length slowly. “You’re gonna feel so good. Promise.”

You jumped slightly at the sudden stimulation. You let out a breathy sigh as your head fell back against the pillows.

Stan smiled warmly, his hands working slowly. He watched your face intently, gauging your reactions. “You like that?” he asked softly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around the base of your slick, throbbing flesh.

You nodded, clenching the sheets in your fist with one hand. “Yeah,” you breathed, nervous. Shy. Stan’s ministrations only made you even wetter than before, folds shining with your arousal. Stan’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck as he slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth over the highly sensitive nub. His other hand slowly inched lower, parting your folds to gently rub at your entrance.

You whined softly, instinctively attempting to close your legs at the soft prodding at your delicate, untouched pussy.

Stan gently pushed your legs back open, fingers tracing soothing patterns on your inner thighs. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered against your neck. His thumb continued to rub at your clit, his other finger slowly pressing against your entrance and applying gentle pressure. “You’re so tight..”

You took a few deep breaths. Your breaths became sharper as you felt Stan slowly work his index finger inside of you. “Mm-” you breathed, eyes squeezing shut as you whined softly.

Stan’s own breath hitched as he felt you slowly relax and take more of his finger. He moaned softly against your neck, his hand moving slowly. 

“You’re doing so well,” he praised softly. “You’re taking it like such a good boy.”

You panted softly. You felt almost euphoric. You’d never felt anything like this. Your breath caught again as Stan started to slowly work a second finger into you.

Stan’s heart swelled with a mix of love and pride for you as he stretched you open with his fingers. He curled them slightly, brushing against your sweet spot as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured against your skin. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

You made a sound of pleasure that sounded something like “Mmhph,” and writhed as Stan’s fingers brush against that spot inside your weeping cunt.

Stan’s eyes widened at the sound you made. He knew he’d found the right spot. He started to rub against it consistently, his fingers pumping in and out of your tight pussy at a steady pace.

“Oh god, dude,” he breathed. “You’re gonna make me cum just watching you.”

You squirmed. Stan’s fingers continued to stretch you out in preparation for what was next. “Mmh,” you whined softly, back arching slightly. You’re more responsive than anyone Stan had ever been with.

Stan’s mouth drifted lower, his lips closing over one of your nipples. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking out to circle around the hardened nub. His fingers continued to work in and out of you, scissoring to stretch you further. Stan’s own body ached with need.

You panted softly. “Oh, fuck,” you cursed, head falling back as you began to tense up once again.

Stan’s eyes met yours, his hand slowing its pace. 

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered softly, his thumb gently rubbing at your swollen, throbbing flesh. “Not ‘til I’m inside you.”

He slowly removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking your slickness off of them.

You whimpered softly, eyes dilating at the erotic sight. You swallowed hard and adjusted yourself again, spreading your legs apart further.

Stan settled between your spread thighs, his hard length pressing against your slick entrance. He took himself in one hand, rubbing the tip up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

“Last chance to back out,” he murmured, the tip of his cock pressing against your hole.

You squirmed slightly, but you shook your head. “I-” you began, voice breathy. Whiny. “I want it to be you, Stan.” You repeated your earlier sentiment. You reached out to grab Stan’s free hand.

Stan’s face softened at your words. He intertwined your fingers, bringing your joined hands to rest on the pillow beside your head.

He leaned down to kiss you slowly, deeply, as he finally began to push inside. “I love you,” he groaned.

You let out another pleasured-slash-pained noise as Stan pushed inside. You panted softly, body tense as you adjusted to the new feeling. Or at least attempted to.

Stan paused, letting you get used to the feel of him. He nuzzled into the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. 

“Breathe for me, baby,” he whispered, his hand tightening around yours. “Just breathe.”

You did so as best you could, working through the strange feeling of the intrusion. You nodded almost weakly as you looked up at Stan.

Stan slowly started to push in further, his length stretching you open. He kept his pace slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt you. As he pushed in further, he rested his forehead against yours, your noses touching.

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, voice trembling with need.

You nodded. Your pussy was tight around Stan. Warm and wet and tight, periodically spasming around him.

Stan hissed softly at the feeling of you clenching on him. “You feel so good,” he moaned, slowly continuing to push inside. He paused again when he was fully sheathed inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. “You take me so well, baby..”

You breathed, whimpering softly. You’d never felt this full. Your fingers were nothing compared to this. You wrapped your arms around Stan’s neck, tight as you pulled him closer. 

Stan wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he started to slowly move his hips. He set a steady, gentle rhythm, his length dragging along your inner walls with each thrust. 

“You’re doing so well, love,” he praised softly, voice thick with emotion and desire.

You moaned softly, eyes squeezing shut again. Your breath came in sharp little gasps and pants as you grew wetter and wetter around Stan.

Stan buried his face in the crook of your neck, his pace quickening as your heat grew wetter and wetter. His own breath came in short pants, his voice reduced to needy whimpers and praises for you. “Feels so good, baby..”

You whined softly and buried your face in Stan’s shoulder, teeth grazing the skin there slightly as you parted your lips.

“Mm- y’feel r-really good, Stan,” you panted softly.

Stan shuddered at the sensation of your teeth grazing his skin, his hips moving faster as he loses himself in the feeling of being inside you. He chants your name like a prayer three times, his voice broken and desperate. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

You gripped his back, nails digging into the skin and scratching. You’d never felt this good in your whole goddamn life. 

“Stan,” you breathed, teeth grazing Stan’s shoulder again as you refused to remove your head from right there.

Stan gasped at the sensation of your nails digging into his back. He buried his face further into the crook of your neck, his hips snapping forward as he continued to thrust into you. 

“Gonna cum soon, baby,” he panted softly. He knew he wouldn’t last like this, but he also couldn’t stop.

You whimpered softly. “Me too,” you whispered. Your cunt twitched right after, almost as a warning. A confirmation, maybe.

Stan’s thrusts became erratic as his own climax approached. He buried his face deeper into your neck, his hips stuttering as he fought to hold on.

“Dude, please,” he whined, his voice cracking. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

You squirmed slightly. You were moaning and panting, whining and gasping. You could feel Stan’s dick twitching inside of you, also as if as a warning.

“Please,” you whispered.

With a final, deep thrust, Stan buried himself all the way inside you. He cried out, his body shuddering as his orgasm overtook him. He moaned your name, cock pulsing as he came deep inside your tight heat.

And that triggered your own orgasm. You moaned loudly, whole body shaking and convulsing. You bit down on Stan’s shoulder, still whining – only muffled against the skin now.

Stan held you close as he felt your pussy clench and ripple around his sensitive cock, milking him for every last drop.

He moaned softly at the feeling of you biting his shoulder, his own hips still twitching with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

The bite almost seemed to elongate Stan’s orgasm as his cock twitched and pumped a few more spurts into your now well-loved pussy.

You whined softly as you felt Stan fill you up to the brim. You panted softly, eyes fluttering shut.

Stan gently stroked your hair as you both came down from your highs. His softening cock was still nestled inside the warm, slick heat of your pussy.

“That was amazing, baby,” Stan mumbled, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. “You did so well.”

You panted softly, gripping Stan’s shoulders tightly. You opened your eyes to look at Stan. Your heart swelled. You smiled softly.

“I’m glad it was you,” you managed to whisper.

Stan’s eyes softened as he gazed right back at you, his own heart fluttering in his chest. “Me too, baby,” He whispered. “Me too. I love you, man.” He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, his arms tightening around you protectively.

[ssparksflyy]

Hi, I just saw that request are open so can you do a boyfriend headcanon with Jason Grace please?

ask and thou shall recieve ༉‧₊˚.

jason grace dating hcs! ✮⋆˙ pairing : jason grace x gn!reader warning(s) : none ♡ an : tysm for ur request <3! hope u enjoy thisss! also why the heck did it take me 20 mins to make that little pic collab bcs nothing was matching so i js went 'screw it' anyway, enjoy!

jason grace how i love you my sweet golden retriever boyfriend

im not even lying though

ive got a golden and she's very affectionate and he'd literally be the same

absolutely loves being around you 24/7, 365

ive seen some people say jason is like kinda tense, like he was raised to be a fighter, his guard is always up, and like he builds just a few walls to keep himself safe

but nahh best believe those walls are comin right down for you

he's only himself when he's with you !!

he literally feels so comfortable and trusts you with his life

definitely tells you EVERYTHING

not gonna lie i think jason is chismoso asf

( gossiper , nosy )

BUT LIKE secretively

like people think he doesnt care or isnt listening so they just gossip all care free when he's around cause they think he wont tell anybody

but in reality he's super invested

so like after a long day when your cuddled up in the zeus cabin he's not only telling you about his day but also updating you on the drama he's found out about

NOW I KNOW that may seem ooc, but im telling you, the walls are coming DOWN

jason literally adores it when you play with his hair

like it really just calms him down, especially after a rough day

bro just melts 🫠

i think jason is like in between with pda

yes of course he loves holding your hand and hugging you

but theres definitely a difference from when youre around people and when youre alone

dont know if that came out wrong

but he just feels more comfortable when its just you two

speaking of hand holding

he's literally a hand holding king

its literally just a habit at this point

i feel like he's a hands interlocked kinda guy

like hes just walks up to you, gives you a big ol smile ofc, and plop, slips his fingers in between yours. just like that. super casual about it.

OH MY GOD IF YOU WEAR GLASSES

he literally intentionally makes you bump glasses when youre kissing

dont know if that made sense i dont wear glasses

but he thinks its the funniest thing ever and laughs every time

lemme tell you somethin

literally even before you started dating

you haven't opened a single door while jason's around

even if youre like about to reach the door and he's a few feet away he'll literally sprint captain-america-on-your-left style to open the door for you

and then stands there looking stupid after you give him a kiss on his cheek

never fails to be left absolutely dumbfounded after you kiss him

which is probably why he isnt the biggest on pda

he knows he'll never be allowed to forget how stupid he looks

HE LOVES SLEEPOVERS

winkity wonkty

but actually he makes them so much fun

starts a pillow fight but loses

A SUCKER for karaoke

nah cause why do i think he'd be like "omg lets play spin the bottle" and youre just like "jason.. it's only me and you" and hes all like "your point??"

always ends his night with cuddles

youre literally his personal teddy bear sorry not sorry

not gonna lie i don't think jason's a jewelry fella

but get this

matching converse

they dont even have to be converse they can literally be any shoes

i just like converse

you guys got them custom made and everything ouuuu

even though he doesn't seem like he'd be too big on jewelry i feel like he has a silver necklace with your initials on it

i want to wear his initial on his chain round my neck not because he owns me but cause he really knows me

he's always wearing it, whether its like under his shirt (CLOSER TO HIS HEARTTTT) or over it and shining proudly

definitely has a playlist just titled '(name)' with a heart and its just a bunch of love songs that remind him of you ♡

he's literally so in love and makes sure you know that multiple times a day

where can i get me a jason grace :(

[slxtarchive]

ETERNAL PROMISE ✦ SAM GOLBACH

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. throughout your life sam was always your number one. he was there for you through thick and thin. regardless of all the troubles in your life, sam was always the one thing that was good and constant… but you couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was hiding something beyond your imagination.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. yes! you can find it here <-

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT ! best friends to lovers, vamp!sam, dom!sam, a smidge of dom!reader, blood sucking/feeding !? [ not sure what to call this ], choking, pnv sex.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i loved writing this bc lowkey fell in love w the thought of being a vampire years ago.. but im a little rusty on writing smut. anyway, found the divider design on picsart and just duplicated them it’s super easyyy i love it

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2.7k +

you’d thought about it for a while now. he never takes that ring off. whenever he goes out to eat he hardly eats his plate… no eye bags visible whatsoever — and no he doesn’t have a skincare routine. you’ve been to his house before and his bed is always perfectly made. no wrinkles, no folds, like it’s never been slept in.

that is what’s making you think that he’s a vampire. your best friend sam is a vampire.

you paced around your room trying to think of the best way to bring it up to him. ‘hey so i noticed you literally have no eye bags um… so are you a vampire?’ mm too forward. ‘hey so how come you never take that ring off? let me guess you’d burn without it?’ insert nervous laughter … mm no.

as the day went on you decided to just go out and say it. tell him what you think — tell him what you know. so you grabbed your keys and shoes, slipping them on before heading toward his house. when you got there no lights were on. you still took the courage you were gripping onto and knocked on the door.

it was eerily quiet as you waited for him. then finally he opened the door. “hey yn, what are you doing here?” he’s not in pajamas. he’s in full-on casual clothes as if he were about to go out for the day. his hair was messy but in a good way and of course, his skin was flawless.

just say it yn. say it.

you walked into his house before stopping and looking up at him. his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. you took a deep breath before speaking, “are you… are you a vampire?” when you said it aloud you realized how ridiculous it sounded. sam wasn’t a vampire… he wasn’t.

“yes.” he said quietly. you were dumbfounded.

you looked up as shocked as ever. “wait what?”

he said nothing else before grabbing you by your hand and leading you toward his bedroom so you both could sit down. “yn… you’re my best friend and you deserve the truth. i trust you with my life…” he spoke up quietly laughing at the irony of his words. “i am a vampire.”

“what the fuck?” you said in disbelief. i mean sure, you did kind of believe it but at the same time … what the fuck?

sam rubbed his face stressing. “look, the reason i kept this from you for so long is because even though it may seem … not scary — it’s dangerous. the vampire world isn’t shit to joke with.”

you surveyed his face as he talked about his life as a vampire. how dangerous it was? you didn’t want to lie … you found him extremely attractive.

you would be lying if you said you hadn’t been in love with sam for a while now. how could you not be? he was sweet, kinda selfless, and charming. a full package deal… but now, you’d felt an even more attraction toward him.

your eyes moved from his eyes to his lips, to down his body, the way his muscles peeked through his black t-shirt. down his arms and to his ring. “the ring is for something right?” you spoke up quietly.

he looked down at his ring. “oh yeah, it's um … to help me not like shine n crack in the sunlight.” he spoke so softly as if he felt a little embarrassed.

you felt confused. “shining?”

he nodded. “yeah.. at first i like glimmer and then my skin starts to crack.”

curiously you stared at his ring once more before speaking. “can i see?”

his gaze on you never faltered, being a sucker for your soft silky voice and the cuteness of your curiosity. “sure.” he gave in. he removed his ring before slowly moving his hand to be under the ray of sunlight that shined through the window in his room.

at first, his hand started to glisten. it was like diamonds. you brought your hand slowly to trace over the shining particles that you were seeing. it was beautiful. “you’re … beautiful.” you said mesmerized — until his skin started to simmer. then the first crack started appearing. your hand quickly retracted, surprised to see how the cracks appeared in seconds.

sam hissed before slowly pulling his hand away from the sunlight. as soon as he did, the cracks had closed mimicking the sound of stone crackling together. “and that’s what happens when i’m in it for too long.” he said silently, his eyes visibly darkening in a way you’d never seen before. “s’not the prettiest right?”

you looked up, away from his hand. you noticed the sad look in his eyes. you grabbed his face with both hands making him look at you. “you’re beautiful sam… regardless.”

sam couldn’t help but admire the look in your eye. the way your eyebrows furrowed. the flush in your cheeks. the way your lips were the perfect shade. the life in your skin. he didn’t know what possessed him but he stared leaning closer unaware of his actions.

you felt the tension ride between the both of you as he got closer and closer to you. your eyes flitted between his eyes and his mouth before leaning forward and connecting your lips.

sam let loose and immediately made his way over you settling in between your legs. you let out a gasp as his hand gripped your waist. his hold on you was firm. extremely firm.

his lips pushed onto yours as if it was the last thing he was doing. he forced your mouth open slipping his tongue inside enticing a deep groan from you. he released his hold on you just enough for you to flip over smoothly and be on top of him.

the way he looked was magical. his veins were popping out of his neck. his hair was tousled in the best way possible. god... you wanted him, no, needed him.. so badly. “need you so badly sam.” you pleaded starting to grind yourself onto him.

his eyes were cloudy but conflicted. “can’t. m’sorry. don’t wanna hurt you.” he whined.

you pouted slightly leaning down and starting to kiss up his neck. his skin was cold under your lips. you peppered those kisses from the side of his neck to the base. you then brought your lips back up to him grinding and kissing.

sam was gripping the sheets until his knuckles were white desperately trying to hold himself back. he couldn’t help but bring his lips to your ear and then onto your neck to return the favor. you let out a shaky breath as you spoke. “feed on me.” you groaned, still rolling your hips onto his.

sam stopped in his tracks. “yn no, it’s… it’s too dangerous.” he said letting out a small whimper at the thought.

you rolled your hips again. “sam please …” you threw your head back at the stimulation you brought yourself.

sam thought about it. could he control himself? he didn’t trust himself at all to stop. he could turn you. even worse — he could kill you.

“yn, i don’t know if i can control myself.” his hands were gripping your hips. you thought to yourself, what’s the worst thing that could happen. you die? you turn? it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you turned. like at all.

you bit your cheek as you voiced your thoughts. “turn me, sam.” you let out a deep breath. “i want to be like you.”

that’s when sam fully shook his head. “hell no. nope. not gonna happen.” he said sitting up with you still straddling his lap.

you nodded your head refusing to let him get up. he only let you hold himself down. he could’ve easily gotten up but he didn’t want to. “yes! turn me sam. i… i want to be with you forever.” you begged.

sam looked conflicted as your words fully settled in his brain. “be with me forever…?” he questioned, his stone heart swelling at the thought. sam never admitted it but he had always been a tiny bit in love with you. he stopped his feelings from ever being full-blown because of your differences but now that you were mentioning what he thought was impossible, he had… hope?

hope was never something sam had when it came to his lifestyle. he felt cursed when it happened a few years ago. now, he couldn’t help but feel it was meant to be if he could spend his entire being with you and only you.

you were staring at him. looking at how he contemplated your words. you stopped the movement of your hips to say one more thing you’ve been dying to say since you realized your true feelings. “please sam, i love you.”

those three words. sam had always longed to hear those three words but he didn’t realize how bad until they came out of your mouth.

i love you.

sam gained his composure taking a deep breath. his hands smooth up your thighs. “you can never go back.” he reminded you. “please, i don’t want you to regret this.”

you smiled lightly, “i won’t ever regret it as long as i’m with you.”

he let out a shaky breath before speaking again. “you’re sure?”

you nodded again. “i’ve been sure since i’ve started suspecting you. i want this. i want you.” your hands were on his chest slowly trailing your fingers down.

he took a breath in his nose and out his mouth as he surveyed you. god, were you beautiful. ethereal even. he felt so lucky that you chose to live this kind of life with him. the thing about vampires is yes, they’re capable of love but when you put that, passion, and need together… you’re bound to see a mess.

sam couldn’t control himself any longer. like lighting he picked you up and swiftly moved you over to lay on your back. he stood above you like a hunter looking at its prey. that’s when you saw it. the sight of his fangs peaking out through his lips.

you felt yourself getting hotter — needier.

he was quick to move his hands to your waist pulling off your pants to reveal your underwear. he crawled over you quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and lifting it up to reveal your stomach and chest. he peppered kisses all the way until he was able to fully remove it.

now that you were finally revealed in front of his eyes he was begging to have you to himself. “you sure right? don’t want you to regret this.” his chest moved up and down as his breathing was slow and heavy.

you let out a tiny whimper. “yes.” your word. so small and innocent. not knowing what sam would do once you’d turned.

he licked his bottom lip nodding and giving you an ‘okay’ before leaning down and starting to kiss up your body until he reached your neck. he took a deep breath smelling the sweet essence of your blood. “god… you smell so addicting.” he sucker lightly but not breaking skin just yet. he wanted to see his mark on you before he started to sink himself onto you.

your mouth opened as you let out a moan. the anticipation having you on a figurative edge. your hands made their way toward his back pulling on his shirt. he followed your hand taking his shirt off to reveal his naked toward. your nails dragged up the hard surface preparing for the sharp pain you’d soon endure.

he kicked over his mark before speaking. “just a little taste before you’re mine forever, yeah?” he grinned.

your heart was racing so fast to the point you swore it would stop. while waiting you took in the environment of the room not wanting to forget this moment. finally, he sunk his fangs into you knocking the breath out of you. “oh fuck.” you winced, feeling the blood surge from out of your neck but there was no pain… all you felt was something flowing through your body.

sam groaned at his actions as you felt your whole body ache for a few seconds before it turned into something even more. it was like cold liquid was making its way through your veins. each part it passed was like your senses in that area heightened.

it went from your legs to your stomach then your brain. as soon as you felt that cold sensation make its way above your eyes adjusted to everything. it was like you were seeing in HD. everything… everything was so real. the smell of the environment. you could smell the wood from the oak furniture sam had. you felt the silky blanket beneath you even more than you already had.

most importantly, you felt sam’s presence above you. he was staring at who you had become. he smiled looking you up and down slowly trying to memorize every part of you.

you spoke up. “am i…?” you were sure you were but you needed to hear the confirmation.

he nodded letting out a breath of disbelief. “yeah.” he laughed softly.

the sound of his voice. it was the most beautiful thing in the universe.

you giggled feeling the urge to kiss him. you stood up faster than usual accidentally shoving him against the wall. “woah.” you laughed nervously.

“you’re stronger than me for now.” he shrugged.

you took the weight of his words in and smiled. you crashed your lips into his groaning into his mouth. he returned the passion carrying you to the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist once again before being set down on the bed.

he ripped you’re underwear off as well as your bra before taking his pants and boxers off as well. “gonna make you mine all the time now. you belong to me, understood?” he pumped himself a few times.

you nodded looking up at him in anticipation. “yes. all yours.” you agreed with a pleading tone. “make me yours right now. please, need it so bad.” you were dripping at how rough he was and how it didn’t seem to have a physical effect on you at all.

he chuckles. “gonna have you screaming my fucking name.” he grunted before lining himself up and pushing in deep inside you.

you let out a gasp at the impact as he hit that sweet spot already. he didn’t waste any time picking up his pace and slamming into you again and again. the whole bed shook with the force of his thrusts. you tried to grab onto anything you could but the only thing available was the duvet that covered the bed.

the veins in sam’s neck popped out so prominent as pleasure coursed through him. to keep you stable enough he ended up wrapping a hand around your throat knowing you could take what he gave you.

he saw the face of pleasure that you wore with a smug grin. “how good does it feel yn? how good. tell me. scream it to me.”

your pale race showed a bit of color as you screamed. “god — so good sam. so good don’t stop.”

he wanted to say he didn’t plan on it but somehow some way he was closer to his orgasm than he thought he’d be. “fuck — c'mon baby. cmon.” in and out. in and out.

you pressed your lips together as you felt that familiar rubber band in your stomach get closer to snapping. “sam — gonna cum.” your head was thrown back and you gritted your teeth at the sensation.

your legs shook by the second and before you knew it that wave of pleasure crashed into you so hard you felt you were floating.

sam sensed you hit the edge and not long after he hit it with you. his thrusts stuttered and his stomach tightened as he coated your walls.

you both came down from your high feeling like you were in heaven, ironically. you worse a lazy smile as sam collapsed on top of you. a few minutes passed by and you decided to speak up. “i’m serious, i love you sam.” deciding to show vulnerability. “for eternity.”

in response sam lifted his head up and connected your lips with a smile. . “i love you for eternity.”

© slxtarchive

[travelersspark]

IM BACK! 🌟

Literally when on break since I've been busy with college and work😅. Now I can get back into the swing of things ! Since I'm here , might as well make a new headcanons post ~♡

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝑳𝑲 .ᐟ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑮𝑵.ᐟ𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑶𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔

First off. Cayde had a meeting with you at your local job. You and Cayde were close since he practically raised you along with Tessa . You were running late and Cayde was inside Optimus. Optimus had heard about you but never thought much about it.

He'd ask about you to Cayde and Cayde talked fondly of you so Optimus could sort of trust you. So could Cayde. Hence why he was gonna finally explain to you whats been going on for the past year.

Of course you are insanely confused when you get in the truck and Cayde starts being cryptic saying. “ Y/N. You know you can trust me right ? I would always tell you if somethings up.. ” -Cayde

You are dumbfounded at first while the silent drive fills the cabin with awkwardness. Then it hit you. “ Have you been looking for girls on tinder Cayde?! God I swear - ” - Y/N.

Facepalm from Cayde. Optimus almost laughed in his alt form but Cayde coughs before having to disprove your idiotic suspicion. He basically rushes an explanation of the autobots and decepticons and everything that has happened for the past year since you haven't really seen him.

Annnnnnnnndddd. Your not buying it. After the drive he tries explaining more but you brush it off basically just tired from work and chalking up his excuses to him being tired and or drunk.

Well.. until you see a group of vehicles strolling around and stopping with their headlights nearly blinding you (Kind of like the introduction the team from TF1) and with some loud noises and rumbling. You see them. Giant robots standing among you.

You Fucking FREAK. Definitely bout to be ready to throw some shit. Like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK CAYDE ! Cayde has to mostly calm you down as well as Optimus surprisingly trying as well explaining that they would never hurt you.

After a couple of minutes of losing your shit. Optimus introduced himself explain his motives and his following. Your still apprehensive but sort of star struck. Ootimus's voice and tone was totally different than his remorseful and sort of stern tone. It even surprised Cayde.

Optimus certainly finds you intriguing due to the stories Cayde told him Since you now know of thier existence they have to basically become your body guards in a sense. You don't mind it but you still have your worries. Mostly about the part with the decepticons.

He reassures that he would do anything to try and keep you and the other humans safe.

A couple of banter from the crew but with one Stern glance of Optimus they shut it.

You two might have a quite interesting partnership - in a good way.

𝑩𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒆

oh. This mute bot is EXCITED to meet you ! He was the first one to transform and show himself to you after optimus.

Kind of flustered and worried when you lost your cool about seeing them. But after he calms his excitement and lets his leader explain himself.

He flashes his sick moves which makes you smile and laugh a bit. He gladly would do it again to make you smile.

Bee is one of the first bots you considerably found yourself talking to.

When you found out he couldn't speak like the others and communicated through a radio, you though he was quite a special bot.

He's like you in a way. You to pair together so well. Bee thinks of you like his old partner Sam.

Oh. He can get protective of you. Mainly when Crosshairs or Hot Rod get a bit flirtatious or silly around you.

Casually offers a drive after a few hours of meeting which you don't really refuse. You had to admit. He was a dream ride of yours.

Its love at first sight in his eyes. He already finds himself crushing on you from day one. And he hopes that you stick around with him.

𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔

God another Squishy thing?! Let's just say he wasn't amused.

Well until you basically cursed the hell out of Cayde. Now he's impressed

Now he's made it his mission to figure out what makes you tic.

Weirdly he can he either considerate or just a complete jerk. But a loveable one at that.

He finds himself always trying to be flirtatious with you. But when you do it back he gets completely flustered and curses you out (his love language according to drift)

Fights about the miniscule things with you. Like if you eat in his alt form and there's a crumb he's gonna scold you.

Never saw himself being friends with a human but he would definitely enjoy his company with you.

First meeting him he is pretty serious about not wanting you around a bit but it shifts to wanting to hang with you more.

You two are FUCKIN GREMLINS TOGETHER. yall annoy the hell out of optimus and cade at times. God you two are a mess

Starts out as not being protective of you to being ULTRA protective. Mans always worried about you but tries to play it off.

𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑹𝒐𝒅

Omg him and Bumblebee fell HARD for you when Cade introduced you to the crew. Literally he couldn't stop gawking at you.

Already trying to one up everyone else with his flirtatious and suave energy.

Placed a bet with bee to see if you'd like him more.

First to offer you rides from work, school or whatever. (He figured you showing up in his alt form would make you popular or cool. And he wasn't wrong either.)

Immediately asks Optimus to assign him as your guardian. Let me tell you, he is smitten by you and in the best way possible.

Says small pet names in french

Arrogant little bastard. Can't take any hints when you need space.

Overall hes just wanting time with you but doesn't exactly understand the idea of patience is a virtue.

𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

Another human huh. Cool, hope they useful type energy.

Hes pretty chill about it to be honest. Definitely hesitant at the idea but understand where Cade is coming from.

Would personally introduce himself to you if you find him a bit intimidated. Secretly he's a big softie and jokes terrible behind closed doors.

Once he finds out you are just as handy as Cade is hes all over you. Don't expect him.to leave you alone with random weapon scraps and ideas he has in his head.

Probably would take you out to test some grenades with him or something.

Pretty protective on first meet. Mostly since he knows he can keep you safe with his experience and skills in war.

If you don't like the sight of anything remotely similar to cigars and smoke. He would actually stop puffing his bullet in front of you out of respect.

Doesn't care much about your habits as long as you don't get your ass in trouble that is.

Not the type to drive you around since he's a big ass military vehicle and that would definitely cause alot of suspicions.

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕

Not bothered but skeptical of your arrival. Let's just say he isn't too fond of the idea of another human around

Probably would discuss his concerns to cade and optimus about the risks but would be told that it was mostly for the best.

He gives up and pretends you just another one of the bots.

Pretty distant at first since he's still weary of you.

But if you compliment him during training of something and use the right terminology of the kata forms and martial arts he will definitely open up to you.

He appreciates someone who can understand his dedication. As well as someone educated in the sacred arts of Japanese and Chinese traditions.

Offers meditation lessons after some time if you are willing to do so.

Silent but deadly type of protective.

Has fought with crosshairs one time.when he was picking on you.

Very tsundere at first but overall he knows you are a good person and wouldn't mind getting to learn more about you

[xueyidweams]

rambling once again (aventurine x cat-person gn!reader) (this kind of pattern is what I’m talking about.) (read more bc this became quite long, sorry!!!)

Aventurine in his life of working for the IPC has come across a lot of stealers or kids trying to find their food for the day. he usually gives them some money and send them on their way. however, he really didn’t expect for someone to try and rob him in Penacony, in the dreamscape no less. Somehow he didn’t sense the man hurling himself towards him and grunted in surprise as he was pushed down, before he could even open his eyes the man was off of him and running away with claw marks all over him.

dumbfounded, he gets up and looks around, only to find two cat eyes staring at him… except they weren’t a cat… well.. half cat half person? He thought the species went extinct long ago. though, you were living proof of the opposite. you helped him sit up, he felt your claws brush against his knuckles and you felt the coolness of his rings on your paw-hand. observing his every move with utmost attention, your feline eyes following his every mimic and body movement.

“well thank you kind stranger—“ you accidentally cut him off as you smell him closely and realize who he is, he smells just like those bastards from the IPC! way too rich to be true smelling! your ears curl backwards and you pull yourself away hastily as you run away from him. He blinks as he sees you run, so fast… is this why the IPC hunts you all down like you’re all one of a kind? He yells after you, “Hey wait! just listen to me, please!“ you look back at him, your teeth snared and your pupils as slanted as they can be, “leave me alone IPC scum!”

you turn a few corners and your eyes widen in horror to see a dead end… what the hell, you know this place like the back of your hand! did they build this just now or have you been hanging in the unfinished part for way too long? the hairs on your tail stand up and your ears curl back as you hear his footsteps, taking a step back your back meets the wall with an oomph.

“Hey look— don’t be so hostile, we don’t have to be enemies. you can trust me.” yeah right. with those eyes? they’re unnervingly pretty and somehow frightening. your gut is telling you to run but your heart is hammering way too fast in your chest and the sound is drowning out his voice and you feel like everything you’ve had to endure to not fall into IPC’s slimy hands again has all been for nothing and—

you feel a hand on your arm, you look up and meet his eyes. then you feel the warm tears staining your cheeks, your tail hugs your leg as your ears droop, “look. please don’t give me up to them, i’ll literally do anything. do you want any dirty work done? i can do it! please just leave me alone, i don’t want to go back i can’t go back!” you see his eyes… soften somehow. to him, you’re a stark reminder of who he was, maybe still is. the way you fight so hard to protect the most precious thing to you, your freedom reminds him so much of the unsavory memories that he doesn’t notice he is squeezing your arm a bit hard and some of the fur is stuck on his rings. you flinch and grimace and he untangles your fur from his rings, he pulls his hands off of you.

he coughs in his hand and looks at you once more, voice softer yet firm. “im not going to hurt you or give you up. that’s not my job anyways. i just wanted to thank you, for helping even though it could put me in serious hot water. cats hate water right?” you half rolls your eyes at his teasing remark, “yeah yeah pretty boy, cough up some cash if you want to thank me. thanks for not turning me in but empty sentiments won’t feed me when i have to wake up from this dream.”

he smiles and takes off the ring from his index finger, he looks at you, “can i hold your hand?” you feel a slight warmness spreading through your face and squint your eyes, “fine but don’t try anything funny!” he chuckles and takes your hand in his gently, “wouldn’t dream of it.” he slips the ring on your ring finger, winking at you. “you can sell this for at least five hundred thousand credits, plenty to eat hm?” you look at your finger, the ring and at him as your heart does summersaults in your ribcage. you’ve never… even as a tease you’ve never been flirted with this is—

he takes advantage of your stupor and strokes your shoulder, squeezes slightly and gives you a smile. “you haven’t seen me and i haven’t seen you, yes?” you nod, speechless but thankful. he turns around and you finally get your voice back, “wait!” he looks back, his eyes watching you with interest. he raises his eyebrows, “thank you. i dont know what else to say but i’ll never forget this. and i wasnt’… joking when i said i could do your dirty work. so if you need something and i can get it done, i’ll do it free of charge.” you manage to tumble out as your voice trembles a bit, still shocked. his smile returns, “I’ll think about it, maybe fate will make us cross paths again huh?” he gives a little wave and starts walking, “oh also, do take care of your fur, it’s rather soft.”

you look dumbfounded, your face morphing from surprised to angry to flustered but he has already left. you look at your ring finger again and play with the ring, maybe the aeons have pitied you now?

‘he’s really pretty…’

you think to yourself as you pocket the ring and think of all the fish, meat and bread you’re gonna eat. and maybe you’ll try that soul glad thing.

[ciwzing]

the first time you suggest kei to wear contact lenses instead of glasses was when a volleyball ball had accidentally landed on his face hard, leaving an indent of his glasses around his eyes and a cruel bruise on his left eye that made him sat on benched for a few match.

Though he refused with a furrowed brows, and a little shake of his head saying "I doubt an accident like that would happen again." and that's that.

the second time was when he whined and complained about the sunlight and why he can't wear sunglasses since he won't be able to see shit anyways, you had said first "why not just have those transition lenses" you heard him scoff and see him rolling his eyes by your words.

"it's impractical and cost more" he retorted back, you look at him dumbfounded, he say it's expensive but doesn't blink an eye to spend money if it's buying you things. "then wear contacts instead" you said to him, you could only hear grumbles under his breath and words of refusal.

you sighed and asked him why he was so disagreement of wearing contacts, he only stayed silent not answering your question, he didn't want to admit that the thought of something like contacts touching his eyes scares him, he cringes at the thought of putting contacts and touching his eyes to get it out. Besides that it takes a lot more effort to put on than glasses,

the third time was a finally the time you had successfully convinced him to put contacts, though you weren't the one who asked but him instead surprisingly.

he had watched you get ready in the morning sitting in front of your mirror, clipping your hair back to put on your contacts. he eyed you in amusement as you successfully put on your contacts on the first try, that's where he got up from your guys bed, still shirtless only wearing loose sweats that's hanging dangerously low on his hips, showing off the band of his boxers.

you watched him through you mirror as he approached you from behind, you greeted him good morning earning you a low hum from him and a raspy morning. bending down to your sitting position to give you a small kiss on your cheek, eyeing both of your reflection in the mirror.

"mind putting contacts on me" with his words, your mouth went agape, looking at him if he was sure and it wasn't his sleepiness just talking. seeing that he was dead serious, you smiled brightly before standing up from your seat and drag him to sit on it instead, opening a drawer to grab another set of contacts. sitting on lap to have a better view of his face.

he grumbled saying you hadn't need of sitting on his lap but his hands that's already resting on your thighs is enough for you to know he doesn't really mind.

"Don't look at me like that, I won't be able to focus and put this on you properly"

"What do you want me to do then? Close my eyes"

"You know what, shut up instead"

Kei concluded that if it means you can sit on his lap everyday to put those stupid contacts on him, he might just wear those instead of his glasses instead.

________________

Bonus!

"Fuck, I wouldn't ever trust you going near my eyes again, I feel like im gonna go blind any second"

"Don't be dramatic, you were moving you eyes so much thats why I had to put it so many times"

"I wanna go back to my glasses.."

[runningthroughthegarden]

you were never mine pt2

summary: a fake relationship with your enemy jack champion was an idea you absolutely loathed. as time went on your mind was changed. until it all came crashing down.

word count: 1.3k , (cutesy moments, angst) pt1 on my page!

over the next couple of days, things were rough to say the least. you tried your best to suppress your annoyance, but it always resurfaced a few moments later. jack wasn’t making matters any better. any time you were close to getting to a genuine moment one of you would say something to fuck it all up. 

-

“jack please stop acting like a baby!!” you yelled in annoyance. 

you were currently in your bedroom trying to get the curly headed boy to cooperate. 

“im not being a baby youre just being insufferable” he sighs flopping down on your bed. 

“you always act like this was my idea!! trust me i don’t want to do any of this just as much as you” 

sighing you sit across from him on the bed. you sit in silence for a few moments, both trying to calm down. 

“ok fine, what was your idea?” he questions, sitting back up. 

“and look who finally wants to listen” you say sarcastically.

“please just explain” 

“ok ok. i was thinking for our first appearance, we keep it simple. go out on a walk, stop for a snack, hold hands, stuff like that. that way we can be spotted and leave. and maybe finally spend some very much needed time away from each other” you finish. 

not wanting to admit its a good idea, jack begins to gather his things. 

“i’ll pick you up at 1 tomorrow, don’t take forever” jack says, making his way to your front door. rolling your eyes, you watch him leave. even after all the bickering, you both continue on with a slight smile on your faces. 

-

adding the finishing touches to your makeup you hear a knock on the door. you quickly get up, slipping on your shoes. you take one last look in the mirror, your light flower print dress complimenting your tanned skin. grabbing your purse, you finally make your way to the front door. opening it to reveal none other than jack champion. he stands in the doorway, taking in your appearance. 

“hellooo earth to jack, you can’t stare at me forever cmon lets go” you rush, walking over to his car. 

dumbfounded and embarrassed you caught him staring, he walks over to open the door for you. the car ride over is surprisingly silent, both caught up in a whirlwind of your own thoughts. finally arriving somewhere in malibu, jack parks the car. 

“you ready?” he looks over nervously. 

“let’s get this over with” you sigh. not wanting to admit how nervous you were. this moment would change everything, for a very long time. jack crosses over to your door, helping you out of the car. a smile quickly spreads across your face as you interlock your hand with his. 

and so the show begins. 

you lean into him as he places a kiss on the top of your head. you walk for a couple of minutes, talking about who knows what. out of the corner of your eye you see someone taking a few pictures. everything was going according to plan. you see an ice cream shop down the street and decide to stop there. as jack orders, you keep your eyes on him. allowing yourself to take in all his features. you didnt want to admit it, but man was he attractive. he quickly knocks you out of your trance. 

“thank you!! hey you wanna go sit outside” he asks, finishing up the transaction. 

“yeah lets go” you respond, hoping he didnt catch you staring. 

walking over to the open area, you find a table and begin eating. neither of you taking your eyes off each other, you continue in random conversation. this was the first time you had enjoyed each others company, no bickering, no yelling, no snarky looks. 

deciding you had been out for a good amount of time, jack interlocks your hands once again to walk back to the car. you soon feel his thumb tracing soft circles against your skin. a slight smile spreads across your face, but is quickly wiped away when you remember why youre here. this is just some pr plan, youre supposed to hate this boy. jack very quickly picks up on your silence. 

“hey, you okay” he asks, looking down at you and giving your hand a light squeeze.

“yeah, just ready to go home” you respond, smiling up at him. 

once jack dropped you off, you flopped onto your bed replaying every single moment in your head. you had no idea what you were feeling but you didnt like it. on the other hand, jack was starting to enjoy himself. he began to welcome the butterflies in his stomach. 

when you awoke in the morning, your phone was blowing up. thankfully, pictures had leaked and very quickly went viral. all of your friends were in shock but hyping you up for “bagging such a hottie”. smiling at the publicity you were getting, you knew everything was going to be okay. 

-

about 2 weeks had passed since your first appearance, and everything was going amazing. it definitely was not smooth what so ever, you and jack still had your bickering and annoyed moments. for the most part you learned to tolerate each other. maybe even started to like each other. 

you had another date planned for tonight but things very quickly went south. you had just gotten off the phone with your parents and it did not end well. they were tolerant of your career but never supportive. one thing lead to another and you were left arguing and crying on the phone. after a while you couldnt stand it any longer and hung up. you quickly wiped your tears trying to collect yourself. hearing a knock at the door you groan and slowly go up to answer it. standing there is jack, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in hand. unbeknownst to you, jack was planning something a little more special for tonight. 

“oh shit” you sigh, leaning against the door. you had completely forgotten about the date you had arranged. 

“you forgot” jack sighs, looking down at the ground. 

“yeah, something just came up” you make up a half assed excuse. 

“like what??” he asks in an angry tone

“geez jack why do you care so much? i think we can skip one stupid little date. the world doesnt revolve around this fake relationship weve created.” you explain. 

“yeah well the whole world doesnt revolve around you either” he whispers, bringing his eyes up back to you. in the dark lighting he couldnt see your red, bloodshot, and puffy eyes. 

“what?” you question, confused.

“nothing, its just funny that you think everything is gonna stop because something happened to you” 

“you don't get it jack” you scoff. 

“what don't i get? the fact that youre so self obsessed you cant see anything thats happening around you?” he questions 

“what are you talking about?!” you ask in pure confusion. 

“jesus y/n are you seriously this blind? all you care about is yourself. you only ever do something if it benefits you. i mean this whole stupid plan you only agreed to because it would boost your public image. this whole act never made any sense to me. you act so high and mighty but deep down its because you can’t handle people knowing the true you. and here i was thinking i was getting close to the real you. but it was just an act right? something for the cameras?  im done feeling this stupid.” he hands you the bouquet of flowers quickly turning back to his car. feeling tears dwell in your eyes you shut the door. 

you had gotten so close to something real. something that had flourished before your eyes. only for it to be torn down as quickly as it started.

a/n: me ruining every relationship asf

@txmxav @valenftcrush

[rachelsfav-queer]

Maybe A Boy? Pt. 3

(Part 1, Part 2)

(Trigger Warnings: Past Mentioned Transphobia, Past Child Abuse/Neglect)

Wednesday spots his target- friend, Enid doesn’t like it when he calls people targets, sitting at a table in the penta- quad and approaches silently, the only way he knows how.

Bianca is working on her strategy for the next Poe Cup, deep in her thoughts when the resident psychopath appears next to her, seemingly out of nowhere, and scares the shit out of her.

Bianca: *jumps* Shit! Wednesday, what the he- *cut off*

Wednesday: Bianca. There is something of importance that I need to tell you. Meet me in the locker room after fencing. Do not be late.

Before Bianca can even respond, Wednesday is already gone and the siren is left confused and dumbfounded, but her attention is caught by a notification on her phone. Pulling it out, she sees a text from Enid…

🐺Wolfie: be nice, im watching u 🫵

Bianca looks up from her phone and scans her surroundings, but finds no sign of the blonde, only leaving the siren more confused than before. And only slightly scared for her safety… maybe more than slightly… okay maybe a lot more.

*Two Hours Later, in the Empty Locker Room*

Bianca had waited patiently for the last of the fencing team to leave and now she finds herself walking around, looking for the raven. Just as she’s about to give up, she spots the dark figure on the other end of the room, obviously waiting for her. Bianca walks over to Wednesday and gets the seer’s attention.

Wednesday: Bianca, you’re here.

Bianca: Well, you asked for me, so I’m here. What’s going on?

Wednesday looks Bianca up and down from his spot, sitting on a metal bench. He considers the siren for a moment before speaking.

Wednesday: *gestures beside him* I’m… glad you are here. Sit down, please.

Bianca sits beside Wednesday and allows the raven to speak first. Wednesday turns to face Bianca.

Wednesday: Bianca, since I arrived here at Nevermore, you’ve been an undeniable thorn in my side, a worthy rival to keep me on my toes, a mighty ally in the battle against oppression, and eventually… someone I trust enough to call… a friend.

Wednesday: *hesitates* And so… I wish to tell you something very personal, something only a select few in my life currently know. I trust that you will keep it a secret for the time being, until I’m ready for it to known publicly.

Wednesday pauses for a moment and Bianca figures it’s her turn to speak.

Bianca: Look, I may be a bitch and all, but I’m not a monster. I swear, I won’t tell anyone something that you really don’t want public. And… just so you know? I trust you like a friend too.

Wednesday turned his head away at that, willing away the tears that appeared suddenly at the confession. It meant more to him to hear than he’d maybe ever feel comfortable admitting. But… not the point right now. Once the seer collects himself, he turns back to Bianca and speaks…

Wednesday: Alright. So, to begin, I am still deliberating on this matter at the moment, but I have recently come to the conclusion that I no longer identify as a girl. I believe I align more with masculinity. I am transgender.

Bianca gasped softly, a million things running through her head at that very second, as tears brim her eyes, but she holds them back and collects herself.

Bianca: Oh, Wednesday. Can- can I hug you? Just for a second?

Wednesday’s eyes widen for a second in surprise, but he quickly scans the room around them once more before nodding.

Wednesday: I suppose you can, but only this once, understand?

Bianca nods in agreement and carefully scoots closer to Wednesday, hesitating for only a moment before wrapping her arms around his shorter figure and embracing him for a long moment. Eventually, Wednesday hesitantly returns it and even melts into it, as does Bianca, before Wednesday begins to squirm a little in discomfort and the siren easily catches it and backs off, wiping her eyes for a moment.

Wednesday looks at her in confusion for a while before he speaks up.

Wednesday: Not to be blunt but… you are more emotional about this than I anticipated. Why?

With the genuine hint of confusion in the boy’s voice, Bianca doesn’t take the blunt question with any offense and simply asks her own in return.

Bianca: That’s a whole story and I promise I’ll tell you, but first I just want to ask, what are your pronouns and do you have a new name or anything? And when do you feel comfortable with me using them? Only in private or?

Wednesday: I go by he/him pronouns and I will keep my current name, Wednesday. And I would prefer you only use these pronouns in private for the time being. I want my friends to know first before I come out publicly. Now, explain.

Bianca: *chuckles* Alright, he/him only in private, got it. And okay, okay, Mister Bossy! Just… give me a sec, okay? I… haven’t told anyone this.

Wednesday: Of course, take your time. My apologies for rushing you.

Bianca: It’s alright, I appreciate it and I know it’s not intentional. *sighs* Okay, so… my home life wasn’t… exactly loving. My mom was never a great person to me and my father was absent. One day, my mom met this new guy and he… he made my mom so much worse. *sighs* I always knew that I wasn’t normal and I didn’t… *hesitates*

Bianca looks over at Wednesday and the boy nods in encouragement to her, and surprises her by offering a hand to her. The siren takes it with her own and powers through.

Bianca: I wasn’t… like the other boys. I didn’t… feel like the other boys. Before my stepfather, my mom at least tolerated it, but again… he made her worse. So… one day I had no choice, with the pressure from my mom to… and the hatred from my stepfather, I ran away and I never looked back.

The siren once again looked over at Wednesday and saw a curious gleam in his eyes, but something deeper in them as well, something… dangerous, but not directed at her, she somehow knew. Bianca continued…

Bianca: While I was out, living on my own and always on the move, I learned a lot of things. Like… I learned that how I felt actually had a name. I learned that I was trans. And one day, I was walking through this random town when I came across this… *laughs* crazy old lady. I swear, I was terrified of her at first! But as we talked… I sorta began to understand her and I realized… well I realized that she was scary as shit, but she was also really kind too. At least, she was kind to me. Once I realized that, we talked for nearly the entire day. And I, well… I accidentally slipped and I told her I was trans.

Bianca: But surprisingly, she took it in stride, it was almost like she already knew, I think? Or that she really just didn’t give a shit either way. Anyway, she told me to meet her again the next day at the exact same spot. She didn’t explain why, just ran off with this freaky laugh. I thought, what’s the harm and so I came back and she ended up giving me these potions and said that they’d help me transition, said they were “way more effective than that pharmaceutical crap” whatever that means.

Bianca: Of course, I was suspicious at first, but I tried it out and literally within a week! I was like a completely different person physically. I was… finally a girl! And this lady, she told me to contact her whenever I ran out for refills. I asked what her name was and she just told me to call her “Grandmama”-

Bianca is cut off by a sharp gasp coming from Wednesday and she looks over at the boy, who is wide-eyed and looks thoroughly shocked.

Bianca: Wh- what?

Wednesday: I believe that this crazy old lady you ran into was my Grandmama Addams…

Bianca: *flabbergasted* Woah… holy shit… that’s- that is so freaky!

Wednesday: Indeed… well, in case you were still holding any doubts, Grandmama’s potions are always perfect. She’s an expert, she doesn’t allow for unwanted side effects, unless she intends for them. So your potions are safe.

Bianca: *chuckles* I appreciate the reassurance. Anyway, yeah. After some time, I eventually found myself in Jericho. And there, I heard about Nevermore, that it was a home for all Outcasts. That’s where I saw my chance to really start a new life. So, I changed my name and used… less-than-legal means to get in, and I’ve been Bianca Barclay ever since.

Bianca: So… yeah, I know what it’s like. Don’t worry, Wednesday, I accept you completely and I’m really damn proud of you for coming out to me. And um… I don’t know, if you have any questions, I guess? I’m here. Oh, and if anyone tries to give you shit? Lemme know so I can let ‘em know to take a nice dip in the lake, alright?

Wednesday smirks at that and nods.

Wednesday: Thank you, Bianca. For your story, for trusting me with this information, and for your vow of protecting me. Tanaka has also made me promise to come to her if anyone tries to attack me for my identity. I must admit, despite my ability to protect myself, it is… pleasant to have such fierce allies on my side.

Bianca: Of course, Addams! No one’s allowed to talk shit about you besides me, anyway. Special rivals rule.

Wednesday: *rolls eyes* That’s not actually a thing.

Bianca: *smirks* It is now! I’m making it a thing. If anyone wants to mess with you, they’re gonna deal with the Queen Bee first. Besides, it’s not just Yoko and I that are gonna be pummeling any bigoted assholes. That wolf of yours is very protective and quite honestly, a little terrifying. Just like you.

Wednesday smiles at the mention of Enid and his eyes grow fond at the thought of her protective attitude ever since the night of the Blood Moon.

Wednesday: Indeed she is. In all honesty, she has made this whole journey of coming out much easier with her kindness and her confidence in me. I’d be a hopeless mess without her.

Bianca: *scoffs* Really? You’re a hopeless mess with her. Honestly, you’re both perfect for each other, since you’re both total gay disasters. You two were worse than Yoko and ‘Vina were before they got together, and trust me? Watching them dance around each for literally an entire year was painful.

Wednesday blushes at the lighthearted teasing and glares at the siren, though it’s off put by the small smirk on his face as he speaks…

Wednesday: I hope you realize that these revelations today change nothing between us, Barclay. I’m still going to ensure the bitter taste of defeat burns in the back of your throat.

Bianca: Oh, is that so, Addams? Why don’t you prove it and meet me back in the fencing hall for another round? I didn’t get the chance to kick your ass today, after all.

Wednesday: You’re on, siren. Get dressed, I’ll be waiting for you.

Bianca: Not if I’m out there first, raven.

The two stare off for a long, tense moment before they both shoot up to go grab their gear and get changed. By the end of the day, they’re both worn out, laid out on the floor, sweating profusely, but both smiling widely at another perfect draw.

End <3

(A/N: lol, Wednesday is transitioning into a boy and meanwhile, in the background, Enid is transitioning into an Addams, with her increasingly terrifying and creative threats lmaoooo)

[celestialomnipotence]

Sun & Moon X Child! Reader

TWs: Hints of abuse/Child neglect (if I need to add more, I will later on)

Note from Kyo- I made this so people can see an idea of how I write! This is my first time properly doing this so please dont be too harsh on me, I mostly do this in hopes of bringing comfort to those who get them from reading stories with things the go through.

Sypnosis: A (NB) child is left at the daycare and all the kids seem to not want to be around them. Which causes the kid to become more and more distressed and lonely, until the daycare attendant approaches them!

Your parents had dropped you off at the daycare very early today… Your father had already gone off to work and your mother was grumpily dragging you into the cursed place.. Well it wasnt exactly cursed, you very much enjoyed being at the daycare when your parents were at work! You only protested against it though because of the other kids ‘being mean’. To which you only earned eye rolls and were told to just deal with it… And what soon shut you up about the whole ordeal was when your mother snapped at you, yelling at you to shut up about the kids there and just deal with it, you were getting dropped off there whether you liked it or not.

So here you were.. In such a giant and colorful play area. Kids were running around, screaming, playing, coloring… Yet you were just standing there awkwardly. Should you try to play with the other kids? Would it hurt again if you tried?

You only took a shaky breath as you went to where some kids were playing tag. You wanted to join in quite a lot so you quickly ran to a kid and asked, “Hey can I join?-“ To which the kid immediately laughed at you. “You again?? No! Leave us alone freak!” The kid giggled as he ran off and you only stood their dumbfounded. You seriously ran into the rudest kid on your first try. After a few seconds you moved to the wall, should you try again?

Well you did. This time you ran to kids playing hide and seek. They had just started a game too which was perfect! “Hey can I join?” This little girl gave you a curious look but you noticed how distant her eyes looked at the same time. “Oh yea sure-.. Um- Ill count an extra… 20 seconds for you-“ You had nodded excitedly at that and already ran off. Going straight into the play structure and hiding in your favorite spot.

And there you sat for what felt like forever… And ever.. And ever… They werent looking for you.. Were they?

Thats when you felt tears well up in your eyes as you buried your head in your knees…

Then you heard someone coming near you in the structure. Oh great now another kid would call you a cry baby.

That was until you heard the voice. “Oh my goodness! Why are you crying little one?” You looked up at the cheery sun that some how fit inside the structure. “O-oh!- I-im- Im ok-“ You stuttered in a hurry as you wiped your tears away. Even though the Suns face was a constant smile, he approached you a little cautiously until he managed to sit right in front of you. Sure he was meant to be happy and entertain kids while the lights were on, but there was a little bit of code in him that told him what to do with upset kids. Plus he has already experienced seeing kids who had gotten abused before!

“Would you like to tell me whats wrong little one?” Sun had asked while letting his head rotate some to one side, maybe a bit more than he intended. You debated telling him.. Would he get upset like your parents did..? No, he was such a happy Sun! But still, should you trust him…?

You hesitantly spoke up. “W-well.. I tried to play with all the other kids again… They just left me out again and said mean things.” Sun left out a gasp that you could determine if it was real or for dramatics. “How rude of them! Well what did you want to play little one?” “.. Tag-.. And hide and seek-… But now I just want someone to play with me. That wont just leave me alone.” Sun seemed to think for a moment, tapping hid non-existent chin. “How about we play together then! Ill give you all the special attention you deserve! We can finger paint, play with crafts, or with glitter glue! Whatever you want!”

You couldnt help but giggle a bit at his enthusiasm.. And at the idea of getting all his attention.

And well, if Sun could have grinned wider, he would have. “Can we play with the paints?” You asked to which the Sun immediately, somehow, nodded. “Of course! Lets go now little one!” He held his hand out to you which you immediately took.

Then there you were, finger painting, putting googley eyes on each other, and having so much fun. You almost completely forgot about what had happened early. Soon enough, Sun told you he would have to go away soon and Moon would come out to put all the kids to bed.

You nodded at that and let out a small yawn. Maybe you would nap this time.. You had so much fun so of course you would be tired.

And when Moon finally came out, all of the kids hurried to bed while you were quickly finishing your fingerpainting you were working on some how behind Suns back.

Moon soon enough went up to you. “Naughty naughty.. You know you shouldnt be painting, its nap time.” You were quick to nod at him but then you held on your painting.. Which was one of you, Sun and Moon holding hands. Moon stared at the painting.. Or what you assumed was staring before he slowly grabbed it. He hadnt had any special experiences with you yet you still added him..?

“Thank you little one but you still have to sleep.” You nodded as he continued to speak. “Ill hang this up in our room and then help you to bed, ok?”

You nodded and then Moon… Floated? Flied away? It was too dark for you to tell anyways so you went right over to an area where you could cuddle up…

And soon Moon got over to you, only to find you already passed out under your blanket. Moon watched you for a few seconds before pulling the blanket all the way up and moving some hair out of your face.

Kyo- Well… This was my first attempt at something, hope you enjoyed :)

Id like to think Sun has kept you in his database and whenever your there, you get a special bit of attention to make sure you arent too lonely or left out!

[ts1mp0ne]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Kylian Mbappe x reader

.𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which kylian is jealous of a certain someone that has been trying to get with his girlfriend

.𝑪𝑾: angst, fluff at the end

.𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: heyyy guys, I am so sorry this request was literally from months ago I just didn’t know what to write😭, im trying to clear up my request list and yea hope you like it, based on that request on top

We had just arrived at Michael Rubin’s annual party for the 4th of July, Kylian, Brice and me, we were approached by many celebrities since we don’t usually stay in the states it’s unusual to see us there, and most of the people here are ones we interacted once or twice online.

Recently, there had been some rumours going around that me and ( NBA player) had been going out in secret, which I think it’s stupid since I’ve been with Kylian the whole time since we arrived in Miami

But all of this started when (NBA player) said on an interview that he had a crush on me and that if I gave him a chance he would make me the happiest woman

This was very childish, since me and Kylian had been together since we were 16 and he had been there for me since the beginning and vice versa

We were currently near the drinks, I was talking to Kendall Jenner and other girls and Kylian was talking to Kevin Heart and the others, when (NBA player) approached me and the girls and started talking to me

I could see that he was trying to flirt but I was shutting down any advances he was making at me, for obvious reasons, im happily taken

I could see Brice taping Kylian on the shoulder and pointing at me, I could see that he was mad, then we made eye contact, he could see that I was uncomfortable

I think (NBA player) sensed that I wasn’t listening to him anymore, so then he stared to where I was looking and saw Kylian glaring at him “let’s go somewhere more private ma” he said

I just looked at him dumbfounded and said “are you crazy, can’t you see that I have a bf, who tf do you think I am” then I tried to leave but he grabbed my hand “cmon ma I can make you more famous than that boy toy of yours”

From a distance I could see Kylian approaching “is there something wrong amour?” He asked but he obviously knew the answer to that “no bro we were just-“ “I wasn’t talking to you now was I?” He asked rhetorically with an arched brow, he was getting pissed

“Everything is okay Kyky don’t worry, (NBA player) was just leaving, weren’t you” I said with a smile that said, ‘if you don’t get out of here noww, my bf is going to beat your ass’ he got what I meant and left without speaking another word

After we saw that he was very far, Kylian pulled me in for a kiss that didn’t last long bcs the girls started teasing us, to which we just laughed and decided to go somewhere more private

“I don’t know if I’ve told you this, but you look três belle” he said once we reached a place near the pool, he was staring down at me, admiring every inch of my face, and I won’t lie, I as doing the same exact thing

“You have said it, multiple times amor, but I don’t mind hearing it again” I said and pecked his lips “Je t’aime mon coeur” I said and he smiled, that smile of his that makes everyone else around him smile too

“Je t’aime mon Princesse” he said and hugged me “I know you were jealous back there” he looked at me and then just scoffed letting himself go off me “no Kylian I thought it was cute, though you have nothing to worry about because the only person I love is you” I said while laughing

He just side eyed me and I started laughing even more, this time he was laughing with me too, then we calmed down and he said “I know, I trust you, it’s them I don’t trust, if I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have given you that ring that you so much deserve” he said raising my left hand to his lips and kissing the engagement ring he gave me at the beginning of the year

I smiled looking down at the ring “I still can’t believe we’re engaged, I mean took you long enough, but the timing was perfect” I still remember that day it was right after New Year’s Eve, our families and friends there, everything was perfect

Who would’ve thought that I’d end up with such a wonderful man…. me, I thought that

[yoonyeon0]

((Can you write about Meguro? What happens if he falls in love with someone (S/O)? What will he do to get their attention? (1) ))

Hi, that's why I read your posts... I wanted to ask when this part will be? 👆🏻🤨

By the way, thanks for writing 💋

another day, another late ask replied to ☹️ im trying my best yall, please be patient with me 😭😭 (a/n : this is lowkey kinda short…sorry..😕)

Meguro Masaki Falling In love with someone else’s S/O Hcs

let’s go!!

Meguro hasn’t and most likely won’t (if it wasn’t for you) feel love before. His heart is already mangled as well as his brain but when he’s with you, he feels a little more at ease. He feels like he’ll be okay and trust me - that’s weird coming from MEGURO MASAKI.

・・・・☆

Now, Meguro would definitely stay reserved (or at least try) and for the most part, he’ll think that you’re not dating which puts him at an advantage but he’s in for a surprise. Let’s just say for short, Meguro hates sharing. Absolutely despises it.

・・・・☆

Gets so jealous it makes others around him jealous too. He first envies your partner. Why would you choose them instead of him? He was much better in his opinion (that may or may not be right..)

・・・・☆

He then envies the fact that your in relationship even though that is the same thing that he is craving and hunting for within you. It hurts him to think that you could ‘betray’ him like that.

・・・・☆

Meguro literally does everything and anything to get your attention. He’ll first start off subtle, just asking you questions about your self until he’s litterally giving you flowers (that he found on the side of the road). He really tries to display his love to you in multiple ways, both in the ways you find normal and the ways he finds normal. He is definitely a handful.

・・・・☆

Whenever he’s around you, you literally feel his eyes burning into your eyes. His stare is intense, as if he’s claiming you right in front of everyone. So trust me, it definitely takes you for a rollercoaster when you get the tingling sensation all throughout your body; warning you of the potential danger in front of you. Bad thing that you ignored it.

・・・・☆

Now, ideally, you are supposed to fall in love with him. Leave your partner and go run away with him but obviously you don’t. You tell him that you’re already in a relationship. And he doesn’t take that for an answer at all..

・・・・☆

He definitely keeps trying. If your partner tries to interfere, he will definitely get salty. He’ll feel like you’re leaving him and he won’t want that to happen so if you use your inference skills, you can guess what he did.

・・・・☆

Now you’re devastated and absolutely dumbfounded. You’re scared and terrified. This guy you basically just turned down just killed the person you called spouse. So now what do you do? Well, try and stay away from him.

・・・・☆

But that doesn’t work out. Now that Meguro thinks that his competition is gone, his advances will be much more targeted and straightforward. He will definitely tell you he loves you and has for a long time. Probably doesn’t come out with the fact that he watches you sleep follows you around.

・・・・☆

Now eventually he’ll ask you to be his partner and he’ll EXPECT a yes. If you even mutter a no, he’ll zone out. So it’s better for you to choose the safer way than the dangerous way. You’re not trying to live fast, die young.

・・・・☆

Knowing him, he would definitely hide you away from people so that they can’t take you away from him. And the rest should be clear enough. 😘

・・・・☆

Honestly, the short version is if Meguro has his eyes on you, you’re his - no discussion needed.

how I feel after having a full req box but not answering one of em for 6 days..we won’t talk abt THAT 💜

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

[kaeyas-beloved]

Saw the post w/ the prompt list and you said is open

If you don't mind, can you do 🥘 w/ Dazai from BSD?

(hope I did this right)

I don't mind at all Anon! (and no worries, you did it right <3)

CWs: gn!reader, petnames (dear), maybe a little ooc Dazai

Acts of service prompts: open!

[ 🥘 ] - having dinner ready for them when they arrive home

It wasn't rare for your boyfriend to greet you at the door the moment you get home, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek. It was rare, however, for the man to greet you in the form of standing in front of you, hands folded behind his back. You stop midway on taking your shoes off, making sure to give him a glare that conveys your suspicion. "What did you do Osamu?"

"Im just greeting you, as always," comes his 'innocent' reply. His little smile that was meant to sell the idea that nothing out of the ordinary was going on did, in fact, not help his case at all. If anything, it just dug him further into whatever hole he's got himself into. You just hope there’s no actual holes involved.

For the next handful of seconds that passed you kept your gaze trained on him, analyzing all you could. There were no new injuries on his person (thank god), he didn't smell of river water or trash (thank god again) and, while he was smiling, it wasn't one that had sinister undertones. What the hell could it be then? "Don't lie to my face, what did you do?"

"I'm wounded dear. Do you really not trust me?"

"No." Yes, you actually think, but it's okay to tease him every now and then. Besides, you know that he knows you trust him with all that you are. "Either admit to your crimes dear or I'm walking out this door and having dinner with Yosano instead."

And he laughs - head thrown back and shoulders shaking as if you’ve said the funniest thing in the world. You didn't know what to expect from your empty threat, but it certainly wasn't to be blessed by the sounds of his merriment, "I was right, you are cute when you're mad." You’re truly dumbfounded but its admittedly difficult to suppress a smile of your own.

You goof, "is that what this is about? You wanted to see me mad?" you ask, resuming taking off your shoes and coat.

"No," he says, grabbing your hand the moment it’s unoccupied and encasing it in his, "I actually wanted to show you something." Oh god… spoke too soon.

Sighing, you nod in the direction of further into the house, letting him drag you to wherever it is this surprise is waiting. And a surprise it sure is.

How'd he know? When the hell did you ever say that this was your favourite? "I asked our friends if you're wondering." He really must’ve if he was able to lay out a dinner that’s exactly to your tastes. It appears freshly put out too, like he just finished pouring the last glass before you walked through the door.

You’re about to melt into a puddle of goo, embrace him and place kiss after kiss on his face when a devious idea entered your thoughts. Crossing your arms, you smirk and close your eyes, aiming for an expression between smug and smartass, “and you didn’t burn down the place? I’m shocked Osamu.”

Immediately a newfound weight bogs down your shoulder, your lover leaning himself on you, “I’m hurt! What makes you think I didn’t know how to do such a simple task like cook?” You don’t see it - you’re too busy trying to keep yourself from falling over - but he has the back of his hand pressed against his forehead, one eye closed and the other peeking towards you to catch your expression.

“Oh, I don’t know Osamu, maybe because when I first met you you smelled like a rotting corpse and when I first went to your house your dishes were staked in the sink.”

“I was going to do them later that day!” Having enough of being made fun of, Dazai reaches towards your unprotected sides, you unaware of the onslaught of torture you’re about to receive. “Besides, that didn’t stop you from loving me did it?”

“No, I suppose nOAAHHT!?” Twisting in his hold, you begin your perilous fight for air, but your lover is ruthless, not letting you go for a second. You end up bumping into the table and the chairs a few times, rattling the dishes on top. Ordinarily you’d be worried about them falling and breaking but right now you’re having too much fun with the silly man you fell in love with.

Then it happened. Looking down you find that your hand has landed right in the middle of one of the dishes. All playfulness stopped for a breath, both of you frozen as you just stood and stared… before bursting into fits of giggles, straightening up from the hunched over position you found yourselves in.

“How does this sound,” you pat at his arm, them still encircling your form, “you let me wash up and we can eat the no doubt yummy food you’ve made.”

“Fine by me,” he lets you step out of his hold, watching as you turn to leave only to stop a second after.

“Oh, and Osamu?” The man hums then makes a noise of surprise when you pull him closer, placing a kiss on his lips. Easily he kisses back, and as you pull away you drop your voice to a whisper, “thank you for making dinner, I had a rough day today, so this was really nice to come home to.”

Kissing him one last time you back up and turn to walk towards the bathroom again, leaving a smiling Osamu Dazai in the middle of the kitchen.

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