#wear it if you want just dont expect me to follow your lead

[mccreesexytime]

Eren Jeager x Chubby ! reader

Cw: Full nelson, dirty talk, mirror sex, public sex, creampie, Wholesome ending lol Summary: Eren shows you some stretching techniques at the gym. this is kind of a short fic ! sorry !

Eren could fuck anyone he wanted, hes hot and charming. He works out often and he has a pretty face. Even if he did wanna fuck anyone else, he saw you at the gym. A short chubby girl on a treadmill, running as much as you could. You were sweating in tight yoga pants and a tight sports bra. Your pudge was just hanging out a bit but you could see all your curves thru your outfit. You weren't obviously trying to look skimpy or anything,  its the gym. Eren couldn't stop looking at you though, every time he saw you he'd just thought about how much he wanted to fuck you there. He had other girls talk to him at the gym but he'd just talk to them and try to get them to leave him alone. Of course you noticed, he was popular among almost every girl there. You were just trying to work out. Eren did decide to come up to you though and 'help' you out with a workout machine you were clearly using wrong this day. "Hey, I don't think you're supposed to be doing that. Did you even stretch first  ?" A smirking Eren who comes up from behind you says. His pretty green eyes look up and down at every part of your body. "Oh, uhm. Sorry" is all you say, you didn't expect him to even come up to you. You didn't even notice he did. You just thought maybe he's talking to you to make fun of you or something. "Let me help ya out, yeah ?" Eren says in his smooth voice. He's only wearing a tank top and shorts. He had been sweating too from his own workout. "No, I think I'm okay." This Eren guy was being too nice to you, you thought. Eren wasn't used to being rejected, girls typically fawned over him. He thought you were playing hard to get. You're just sitting at the machine, while Eren comes closer to you, "you clearly don't know what you're doing. I just wanna help" he gives you a smile with his stupid handsome face and you fall for it. Maybe he did just wanna help, or maybe he was just trying get down in your pants. You wouldn't give in that much though. Right? "Okay, what should i do then?" You ask in a soft tone, you try to avoid eye contact because he's embarrassedly close to you with his hot body. "Well you have to stretch first. We gotta go somewhere else though for that. My names Eren by the way" he's leaning on the equipment and his other arm on his hip. "Yeah, my name is y/n." You say glancing back at him. He's just looking at you all over your sweaty body. God why was he so hot to look at ? He seems like an asshole. "Y/n follow me," the way he says your name makes you feel all giddy. You didn't wanna show him how naive you are, and you thought you knew what you were doing but you followed him anyway. He walks besides you. "I know a private room, around here. It's not being used anymore so don't worry it'll just be us" you get up and pick up your workout bag and place it on your left shoulder. Eren walks right next to you leading you the way, he walks toward the back of the gym you've never been in before. It was large room with one side of the wall just being a mirror. It looked more like a ballet or yoga studio. "Just sit down for a bit and catch your breath" he closes the door after you walk in the room, you dont notice but he locks it. You put down your bag and sit down, laying your back on the wall that's facing the mirror. You look at yourself, getting insecure about your image. You didn't know your pudge was being that exposed when you worked out. You cover yourself by placing your knees in front of you. "So, how are we gonna do this?" You ask. Looking up at Eren who's walking over to you. He pulls a workout bench and puts it right next to the wall your back is on. "I'm just gonna stretch you out real nice. It'll help with your exercises" he said with an evil gaze. He towers over you. 

Not long after, you didn't except him to use the mirror to watch fuck you in front of it. Eren's back is on the wall and he's sitting on the bench. His legs are spread and you're on top of him, there's loud echoing sounds of skin slapping and your sounds. Eren is strong enough to have your legs folded up to your chest and keep a firm grip there, while he thrust his massive dick inside your hole. He's basically restrained you with his own strength. You have tears running down your face. This is probably the best dick you've ever had and Eren is aware of that. His thrusts make you bounce on his dick with his balls slapping against you hard , your tits and chubby tummy are jiggling. Hell, Eren didn't even pull your pants down, he just ripped your leggings to make a hole to get access to your hole.  "Eren !" You moan loudly "Make sure you're, quiet sweetheart" Eren didn't give a fuck if anyone heard you, he just wanted to make it harder for you. So much slick and wet is running down your thighs and on Erens dick. You have to watch everything through the mirror and it feels so pornographic. Eren makes sure to make you keep watching. "Fucking slut, take my dick" he pushes himself up more and you can feel every part of him stretching you out, its hurting but you don't care. "Look at you. You're stretching out so well for me." You just moan in response, you couldn't make out anything in your mind. Everything he was saying was so dirty. Eren shifted, his dick just abusing your poor cunt. "You gonna let me cum inside you huh ? Get you pregnant?" You just nodded stupidity, he chuckled at your response. "You barely know me and you're letting me fuck you like this?" making eye contact with you in the mirror."Ye-s please don't stop Eren !" You stick out your tongue and your mind is gone, all you can think of is Erens dick in you. He lowers your legs down a bit but keeps his firm grip on your thighs. "Fucking slut, take all of my cum." You let out a loud moan at his words and soon you're filled with warm seed inside your fat pussy. He lets go of your legs and you feel sore, but relieved. He lifts you up a bit and tries to move you beside him. You close your legs because of the spilling seed. "Told you I'd stretch you out" Eren says. You look up at him and whimper, you still feel everything. "How about I take you out for a proper date?" You nod and smile at him. He squishes your face cheeks with his hand. "Plus you look cute anyway, you don't need a gym" and kisses you on the temple of your head.

[bahrtofane]

bruised knuckles

 Jude x gender neutral!reader 

While it’s not that surprising that a last minute party invite leads to a fight, Jude carrying you out was a little bit of an overkill 

Word count - 1.5K+ 

Watch it - physical fight, pretentious male character, bruised knuckles mentioned like once. i am so unserious for writing this yall

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“That doesn’t make any sense though. “ You scoff idly playing with the rings adorning your fingers. Most gifts from Jude. 

Speaking of, He sits next to you on a sleek black couch. The both of you got dragged away to some party by his teammates on what could’ve been a lazy weekend at home. He got a call way too early than what was socially acceptable on a weekend, (it was 10 am), and was begged to come along. You were already getting up groaning at the whining coming from his phone. Blame it on being half asleep or unaware but you both mumbled a promise to be there and went back to bed. 

So here you are at a party hosted by god knows who in a now packed hotel, god knows where.

You know Jude doesn't like going to these. He calls them a poor excuse to show off and boost egos. You agree, it's all a ruse to see who can drop the most on champagne or bring the model with the most followers home. All just to have pixelated pictures of yourself blasted on social media 

You couldn’t even call it a party to be honest, there’s a crowd jumbling together in an attempt to dance and music blaring from somewhere. It's more of a bad linkedin meetup. Dim lighting flickering poorly and cups strewn carelessly on the floor. It’s lame and you can’t wait to leave. His teammates that dragged the two of you here have long since abandoned the two of you to do.., actually you have no idea what any of them are here for, nor do you care. 

You just continue to sip on your water and try to keep yourself entertained. It's not going very well. 

The guy you're in conversation with sits on an identical couch across from you rolls his eyes, “Of course you don’t understand. I don’t expect you to understand the complexity of such a topic. “

Judes been pretty silent this whole time, watching the exchange. He understands you prefer to handle things yourself and respects that fully. He won’t take that away just to tell someone off. Though the second you ask he doesn't have a problem getting in anyone's face. 

Now his hand moves to your thigh gently squeezing it, a warning to keep things in check for the night. He knows that you can get into more trouble than you care for sometimes. Spurring into action faster than you can actually process what you're doing. 

You dont want to give him anymore bad press but holy fuck is this guy youre talking to an ass hole. You don't even know how he spotted you in the almost pitch black room. He smiled and asked for a picture with the two of you, and had gotten agitated when you declined. 

“At least give me conversation.” He pleaded.

And so here you are. You regretted the choice about 20 minutes ago. 

Your eyes narrow as you clench your teeth. “Listen I don't care for pretty arguments on topics that are in my jurisdiction ”

The man, who’s name you long forgot, just shakes his head and takes a long drink from his red solo cup. 

“I seriously doubt that. You dress like that and expect anyone to take you seriously like come on. “ He snickers. 

Jude tenses next to you and you try your best to calm the both of you down. Jude isn't one to start fights per say but he's not 6’1 (give or take) for nothing. Reputation be damned. 

You breathe deeply trying to resist the urge to beat his ass right then and there. The cheap laser lights only make your head hurt. Jude rubs circles on your thigh, you settle for a quick response instead. 

“What I wear doesn’t mean shit. I look good. What the fuck you have going for you? “ 

“A diploma ?? I don’t think you have one of those do you.”

Your patience is wearing thin, knee bobbing up and down harshly as you try and focus your attention away from him.

Jude stands, gently nudging your shoulder. It's time to leave. And you agree. No worth entertaining this any longer.

Just as you stand, taking Judes outstretched arm with a smile, setting your cup down on the table.  You get one last retort that truly sends you reeling. 

“Oh yeah walk away,” he begins, using his cup to point at you both. When you dont reply he chooses to get up, following you around the table and back into the dance floor. 

“Let the money maker drag you away,” He yells, grabbing into your arm and yanking it back it almost knocks you off your feet“ So worthless compared to him you don't-”

You don’t let the man finish, rushing from your seat to slam him onto the floor. His drink splashes on your chest as you meet the slippery brown hardwood with a loud thud. Your body jerks with heavy force, ears ringing, but you don’t let up. Trapping his legs under your weight, one arm forcing his hands down while the other lands blows into his face. A crowd has gathered, you know that much, the bass that’s been shaking the floor has stopped as people are clamoring around to get a better look. 

That all fades in the next few moments, passing in a blur as the man under you tries desperately to get up with no avail. You're clawing at whatever you can reach, tufts of his hair in between your fists while he yells so harshly you think his voice is about to give out. 

He manages to land a kick haphazardly to your lower stomach, which makes you groan just enough for your grip to loosen and for him to begin to slip away.

Just as you get a good grip on him again you're lifted on the ground watching him skimper away, heaving deep breaths as he grips a couch arm rest. You thrash trying to slip away from the arms but you're caught all too soon. You're yelling at the man, spitting venom. Though the exact words are less clear at this point. 

When you walk out from the blaring lights, you have half the mind to realize you're in a familiar set of arms. Wrapped around to keep you steady, swinging you over their shoulders. Jude. 

The adrenaline rushes through you, blurring the party and its noise out of focus. You do realize you're heading down stairs and outside, the cool night air like a hotel AC on summer vacation, a little bit of an overkill. But it does good to bring you back to reality. 

“You're going to get quite the reputation if you keep this up. “ He sighs, amusement in his voice. 

You have half the mind to respond with a slap to his back. “Yeah well next time bitches need to know not to try me. A reputation wouldn’t even be that bad for me. Might be bad for you“ 

He pats your back gently and continues down the curb, softly setting you down when you reach your car. You lean against the passenger door, wiping the sweat off your face and checking for any major damage across your body. There are none, just bruising on your knuckles. Dude couldn’t even get one proper hit in. The aftermath of your actions sets in and you groan, rubbing your temples. 

Jude gives you a small smile, gently taking your hand in his. You look at him fondly, if it weren’t for him you really don’t know what you would do at this point.

“I'm sorry. This is going to be all over twitter in an hour fuck.” You apologize. 

“He deserved it. Doesn't matter what they say they weren't there.”

You shake your head, “i need to do better, this is just gonna come back to you. I guarantee you everyone was recording.”

“They can think and do what they want.”

“Jude…”

“No more talk of that. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” taking your hands and giving then a once over.

“No baby. Im fine.”

“Thank god.”

“I'm really really sorry, love.” you mutter.

He fixes your outfit, gentle tucking and rearranging the fabric back into place. “I told you baby, it's really fine. He was disrespectful and passed the limit.”

“Do you think he'll press charges?”

“I'm not sure. But for now dont worry okay? I got you. He touches you first anyway”

“Okay,” you breath out. 

“Eduardo’s getting your stuff, he’s gonna be here in a sec. “ He tells you softly. 

You nod your head and lean onto his shoulder, “The carrying me out was a little bit of an overkill babe.” you play with the buttons on his shirt. Trying to find at least a little light in the situation. 

He snorts, “if I didn’t you would’ve mauled the guy.” 

You shrug in response. Maybe you should lay off parties for a while if they keep ending like this. 

[chrissturnioloswife88]

~Public~ Chris Sturniolo

Warnings- 18+ ONLY, smut, public kink, use of the following names ‘baby’ and ‘ma’, p in v, unprotected (DONT DO!!) creampie, cockwarming, one use of y/n (sorry if i forgot any)

A/N- this is my first attempt at writing smut/fanfiction so bear with me. !NOT proofread!

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You’re driving home from work after having one of the most stressful days in a while as you get a text. At the stop light you look at your phone to see Chris’, your fiance, name. It read, “On the way to dinner! Can’t wait to see you.”

Shit!

Your almost forgot that you had dinner with Chris and his brothers after the day you just had. “See ya in 10 baby.” You quickly replied before making a u-turn.

Once you arrived you walked in, through the mall, and to the entrance of the restaurant. Chris was right at the door waiting for you when you see him. He’s wearing your favorite black jeans and a blue Fresh Love hoodie.

When he sees you he immediately smiles and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to kiss you hello. “You look nice. ma”, he says with his hand still on the small of your back leading you to the table. You’re wearing a short, white sundress with a brown cropped cardigan.

“Thanks.”, you reply as you reach the table and see Nick and Chris. You and Chris sit on the booth opposite of them and all you can think about is how stressful your day was. The many rude clients you had to deal with and the 18 hour shift you worked

For the most part of dinner, you tuned in and out of the conversation and rarely talked. Chris noticed this and leaned over to you when Nick and Matt were talking to each other. “What’s up?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Nothing.”, you lie as you smile softly at him. He looked at you with narrowed eyes like he was questioning you but dropped it when Nick asked him a question. You didn’t pay attention to anything they were talking about. But this time it wasn’t because of the stress, it was because Chris’ hand was slowly but surely inching further up your thigh.

Chris’ hand stopped right at the top of your thigh and you could feel your heat starting to grow. His hand was so close but so far all at the same time.

By the end of dinner your panties became useless at the thought of what Chris’ veiny hand should be doing to you right now. As your eyes met Chris’ giving him a warning look, you could see that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Do you guys want to go watch Avengers Endgame?” Matt asked as we were walking out of the restaurant. Nick shrugged, “I don’t care. It’s up to them.”

You all decided to go to the movies as you walked back to your cars. “I’ll ride with y/n.” Chris said before you all went your separate ways. You and Chris didn’t talk until you got to your car.

“You knew exactly what you were doing in there baby.” You say, buckling your seatbelt. You look at Chris and he’s just smirking.

“Something was wrong so I tried to temporarily fix it.” He shrugged. As you thought about it, after he put his hand on your thigh you didn’t think about your day at work at all. “Now are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Or…”

You sigh and lean your head back. “Just work. So many of the clients were bitchy. And 18 hour shifts aren’t easy, im so tired.” You finally told him but he didn’t answer until you looked at him. You didn’t expect much from his face but you definitely didn’t expect his eyes to be filled with lust.

“When we get to the movies, we’ll fix the stress. Then you can sleep the rest of the movie.” You knew what he meant by ‘fix the stress’ which didn’t help your matters much because you could feel yourself getting even more soaked.

“With your brothers next to us?!” You questioned and he just smirked.

Once you all arrived at the movies and got your tickets you made your way to the seats. “Sit in my lap.” Chris demanded and you obeyed.

Once the lights dimmed and you put a blanket over you and Chris, you felt him kiss the back of your neck and up to your ear where he stopped and whispered, “lift up your dress.”

His voice left goosebumps on your skin as you lifted your dress to your waist. He nudged you to sit up as he pulled his hard cock out of his jeans and moved your panties to the side.

“Fuck ma’, you’re soaked…” he whispered against you ear again as he teases your entrance with his tip. You hold back whimpers at the feeling. He suddenly slides his cock in and grabs your hips lowering you down slowly on his cock.

He you cover your mouth to hold back the moans threatening to escape when you hear Chris seethe at the feeling. “So tight f’me- shit…”. He slowly leans you back so that you’re laying against him. “Just stay like- like this.”

You’re so needy and wet as you clench unintentionally. He squeezed your arm slightly, warning you.

After 10 minutes has gone by of you clenching and him ‘accidentally’ moving his hips upward, you start to wiggle your hips a little trying to find the friction you need so much. This makes him hiss at the sudden movement a bit too loudly.

You look over at his brothers and Matt’s already looking at you guys with questioning eyes before turning his attention back to the movie. The thought of being caught was only turning you on more so you lean closer to Chris’ ear and whisper, “I can’t wait any longer baby.”

“S’needy f’me, ma.” He teases before quickly but quietly thrusting into you. He puts his hands on your hips to make you hover a bit now so that he can move.

You already feel yourself getting close so you clench really hard in a way to silently let him know. But what you didn’t know was that he was already too close and you clenching pushed him over the edge. You finally lose control as you reach your high at the feeling of his warm cum filling your insides up.

You turn to face him and meet his wide eyes. “Ma… i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to cum inside” Normally you’d be more upset but you’re not.

“Whatever,” you smile at him and the fear on his face slowly faces “We’re getting married, and I love you” you give him a kiss.

After you’ve both put your cloths back on you cuddle up against Chris’ chest. “Now go to sleep ma. I love you.”

“Shhh” You both hear Matt whisper from his seat and you both just laugh as you slowly fall asleep.

God, Chris was going to be the death of you.

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Let me know what you guys think!! I’m sorry it’s not the best, but it’s a start!!

[aggro-my-beloved]

📙 (L, Y, Z) -> Milo, David, James

(if you dont want to do three, then you can do just Milo)

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Thank you so much, Rach! I live your content, honestly. Congratulations on 50 followers!

thank you for the ask, star! <3 hope you’re having a good night and don’t hate me but I haven’t listened to a james audio (yet!) but i will happily write for our precious davey and milo :)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

L → Milo strives to go above and beyond for children that aren’t even his own. Partly because he feels the need to prove to himself that he is not his father, and to prove to sweetheart that he can be humble and mannered toward more than just his cat. He’s always volunteering to babysit for his unempowered friends, or gets incredibly giddy when they get invited to a baby shower…

“Another already?” Sweetheart reads over the recent invitation to yet another couple’s announcement that they’re expecting.

“Can you believe it? It’s like dominos…” Milo giggles as he winds his arms around their waist.

“Wonder where we fall in line.” His mate murmurs quietly, interlocking the fingers settled on their hip. They turn to stare fiercely at one another, daring for the other to give the go-ahead.

“You know I’d never say no to a little practice, sweetheart.” The way his tongue curls as he speaks their name has them riled up in seconds. No other words needed to be said, after all, their actions that night spoke much louder.

David’s grumpy attitude is rated e for everyone, and children are no exception. Hard as he may try to make it clear, though, young ones gravitate towards him like a magnet. Just last week at their favorite sit-down restaurant, one little boy in particular kept peeking over the booth David was sat in and asking him the most ridiculous questions, followed by more absurd comments. For a majority of the night, the alpha kept his cool until Angel brought their new friend up on the drive home.

“He seemed to be really interested about you.” David only lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Kids never seem to learn when to sit still and stop talking. Kinda reminds me of someone else I know.” They lock eyes, and Angel is transported back to their first date, where she admittedly did agitate him with their boundless queries.

“You happen to be fond of this someone you know.” They point out with a smirk.

“I know that, you menace. Who said I wasn’t fond of the former?” This is all the prompting Angel needs to pester their husband the rest of the way home. From names, to nursery themes, it’s all they’re going to be talking about with their mate for the rest of the week. Or until David can finally get a clue.

Y → David doesn’t find a condescending attitude attractive AT ALL. It’s different if someone wants to take the lead, he realizes there’s certain circumstances where he needs to take a step back but having mutual respect in a relationship is everything to him. And if his partner has problems with his pack mates or his friends, he is always quick to cut them off, he’s too loyal for unnecessary drama.

Milo isn’t a fan of tardiness or non-communicative people. The man has abandonment issues, what do you expect? Anytime Sweetheart tells them they’ll be home by 9:00 and 9:02 strikes, he’s having heart palpitations and wondering the worst. Poorly dressed people also get on his nerves, because he doesn’t just look at it as having poor fashion sense but that the person isn’t trying to look good. Not even for themselves.

Z → David snores like a mf TRUCK, so loud angel has to wear earplugs or turn on a noise machine. He always denies it when it’s brought up or he finds Angel asleep on the couch some nights when it’s REALLY bad but deep down he knows it’s true. He probably has a deviated septum but refuses to go to the doctor to let them look and see what options there are. And god help Angel if they manage to drag them there, he’ll probably be debating with the doctor, too.

Milo talks in his sleep. Nothing coherent though, just tiny mumbles here and there or a choked breath that always scares Sweetheart to the point where they cloak themselves out of instinct. Some nights where he dreams vividly, the two can hold a somewhat understandable conversation for a few minutes. He won’t remember it the following morning, but Sweetheart will be hanging on to every word as blackmail for the future. How do you think they get him to play all those horror games?

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[clouds-by-me]

𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰

Characters ;; Lyney, Lynette & Freminet Warnings ;; google translated words, words like beauty are used as a gn term AN | I dont know French y’all, but i wanted the name to be sound good, and I’m pretty sure Fontaine is based on France{pls tell me if I’m wrong} also pictures are not mine

You’re a very well known face all across Teyvat, not only for your beauty, and wits, but also your strength. You weren’t some divine being, nor are you anything above a mortal. Just a simple person who worked diligently in all the work they do.

This wasn’t your first time in Fontaine, and you were quite sure that it wont be you last. You’d been all across Teyvat so all the walking and fighting that came along with the trip was nothing you couldn’t handle. However, after traveling from Liyue all the way to Fontaine with little to no stops, you were decently tired, and wanted to get some rest.

As you walked the streets of fontaine, you kept your head held high and walked proud and with a purpose. The purpose; to find. Place to stay. You got many looks as you walked around, rather that be because you were very known or because you were basically glaring at everything in sight, you don’t know. You knew Fontaines layout, that’s for sure, but since you’d last been there, things have moved, and very well changed. Still searching for a place to stay you happened to hear some noise, yet you didn’t it any mind.

This place was full of over the top people, and all the dramatics, maybe if you were in Monstadt or Sumeru where things are much quieter and people stayed to theirselves more, then you might’ve cared to even glance. But this is Fontaine, a place known for dressing fancy, and all of its dramatics.

And because of this indifference you didn’t expect or notice a group of three walking to you. One of the three, a blond male wearing a top hat grabbed your arm and rather rudely pulled you toward an even larger group of people. “And for our next and final act of this time, a special guests, l'étoile(The star)!” The other two figures, both blond yet one a female also wearing a top hat, and the other a male who had a tank attached to his lower back, who once stood n front of you now separated revealing you to the crowed. And tough you were fairly confused, you made a quick recovery and rolled with whatever it was that was happening.

With your signature smile, you locked arms with who you know as Lyney and tilted your head toward him. “Hey!~”

And they went fucking feral.

Cheering and majority face turning a bright red hue. You glanced over at Lynette who gave you an apologetic look to which to nodded at, telling her that you very well understood what was happening. Being focused on his sister, you didn’t notice that Lyney had grabbed your chin with his finger and thumb and moved your face to look at his, with how close the two of you were together, you felt hot and nervous, but quickly recovering, you pulled him close.

“Just follow my lead.” He wordlessly mouthed to you, to which you smiled in return. The male grabbed your waist, first spinning, then stopping for a quick seconds to look at his siblings, who nodded at him. He looked you with a Prince Charming type smile, before throwing you up into the air, with a surprising amount of strength. While in the air you did a quick but elegant spin, and when you turned back to face the crowed, now starting to fall from gravity’s weight, purple flowers and pure white doves magically sprouted from your back, making the sense al the more magical.

And when you fell the siblings caught you in a cradle position, with Lyney behind you, holding your arms, and Lynette with Freminet across from her holding your legs, and back. They let you down, and all four of you bowed at the crowed, letting them know that the small show was now done.

As the crowed dispersed the three flocked around you. And you looked at them with hands on your hips and a browned raised, almost like a mother getting ready to scold her children. “It’s was Lyney’s idea.” Lynette said as Freminet nodded along with her. To which you looked at Lyney now, demanding answers.

He smiled sheepishly “Well, can you really blame me? I saw a beauty like you walking by and i new i just needed to have you in on the act.” You stayed silent after he finished. You weren’t surprised, this was very well in his personality. You shook your head.

“Your paying for my hotel room.”

[vinecradle]

10 OMG - the end of an era (✿)

scaramouche x fem!reader

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waiting for kaveh to walk in, you smiled from ear to ear from what you're feeling today. nilou chuckled seeibg you smile, "you've gone so far, yn. though i believe this is just a start for a new page in your story." she spoke.

you soon heard a knock and the door soon opened, revealing the male you all were waiting for.

"ynnn!" he shouted and tackled you in a hug. not expecting it, you both fell down from the couch you were just sitting on.

nilou hurriedly took a picture for memories and joined into the group hug, with layla quickly following after.

sighed, elated from everyone hugging you as you held back tears of happiness. "i feel so free now, and i wont have to worry about what i feel about him anymore. i've moved on, i finally moved on." you choke out and started laughing.

kaveh ruffles your hair, "well, how about it? this deserves a celebration. where do you wanna go?"

you start thinking hard, until something clicked.

"karaoke!!"

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you hugged everyone again once you've reached the dorms, "thank you again for today!! it was so fun screaming so many taylor swift songs, but now my throat is kind of.. at it's limit..." you managed to say.

the tree returned the hug, "my throat's at it's limit too, i mean who can blame me! it's taylor swift. anyways, gotta go now or else my phone would die." kaveh spoke and left.

everyone else soon got inside and yawned in unison. laughing together, nilou spoke. "i guess everyone needs some rest after tonight."

"definitely. good night, you two!"

reaching your room, you took out your headphones and quickly played the song kazuha said he liked, ditto. a song from 1998.

and slowly, you fell into a slumber.

• kaveh's post is him with nilou and layla, in that pic you were finding clothes to wear while they took a picture in your room and nilou's post is a photo of her singing

• i recommend paying attention to good parts' lyrics since it has a connection with this chapter 🫶🏻

summary :: wanting to go back to your dorm from the library, and accidentally leaving a friend's book there not knowing she has the intention of making you give it to someone she's trying to set you up with, a note inside with your number. without anyone realising, the book is in the hands of someone else, and you then wake up to a message from an unknown number.

author's note :: i know i literally just made a new smau not too long ago but i cant believe i already got inspiration for another one 😭 but i cant decide which character i should do for the male lead, i wont be doing alhaitham or cyno because i dont know how to write them for the life of me 🫠

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[signedkoko]

AAAA HI MOOTIE❤️❤️ could I request a romantic Hazbin hotel match up?? (Help me I'm shy) ANYWAY

I'm bi with no real pref, I'm a Taurus and an INFJ!!

Appearance!! : 5,5 with shoulder length black hair, Blue-Green'ish eyes and Glasses! People tell me I look very Intimidating and unapproachable, I have a very vintage 1950s women's way of dressing with a hint of cottagecore into it! I'm also always wearing heels <3

A lil about me! : chronically ill ex dancer and writer, I also sing and I love to act aswell!! I love walks alot even though I can't much anymore, I have a cat his name is Morty!! I can be kinda loud and hyper, I'm usually very in your space if I know you well (and ur comfortable obviously) I also love doing things for others! Id like to say I'm a pretty skilled cook and baker, I also love card games and board games (oh and video games y'know) I always have music running in my headphones, I'm super clingy to the people I hold dear and I absolutely love showering my friends in love and appreciation; I can also be quite the hassle, I'm not all smiles and kisses which I'm trying to work on; I struggle with empathy and love, I can be very brutal and rude and sometimes borderline cruel but I try and reserve that for people that do me wrong!!

I love birds and Foxes! Oh and deer and moose those are my favorite animals I love them sm ( I'm Scandinavian don't look at me weird) I'm the kinda friend you can come to with anything, to listen or for advice or a solution I'll always be here for everyone :3

Some hobbies : dancing (on some days) playing the violin, Writing, baking and cooking

Bleh things: Alcohol (get away from me) smoking or any substances for that matter, dark coffee, bright lights, unprompted loud noises,sudden physical contact

YEAH THAT'S ME ILYSM KOKO DO THIS ON UR OWN TIME DONT FEEL PRESSURED!!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You got…Rosie!

Already, you've got the cutest height difference and aesthetic match in the world. You come to just about her shoulders and that's not counting her hat! Fortunately, since you wear heels you can inch a little closer to her—unless she's also wearing them. 

Rosie loves fashion, so you two go shopping together a lot. She's always offering her clothes to you, but when they wind up too big (as always), she will tailor them herself to suit you or bring them to a proper tailor to fix them up. You don't wear exactly the same style, but Rosie will incorporate more of your elements into her wardrobe so people know you're together. 

Oh my, and you can dance? No matter the kind, the moment you tell Rosie that she is already talking about the pep she used to carry in her step, and she wants to go out dancing with you a lot more. Rosie is an amazing dance partner because she is very good at following your lead or showing you how to do what she has going on. 

She also LOVES your kitty Morty. Oh yeah, shes going to spoil that cat to death because, isn't it just the cutest furball ever? Rosie is the type to get bit by a cat and coo about how strong a bite it has. 

Now, she isn't one for video games, but she is more than happy to learn all about the various types you play! Be it board, video, or card! Rosie is actually really bad at these games and often reveals her hand or her plan, but she still loves trying it out with you. The one game she could beat you in 99.9% of the time is chess.

One thing that really surprises her is your ability to get along with Susan. Knowing you have a habit of being cruel to those who deserve it, she expected you to hate the woman! Instead, you bonded over your hatred for a lot of things, and Susan insists on you always being the one to help her in the emporium. 

Expect a lot of listening to oldies music while she shows you her old dance moves, working in the emporium with her, and the cannibals being extremely protective of you when it comes to other demons.

Author’s Note - I'm sorry I know its OBVIOUS but when I was going it Rosie got 7/8 and Alastor was the closest with 3/8!!! I just think she really is your match made in heaven 🖤

[yanderes-galore]

Alphabet thing I'm talking about: https://www.tumblr.com/yanderes-galore/694826177262682112/i-believe-op-reblogged-you-can-use-this-so-should?source=share

Fandom: BioShock

Character: Sander Cohen!

Pairing: romantic.

Type of Fic: prompts from an A-Z list.

(Required for prompts) Prompt numbers and what list they're from: letter D, numbers 1 and 3

I dont normally include links in my asks but I'm pretty sure u reblogged this and I wanna make sure you know which one I'm talking about

I was originally going to ask for help on the plot but I know exactly what to do with this!

Prompts Here

Yandere! Sander Cohen Prompts D-1, D-3

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

“Why are you running? I did this for you!”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Murder, Obsession, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Implied kidnapping, Forced relationship, Darling's fate is implied yet vague, Death.

What better way to show you care than with the beauty of art? Cohen simply had to show his greatest muse how much he adores them. They provide him with inspiration, he cares about them more than anyone else in this place.

With you in mind, Cohen put on an entire private exhibit for you. He made sure every piece of art sung the same tune. He wanted you to experience one big message when he shows you.

He wants it all to say that he loves you.

Cohen puts his heart and soul into his art. He made it strictly private so it could just be you and him. Such art is not meant for prying eyes!

It would ruin everything.

Cohen wrote the invitation himself. He even gave you a mask to go along with it. Everything was then wrapped in a box and sent to where you lived in Rapture. It was just time to wait now!

He made it all seem like you were just coming in to be his muse, inspiration. In reality you were coming in for much more than you expected. Much much more....

When you approach Cohen, wearing the mask he gave you with confusion, he grins.

"Right this way! Have a look, my rabbit."

Then Cohen pulls the curtain aside, blessing your eyes with...

Horrors.

Your jaw slacks open as you look around. The studio smelled of blood and rot. Plaster sculptures are portrayed in all sorts of sporadic poses. The paintings that depicts strange artistic depictions of hearts and intimacy smell of metal and quite possibly lead.

You back away, completely unaware of Cohen locking to doors behind you. When you turn to leave, Cohen looks at you eagerly. You are cut off from the door when he sees the fear and disgust on your face.

"Dear, why do you look at me so?"

You want to run, you need to run.

As Cohen walks away from the locked door in an attempt to hold you, you dart away. You shake your head and plead with him. He's always been a psychopath, you hate that you're scared of him enough to follow his invitations.

“Why are you running? I did this for you!” Cohen yells, stepping closer. "Is my work not enough for you!?"

You scramble away from him but he grabs your arm. You struggle but Cohen holds you still with a frown. Oh you're so dead....

"Let me go, Mr Cohen! You're hurting me!" You plead to him, stopping your pulling while tightens his grip.

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.” Cohen answers bitterly, glaring at you. "I make you a gift and you HATE it!"

"I-I don't hate it...!" You try to appeal to him but he shakes his head.

"Fine, fine... maybe it isn't enough for you. I just need to come up with something grander..." Cohen hums, eying the plaster sculptures in thought. He then looks back at you. You hate the look in his eyes. "Well... if you didn't like this gift. Then maybe you can provide me some inspiration to make something you'll like?"

You give a look of confusion before he pulls you along through the studio. You plead to him more when he stops in front of buckets of plaster. You give him a look of worry and he ignores it.

"Maybe you're right... I need a new way to express my love for you."

It's only then he turns to you with a wicked grin. Your heart stops when he picks up a bucket and turns to you.

"I just need you to help me."

[moonie-presence]

canvas, wardrobe, & alternate for the oc ask game ?? any character(s) of your choice!! :3

omg hi!!! Ty

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Du Vide, unless im misremembering, is my only oc with tattoos. They span his entire body, neck to toes, and he did them himself, sewing needle stick n' poke style. I doubt he'd have trusted any one else to ink them.

Since du vide is an upcoming ttrpg character and my fellow players follow me i wont go into detail regarding why he has them by he definitely has them for a reason, relating to his work in experimental machinery/technology. Any good mad scientist tests things on themselves first, obviously.

As for covered up or not, he doesn't make any real effort either way, due to the size of the tattoos. he's usually pretty covered, but he doesn't care if they get seen, theyre not secret. as for why they don't show up in the art usually is because i hate drawing them. weeps

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Courtland is a notable character wardrobe-wise because i designed him to be so unredrawable due to my madness

pictured: madness

Courtland's wardrobe is relatively large but most of his clothes look the same. The clothes he's wearing up there are his work uniform, so it's what he's usually wearing day to day with a few changes.

however he does have other clothes in line with what you'd expect from an aristocrat, like day clothes, outing clothes, outrageous party clothes, etc. Courtland's got *very* extravagant party clothes. he doesn't get the opportunity to wear them often and isn't very fond of them anyway.

as for when his clothes get fucked up, he's very good at repair. sewing and the like is one of his favorite hobbies!

here's him under all that fabric;

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

when it comes to AUs, the one i end up landing on a lot for the earthshakers is the classic "what if it all never happened"/"what if they lived"

theres exactly one post on here (or the art blog i dont remember) explaining what the deal is with purgatory so heres a quick rundown: In the spaces between realities exists a vast, wild, metaphysical plane referred to occasionally as purgatory, which is a roiling melting pot that chews people up and spits them out as fantastic monsters. getting there is extremely difficult, but the hands down easiest way is to die, and fall through a weakness or crack in your reality when transitioning from life to afterlife.

Since the creatures in purgatory are always changing to suit their needs and there is no true ceiling for what can happen to you, occasionally a particularly strong-willed individual will grab unmatched, omnipotent power and become something called an earthshaker, the highest most feared echelon of purgatorian life. not gods, but damn well close. The earthshakers i've designed are Wellium (aka Lux, or the White Light), Videns, and Seleen.

(psa: this is a creative project? headworld? thing? ive been working on for literally upwards of 6-7 years now. I consider it my special interest, but its kind of nebulous and wordy and i get Too Excited about it so i end up rotating it around in my head a lot instead of talking about it)

Each of the three come from wildly different places/settings, and each has a grisly death, leading to their conquering of the endless voidplane. It's a fun thought to think about, about where they'd be if they just never died at all.

Wellium was once a soldier, a test tube baby/experimental weapon used in an intergalatic war. Eventually after a life of training to kill the unfamiliar, her life was considered inconsequential enough to be selected to guide and activate an experimental bomb to attempt to wipe out their enemy. Videns was a child born with select supernatural powers, and out of fear and superstition was drowned in a river by a mob of villagers after a life of living on the run. Seleen, a magician, was born with too much magic, and died when her body couldn't handle the strain anymore.

like. Videns could have found a place where she couldve flourished and been accepted. Seleen couldve pursued other paths in life instead of obsessing over her own impeding death and the use of the very thing that doomed her. Wellium couldve gone home.

their deaths are tragic, but theyre what set them on the path to kinghood and make them the creatures they are now. however, due to the way their universes work, there are realities where they did live, and lived full lives. got the chances to become people. its fun to think about!

what is and what was.

again ty soooo much for the ask! sorry that this post is dashboard destroying lol

[autisticlee]

"just be your self! it solves all your problems/makes everything better!"

except you're a person where being yourself gets you severely bullied, abused, and/or neglected. it makes everyone hate and abandon you and leaves you with no connections or support or anything. sometimes you're disabled and need to rely on others to live and they simply refuse because they don't like the real you. sometimes it leads people to purposely harm you because they don't like who you are. sometimes you can't simply avoid those people because they're your family you need to live with and cant simply move out, classmates you cant change, or coworkers at a job you can't afford to quit. it can even cause people to physically harm you because they are hateful. sometimes you can't escape them before they inflict their harm. sometimes people purposely sabotage your life because they decide they don't like you and sometimes you can't do anything about it. sometimes you can't get anywhere in life like in a career because you aren't liked enough and can't play social games to please others.

yeah maybe you have the benefit of not pretending, not wearing a mask, not trying to live to peoples expectations, but sometimes that majorly backfires, and some people don't seem to understand that.

"BEING YOURSELF" ISN'T ALWAYS THE ONE AND ONLY PERFECT SOLUTION. SOMETIMES ITS NOT SAFE. SOMETIMES YOU CANT AFFORD TO "NOT GIVE A FUCK" AND SOMETIMES IT SIMPLY DOESNT BENEFIT YOU AND YOUR LIFE FOR MANY REASONS.

wheres the support for us people out here being ourselves but still struggling with life sucking?! where support for us people who are being ourselves and still have no support from other people or friends? why do you all only respond to us that we ~still aren't being ourselves correctly/still care too much what people think"??????

if we aren't being ourselves correctly, aren't you basically telling us to care what you think and be what you want? what if I don't want to listen to your nonsense? and we care too much what people think still?? would you not care if someone threatened your life or even tried to take it because they don't like you?! if you were stuck with disabilities and no support because the only people around you abuse you for being yourself?

maybe think about this next time you think this is perfect advice everyone should follow and want to argue with them if they say it doesn't help.

and just because someone might point out that "being yourself" hasn't helped them/is actibely harming them, doesn't mean they are currently *trying to be someone else/make people like them/care what others think/gave up being themsleves* so telling them they aren't doing it right is not going to help!!!!

me for example, I only like what I like, do what I want. I always ignore and turn people down because I don't like their things or they try to insult me and my things. im known to be blunt/straightforward and "make conversations all about my special interests (hobbies for you nonautistics)" and don't care if others hate it. I have no control over how I am or act because of autism and adhd and dissociating so I can't even "pretend" or mask anyway. what you see is what you get with me. and I don't care if people don't like me individually. i'm not actively *trying* to make people like me. maybe that's why it seems like no one ever does

what I do care about is people purposely harming me because they dont like who I am (because it hurts? how do you not care about that while it's happening lmao). I care about the fact that I scare everyone away with being myself and "the right people" haven't magically showed up yet, I care I have no support, no companionship in life, im forced to be alone and cant share things i enjoy or "myself" with others. I do everything alone. i'm disabled so that's VERY HARD and unsatisfying and even dangerous!!!! but I have no choice.

again I don't care of individually people don't like me or the things I like/do or whatever. their judgements don't hurt me. their physical harm and abusive mind games hurt me. and the fact that being myself pushes away everyone until i'm the only one left is what bothers me. because is it my fault or theirs? don't know! Who cares. but it's very hard due to my circumstances to be completely alone and only have people against me because they dont like the "self" I am and don't connect with me and things I enjoy and there's just no connections or ways to bond! and I dint have the privilege of meeting enough new people due to living in a small restricted area/life conditions and being disabled and not having the energy to talk to 100 people a month to try weeding out all the bad ones until I find the single good one! (I did that the last couple months and i'm now so burnt out that i'm having really bad physical disability symptoms and mental regression-like symptoms. so what do you want from me?! how is "being myself" solving my porblems if they're still here or getting worse?! I don't get it!!!!!

to be fair, when I was doing the little masking I was able to do growing up to try avoid being bullied,,,,,it didn't help. so I gave up and accepted the no friends/abuse/bullying/neglect, believing people "one day it will get better" but im tired of waiting for " one day. " nothing has changed by "becoming my true self" there's no difference. I still have no friends. my needs are still neglected. I still get bullied by strangers and abused by "friends" so it's not a solution. i get the idea. the stress and pressure of putting on a play and being a character can be too hard. thinking about everyone's opnions every time you dp anything can be too much to handle. but not doing that anymore doesn't automatically make everything better. it hasn't made it better for me. I can't make people like me. but I also can't make them stop treating me like shit or help me. liking myself and helping myself only gets me so far before I hit a wall I can't get over alone. but when I look beside me, I see some bullies pulling me down and no people that like me in sight. don't try to *make* people like you sure. but not having anyone that likes you makes life very difficult. admit it! being yourself does not make people automatically like you!!!!! 😭😭😭😭 maybe i'm just a horrible person that thinks too highly of myself to realize I don't know!

[freetheshit-outofyou]

Deep down you really mean that people who wear masks to protect themselves and their loved ones are sheep. It's because it's popular among Trumptards. Trumptards don't believe in science or the rights of others who disagree with the agenda of the Right Wing QAnon crazies. If you ever have to get surgery remember to tell the Surgeon and the nurses and the anesthesiologist that they shouldn't wear their masks. You have a tough immune system and frankly, you're just a tough guy anyway. A super hero among men. A stallion to women. A man of supreme knowledge! You hold yourself high on a pedestal along with the Fuhrer. HIs excellence. Donald, I'm a stable genius, Trump! Heil Hitler!!!!

Projecting much there anon? I mean do we just take "Trump" out of all of this and add Obama or Biden or your lord and savior the vaccine and it's godly icon the "mask" of infinite protection? I mean really, where I have I said I pray at the altar of Mr. Trump? I think if you look you'll see quite the opposite and I have taken some shit for not being "Stan" his biggest fan. I, unlike all the people who have regurgitated one mask falsehood after another, do understand the science of the mask, or lack thereof. Let's use your example and see how your understanding of mask science failed you right off the bat. "If you ever have to get surgery remember to tell the Surgeon and the nurses and the anesthesiologist that they shouldn't wear their masks." The Surgeon, the nurse, the anesthesiologist and all the support staff who enter the surgical area are sterile, as is the environment they are entering. So the mask is way way more effective when the fucking environment is sterile. You walking around all day long using the same shit mask well past it's effectiveness window, touching everything in the world, pulling your mask down, putting it back on and doing it all over again in no freaking way equates to a surgical mask being used in a surgical environment. Jack waggon. I'll add this little nugget for you to chew on, NO ONE IS FUCKING FIT TESTING MASKS. Bubba and Birtha in Bucksnort TN are not fit testing, Karen and Kyle in their penthouse apartment in Manhattan NY are not fit testing their masks and the President of the damned United States is not fit testing his mask so STFU about the effectiveness of surgical mask in fighting a virus that is on just about every surface you and I will touch every day. Just stop with your bullshit. I will say this for the cheap seats, IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED TO WEAR A MASK, WEAR THE MASK. I support your right to do what you feel is best for you as a fucking individual. But don't presume for a moment that your fear somehow translates to me needing to capitulate to your will and misguided mask love. It's been what, 2+years I've been going without a mask and guess what, I'm still here, still kicking and still not afraid of CoVID. Go, be you, I support you in that venture, but stop trying to control everyone when the science doesn't support your broken premise. Oh and one more time for all the mask lovers who just can't help but force their bullshit on other people....

[1-800-amortentia]

Tom riddle size kink head canon

Cw: explicit content, nsfw, pure filth, fingering and what not. this is a @1-800-amortentia headcanon what the fuck did you expect.

DID...DID ZADA JUST...P-POST ?!

I have a Tom book! (My wattpad is 1-800-waves.) go read!

Tom taglist: @juniebugg @quindolyn @fiftyshadesoftricia @teenwolfbitches28 @elmarrymepls @haroldpotterson @percyweasleyspuff @hazelryl @talksoprettyjjx

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!Dont repost my work unless it is reblogging!

Short hc to get back in the rhythm. I MISSED YALL???? SO MUCH????????

In my mind, Tom is tall

Which kinda adds to the dramatic effect of him being evil.

Anyways, you’ve always had a quiet noticeable size difference (even if you’re tall, doesn’t matter. I’m literally 5’8)

And honestly, it made his knees go weak. He loved the difference so much.

Just boosted his ego that much more.

It started out as little things or nicknames, not just during sex but in your day to day life.

Like you asking to get something off the top shelf because you knew he’d poke fun at you for it.

Your hand difference was another thing. He had long slender fingers, which were laughable in comparison to your that were like two inches shorter than his.

Back with the self thing, it came to a point where if you asked, he would get it, then just finger you in that position to prove his point of power and dominance over you.

And the first few times you had sex were...interesting.

“Too big for you, hm? Cant handle it?”

And he adored the way you’d gag when you tried to go down on him.

In a creepy way.

The noise just made him want to cum right then and there.

He’d definitely throw you around and treat you like a toy every chance he got.

And he’d remind you of it too.

“Jus’ my little toy hm? Made just for me to fuck you.”

THE NICKNAMES TOO.

Baby, little one, pet, bunny, dove, angel etc etc

100% picks you up during make out sessions

Which leads to him fucking you as he hold you against the wall.

He’s always hated you saying curse words.

He wants to keep you pure.

I mean, that’s why he does what he does.

To make the world better for you.

“Ah, shit!”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I didn’t mean to I-“

“Nope, come here.”

Making you suck him off til he was satisfied.

“Your mouth is much too pretty to be using such foul, dirty words. Might as well put your busy mouth to work, hm?”

He’d hex anyone that brings up or makes fun of your height difference though.

Like one of his death eaters.

Before class Tom bent down to kiss you and this twat saw

“Oi, y/n, next time you have to kiss Tom, just punch him in the stomach so you can reach.”

The MOMENT that he let it slip from his mouth, he regretted it.

Tom glared at him.

“What’s the supposed to mean?” You’d ask innocently, almost defeated.

“Yes, goyle, what is that supposed to mean?” Tom asked.

“I just meant like you know since she’s shorter and smaller.”

“Get out.”

“Yes sir”

Man goyle did not hear the end of that for awhile

“I’m sorry...”

“What? Sorry for what?”

“I don’t know why he said that...should you not bend down?”

“Ignore him, hm? He’s not worth it.”

Tom would never admit it, but he loves when you attempt to spoon him.

Your legs fully wrapped all the way around his torso, same with your arms.

Youre like a backpack

Forehead kisses constantly.

Chin kisses for him.

He’d disapprove of you wearing heels honestly. Especially after the goyle incident.

“Ready to go- wait”

“Yes?”

“Why are you 5 inches taller?”

“So you don’t have to bend down.”

“Take them off.”

Yeah you’re definitely in for it after that.

He’d be upset if you tried to change yourself for someone else, especially one of HIS followers.

Definitely very rough degrading and edging.

BUT THE AFTER CARE.

He’s never taken such good care of you.

I mean, he loves taking care of his baby, but it felt different.

Baths,extra bubbles, pajamas, and face masks.

And of course, cuddling.

“I love you little one.”

“I love you too, Tommy.”

[leossmoonn]

list #1: [ KISS ] receiver stops what they’re doing to kiss sender

okay i dont think you write for mr jonathan byers but if it is at all possible...🫣

I DO. and I will do this. For him. For my greasy little creepy stinkie boo boo

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“What a loser,” Tommy snorts. You roll your eyes at him, following his gaze as you watch Jonathan Byers alone in the corner, taking pictures for the school newspaper. “I bet he’s trying to get under the girl’s skirts,” Carol remarks. “Yeah, better make sure your panties aren’t showing,” Tommy smirks. “Who says I’m wearing any?” Carol giggles. You can’t help but gag. You take a sip up your punch, observing the boy who is looking through his photos. He looks so lonely, you feel bad for him, but not in the way other people might feel bad. You genuinely want to make him feel better. It’s prom, after all. No one should spend prom alone.

“Careful, he might think you have a crush on him,” Carol snickers. “He won’t,” you say. “You sure? Because he’s been off and on eyeing you the whole night,” Carol says.

“So? I’m doing the same,” you argue. “Yeah, but he’s creepy,” Carol says, smacking her gum in her mouth.

“Have you ever learned to think for yourself Carol?” you ask. She rolls her eyes and leans back into Tommy. “Baby, dance with me?”

“Hell nah, that shit’s lame,” Tommy says.

You tune them out, looking back at Jonathan. He’s not taking pictures anymore. He’s putting more film in his camera. Despite what Carol, Tommy, and the rest of the school thinks, Jonathan is actually nice. He might be a little bit strange, but he has a kind heart and minds his own business, more than most the people do anyways. As you look at him, you begin to notice small things about him. The way his tongue pokes out in concentration when he’s trying to fix his camera. How his hair seems to be perfectly styled and stays that way — almost like Steve Harrington. And he takes pictures with a purpose as well. He doesn’t just point and snap. You can see him adjusting the camera, trying out different angles to find the perfect lighting and what best captures somebody’s features. He has a gift. You can’t help be curious about him.

“Looks like you’re the one who is stalking now,” Tommy smirks. “Will get off my case? What is your issue?” you ask.

“Just don’t want you getting mixed up with the wrong crowd,” Carol shrugs, twirling her red curls around her finger.

You look back at Jonathan who was staring at you. His eyes jump back to his camera and he shrinks back. You decide to stop talking to the two pathetic people you call your friends. You slam your cup onto the refreshment table. “Watch me,” you say. You walk over to Jonathan with your head held high, ignoring the comments made by Tommy and Carol. You give Jonathan a kind smile as you approach him. He looks confused, but intrigued. You completely shock him when you kiss him. You don’t say anything but crash your lips onto his. Man, did it feel better than you ever would have thought. Naturally, your arm slips around his neck, weaving your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair. He sets one hand on your waist, tentatively pulling you close. His lips are soft and kiss yours well. The kiss is hesitant, but it’s sweet, and it sparks something in both of you, something you both definitely weren’t expecting.

You pull away, your chest heaving up and down. You look at Jonathan, who’s jaw is dropped and eyes wide. “W-What?” he breathes out. “Go out on a date with me,” you say. Now his jaw is really dropped. “I-Is this some sort of joke? I know you’re friends with Tommy and Carol and —” you shut him up with another kiss. This time you press yourself against him, careful to not damage his camera. Your wrap both arms around his neck this time, kissing him deeper and more passionately. He follows your lead and puts both of his hands on your waist, pulling you as close to him as you can get with his camera between you two. He kisses you more confidently now. You can feel that he’s not the shy weirdo everyone thinks he is. He’s sure of himself, but gentle. It shows through the way he holds you and kisses you, both with confidence and care. He pulls away this time, a big smile on his face. “You really mean it?”

“Yep,” you nod. “But before we go in our official, ditch the newspaper and dance with me.”

“Okay… but can I take a couple pictures of you first? The newspaper deserves to see the prettiest girl at the prom.”

“So you do have game,” you remark. “People can surprise you,” he smirks.

You nod in agreement. “Definitely”

[spicy-tomato]

Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

[p33paw]

silent library

kaeya x f!reader

summary | getting fucked by kaeya in a library while trying to keep quiet

warnings | nsfw

words count | ~4.9k

links | ao3

"Don't you have a job?" I ask, tilting my head to meet eyes with the man hovering at my side.

Calvary Captain Kaeya has made it his life's purpose to annoy me. I've had to see him every day since I accepted an internship studying under Lisa. He hovers in the library, doing nothing of use besides staring and occasionally balancing a pencil to entertain himself.

I have to wonder if he has something going on with Miss Lisa, the way he constantly stays in the library, that coy smirk curling his lips, and his stare that makes me jump. I consider him, the glow on his cheeks, and the way he postures his body— scratch that, he definitely has something going on with Lisa.

Kaeya purses his lips, pretending to look at the books next to the ones I'm searching. He runs his fingers along their spines, briefly catching my attention before he steals it back with his voice.

"You know? I do." He says, and that's all he says, before turning back to back to the bookshelf with a smug smile.

I squint, tapping my fingers against the lip of the shelf just beneath where the book I want should be.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be? Anywhere else?" I ask, continuing to stare at him as he coyly keeps his gaze averted. "...maybe even somewhere to do with your job." I draw the last word out, staring him down for the duration, until he turns and looks at me again.

I can tell by the look on his face, I won't like his response.

"What do you mean?" He asks back. "I'm busy helping you."

My eyes roll back in my head before I can stop them. With a huff, I turn away from him, sharp, heading deeper into the library, looking for the missing book.

He's driving me insane.

I slip between the shelves, to a room for storage in the back, and key my way in. I leave the door cracked, walking the room, carefully checking the names of the books, eager to find the last one I need and retreat to Lisa's office for a moment of respite. The book needed takes me all the way to the back of the room, tucked in a corner. I search through the names, glancing away only to catch my eyes on Kaeya as he steps into the room, still following me, quietly closing the door behind him.

I spot the book I need on the top shelf. I lift to my tip toes, leveraging my weight with my other hand planted on a shelf, trying to reach it. I even jump, and nearly graze it with my fingertips. I jump again, but don't get any closer.

I sigh, stepping back. I'll just have to go get the step ladder to get it, as embarrassing as it feels. Before I can turn away, I feel warmth press against the length of my back and something solid wrap my waist. I'm held in place, looking up to watch as Kaeya bumps his chest to the back of my head, reaches over me, and plucks a book from the top shelf.

I know I'm staring, embarrassment warm on my face and my lips slightly parted as I process the proximity. Once it settles, my heart thumps, my hands tightening around the books I already have.

Kaeya lowers himself back down with the book, and though he isn't leaning over me anymore, the arm he placed around my waist to steady me stays there.

"This what you needed?" He asks, dropping the book into my hands. I glance up, startling from my thoughts to view the book in question.

I take one look at the cover, and huff another sigh.

"No, not at all." I say, tilting my head back into his chest to look at him. I try to be confident despite the embarrassment seeding in my core.

He lifts his brows, lifting up to put the book back where he got it.

"Which book?" He asks this time, hovering his hand along the shelf, tightening the arm he has looped around my waist.

I squeak out the name, breath catching in my throat as Kaeya tugs me closer, flush against the front of his body. His fingers press into the spine of another book, tilting it out before he grabs it, bringing it down.

He leans in, until his face is hovering directly next to mine, close enough I can feel his breath against my cheek.

"Am I right this time?" He asks, and my stomach jumps.

"What?" I ask, surprisingly unfocused on what he has to say.

He shakes the book in this hand.

"Is this the right book?" He asks again.

I finally find the wherewithal to focus my eyes, looking at the book, reading the cover.

"Yes." I sputter out, darting my hand forward to lift the book from him and place it with the pile in my arms.

I expect that to end the interaction, but our position holds, Kaeya pressed to my back, his arm around my waist, his hand gripping my hip, and his face—

"Did you need help grabbing another book?" He asks.

"What?" I ask again, swallowing around my tongue.

Kaeya laughs this time, and I can feel it rumbling in his chest against my back. "Do you need help grabbing another book?" He repeats.

"No, that was the last one." I say back, trying to get control of my breath and my racing mind.

He hums, like he understands, but we still don't move from our position.

Do I have to ask him to let go?

Why is he doing this?

His hand does feel nice— warm— his chest is broad— I can smell the mint on his breath, and—

"You're still holding me." Slips from my mouth.

"Oh?" Kaeya says back.

His hand only tightens, his thumb starting to move, petting soothing circles into my hip.

"That's true." He continues, tilting his head in further, until his lips are pressed against my ear. "I didn't think you wanted me to stop." He says, voice low and soft, exhaling a hot breath against my ear.

I shiver, trying to take a grounding breath, stomach fluttering, fingers flexing as I fight to get a grasp on myself.

"What makes you think that?" I ask, the moment I've steadied my voice enough.

Kaeya presses in closer, pushing me in toward the bookshelves, plastering himself against my back. He lifts his free hand to cup my face, stroking the corner of my lips with his thumb feather-light.

"You're making such a pretty face— and your breath is quick." Kaeya says.

He grazes his thumb across my lips, down my chin. His skin is rough from wear as he drags his hand across my jaw, down my throat, and to my chest. He presses against the collar of my dress with his fingertips, slipping them just in, before pausing and holding with his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"—plus," He continues, "Your heart is pounding."

I take a sharp breath, tilting my head back into his chest, feeling the flush of embarrassment blanket my face.

"And, I know that if you wanted me to take my hands off, you'd use your words and ask me to." He says, sounding proud of himself.

That's... true enough.

I turn my face further into his chest, until I can tilt my chin back and look at him, meeting his eyes. I muster my courage, and ask the question burning in my mind.

"Aren't you involved with Miss Lisa?" I ask.

Kaeya splits into toothy grin, eyebrows flying up.

"With Lisa?" He questions. "She's practically married to Jean. What would ever give you the idea that we're together?"

Oh.

Wait—

Is that why Jean is always here?

I drag my tongue along my lower lip as I think, catching his gaze. Part of his smile fades as he roughly swallows, watching my mouth, holding me even tighter.

"I dont— know." I start, "You're always here and— glowing— and— lingering and— following me— and—" I start, slowing down as I say the words.

Huh, I'm kind of stupid— aren't I?

Kaeya watches me come to my conclusion with a quirked brow and a grin.

"Oh." I mumble, blinking at him.

He's here for me.

"Yeah. Oh." He says back.

New embarrassment rolls into my chest. It's cut short by Kaeya suddenly remembering he's torturing me, his hands twitching to move on my body again. He lifts the first hand from my shirt, back up my chest, then directly to my neck just under my chin. His palm is wide where it rests against my throat, his fingers holding either side of my face. He tilts my head to the side, until my neck is exposed to him, and leans in closer, breathing against it. He brushes up the length with his lips, never landing them on my skin, and back up to my ear.

"Are you going to ask me to stop?" He questions, softening his voice again.

I take another sharp inhale, my thighs pressing together as my stomach jumps.

"No." I breathe out, as resolute as I can manage.

I feel his lips warp into a smile, the hand he had on my hip finally releasing me. He uses it to grab the books from my hands, placing them in a stack on the shelf, one by one, until my hands are free. Once done, he lifts that hand to the side of my neck, dragging his fingers along my skin as he brushes my hair away. He leans in, his lips landing on my skin at the joint where my neck meets my shoulder.

My eyes immediately flutter, my head tilting in his grip to give him better access. He kisses soft, first, a barely there peck like a warning. He pauses for a moment, waiting until I nod in his grip, then presses back in. This time, he kisses with purpose, his lips pressed firm. He opens his mouth, scraping against my shoulder with his teeth, pushing his scalding hot tongue out to brand my skin.

My breath catches, both of my hands darting forward to grip the bookshelf and steady myself.

Kaeya keeps one hand firmly planted on my throat, but the other grazes down my side, across my body, until he reaches the middle of my thigh where my dress rests. He plays with the hem, pressing another sloppy kiss to the bend of my shoulder before his mouth moves up to my neck. He hovers there, letting out an exhale as warning before he lands his lips on my skin, open mouthed. I hardly have time to gasp before his mouth tightens, teeth pressing into the soft flesh as he works the skin, sucking to bruise.

I let out another gasp tailed by a soft but needy moan. I tilt my hips, pressing back into the hard line of Kaeya's body. He follows my lead, using his full weight to press against me, crowding me against the bookshelf as I finally feel his lap connect with my ass, and his thigh force between my legs. His hips roll, grinding himself against me. I squeeze his thigh between mine, then press against it. I move with him, a barely louder moan escaping me as I feel his clothed cock jump against my stimulation.

Kaeya pulls off my neck, digging into the soft flesh of my throat and thigh with his fingers.

"Stay quiet." He whispers.

I find the wherewithal to open my eyes, glancing around at our surroundings, suddenly remembering the fact that we're huddled in the corner of a back room in a public library, and that anyone could walk in on us right now.

Do I care enough to stop? No.

I lift one of my hands, stuffing my mouth with my sleeve to muffle myself as Kaeya's hand slips just under the hem of my dress.

"Good girl." He breathes out, brushing with his fingertips along my stomach and up. The praise makes me warm, melting in his hands.

He continues higher, until he reaches the bottom of my bra. He hooks his fingers into it at the center, lifting the piece until it's over both of my breasts, exposing them under the dress. His hand is quick to move higher, dragging the roughened skin of his fingers against my breast and nipples. He stimulates my nipple with his thumb, playing with it until it stiffens to a peak, lifting his thigh to press between my legs.

It feels fucking good.

I'm suddenly very thankful for the sleeve stuffed into my mouth, quiet whimpered moans escaping from low in my throat like a near constant, my body rolling back into Kaeya's with purpose and desperation. He grunts in return, only playing with my breasts more roughly, groping them, pinching my hardened nipples until I whine. He only slows to kiss my neck again, his tongue burning where it drags against my skin.

I drop my sleeve from my mouth, letting out an unmitigated gasp.

"I'm— surprised—" I breathe out, eyes fluttering as I struggle to focus. "I almost thought your mouth would be— ah— cold—"

Kaeya's hands pause as he releases a breathy laugh. Suddenly, where his fingers rest against my breast there's a shift. His fingers go ice cold, raising goosebumps where they touch. He moves them toward my nipple, and I flinch away as they connect with a sharp breath.

"Kaeya—" I chastise, whining in protest.

Before it even feels like he's started, he stops, and his hands return to the same warmth. He laughs again, brushing his now-warm fingertips down the center of my chest. He follows the line down, between the middle of my ribs, to my stomach, until he's resting with his finger tips at the waistband of my panties. He waits.

"Can I?" He asks, then presses another kiss to my neck, rocking his obviously erect cock against my ass.

I close my already half-lidded eyes, fight to steady my breathing, stuff my mouth with my sleeve then nod.

Kaeya wastes no time, his hand immediately pushing past the waistband of my panties, his fingers sliding against my pussy, dragging through everything soft and sensitive. He moves with ease, collecting slick with his fingertips as he slides between my lips, quickly finding my clit with a practiced ease. He moves slowly, gently, petting my clit as I go limp, sighing in relaxed pleasure.

"How's that?" He asks, breathy, right against my neck.

I make a noise muffled by my sleeve, loosely nodding.

I hear another laugh. "That good?" Kaeya asks.

I make another noise, my eyes rolling back, my free hand gripping the bookshelf in front of me to keep me upright.

I let out a sigh, nodding again.

His fingers push back, moving deeper, until he finds my entrance. With no warning, he pushes in, two at once, and my second hand darts forward, also landing to grip the shelf and keep me upright. I let out a wild moan, uninhibited.

Kaeya grunts, quickly lifting his hand from my throat. He covers my mouth with it, gripping tight, trying his best to quiet me as I moan against his palm. Despite the mishap, he continues, burying his massive fingers inside of me as deep as he can get them.

He keeps his mouth on my neck, moving his lips and tongue against my skin. He curls his fingers inside of me, and I nearly buckle, whimpering against his palm. I feel myself throb from the stimulation, gripping down on his fingers, milking them, trying to drag them deeper.

"You take my fingers so well—" Kaeya breathes out, quiet and soft, pumping his fingers inside of me. "God, you're going to take my cock so well—" He voice starts to take on a desperation. "Won't you, good girl?"

I nod into his hand, eyes rolling back. I'll do any goddamn thing he wants if it feels like this.

Kaeya laughs again, pulling his fingers out from inside of me. He slides them forward, refocusing my clit. He circles it in a rhythm that makes my thighs twitch. I rock my hips into it, into him, desperate enough to ride his fingers.

He notices, and takes a rougher pace, flicking his fingers against my clit fast enough my brain stutters and my hips pause. All I can do is grip the shelf in front of me, melting into his control.

Kaeya's mouth moves up my neck, pressing sloppy kisses as he goes, his fingers never pausing in their stimulation. He kisses the length of it to my jaw, mouths the tendon there, then moves higher, until his lips are pressed to my ear again.

"You're making such a pretty face— so desperate like that—" He breathes out.

I blink hazily, parting my lips only to mouth at his fingers. He presses a kiss to my ear, then nips the lobe before coming back up, breathing hot, heavy breaths against the side of my face.

"Come on my fingers so I can fuck you." He says, voice stern. "Let me watch that pretty little face come for me."

I blink rapidly, nodding into his hand, hips jerking as he continues to expertly stimulate my clit. I feel the pleasure start to build, heat spiking in my stomach, unfurling up, numbing my legs and arms. A tremble starts in my core that branches out, until I'm barely upright with my shaking legs, whimpered moans escaping me into his palm.

It happens like a crash, a wave of numbing relief and pleasure as I gasp into Kaeya's palm, guttural moans ripping through my throat.

He makes a noise as well, a low moan, something like desperation. His hand immediately drops from my mouth, exposing my soft needy noises as he drags it down and back.

"You feel so— you feel so good—" I pant out.

"I know." He says back as I hear a click and zipper, what sounds like him obviously fumbling with his belt, before my panties are roughly jerked down my thighs.

I manage to look back with half lidded eyes, watching Kaeya wrap his hand around the base of his cock. It looks healthy, pretty like him, flushed red at the tip and painfully hard. He pumps it in his hand, staring back at me.

"Lift your dress." He demands.

I loosely nod, still coming down from my orgasm. I lift one hand behind me to bundle the fabric of my dress and lift it up to my waist, holding it there.

Kaeya reaches forward with the hand not holding his cock, and grips my ass, dragging his thumb through my pussy, then holding it open. It's beyond embarrassing to feel the cold air hit the sensitive skin of my pussy, knowing he's staring right at it.

He takes a moment, pressing just past my entrance with his thumb, then pulling it back out and dragging the slick down to my clit. He makes a pleased noise from behind me as he watches it, playing with my pussy for fun. I make a noise, tilting my hips higher, arching my back, trying to invite him in and get him to fuck me already.

He pulls his hand back, using it to slap my ass before he moves it back down, holding my pussy spread as I grip on air.

"Bossy, aren't you?" He chastises, finally tilting his hips forward until the head of his cock slips between my pussy lips.

He rubs against me, dragging his cock through my slick, rubbing against my clit, then resting flush to my entrance, paused just before pushing inside.

"You want my cock, don't you?" He breathes out. "Show me how bad."

I whimper, nodding, then brace myself against the shelves. I tilt my hips, trying to keep steady as I ease back, forcing his cock to push inside of me. The initial stretch pulls a high noise from me that Kaeya catches. He covers my mouth with his hand again, this time forcing his fingers into my mouth. I wrap them with my lips, then fuck myself back onto his cock, finishing burying the length inside of me in one smooth motion. I relax, feeling the full stretch of his cock buried inside of me.

Kaeya's free hand darts up, planting on my hip and gripping down tight. He digs into the flesh hard enough bruise, then holds me in place as he starts to snap his hips against me. His noises are quiet, controlled, just audible beneath the sound of our skin as it connects. His pace is rough, his hips pulling back just to snap forward, fucking me audibly.

Both of us lose our words, solely focused on the friction between our bodies and the fight to keep quiet as we connect, Kaeya's hard cock fucking in and out of me with each roll of his hips. I'm a slobbering mess against his palm, constant moans and whimpers dripping from my throat as he fucks me hard enough I bounce against the bookshelf I'm propped against, holding on for the ride.

Kaeya's hand adjusts, keeping a firm grip on my hip to hold me in place as he fucks himself into me from behind. He finds a rhythm, his hard cock pulsing inside of me as he uses my body to stimulate it.

I crane my neck, looking back to watch his face, staring at his blissed expression, half-lidded eyes, just parted lips. His eyes are locked down, watching where he's burying his cock inside of me. Once he looks up, catching me staring, he smirks, slowing the roll of his hips.

"You look so pretty under me like this." He praises, dragging his hand from my hip to my ass, then up my back to my waist, instead holding there.

I hate how smug he is.

Tired of being a pathetic mewling mess, I take the control that I can. I tighten my pussy, gripping down on Kaeya's cock, pulsing along the length. His reaction is immediate, his hand gripping down hard on my hip, the other dropping from my mouth, his hips stuttering to a stop. He nearly buckles, leaning into me.

"Fuck—" He pants out under his breath, not moving other than to rock himself against me. "You feel so— you— you feel so—"

"Good?" I breathe out. "I know." I try to copy his earlier attitude, giving him what he gave me.

He huffs a laugh, followed by a moaned sigh as I flutter my pussy around the length of his cock. He leans in until he can land his lips back on my shoulder, lifting his hand back up to cover my mouth, forcing his fingers back between my lips.

He presses a single kiss before opening his mouth, dragging his tongue out to taste my skin. He licks, then bites down hard, holding tight. Finally, he snaps his hips again, his moans and grunts muffled by my shoulder as he snaps against me. I do my best to keep myself tightened, gripping down on his cock, milking his orgasm out.

His hand fumbles at my waist, his fingers forcing themselves back between my legs. He slides them against my pussy, going back to feel where he's fucking himself into me first, before landing on my clit. I nearly jump when he presses in with his fingers, focused, stuttering them against my clit rapidly.

I arch my back, having to bite down on his fingers to keep muffled, another orgasm rapidly building with the ebb low in my stomach. He keeps his mouth planted on my shoulder, muffling his own moans, snapping his hips against me hard enough the books on the shelves knock together.

I barely realize I'm about to cum before I do, shivering into an orgasm, gripping the bookshelf as it overtakes my body, pulsing where I'm split on Kaeya's cock. He doesn't slow, instead quickens his hips and fingers, until I have to dart a hand down, scrambling to dig my nails into his wrist as I fight the urge to cry out.

He's quick to listen, lifting that hand to my stomach and supporting me as he loses his rhythm, pounding himself into me with desperate uneven thrusts, grunts low in his throat as he bites harder on my shoulder.

I shiver in relief when I feel his cock jerk, warmth spreading low in my abdomen as his hips snap the final few times, then pause as he rocks against me, fucking his softening cock and cum as deeply as he can get it.

We hold for a moment, collecting ourselves in eachother's arms, wrapped tight, before we remember where we are.

Kaeya pulls his fingers from my mouth, lifting his own mouth from my sore shoulder, leaving it wet where air hits it. He shifts his hips slowly, supporting me with both hands as he pulls out.

"So good— such a good girl—" He repeats murmured praise, low and slow, voice rough. "You made me feel so good."

I'm fucked out of my mind, too far gone to care, only focused on the tremble of my legs as they fight to hold me up. I turn toward Kaeya once he pulls out of me, letting my dress fall back into place. I watch through half lidded eyes as he tucks his cock back into his pants, fastening his belt.

He catches me staring and grins, looking at me with a relaxed look. He takes a step toward me, landing his hand to cup my chin, then finally presses a kiss to my lips.

I consider it our first real kiss, sweet and chaste. He pulls back from it quickly, pressing another kiss to my forehead, then stepping back and looking down my form.

"You're such a mess." He chastises, dragging his eyes down my body.

I finally find the mental power to look for myself, greeted by the sight of cum drooling down my thighs toward my rolled panties tangled at my knees.

Kaeya drops to a crouch in front of me, looking up with a reassuring smile as he reaches forward and pulls my panties off for me. I'm confused for only a second, until he reaches forward, wiping up the length of my leg with the panties to clean the cum off of me.

It's sweet, in a weird way.

He lifts to standing, hovering close to me, the panty cum-rag in one hand, then, the door creaks open.

Kaeya startles, his hands flying behind his back to hide the panties there. My head snaps toward the door as well. I'm left speechless as I make eye contact with Lisa who looks from me to Kaeya, back to me, then her brows lift.

"Are those books giving you trouble?" She looks me up and down after her question.

"No ma'am—" I say quickly, turning to lift the books in question, willing my legs to not give out. "—I found them already."

Lisa's brows lift higher.

Damn. Maybe I shouldn't have told her that.

"Oh." She says, briefly eyeing Kaeya again. "Stop by my office whenever you're done in here, then." She says, then turns and walks away.

I grimace, turning to look at Kaeya. He turns toward me, meeting my eye contact and relaxing into a softer expression.

"I think she might know." I mumble.

Kaeya curls into a smug grin, a glint in his eye. "Good observation." He says, dripping with sarcasm.

I roll my eyes at him, lifting a hand to pinch his cheek. I don't expect the way he leans into my touch. I decide, suddenly, that if he's kissed me, it's only fair that I kiss him. I move until I'm in front of him, lift to my tip toes, then press my lips to his.

Kaeya chases it with his whole body, his free hand darting up to my cradle my waist and pull me in. I hold it for a good few seconds until I move, kissing the corner of his lips, down to his chin, then to his neck.

There, I dart my tongue out before latching my mouth on, holding with my teeth as I tighten, sucking to bruise. Once I'm sure I've left a mark on his skin, I pull back, satisfied, smiling up at Kaeya. He looks blissed out, even more than before.

I lift my hand to his chest, brushing with my thumb.

"You should go do your job." I say, grinning.

Kaeya's lips twitch to smile, then he shakes his head. "I'd rather bother you."

I smile right back, pushing away from him by shoving his shoulder, walking for the exit of the room. Kaeya keeps close, following me out, plastered to my back.

Calvary Captain Kaeya has made it his life's purpose to annoy me. I've had to see him every day since I accepted an internship studying under Lisa. He hovers in the library, doing nothing of use besides staring and occasionally balancing a pencil to entertain himself... but, nothing makes me happier.

[soft-boi-eli]

Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgery. (Part 1)

Tw:swearing, pain pills, some hints to vomiting, fluff as well.

Wilbur

This simp...

Makes sure you regularly drain your drains, take your medication.

You dont even have to get the fuck up, I mean he's your personal butler until the doctor gave you the okay.

Three times a day you get a smoothie. He can tell that you dont want to eat because of the pain.

The least you can do is drink something to nurioush you while you were in pain.

If you're embarrassed about having to sleep on some dog pee pads for the drain. Dont be.

Wilbur may not understand but he will constantly comfort you. He'll even make a video to tell his viewers he won't be posting for a moment. A personal issues came up and that is all they know for now.

Also when cold he'll try to keep you warm by very, very gentle cuddles. But any sign of pain and he's off of you and getting you warm blankets and heating packs.

His sweaters? Now all yours. You have no say. He will give you one every day knowing you find alot of comfort in wearing his clothes.

The last thing he wants is you in pain. Especially if it was caused by him.

Your testosterone shot? Dont worry he's got it for you.

He doesn't want you to get up unless you needed to go to the restroom or you were itching to get up.

If you dont take it slow he will threaten you.

This is a threat. He will make you sit back down if you tried to get up and clean.

All in all he is a simp and your butler.

Technoblade

Technoblade may not know what to do but he will try.

He's quite nervous but when he realized you havent eaten and needed something in your system for your pain meds hell make you something soft and light on the stomach.

Are you cold? He'll cover you in a blanket and just sit next to you. Floof senses you in pain and cuddles you more then technoblade.

Techno was a bit butt hurt but knew that you needed alot of support right now.

With his height his clothes are either tight or loose. But his hoodies are always huge. And very fucking comfortable.

His scent relaxed you and helped you sleep at night.

He is a hidden simp.

He will make sure you're comfortable. If you want him to he'll sleep with you in the living room.

When you start walking him and Floof are constantly following you. Just to make sure you are safe and comfortable.

You cant help but love your two boys.

His streams and videos are already inconsistent but he did say his next video or stream might take a longer time.

But if you dont mind then you'll sit near him while he streams. If you needed anything he'll get it.

You saying hi to chat. They know you're in pain by your tone.

And anyone he's in a call with will ask what's up. And when you tell them they'll understand and they'll hype you up.

It warms techno's heart when his friends hype you up.

God this closeted simp is melting internally.

Schlatt

He will tease you.

Pictures are taken and spread around the internet like a wild fire.

Caption to those pictures?

This dumbass just got out of surgery and didnt expect to feel like trash lol.

But off camera he's quite the nice guy. Reminding you to drink your water, getting you soft foods or soups, heck he give you some of his pushies from his youtooz.

And this behemoth of a man will give you his shirt or hoodies.

You are with him when he streams or records.

There is no say.

He wants to keep his eyes on you and make sure you are comfortable and safe.

Lowkey dragged you bed into his recording room, you were just vibing in the corner.

You meds are on a set schedule. If the time lands when he's on stream he doesn't think. Just gets up grabs your meds and a premade smoothie.

With that he gave them to you.

Watching you swallow that pill because you can be stubborn with pain meds.

Returns to the stream.

Yells at chat for calling him a simp. He told them you were in pain and it's the least he can do for you.

Will low key rub your back off stream. As sleeping while sitting up us hell on your shoulders.

Jambo is all over you, soaking up the attention he can get while you were immobile.

Schlatt would glare st him for taking away his S/O.

When it came to you wanting to walk he will let you.

If you hurt then this man would laugh and tell you to sit your ass down. You are going anywhere just yet.

He's gonna carry you when you are in as much pain.

He's tall and there is no stopping him.

It makes him feel a bit happier due to the fact you aren't hurting as much, and still getting to the place you needed.

Also he will hug you if he sees you are uncomfortable. The hug is very soft and unlike him.

But at least he is trying.

He also keeps his yelling down, doesn't want you to make too many stiff movements. It would hurt the hell out of you.

Tommy

Ok. Hear me out, butler.

He see the pain you are in and as one of his best friends he wont let you do anything.

Your parents were out of town after your surgery and it wasn't their fault their work called in suddenly.

So you were sent over to Tommy's for the three weeks they were out.

Tommy would let you relax on his bed, heck even sleep on it as well.

Doesn't care if your drains stain the bed. That's an easy clean up and he wants you to be comfortable.

He does still stream. Because it's something he does for a living.

But he'll try to keep it a bit quieter.

You once walked out of the room when he was streaming. You looked like a gremlin, hunched over while you had to take a piss.

When you entered you were greeted by wilbur, techno, and phil telling you they hope you heal fast.

"It only gets better from now on (y/n). Take it easy alright?"-wilbur

"Congrats mate, just relax and dont forget to focus on healing."-Phil

"Yo you got the surgery. Pog. Stay healthy (y/n)."-techno

You melted lightly. A small smile graced your face.

It brought you joy and there was nothing that could compare to it. Honestly.

It seemed almost every day someone tommy knew was hopi g a speedy recovery.

He once yelled at chat for saying you should suck it up.

"CHAT THEY JUST WENT THROUGH SURGRY. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

You forgot that your parents were even out for those weeks.

Tommy would definitely understand slightly that it would hurt to constrict your chest.

"You cold?"

When you nod tommy is up and handing you one of his hoodies. They are big and comfy. Easy to put on too. So they are perfect.

His two dogs, Walter and Betty?

Expect them in his room curled around you. Dogs know when humans feel pain and when they need something to comfort them.

The stream kind of enjoyed that.

They got wholesome content from you and dog content.

Win win.

Tommy will make sure you have your meds.

If it lands during a stream he blacks out the camera and carefully gets you the things needed for it.

Get you a best friend like tommy.

They wont let you do much when in pain.

Tubbo

He doesn't fully know what to do. He went and spent a few nights over at your house.

Your parents asked his parents for help so they sent over tubbo.

They made a list but the poor boy couldnt read it.

"A sm-oosthie with their pain pill... what the hell is a sm-oosthie?!"

It took him calling tommy to ask him to tell him.

"Tubbo. It says smoothie and who is this fo-."

He hung up before tommy could finish and made the smoothie.

Your cat was quite cuddly.

When he walked in your cat was on your lap.

"Tubbo? When did you get here?" Oh yeah it was a surprise.

"Not too long ago. Your parents left and asked me to help."

He was doing it in all good.

But he scared you so badly.

He bought you a stuffed animal...

It was a huge minecraft bee. And by huge I mean huge.

Like here's the stuffed animal.

Ignore the child. I wished there was a better picture.

But yeah you get the point.

Tubbo may not know how to help you fully but he's trying.

Tommy came to visit with wilbur and phil.

Tommy was meeting up with them and you lived close to wilbur.

When they saw you laid up in bed, tubbo trying to find out how to help with your medication phil kinda went father mode.

You got homemade soup to take your meds.

Tubbo was quite happy to see you smiling and lightly laughing.

When they left you felt better.

Tubbo may not know how to do alot but he tried his best. And you loved every moment.

You got you best friend to help you. And nothing was better then that.

Ranboo

Ranboo spent the night and all you guys could do was joke about the pain.

The jokes were quite self deprecating too.

All night you guys were up.

You couldn't sleep because of the pain and he didnt want to sleep due to the fact he didnt want you to be alone.

So you two were sleep deprived and your parents were concerned. But understood you two didnt want the other to feel bad.

After you healed a bit your parents got called into work. Leading to you spending a few days over there.

Ranboo streamed a recorded with you in the back ground.

He forgot you were there once and he turned on face cam. There you were in the background nose deep into a book while wearing one of his hoodies.

You were freezing and your shirts were a bit too tight.

He just gave you one of his and that was that.

"Whis in the background?"-dono

"In the background?" He turned around to see you just reading your book.

"Oh. That's one of my friends. They had a surgery a week ago."-ranboo

He turned to you, "(y/n) say hi to stream."

Looking up you waved.

"My gay mind went brrr at the idea of no sacks of fat. Now body do the big pain."-(y/n) 2021

It brought a laugh to ranboo and his chat.

You joked through the pain. It was funny.

Dream

What is this I see? He's a simp indeed.

Low key he's answering your beck and call.

He's smothering you in love.

It may not be physical affection but it is still affection.

Your hoodies are replaced with his.

They are huge and comfy.

He saw something online that reminded him of you.

He said it was cute and decided you needed it.

You loved it. It helped you sleep.

Since sapnap lives with him he sends in sapnap sometimes because he's recording or has to get something that wasn't in the house.

Also when you found the zipper you unzipped it and found dream stashed some gift cards and little trinkets in it. Along with a note.

'Knew you would of found this.'-Clay

It shocked you kind of.

But you loved it. It was quite comforting that he gave his affection in these ways still.

Even if it wasn't physically.

Patches is on you 24/7.

She's cuddling you and being very gentle on you.

Low key she won't leave you though, she's following you everywhere, on your lap, sitting there when your on the toilet.

She's clingy. More clingy then before.

But it warmed your heart.

If george visits then he'll see a little gremlin making a b line to the bathroom.

All because the pain made your stomach feel upset.

And you hadn't eaten anything because of pain.

Dream is quick to rush in and see what's wrong.

You were sitting on the ground in the bathroom. Needless to say it didnt end well and you hated it.

"Baby. Do you want me to get you a smoothie and your pain meds?" You were grateful.

After leaving the bathroom you lightly hunched over you noticed the British man in your living room.

You watched his videos.

You waved lightly with a smile.

"Oh sorry (y/n) I didnt tell you george was coming did i?"

Your look told it all.

"Sorry you have to see me like this." You had the urge to apologize.

"No dont be sorry. Surgery is painful."-george

With a small nod you went back to your room and relaxed.

George

He didnt know what to do at all.

He answered your requests.

But he didnt know why you needed that thick ass blanket in the middle of the summer.

But now you have it.

Your stuffed animal that was left in the living room?

It's in your arms by your side.

He's sad it wasn't him in your arms but understood it would cause you pain.

He just lightly lays in your lap.

It brought you comfort and him comfort.

Your germilin ass tended you get up and walk at the weirdest time too.

3am?

Your are going to get a snack.

5am?

You are on your way to the toilet.

7am?

Your once more in the kitchen getting something to eat with your pain pill.

George slept through it and was confused when you weren't in bed like the doctors told you to.

He's quite meticulous with your meds and eating habits.

He doesn't push but makes sure you have something with that pill.

Hell try to help you with your bandages. But sometimes got queasy at the blood and stuff.

It was okay with you though.

You didnt mind that due to the fact that you too got queasy as well.

I think you guys sleep through this alot.

Wilbur and tommy visited.

You was shocked and confused when they had a few get well soon gifts.

Tommy got you a small fidget toy, just something to do with your hands sometimes.

Wilbur got you a few books and a small stuffed toy.

It was a orca.

You loved it but still loved the one that george got you.

He got you a little wooloo one.

It was something that was soft and easy to cuddle.

But the books wilbur gave you were amazing.

It gave you something to do for a long while. And it gave george some more cuddle time.

Other than not knowing what to do george was a great source of comfort.

Sapnap

Sapnap is a bit more experienced with it.

Kind of knowing what to do and all together he just know more then most people.

There is a regular schedule for you meds and so called meals, he changes out the dog pads if he notices them dirty. He knows how to maneuver himself next to you so there was no pain.

He also sucked up that he would be overwhelmingly hot and sat next to you under the blanket.You weren't nearly as cold because of that.

Also since sapnap lives with dream I imagine that dream pops in some times and so does patches.

You all were probably best friends as children. And people always thought that you and dream would get together.

Only because you two were more touchy.

But you saw him as an older brother, and took a liking to sapnap.

Dream was really suportive and saw you as a little sibling.

Dream probably saw you not doing to well and made you something to eat and brought your pain medication.

That was because sapnap was sleeping next to you.

Patches curled up between to two of you and dream brought in something you hadnt seen before.

A roll away bed.

This mother fucker got a whole new bed just so he could sleep in the same room as you and sapnap.

"Sapnap is a heavy sleeper. What if you need something?" He was correct.

You woke up to pain and discomfort.

Dream woke up but sapnap didnt.

You were mainly cold though...

How the hell were you cold with this man radiating radiation the heat of a thousand suns?

No clue. But probably the anesthesia since you were in sapnap room dream just opened the closet and tossed his hoodie to your lap.

You woke up sapnap when you put on the hoodie on accident.

He pushed up against your shoulder a bit more and draped his arm over your lap.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap mumble made you stiffen up. Dream seemed to fall back to sleep too.

"Just a bit cold." He lightly nodded into your neck.

"Mmmmmm. How though."-sapnap

"I dont fuckin know."-(y/n)

He let out a sleep chuckle and seemed to fall asleep again.

You just sat there. Patches and sapnap on you lap technically.

Sapnap woke up and made you breakfast at some point. You were in and out of it due to barely any sleep.

Dream woke up as well. You didnt even know when they left. But patches stayed with you.

Those weeks you were treated the best with these two with extra cuddles from patches.

I didnt know there was a max amount of paragraphs. But hey I guess it's something you find out sooner or later. So there is going to be a part 2. Including some character I missed.