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slickfordain · 2 months ago

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🎀 yandere! Protective billy with a crush f! Reader or gn! Reader who pinky <33 🎀

*cutely kills people close to u nd comes to comfort u (trying to get u attached) to him nd if u somehow get more friends or a bf he js gonna- (carve them up like a thanksgiving turkey)* nd spoils his princess <33💕💕

WAAAA YES💕💕💗 Love request trading with you! (I’m still working on people’s bday gifts yes but pls understand I adore my bff😞)

Yandere Billy Loomis, blood, weak/frail reader, reader has attachment issues and can barely focus on things, reader is female (I’ll do GN/male soon)

"What’s your favorite scary movie?…"

"Why do you want to know…?"

"Because sweetheart, you’re really cute in those sleepwear while watching one. ♡"

That happened in future, but before that, you were just a girl in your pink cute outfit— wearing a pink bow behind your hair, and had strawberry perfume scent around your body figure. Everyone could smell you from afar and they can recognize you.

You were so precious….

So precious, that Tatum adored you so much, and even wanted to keep you around her friend group that you were so curious about- and decided maybe, it would be best to get a friend group…. Because even if you’re anxious with anxiety, you felt….. loved, loved by Tatum and her boyfriend Stu- even though Stu is odd and weird….. He treats you like his own best friend.

You three eventually had hung out so much, you came to have met Sidney Prescott and her “boyfriend” Billy Loomis too! It was such a cute interaction, because you kept stumbling over your words and felt so nervous— they couldn’t help but adore.

However, the longer you were friends with them, the more touchy Billy…. Seemed… Maybe it was just you, but you didn’t know if Sidney had noticed how Billy kept wrapping an arm around your figure- and even kept himself close— he one time even “got himself injured”, crawling to you for help!

You have no idea how this happened at all…. You even assumed he’d be fine on his own usually because he seemed like a strong “reliable” person…. But instead you keep finding him running to you again and again, like a constant loop of wanting to get closer to you.

You felt bad…. You felt sick… You felt such an overwhelming pressure on your back, you had to arrive at Sidney’s house just to ask her about something… But unfortunately, on that day after a while of Billy spending most of his time with you- she wasn’t home.

You felt yourself sick again, and panicked while trying to call Tatum back at home. To your surprise, Tatum said that Sidney was at her house- planning some fun things together.

…

You didn’t wanna ruin Sidney’s day…. You had to do it at the right moment to talk about this…. Right now was definitely not the right time…

All you could do…. Was sweetly answer before hanging up, apologizing for wasting their time. They were going to ask you to join, but you rather wouldn’t. Not when you felt filthy after trying to push Billy away….

But he’s so nice…. So caring… Nobody really says these things, asides from Tatum but— she’s usually busy with Stu and Sidney, she barely has time for you.

You returned home, and it was about 00:04 AM, in your apartment, turning on your TV while wearing your most comfortable pink tank top and pink sweatpants that’s patterned with cute hearts on— sitting on the couch, watching the screen…

You just sighed, overthinking with thoughts of how to express yourself to Sidney…. Surely she’d understand you…. While thinking too, you suddenly flinched- almost losing your remote down to the ground when all of the sudden, your cellphone went off.

You widened your eyes confused, glancing at the object so lost, and anxious…. If anything, you HATED phone calls…. You even heard a rumor that people would go around and call you, then threaten you…

Ugh… But your parents are out…! And you know that this thing will never shut up if you kept ignoring it!

….

Doing out of instincts and not your brain, you actually picked it up. Your mind went blank. What the fuck do you say? What do you do?? Do you lay down and die? Do you cry?

What do you do

What do yo—

"Not even a little “Hello, who’s this?”, hm?"

Your thoughts were immediately interrupted… Your face going pale… You hitched your breath as you could’ve sworn that this would be the end of your night, which, ironically- almost is.

".. I-I.."

"Oh, come on now…. Don’t be shy… [Name]…"

…

Yeah. You hung up. There was no way you’d continue talking to someone who knew you, and has that creepy voice on. You felt even more sicker, so sick you almost threw up- but you had to force yourself to swallow it back and NOT break down.

Your hands trembled, dialing the cops as much as you could— but failed once the phone rang again. And since you picked up already, the voice was back again.

"DON’T HANG UP OR I’LL CUT YOUR HEAD OFF AND PUT IT ON THE CEILING!"

You squeaked quietly, dropping the phone to the ground, shaking and breathing heavily. You picked it up again quick— feeling yourself at the brink of fainting. You were gonna die. That’s it.

"What… What do you want from me…?"

"Hm… Obedient as expected…" … "What’s your favorite scary movie?… Answer it."

"Why do you want to know…? At all times like this…?"

Surely this had to be some sick joke…. Threatening someone like you just for that question? You truly wonder if you should move out and move countries, thinking it’ll be okay…

"Because sweetheart, you’re really cute in those sleepwear while watching one. ♡"

…

You threw your cellphone down. Before it could ring again, you got out a hammer from the table that your dad used— and smashed it over and over with LITTLE minimum strength you had. It was a STRUGGLE to hit it, but you didn’t want threats anymore, nor stalkers!

"Get out of my head get out of my house get out of my apartment-"

You repeatedly said in frantic movement, before suddenly hearing crashing outside, making you wince and stop smashing your cellphone your parents might kill you for.

You got jumpscared by a stranger dressed as a ghost, pitch black outfit with just a ghost mask. You gasped— before your legs got slashed by the knife, making you whine in pain. You almost fell to the ground— but with adrenaline pumping into your body, you bit down harshly onto the slasher’s hand, making the Ghost face grunt and shake you off, while you got up and tried running— ducking down when the man tried to stab you again, or woman…. Whoever it is, they’re a sick fuck!!

You panted softly, running through your house that’s so small— yet, so easy to get through. The Ghost face hunted you down again, and stabs you behind your back. Your eyes widened— before giving a small yelp before falling down the stairs, your body aching with pain while collapsing and crashing down.

The stranger was about to lounge down with you, but you dodged— again- with adrenaline, willing to LIVE because— if anything, you didn’t want to die with guilt knowing Sidney might never forgive you! You can’t have that!

You let out a choked sob, almost breaking while you ran inside the work room your dad owned- locking the door before backing up in pain, sitting down while you watch the knife stabbing through.

You hiccuped, sniffling in pain. You are NOT going to live at all- you can’t survive this— fuck, you’re not even the final girl everyone would think.

…

Well that’s what YOU, think.

You heard a gunshot, making your body stay silent for a moment, hearing shouting and glasses breaking…. Oh no… Your mom will kill you if the vases are ruined…

You have to leave— but you’re about to die too due to blood loss- what should you do…? It’s hopeless—

"[Name]?! [NAME]!!"

Freezing, you sat there quietly, the pressure from before coming back again…. Was that… Loomis…? "[Name]!! Where are you?! Are you okay?!" He sounded frantic…. And it was quiet. Where was the killer? Was it Billy?… You really didn’t wanna open the door…. You ended up sobbing quietly to yourself, accepting to die than to let Billy possibly kill you-

But it was too late. Billy opened the door, and to your surprise— he was worried, or well, he LOOKED worried… He was panting heavily, his figure shaking almost…. His hand covered in blood…. And as you can see in the background…- Was the Ghost face…

"B.. Bil-"

"You’re alive!" Billy rushed to you and immediately embraced you tightly in his arms, coaxing you in with sweet caring words. You were just…. So tired, so shocked…. So much stuff is happening… Billy was innocent… (He’s not)

"Sid.. Sidney—" "Who cares?! You’re bleeding the fuck out! Hah…. God, I’m so happy I got here just in time…!" Billy feigned innocence, but he was doing this just to get you to trust him…. As you were weak and vulnerable, as always, but far worse with blood, Billy gently scooped you up- and your mind went blank immediately…. Shakily wrapping your arms around Billy’s neck.

His mind went feral, his face heating up while trying to hide the smirk off his face— walking out of the basement to head to your room… "Your house is so big…. You weren’t in your room and I… I heard screaming…. So I went to save you…."

…

"I care for you as much as Sidney does, [Name]…" Billy opens the door to your bedroom. And honestly, you felt like your mind got corrupted, because you were too drained to think…. You were settled under the blankets, well, after being bandaged of course— with Billy sneaking up behind and cuddling you…

You were supposed to think rationally, to push Billy away and set boundaries— but tonight you just….. Didn’t. Instead, you just allowed it…. He saved you…. You have to thank him for staying with you….

…

"… You’re worried about Sidney… Aren’t you…" Billy whispered softly, his tone changing to low which caught you almost off guard, your head looking around, seeing Billy stare. "… I heard from many people they assumed you dated me… I figured you were panicking about it. Right?"

…

It’s almost like.. He read your diary… But instead, you’re too tired to deny. So you slowly nod.

".. Hah… Easy, just rest.." Billy coo’ed against your throat, giving soft gentle kisses, making you soften and let out another shaky breath. "Don’t worry about Prescott…. We broke up a few days ago before I tried getting close to you…"

Broke up..?

So you were…. Worried for nothing…?

"I’m sure you’d deny how I’d act and refuse to call me your boyfriend… But…" Billy sighed deeply, before cupping your gentle delicate face, making you forced to look at him— so you wouldn’t see the injured Ghost face in the background trying to flee. Stu…. Him and Stu, had set this up.

"I.." You swallowed down your throat. You couldn’t speak properly… You just… Can’t help but feel attached. "T-The body—" You thought about the Ghost face that got “killed” by Billy, but Billy refused to let you get up. "Ignore that. I already called the police, so quit it…" He buried your face suddenly against his chest, his other arm wrapped around your waist— making you feel his warmth.

He’s forcing you to forget. He’s forcing so fast that your blood under the bandages are leaking through-

"B.. Billy…"

…

"…" Nothing. You didn’t want anything. All you could do was helplessly hug him close…. That was Billy’s cue. "You’re fragile… Like a little glass, [Name]… Do you have any idea how distraught I would be if you died on me…?" … "I want you by my side…. All the time…"

You couldn’t think properly… Instead, your face got forced up to look at him again, before Billy kissed your lips rather desperately- desperate for your love and affection. Desperate for you to forget.

The chasing.

The call.

All that but Billy. Just Billy….

…

You closed your eyes, your body pressed onto the mattress as you get kissed romantically. It’s not ideal, but…. With Billy…. He’s so sweet to you… You couldn’t fight him back. He said he broke up right? It shouldn’t be bad….

Maybe…

It was okay…

#various x reader #various #yandere x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #scream x reader #scream #ghost face #ghost face x reader #scream 1997

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aimedis · 3 months ago

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darlin' getting attacked by quinn while they're taking a late night stroll. he escaped his department cell somehow. they take him down but they're fatally wounded. blood everywhere, bones broken and fractured in every place imaginable and more. it's so bad that when the pack gets there and finds them laying in the grass, asher literally throws up. marie is on her way but sam and david are trying to help. it would never have been enough. david, sam, milo, and asher are just sitting over them, begging them to keep their eyes open.

"i took him down, sammy. all by myself..." they whisper, eyes focusing and unfocusing as they try to remain conscious.

"hell yeah you did, darlin'. tore his head clean off," sam responds, equally as quiet, "you did so damn good."

marie shows up then. and sam would never get the sound of his darlin's screams and cries while marie was healing them out of his head. or how they went deathly still when she was done.

they js fell asleep from the magic, it's okay i wouldn't kill them off (or would i?)

(bonus !!)

imagine darlin' waking up days later, still looping on all the healing magic in their system and they're just being sappy and giggly with sam. picture those "partner under anaesthesia" videos.

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tojisun · 3 months ago

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biker simon who picks you up and drops you off to uni im js dizzy at the thought of it 😵‍💫

yeahhhhhHHHHHH

you signed up for that year-long discounted parking in campus and gave simon the little tag for when he picks you up. he teased when you gave it to him, saying that this whole backpack thing was just a one-time ride, but you and him both know that he’s just joking. hell, he won’t even make you take the commute to home because of how tedious it is, saying things like he’ll always pick you up so you better hang on tight.

which is why you just rolled your eyes at his drawled tease before waltzing away because your class is about to start.

thinking about how simon’s got his rucksack packed with essentials—extra protective gear from the jacket to the helmet, then some snacks like cookies and gummies. he’s even got a travel-sized tube of lotion just in case you forgot yours.

and it’s sweet, yes, but just the inherent softness in being picked up and dropped off without hesitation nor prompting. how he follows your schedule, easily taking in the change of routine just so he can be with you.

you told him that he didn’t have to, but he’s insistent. excited for it, even. so you fall into the idea of being pampered; getting used to being his backpack to the point that you’ve even began getting to know his biker gang—his usual friends, kyle and johnny and mr. price—but also those he just met in meets—konig and ajax.

it’s exhilarating.

every ride fills you up with giddiness, triumphing over all your worries and problems because, well, in the dead of the early morning or late night, as the city becomes a blur in your cruising journey, you feel suspended with just simon there for you.

he’s always been there for you; always caring for you; always protective of you. and every time, even with the silence, you feel the tension seep out of your body. then, you’re looking forward to the next day again, even if it’s just so you can reunite with simon when the afternoon bleeds into the sky.

there’s a certain curl in your shoulders that lets him know that you’ve had a bad day. he wants to ask, to comfort you, but you’re already snagging the helmet from inside of his bag with your lips jutted out just for the smallest of frowns. he bites the desire to croon and instead reaches forward to take the helmet away from you. you let him do so, huffing quietly, but turning to present your face to him because this—simon helping you with putting on the helmet—has become a tradition of some sorts now.

with him, tugging at the straps and then tapping at the casing when he’s done, and you, waiting with infinite patience because you know he loves doing last minute pokes. like today, he shakes your head as an extra step, and basked in the sound of your surprised giggles.

with your laughter petering out, simon reaches forward to cup your jaw. “ready?”

“yup!” you reply, popping the ‘p.’ you’re bouncing on your spot, eyes shining with excitement, and simon almost laughs because he knows. he gets it.

he gets the way you look forward to the thrill of a ride; of feeling the warm air turn into whipping wind; of going great speeds and dancing between traffic. of feeling like you’re untouchable (ironically, this is the most you will be vulnerable while you’re on the road, but simon has always been extra vigilant; never one to trust the dead silence of intersections or often unused roads because he knows how difficult it can be when one tests fate.)

but on its own, in its entirety, the ride is truly a unique experience, one that simon’s glad he gets to sure with you.

the travel back home is longer tonight, and that’s alright. you know that simon took the longer route back, anyway. that he purposefully took the wrong exit just so he can loop back in and extend your time together. you couldn’t thank him enough because this, just like this, you feel like things would end up turning for the better.

biker!simon mlist

#tojisloft #ask #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #biker!ghost #simon ghost riley #suns

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emswritings · 4 months ago

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HIHI maybe u could do poly!marauders where reader is upset and they js cuddle her and make sure she's okay and stuff idk i thought it'd be cute

Let us hug you

Synopsis: you had a bad day, but the boys help cheer you up

Wordcount: 0.7k

Tags: poly!marauders x reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader gets a period

Authors note: tbh im not too used to writing hurt, so there isn't much

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It's been a horrible day for you. First, you get your period and have absolutely horrid camps, then you spill your breakfast on your uniform. That makes you have to go back to your dorm and change, which causes you to be late to your first class, making you lose house points. All you wanted was a hug from your boys, but every time you tried they always had something they needed to do.

“Sorry dovey, I need to tutor some first years.”

“Later angel, me and Sirius have practice.”

So you were laying in Sirius’s bed, trying to make yourself feel better about the day. The tears were flowing freely as their words played on loop in your head. Logically, you knew they were busy, and you knew they weren’t avoiding you, but you couldn't help but feel as though they were.

When James and Sirius entered the dorm after practice, they were met with your sleeping form facing away from them. James coos softly, watching as Sirius makes his way over to you. He pushes your hair back from your head and sucks in a quiet breath when he sees the dried tear streaks on your face.

“Should we wait for Remus to get back?” James whispers, trying not to wake you yet. Sirius looks up at him and nods his head.

“Let's wait for her to wake up and then ask what's wrong.”

“Wait for who to wake up?” You asked grogily, turning over to face Sirius and James. They jump, then turn towards you smiling.

“You, lovey,” James says, walking towards you on the bed. You sit up and make room for him beside you, leaning into his side when he does.

“Why?” You ask. You look between them, then groan when yet another cramp hits you. Leaning more on James now, you wrap your arms around his middle and groan, “missed you guys today.”

James and Sirius exchange a look, but they don't have a chance to say anything, because Remus comes into the dorm.

“Those first years are getting better and better each time we meet. I think they have a really good chance of getting an O on their next test. Woah, what's wrong dove?” He asks, just now seeing how unwell you looked, and how worried his two boyfriends looked.

“I don't feel good,” you whine quietly, looking up at Remus when he comes over to feel your forehead.

“Oh yeah? What doesn’t feel good lovey?” James asks, running a hand up and down your arm. You sigh, but respond, “it has just been a bad day, and I couldn’t hug any of you, because every time I tried, someone was busy. I know that's not your fault or anything, and I'm not mad at any of you, but still.”

Sirius coos, and sits down at the foot of your bed. “Well, how about this: how about we push some beds together, and cuddle while you tell us what made the day so horrible. Sounds good?” You smile at him and nod, letting out a small, “yeah.”

Sirius and Remus get to work on pushing James’s bed next to where Sirius’s bed is already at. You watch as they get comfortable, and smile when Sirius tells you to go ahead and start the story.

“Well, this morning I got my period, and have been hit with cramps all day. Then, I spilled breakfast on my uniform, so I had to go change, which made me late to Slughorn's class, who took away house points. It sounds a little silly now that I say it aloud, but, I don't know, I just wanted a hug all day.” You finish your mini rant, and change your position so you're laying down.

“I’m sorry love, that had to suck. But we’re here now, so we can lay here as long as you want, alright?” Sirius asks you, smiling when he sees your nod.

So that's where you stay. At least until dinner, then the boys do rock, paper, scissors to see who is going to get everyone dinner. James and Sirius end up being the two losers, so they go down to the great hall, and Remus takes the chance to pull you close to him. Your front is pressed up against his, and you smile against his chest, and wrap your arms around his middle. You can't be sure, but you're almost certain you heard him whisper “love you” against your hairline.

James and Sirius come back, and you sit up to eat dinner, then you spend the rest of the night laughing and cuddling, falling asleep in eachothers arms.

#poly!marauders x reader #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #marauders #marauders era #harry potter marauders #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders imagine

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gallaghersgal · 2 months ago

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DAY ONE → apocalypse, lip gallagher

TAGS & WARNINGS → honestly not much, js mentions of an apocalyptic society. otherwise fluffy!

WC → 662

you’d never thought you would live to see the day that life as you knew it fell to ruin. it happened quicker than you could’ve ever imagined. one day you were nineteen, smoking a joint out the gallagher boys’ bedroom window, swapping kisses with lip while ian rolled his eyes, and carl tried to steal the goods right out of your hand. then suddenly your family was gone, the city wasn’t safe anymore—not that it ever had been, but it was much worse now—and you were piling into a van with all seven gallaghers, your eyes set on the safety you’d heard of in more rural, southern parts of the country. the way veronica cried and clinged to fiona as she said goodbye was burned forever into your brain.

three years later, you were making do in the shadow of the appalachian mountains. it was honestly cruel, the beauty of what surrounded you. outside of chicago the land had stretched on forever in uniform, level plains, and while you’d always said you hated it, what you wanted now more than anything was to see those stupid boring fields again. the land here was sickeningly gorgeous, with the high altitude making way for clouds to kiss the mountaintops which your town was settled beneath.

lip sits in the open window, his eyes glancing between your sleeping form, and those same mountains you’d traveled through years ago. he watches the faint lights of the high society assholes who drive up there, passing over the dark underbelly of their society without a thought. he watches as the sun rises, then watches as you slowly blink awake in the pathetic excuse for a bed the two of you share.

“lip? come t’bed, please,” you mumble, and he obliges. the bed dips as he lays next to you, bringing one arm to circle your waist. “’s apple pickin’ day, y’need to rest” you murmur to him, one finger gently stroking the bridge of his nose. he would never admit it, but he loves the sensation.

“eight fuckin’ mile walk, all f’some apples,” he says in a low grumble, but you can see his mouth is turned into the barest hint of a smile.

it’s not long before he drifts off, the exhaustion taking over his body. you untangle yourself as quietly as possible, giving yourself time to take some semblance of a bath and tuck your hair into a neat style to keep it out of your face. when the sun starts to crest above the mountaintops you wake him.

lip grumbles, of course he does, but he drags himself out of bed and the two of you start off towards the orchard. a few hours in the cool autumn air have you arriving at the small, abandoned tourist town.

lip catches sight of an old country general store, and he elbows you gently. “y’think i can find a pack ‘f cigs in there?” he asks.

you shrug, standing at the top of the hill and looking down over the expanse of the orchard. neat rows of trees with rotted wooden labels boast bright red fruits on their untrimmed branches. for the first time in recent memory you truly smile.

wind sweeps across your face as you turn back to him, slinging the empty backpack off your shoulder to fill it with the prized fruits. “i dunno, i’m gonna go pickin’,” you say with a kiss to his cheek.

before you can take a step lip hooks a finger in your belt loop. “nuh-uh baby, y’re stayin’ with me.” he ignores your grumpy expression, gently tugging you with him towards the store. “we don’t know what fucked up shit is down there. i’m keepin’ you in my sight so i know y’re safe.”

you want to pout, but the simple action shows you how much he cares for you. words are hard for him—emotions even harder—but he shows you in these small ways. it warms your heart.

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riongeee · 3 months ago

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Hearr me outtt

Sebek (After malleus OB(that ended vry badly)) goes back in time, BUT not at the start of the year. He goes back in time as a child (4-8 y/o).

Like, he regains his memories thru a dream, he wakes up screaming and crying. His family js thinks that he had a nightmare or smth.

Now, he's trying to better himself. He's studying rlly hard (particularly abt overblots), and trys to be nicer to his father.

When he gets into NRC, he expects to get into diasomnia. Instead he's sorted somewhere else,

What dorm do u think he would end up in?? I was thinking ab this for a while,but i cant rlly decide..

Pls bestow upon me your divine wisdom, oh wise one 🙏🙏

Me + dorm swapping Sebek is basically my whole thing now (I am not complaining >:D)

So, assuming this, Sebek has gone through some absolutely traumatising stuff before being stuffed into his child body. Perhaps the reason he went back in time is actually because either he or Malleus die. (Malleus because maybe it caused a huge burst of magic...enough to send Sebek back)

So 6 year old Sebek wakes up absolutely in shambles, he watched his whole life play out and end.

Because of Sebek and his personality, I think he'd blame himself, maybe for not being strong or smart enough to protect Malleus. So he throws himself into studying, improving himself. His parents are worried about him but Sebek just drives himself into the ground studying and training in an endless loop.

Eventually, it gets to the point he is physically and mentally exhausted, maybe Sebeks dad thinks this is a result of the bullying he received for being half fae and just breaks down in front of Sebek. He thinks it's his fault his baby is hurting himself. This leads to Sebek seeing how hurt his family are by Sebeks self destructive behaviour and he breaks down in tears too. In his past life one of his main regrets was how he treated his father so he seeks to remedy it in this life.

He then decides to bring the whole family closer. Although his grandfather wasn't the nicest he still cared for Sebek and Sebek remembered that. When nobody else in his family understood Sebeks personality, Baul understood. So he doesn't want to die and leave his family on strained terms like in the last life.

Atleast if he dies again, they'll have eachother.

So through, some hard work , Sebek brings the family closer, he still has little to no friends, as unlike the last life he has still not been sent to Lillia for training(Sebek dreads seeing Diasomnia again).

When one day Baul asks if Sebek wants to train with a person Baul knows, he almost says yes before hesitating, he had never been as close to them as they were with eachother, so, if in this life he watched from afar..... maybe things would go better? (He ignores the way his hands tremble at the thought of seeing Malleus again, he nearly envisions the sound of tearing flesh before snapping back into reality).

So Sebek continues his efforts, he studies and trains like a man possessed.

When the day comes for his sorting ceremony Sebek doesn't look up until his name is called.

He doesn't look back (perhaps if he did he'd see Lillias anguished face, deapite not knowing the first year he feels as if he does)

So Sebek steps towards the mirror. Knowing.

"Savanaclaw!"

His eyes widen.

>:)

Okay so a few explanations of some of the details.

I'm rolling with the idea that Malleus died while overblotting and the sheer amount of magic reversed time.

Only Sebek fully remembered what happened (for now...) whilst others may feel deja vu or get flashbacks. Which is why Lillia feels something at seeing Sebek despite technically not meeting him. (For max angst potential everyone else slowly regain their memories and start to investigate why Sebek is so different)

Also Savanaclaw because it is the dorm of persistence and Sebek is persistent on improving and avoiding the outcome he saw. (Could also work with other dorms but I think Savanaclaw or Pomefiore are best for this).

Might expand on this but idk

#twisted wonderland au #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twst sebek #diasomnia #lillia vanrouge #malleus draconia #silver twst #twst first years

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wambsgansshoelaces · 9 months ago

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blurb 8!! slow but steady LMFAO

Hold Me

Roman Roy x Reader

prompt: “I JS LOVE SEEING HIM ALL NEEDY AND SOFT I JUST WANNA BE THERE FOR HIM SBHSGAGAGS”

Word Count: 732

Dinner with the Roys was always a spectacle. You and Roman have been married a while now, but he never dreads these gatherings any less, even with you by his side.

After everyone’s eaten, you and Kendall mill about, glasses of lemonade in hand. One of his kids had made a pitcher, and you were more than happy to taste.

“It’s better than the one they serve at Waystar,” you tell Iverson conspiratorially, his father laughing. “No, seriously! You have talent. Keep experimenting.” You give Iverson a small ruffle of the hair before he runs off, Kendall following with a soft smile on his face.

Someone’s hand goes to cup the small of your back, and you know it’s Roman before even looking up. Both from the way his cologne smells and just the shape of his palm. He presses a kiss to your brow, pulling you so that you’re standing close enough to him that your bodies are touching.

“Hi,” he murmurs into your skin. He litters more open mouthed kisses onto your brow, staring off into space.

“Hi,” you repeat back. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies, half dazed. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, Ro?” you ask, pulling back to get a good look at his face. The bags under his eyes are more pronounced, his features heavily lined with exhaustion. You drop your voice so that only he can hear what you say. “You wanna go home?”

He’s hesitant, but he gives a minute nod of his head, and that’s all you need. You quickly say your goodbyes, slipping Kendall’s kids chocolates from your purse and giving Shiv and Ken short hugs. Your fingers tangle with Roman’s as you step out into the chill of the night, a cab already waiting for the two of you.

He doesn’t say anything the entirety of the trip back, instead just keeping his cheek pressed to your shoulder. You let your head lean on his, staring out into the night from the windshield. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your thigh, the contact barely registering. You’re not quite sure where his head’s at- something’s weighing on his mind, and he can’t seem to make sense of it.

You want to help lift this burden off of him, whatever it was, but you weren’t going to press him into sharing anything. He’d come talk to you when he was ready.

Roman doesn’t say anything the rest of the night except for ‘I love you’. Something’s obviously upset him, and you want to do whatever it is you can to bring him out of this spiral.

You’re sat bed now, in your pajamas, scrolling through some work emails on your phone when he settles in next to you. He shifts so that his body is in between your legs, his head settling on your stomach, hand guiding yours to his head. Wordlessly, you play mindlessly with locks of his hair, the way you know he likes, and he finally relaxes.

His eyes flutter shut as your nails rake gently over his scalp, and he heaves a long, heavy sigh. You lean down, letting your lips ghost over his forehead.

He gives a quiet grunt of contentedness, his brow furrowing. “Go to sleep, Ro. You need some rest.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, instead kissing the spot right above your belly button before burying his head back into your stomach.

“I love you,” he rasps.

“I love you too.” You don’t stop stroking his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

The next morning, he’s still clinging to you. The bare beginnings of his stubble are scratching at your neck, his head now pressed into the divot your neck makes when it meets your jaw. When you come to, you realize your limbs are sprawled out on the bed, and you attempt to stretch out. Your joints pop a bit, and Roman shifts, trying to press even closer to you.

“Why aren’t you holding me?” he whines quietly.

You let out an airy laugh, your heart warming. Your arms loop around him, anchoring him to you. One of your hands goes to his head, to his delight. Your other hand runs soothingly up and down his back, and he lets out a breath of air.

You litter kisses into his hair, eliciting soft, happy, noises from him.

“You’re a fuckin’ angel,” he breathes. “My angel.”

#roman roy #roman roy x reader #blurb #blurb night #succession #succession hbo #wambsgansshoelaces #succession x reader #succession blurb

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huggybearhughes43 · 4 months ago

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omg i’m thinking the smuttiest of smut you could think of w john marino maybe like he tries to pull something before the sweep the deck gala when he sees her in her black dress and she tells him to wait, he’s handsy w her the whole night and when they finally leave js filthy smut !

Black dress

John Marino x Fem! Reader

Warning- smut, public (don’t do that), John being hard the literal whole fic, talking about getting reader pregnant, raw dawgin, creampie

Summary- in the request

Word count- 1.2k

John had been gawking at my short black dress ever since he saw it when I was getting ready. He was never the type to tell me to change, unfortunately this got to him this very night. He was forced to tough out the very hurtful boner in his slacks. He held my hand tightly as we walked into the gala, making it obvious he was having a some sort of problem. The fans were already lined up at the door when we walked in, John smiled and rushed us in.

I look at my boyfriend confused, “I thought you liked talking to fans, John?” He pinches his mouth shut before looking to see if anyone was looking. When he doesn’t see anyone, he reaches for my hand and places it on the prominent bulge. I laugh softly and pull my hand away, “I’ll fix it later, we have to get through this for the fundraiser.” I remind him and pull him to talk to some of the other players from the devils. Through the conversation, I couldn’t help but noticed the small glances John gave me and the wrapping of his arms around my hips.

I also couldn’t help but notice his gazes down my cleavage and him moving to stand behind me so I could feel the budge pressed against my ass. I fed a fair well to the hockey players and tell them I was going to go find a seat before the fans were let in. I drag John off with me by his wrist, pushing him into vacant booth seats before sitting next to him. “I’ll help you after this, Johnny.” I look at him with furrowed brows. I jump slightly at the chatter as the fans walk it. “Baby, it hurts.” He whines into my ear.

He pulls me to sit on his lap and I shake my head but don’t say anything. “No one wouldn’t notice if I unbuttoned my pants and slipped into you right now.” He whispers into my ear and grasps my hips to grind down onto him. I elbow him, “behave or I won’t help you at all.” He whines and drops his hands from my hips. A mother and her young son walk over to us to chat with Johnny. The mother explains that John was her son’s favorite player since he was in the oilers. She laughs about how her sons followed him from team to team. The boy, about seven, gives a bashful wave, which is returned by Johnny. He talks to the boy for a moment, thanking him for being an awesome fan before they head away to talk to other people on the team that the little boy had grown to love.

I adjust myself to look at my boyfriend and I smile, “You’re so cute with kids.” A light smirk falls onto his face. “Yeah, well, I could give you one so I’ll look cute with kids everyday.” I scoff and roll my eyes. A moment later an idea pops in my head. I look back at John, “if you behave I might let you.” His eyes widen, “are you serious?” I asks. We’d never gone as far as trying for kids, or at least doing what you do to have them. But nevertheless I nod, “yeah, promise.” John smiles and nods, resting his chin on my shoulder.

The night goes on, John talking to every fan that came over, still not letting me stand up. He held me down on his hips the whole night to cover the boner that never made amends to go away. When the party started quieting down I turned back to my boyfriend. “Can we go get some fresh air?” John nods, patting the sigh of my thigh to tell me to stand up. I stand up, adjusting my dress while I wait for him. He loops his hand around my waist and leads me to a secluded balcony. I sigh and lean against the railing that overlooks a walkway and a road.

John wraps his arms around me, hugging me from behind. “Feel better?” He whispers and I nod, “yeah, it was just getting a little too stuffy in there.” He takes a deep breath, breathing in the scent of my neck. I adjust myself silently, not realizing that I was pressing myself into John’s bulge. He groans softly and grasps my hips, “y/n” I realize what I did and I pull away, “shit, I’m sorry.” I pinch my lips closed. He shakes his head, “I’ll be okay, just hurts is all.” I look around the streets from the balcony then back at John, “do you think anyone will see us up here?”

He furrows his brows, “what’re you saying?” I sigh and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, “I don’t want you to be hurting.” I frown, causing a smile to crack on his face. “I don’t think they will but if you’re not comfortable-“ “shut up before I change my mind.” I say blankly before turning around to press my ass against him once again. “I am so fucking lucky to have you.” He whispers, pulling my dress up to rest over my hips. I hear him unzipping his slacks just before I feel him pull my panties aside. “Are you sure, you can still say no.” He repeats in a soft yet needy voice. I laugh and nod, “I’m sure.”

With that, he presses into me slowly. He makes sure to give me time to adjust to his size. I gasp and hold onto the balcony railing tightly. He bottoms out and sits there for a moment, breathing heavily. “You can move.” I gasp out. Johnnys grasp on my hips tighten as he pulls out and pistons back in. One of his hands leaves my hips to softly wrap around my neck. I have to bite my bottom lip to hold back the moans threatening to slip out. “I wanna hear your moans, baby.” John demands when he notices me holding back.

I release my bottom lip from my teeth’s grasp, my moans slipping out in unison with his thrusts. I look down from the balcony, making sure nobody was around, because god knows they’d be hearing the needy moans slipping from my throat. Johnny reaches around my body to press his thumb against my clit. I cry out, my orgasm nearing fast. “M’gonna cum…” I manage to slip out. His movements don’t falter as I cream around his cock. I pinch my eyes shut and moan out his name repeatedly.

“Where do you want my cum, baby?” I whispers into my ear. I take in a deep breath, “in me, please.” Without another single word he thrusts harshly into me, his hot ropes of seed filling me up. He sits there for a moment before pulling out slowly, careful to not hurt me. He makes sure to fix my panties and pull my dress down before fixing his own pants. I turn around to face him, huffing out a breath followed by a smile. “Better?” I ask with the smile still plastered on my face. “Way better, thank you.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips.

“Come on, let’s go back to the gala.”

#smut #nhl #hockey smut #new jersey devils #john marino smut #john marino #utah hockey club

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ohbabydollie · 6 months ago

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Dollie, you highness!

Imagine dad Schlatt taking you and the kids to a theme park, pretending he's the toughest guy and going on all the scary rides with the kids, just to end up regretting it while the kids show off how much braver than him they are

yours truly, anon.

you don’t need to call me your highness, i’m js a regular ol’ person that writes anon <3

schlatt had been wanting to take the kids to a theme park for a while, practically planning the day out the morning they had reached the height requirement. so here you were, a few weeks later at a theme park

they immediately wanted to go on the most extreme rides, the ones with loops and drops going all across the park and schlatt immediately agreed on taking them.

they waited in line, practically bursting with excitement alongside schlatt who seemed as equally excited, until he got on.

his screams were heard throughout the park, him yelling in fear, holding onto the kids while they were busy yelling in joy.

once they got off they practically begged to get on another while schlatt had to take a second to stand over the trash can, close to puking out his guts, still dizzy from the loop and drop.

but hey, at least the kids are having fun

#schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff

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haveyouusedthispokemon · 20 days ago

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genuine question, where are you getting the gifs of the diamond/pearl sprites? usually when i see people reference sprites from gen 4 they use the updated ones from platinum, it’s kinda neat seeing the original ones

I get the sprites and official art from Bulbapedia! Their archive has been a huuuge help. ^^

They use JavaScript to animate the sprites, though, so I’ve been converting them to gif’s since tumblr doesn’t really take js or apng’s.

This is also why the ones I post don’t loop while theirs do; I made them non-looping to match what happens in d/p! (and the rest of gen 4 really)

#not a poll #the elder beato #ive been getting the 3d model images from serebii #I hope this is comprehensive it’s about 3 am here

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fatuismooches · 11 months ago

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omg i’m super sick rn to the point i had to be sent home but like it just reminded me of fragile reader sm 😭 like fragile reader was def sick before it was really bad. like isolated flus and colds that dottore was always able to fix up medicine for. it must have been so jarring the first time he’s never been able to find a solution for it.

also i js realized that akademiya segment would not realize that reader is sick until he gets shown that they are. like he probably only carries memories of healthy reader so when prime shows him reader so they can be taken care of he looks like this:

🧍

- 💌 anon

AHH 💌 ANON I HOPE YOU'RE FEELING BETTER BY NOW :(( *hugs* make sure to rest a lot and take it easy okay? But yes Dottore definitely (begrudgingly) took care of you during the Akademiya whenever you fell sick (under the premise he wanted you to hurry up so you could help him with his work again, but in reality he genuinely wanted you to get better, he's grumpy and always contradicting himself like that.)

No one likes being sick, especially not you as you hated the feeling, but at least you had your Zandik to concoct his own little medicine and remedies that somehow worked far better than the other stuff. Perks of having a genius boyfriend you guess. The cuteness is also a mega bonus. He's still his grouchy irritable self when you're sick but like... in a good way? For example, if you try to get up to do chores or whatnot, he'll force you to go back to bed (verbally and physically are both possibilities.) On those days when you're too sick to get out of bed and do basic tasks, he'll help clean you, feed you, change your clothes, etc... you feel bad because he's doing all this work while mumbling how he told you to be more careful, but deep down he doesn't like to see you so defeated so he doesn't mind. Although this is his first time taking care of someone (he doesn't even take care of himself sometimes) it may seem a bit lackluster in the beginning but he grows into it. (He's still not cooking though.)

But YEAH when the numerous medicines he whipped up did not work he was thrown in for a LOOP. Like all of a sudden, the routine he's held for so long is broken? He's lost, he's confused, he's annoyed and he's frustrated (at himself, not at you) for being unable to make you better again.

ALSO OUCH... well it really depends on when actually he cloned the Akademiya segment. I always hc he cloned him after you fell ill, like i guess the age when Pierro recruited him in the desert, but mhm... cloning him before gives me angsty ideas. Akademiya Zandik segment thinking everything is normal, and that the one person he cares about is alright but... then he sees your sleeping body and well it takes a few moments for it to click and for him to realize those memories are nothing more than in the distant past...

#smooches talks #💌 anon #dottore love notes <3 #fragile reader <3 #i want him to take care of me... we all deserve that tbh #ALSO THE EMOJI IS TAKING ME OUT GOODBYEEE

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paingoes · 4 months ago

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destroyer :3c

(Masterlist)

no content warnings apply this time! just an eye strain warning.

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ndhakdvsnnd: do you know sunspot

katkittykat: omgz yessss!!!! thats my bffl :333

ndhakdvsnnd: have you two been talking this whole time then

katkittykat: ummmm hehehhehe

katkittykat: can u give me a sec plz

ndhakdvsnnd: okay

[ndhakdvsnnd has been added to Secret Rebel Chat :3]

katkittykat: hai :3

sunspot: Hey!! Is now a good time?

ndhakdvsnnd: yeah okay is this an ambush

katkittykat: yes!!

sunspot: No its not an ambush

sunspot: Kitten why did you say yes youre going to scare him

katkittykat: imma ambush predator >:3c !

sunspot: Well you know Daddy loves that about you ;^)

ndhakdvsnnd: oh my god are you two fucking for real

sunspot: No sorry that was a bad joke.

katkittykat: its not an ambush!!! we r gonna tell u the truth like we said we would & u dont have to do anythin abt it rn just hear us out

sunspot: Are you ready for some sick knowledge to get dropped on you?

ndhakdvsnnd: okay

sunspot: Alright awesome i have been waiting for a chance to loop you in we have been talking about it for a while

sunspot: OKay so the big secret is that Me and Kitty are part of this rebel group that is working to overthrow the empire

sunspot: And we want your help :)

ndhakdvsnnd: wow a rebel group that wants to overthrow empire?

ndhakdvsnnd: thanks that really narrows it down

sunspot: Haha good point! Let me put it another way

sunspot: We’re the one that’s serious

katkittykat: ooooo burn

ndhakdvsnnd: galatea?

katkittykat: bingo !

sunspot: Yes exactly!

katkittykat: u heard of us huh? :3

ndhakdvsnnd: yeah i admit that is cooler than the 5000 other rebel groups who have been trying to contact me

katkittykat: awwwe u a fan?

ndhakdvsnnd: i have mixed feelings but what do you want

katkittykat: ok tbh ill cut to the chase we want exclusivity

katkittykat: would u mind sending the intel directly to us instead of posting it on threads

sunspot: We know it’s a big ask but we have confirmation that Empire is keeping up with it now and we’ve watched them readjust their plans after they get leaked

katkittykat: plusssss its put u at lower risk of being caught out

katkittykat: hello?

ndhakdvsnnd: you understand why id be reluctant to do that right

katkittykat: yes :c

ndhakdvsnnd: im not really comfortable betting everything on you and theres a lot of information in here that concerns people outside of galatea so i wouldnt want them to lose access

sunspot: Galatea has many channels. We can distribute warnings to civilian populations a lot quicker than they could stumble onto it themselves. Anonymous forum posts were never your best bet at real dissemination.

ndhakdvsnnd: thats true. but i would have to really trust you to follow through and i dont have any way of knowing you are who you say you are

sunspot: Hop on call.

ndhakdvsnnd: absolutely not

katkittykat: just hop on!! u dont have to talk or turn ur camera on but we will show u where we are rn

ndhakdvsnnd: fine give me a second

[sunspot started a video call in Secret Rebel Chat :3]

[sunspot ended a video call in Secret Rebel Chat :3]

ndhakdvsnnd: okay

sunspot: Let us know if you need any other verification but hopefully thats proof enough for right now

ndhakdvsnnd: no i believe you. still i dont know if i really want to be caught picking a side or playing favorites like this. my position right now is really precarious i dont want to endanger it by committing to anything official

sunspot: This is all under the table, if that helps.

ndhakdvsnnd: what do you mean

katkittykat: its not an official commitment bcuz u r not an official source !!! u r all cagey abt ur identity n shit but we know ur good for it so we js pass it along anon

ndhakdvsnnd: and that wouldn’t change if i give you exclusivity?

katkittykat: nope!!! we can keep the whole thang locked up seriously itll jst be the 3 of us in on it :3

sunspot: Tell him the other part

katkittykat: ummm i changed my mind actually i dont wanna do that

sunspot: It’s important.

katkittykat: ok we also were gonna try and offer u whistleblower immunity

katkittykat: but forget it i know u wont accept it

ndhakdvsnnd: im not a whistleblower

katkittykat: see what did i say

ndhakdvsnnd: can you fuck off

sunspot: Sorry! But we cant pretend we dont know whats going on with you and frankly it makes us really scared for your safety

katkittykat: ya like i went along w ur hacker bs and i even believed it for a min but i need u to know

katkittykat: i do this like ten hours a day everyday and ive never gotten anywhere near the amount of dirt that u have pulled up recently

katkittykat: its not an indictment against ur skill or anything its simply loike. this is my job. and ik u arent at my level. so u have to have been given clearance from within

katkittykat: ur inner circle arent u?

ndhakdvsnnd: this is an ambush

sunspot: Ok Kitty lay off him

ndhakdvsnnd: i am not “inner circle” and i need you to stop looking into me right now. i wont tell you anything at all if you keep trying this.

sunspot: We’re sorry. We were only asking because we wanted to try and help you if you are in a bad place.

ndhakdvsnnd: fuck off

sunspot: Okay!

katkittykat: so are we still exclusive

katkittykat: hello?

katkittykat: ugh noooo did i tank the deal

sunspot: Nice going.

ndhakdvsnnd: im still here

katkittykat: omg hi!!!! im sorry i didnt mean to upset u can we talk abt it

ndhakdvsnnd: okay

sunspot: Do you really think we’re going to rat you out? We just told you how much we need you. Theres no reason for us to endanger your position we are trying to make sure you DONT get hurt

ndhakdvsnnd: okay. i mean i guess i just confirmed it for you.

katkittykat: we already knew lowk

ndhakdvsnnd: great

sunspot: Do you wanna talk about immunity then?

ndhakdvsnnd: i dont know what that means

katkittykat: hes askin if you want us to pick you up

ndhakdvsnnd: that isnt possible

sunspot: Are you sure? I’m confident we could work something out.

ndhakdvsnnd: no. you have no idea what youre getting yourself into

sunspot: Alright. Kinda figured you’d say something like that. We had to try.

ndhakdvsnnd: thank you. i know you mean well but please dont waste any more time on me. just tell me what you need.

sunspot: I don’t feel right just taking from you constantly and not giving anything back.

ndhakdvsnnd: you wouldnt feel that way if you knew me. like i said its the least i could do.

sunspot: Okay. Well let us know if you ever change your mind.

ndhakdvsnnd: its not about me changing my mind im telling you its a logistical impossibility

katkittykat: y

ndhakdvsnnd: i cant get into it

katkittykat: :(

sunspot: We respect your silence on the matter then. Right Kitty????

katkittykat: haha yea whatever

katkittykat: we love u bby let us know if we can do anything

katkittykat: <3

#whump #whump community #whump scenario #living weapon whumpee #whump prompt #delta #kitty #sherbet colored post

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lustfulslxt · 1 year ago

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ok, here's an idea. so tk that one song that blew up on tiktok like a year ago (escapism by RAYE) anyways, what about a reader who js broke up w her bf and is doing the things in the song (in the back of the taxi sniffing coke) and for the lyrics that are like "24 hrs since my ex did dead it, I got a new man on me it's abt to get sweaty" but like Chris is the new man on her?? idk if it makes sence, and u don't have to if u don't want, js think it'd be cool!!

Escapism - Chris Sturniolo

warnings : mentions of alcohol, drug use, smut

a/n : i did change it up a bit, so i hope you don’t mind!!

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“I found someone else.”

His voice keeps replaying over and over in my head, on a twisted loop, tearing my heart to shreds. It was so sudden and unexpected. To say I was prepared would be a lie. I should’ve seen the signs, but I was just so blind to it all.

I knew he loved me, but I guess I also knew deep down inside that he wasn’t ready. He kept telling me everything I wanted to hear. It was music to my ears to hear that someone cared for me so much, but a voice within kept whispering that he wasn’t ready to fill those big shoes. I need a man that is ready to fully commit to a future with me- no hesitation, no doubt. Even though I knew he was good to me in every way possible, he just couldn’t give me everything I needed and wanted. I knew it. I just didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to keep living a fairytale in hopes that one day he would be sure about what we had. I figured the longer I waited for him to change, eventually he would become who I needed him to be. I didn’t want to have to start over.

It hurts. I’m sitting here overthinking, a million and one questions running through my head. Unable to sleep, creating different scenarios, while making a mental list of regrets, but I can’t keep blaming myself for someone else’s inability to provide the type of love I deserve. Tonight is just like any other night, difficult as hell, but I’ll do what I’ve always done. I’ll get over it, I’ll get through it. I’ll be fine.

I’m going to push this all out of my mind. I don’t want to just sit and dwell on what could’ve been or the wasted time, I want to feel free and have fun. So, I’m going to go out and do me. I don’t need a man that isn’t fully in it, and until I find one that is, I’m going to do as I please.

Just last night, I was torn up, completely devastated. Now, I’m heading out the door to go get drunk. My uber is parked right outside, waiting for me. Confirming it’s actually my ride, I slip in the back.

“Good evening.” The woman speaks from the front.

“Hello.” I breathe, eager to feel something other than the terrible aching in my chest.

“Having fun tonight I see.” She grins, looking at my destination on her maps.

“Yes ma’am. Need to get out and get my mind off things.” I admit, shrugging to myself.

“So long as you’re safe.”

I only smile and nod at her in the rear view mirror, turning my head to watch the scenery go by. Doing my best to not let my mind wander to the night before, I close my eyes and hum along to the radio. Already consumed by the music, I grin to myself, letting the lyrics take over and dictate my night.

It doesn’t take long before we pull up to the bar, I’m tipping the driver and making my way out as she wishes me fun. From the outside, it doesn’t look to be too busy, which I’m thankful for. I can hear the chatter and the mellow music outside the front entrance, welcoming me inside.

I walk inside, the atmosphere already calming my slight nerves. I can tell I’m going to enjoy myself. I head up to the bar, taking an empty seat at the island, and wait for the bartender to finish up with a few customers at the end. It only takes a couple of minutes before he’s heading over to me with a smile on his face.

“Hey, what can I get for you tonight?” He asks, laying the towel in his hand on the counter.

“I don’t care what, but something strong, please.” I reply, sliding him my card. “Actually, could you start me a tab?”

He nods, “Sure thing.”

He walks away for a moment, punching into his little register. He slips my card back to me and starts making my drink. I watch as he basically fills it to the brim of some kind of dark liquor. He steps back over, sliding me the small glass with a slight smirk. I take it and down the entirety of it, cringing at the burning sensation.

“Keep them coming, please.” I speak, lifting my head and letting the alcohol do its thing.

Shots on shots, I’m now very intoxicated. I’ve never done anything like this, getting fucked up at a bar by myself, but I have to say, it’s not bad. Anything to rid myself of my sorrows. The liquor is coursing through my veins, making my body hot. I can hear the music booming in my ears, though it’s not even that loud. I don’t feel the aching in my chest anymore, and my thoughts aren’t consumed with regrets and self doubt. I feel good.

It’s been two hours since I got to the bar, I’ve had countless of shots and I know I can’t take anymore. I’m going to have a terrible hangover when I get up in the morning. I slide the empty cup in front of me, grabbing my bag and waving the bartender down.

“You can go ahead and close my tab out. I am fucked.” I slurred, shaking my head with a faint smile.

“You got it. Do you need me to order you an uber?” He questions, his brows furrowed with concern.

“Thank you for the offer, but mine’s already waiting outside.” I smile, waving my phone in my hand.

“Alright, take care.”

I give him a salute, drunken giggles pouring out of my mouth. Turning on my heel, I make my way to the front door. Upon exiting the building, the cool wind blows through my hair, and I’m inhaling a breath of fresh air. My eyes scan the street in front of me, in search of my uber driver. A few cars down, I see the car waiting. Attempting to be quick, I stupidly speed walk, causing myself to trip a few times. Luckily, I still hold my ground and don’t completely eat shit. I reach the back door, swiftly pulling it open and sliding in.

“Uh, what’s up?” A male voice speaks, startling me.

Startling me, because he’s also sitting in the backseat. I furrow my eyebrows at him and look around, noticing the car is filled with smoke and the aroma of weed. Then I return my gaze to him, taking in his appearance as he’s cladded in black. He’s got a black t-shirt underneath a black zip up hoodie, black sweats, black air forces, and a black hat sitting backwards on his head.

“I didn’t realize I booked a share ride.” I stammer, confusion plastered over my face.

“You didn’t.” He chuckled, “This isn’t your uber.”

“Swear down? It definitely is, I wouldn’t get in a random car.” I point out, slightly stumbling over my words.

He continues laughing, and that’s when I noticed the blunt in his hand, the cherry red and smoking.

“I’m 100% sure that it’s not, ma. Here, look.” He says, showing me his phone.

It’s displayed on the screen, the type of car and his uber driver, which is definitely this one. I shake my head in confusion, pulling my phone out to show him. Only once I unlock my phone, I notice that I hadn’t fully ordered the ride. My face heats up, and I would be utterly humiliated if I weren’t drunk right now.

“Guess I had one too many.” I mumble, a smile evidently taking over my lips. “Sorry.”

“No worries. We can share.” He shrugs, indicating it’s no big deal.

I raise my eyebrows in question, but he only leans forward to the driver, asking, “Would you mind dropping her off wherever she needs to go? I’ll pay for it.”

“You don’t need to pay-“ He cuts me off with a wave of his hand, continuing his conversation with the driver.

Seconds later, he sits back with a triumphant smile on his face. He sends me a thumbs up, bringing the blunt to his lips and inhaling it, the cherry burning brighter. After puffing on it a couple of times, he extends it out to me, offering me a hit. I don’t know what came over me, but I gladly accept it, bringing it to my lips and sucking it in.

“What’s your name?” He asks, observing me intently.

“Y/N.” I answer, blowing the smoke out and passing him the blunt. “You?”

He takes it with a small smirk, replying, “Chris.”

I nod, leaning forward to give the driver my address, which he types into his maps. I look back at Chris to see he’s already looking at me with a cheeky grin, which causes me to giggle.

“What?” I ask, a large smile adorning my face.

He shakes his head, “Nothing. Just wondering why you’re as fucked up as you are when you’re by yourself.”

“I am not fucked up.” I state, defensively.

“You got into my uber, thinking it was yours, but you never even booked one.” He points out, chuckling at my predicament.

“Fair.” I laugh, ultimately shrugging, “I got dumped, and I decided to get my mind off of it. What better way to do that than getting shit faced?”

“Fair.” He repeats me, laughing. “You don’t have any friends to go out with?”

I shake my head, my lip softly curling up, “Not really.”

“I won’t pry.” He tosses his hands up in defense, before taking another drag from his blunt.

“Do you think he’d be cool to stop at a gas station or something?” I whisper to Chris, suddenly wanting to drink again.

“Yeah, surely.” He agrees with furrowed eyebrows.

He leans up and begins conversing with the driver. I can’t help but let my mind wander again. I’m drunk, in the back of a car with a stranger, and somehow my thoughts still run back to my ex boyfriend. What is actually wrong with me?

“Yo, you good?” Chris’ voice snaps me from my thoughts.

“Hm? Oh yeah, could use another bottle or something.” I shrug in response.

“We’re about to stop at 7/11. I can get you one if you need.” He says.

I immediately shake my head, “No, no. You already offered to pay for my ride, that’s more than enough.”

“It’s no problem.” He casually replies, reaching his blunt back out in my direction.

A smile reaches my lips once again as I take it from him, puffing on it and letting the smoke fill my lungs. I can’t help but notice the way he intently watches me, his bottom lip snug between his teeth. He’s actually very attractive.

We continue talking and joking around, passing time before we pull up to the store. I step out, prancing towards the door, Chris joining me. I spin around, looking at him with a cheeky smile, almost tripping in the process. Chris reaches out and catches my arm, laughter pouring out of both of our mouths.

“Take it easy, mama.” He chuckles, tossing an arm around my shoulder.

I playfully push him away, both of us staggering apart from each other, breathless from our heavy laughter. We get to the door and he leans over me, pulling it open for me, him following in suit. I’m instantly heading to the coolers while Chris heads to the snack aisle. As I’m browsing through the alcohol, I see Chris’ reflection in the glass doors, his arms full of a bunch of junk food.

I turn around with a huge smile, “That’s a lot of snacks.”

He smiled back, shuffling on his feet, “Yeah. I was actually going to ask you if you would maybe want to come to my hotel and hangout?”

It doesn’t even take me a second before I’m nodding, “Sounds like fun.”

“Great. What are we drinking?” He asks, directing our attention back to the coolers.

I open the door, grabbing a random mini six pack of beer. I hold it up to him and he shrugs, neither of us caring. I head to another cooler, looking for something to drink aside from the alcohol. I decide on just a two liter of pepsi. We make our way to the register, piling our things on the counter.

“ID, please.” The man behind the counter says, his voice monotone and bored.

I can’t help the giggles emitting from my mouth, pulling my card out and showing him. He scans all of our things and I swipe my debit card, much to Chris’ dismay. Retrieving our bags, we’re out the door and in the uber again.

“Change of plans, just the hotel.” Chris tells the driver. “Sorry for all the confusion.”

“No worries.” He responds, pulling out of the parking lot.

It takes us around ten minutes to get Chris’ hotel, and in that time, we’ve already grown closer in our intoxicated states. We’ve both gotten extremely touchy, but not even in a sexual way, though I wouldn’t mind. Chris puts our bags of snacks and drinks in his backpack, then we get out of the car. Chris tips the driver, before he places his hand on my back, walking me into the hotel.

We head to the elevator and I’m already pulling a beer out of his bag. I pop the cap off and place it in my pocket, taking a swig as we wait for the elevator to get to the main floor. Chris looks at me and chuckles, grabbing the bottle from my hand and drinking it himself. The doors open and we enter it, him taking another drink as he presses the button to level five, the brown liquor pouring into his mouth so smoothly.

“You’re so hot.” I drunkenly say, bursting into laughter at my slip.

“Yeah, but look at you.” He smirks, nodding at me as he looks me up and down. “You look like you taste good.”

My jaw goes slack, the atmosphere growing more tense. Quickly recovering, I shrug, “Only one way to find out.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He flashes his pearly white teeth at me, his hand finding its way to my back again, pulling me into him.

His face is swiftly leaning in, his lips meeting mine in seconds. The kiss is soft but hungry, like we’ve been yearning for each other all night. Maybe we have. His hand on my back pulls me even closer, our bodies pressing together, his hand holding the beer bottle out as to not spill in on me. His tongue swipes in between my lips, asking for entrance as one of my hands rests on his chest, the other going around his neck. Just as he shoves his tongue in my mouth, the elevator dings and the doors open, revealing an elderly couple. We quickly pull away and they look at us with wide eyes, Chris and I just chuckling as we exit, making room for them. We look back at them, then back at each other, laughing once more.

As soon as Chris unlocks the door, he’s pulling me in and pinning me to the wall, kicking the door shut with his foot. His lips meet mine in a feverish kiss, his tongue immediately slipping into my mouth. I can’t help but moan at the feeling, enjoying the way he seems so desperate for me. He leans to the side and places the bottle on the table, slipping his bag off his shoulders as well. His hands meet my hips, pulling me into him, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. He quickly shakes off his jacket, his lips never leaving mine.

He then swiftly lifts me up, hooking my legs around his waist, walking me to the bed. He sets me down, pulling his shirt over his head as I do the same, leaving me topless. He grins at the sight of my bare breasts, his hands immediately groping them, eliciting low moans from me. We both kick off our shoes before he lays me back, hovering above me.

“You’re so pretty, mama.” He breathlessly whispers against my lips.

I let out soft whimpers as his lips trail down my neck, leaving hot kisses the lower he went. He hands massage my waist, squeezing ever so slightly. My hands move back and forth from his hair to his bare chest, feeling all over him and keeping him flush against me. His skin is so hot against mine and I can’t get enough of it.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asks, pausing to look me in the eyes.

I frantically nod, no doubt or hesitation whatsoever. His hands tug on my pants, swiftly pulling them down and tossing them aside. He kisses up from my feet to my thighs, leaving warm lines of saliva in his wake. I can feel my legs shaking a little bit, anticipating what’s to come. His nose brushes against the fabric of my panties, and I can feel his hot breath against my core, making me whimper.

“Please.” I whine, my fingers latching onto his hair.

“What do you need, mama?” He asks, flattening his tongue against the wet patch on my center.

I can’t help but moan and buck my hips, desperate for more, “Please, I need you. I don’t care, just you.”

Just like that, my underwear is lying beside my pants and Chris has my legs over his shoulders. He blows cool hair onto my dripping pussy, the feeling causing shivers to travel up my spine. Without another word, his tongue is plunging into my folds, eliciting a loud moan from me. His mouth moves vigorously against me, licking and sucking every inch.

“Fuck, I knew you would taste good.” He hums into me, “I could devour you all day everyday, never get tired of it.”

All I can muster are lewd moans, my body jerking as he suddenly thrusts two fingers into my entrance. His tongue laps my clit, flicking side to side over it, his fingers stroking me and curling so perfectly inside. My legs visibly tremble, clamping around his head as I feel myself being brought to the edge. With another few pumps of his fingers, and the rapid shake of his head side to side, his tongue pressed firmly against my clit the entire time, my back arches off the bed as I let go, reaching my climax with a loud cry emitting from my mouth.

“So pretty, mama. Such a good girl, letting me taste you.” He praises, licking up every drop.

He lifts himself up, coming back above me. He places his fingers at my mouth, tapping lightly on my lips, so I take them in my mouth, sucking my essence from him. He moans at the sight, immediately replacing his fingers with his tongue, the taste of me remaining behind as we kissed.

“Take your pants off.” I say, breathless from the feverish kissing.

“Are you sure?” He questions, to which I nod, and he pulls them off, along with his boxers.

The sight of his dick has my mouth watering; it’s long, girthy, and rock hard. His tip is bright red, throbbing in need as it drips precum. I wrap my hand around it, pumping up and down a few times, before pushing him onto his back and straddling him. His eyes widen at the sudden change, but nonetheless, his hands meet my thighs and he begins stroking them back and forth. His erection is now pressed between my legs, poking into my heat. I slowly grind down on it, lubricating him with my juices, pulling low moans from both of us.

“Fuck.” He groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “Just wanna be inside of you, mama.”

Granting his wish, I lift up, positioning him at my entrance. As I begin sliding down, his hands interlock with mine, squeezing them as I take his whole length. My jaw goes slack, taking in the feeling of him inside me. I feel him shudder beneath me, thrusting up a bit, snapping me back into it. Our hands rest beside his shoulders, still intertwined, and I slowly begin bouncing. Leaning down, I bring my lips to his, capturing them in a heated kiss. The speed of my motion increases, his hips now thrusting upwards to meet mine, hitting just the right spots.

“You feel so good around my cock. So tight, so warm and wet.” Chris moans, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

The room is hot, our bodies sweaty and sticking together. The smell of sex fills the air, the sounds of our moans and heavy breathing, along with the wetness at our centers, echoing off the walls. The bed rocks back and forth, though not too loud. His dick continued digging into me, my walls wrapping around him so snugly, my arousal being the perfect lubrication.

His upward thrusts pick up, his hands now on my hips, holding me in place as he drills into me. My face falls into his shoulder, my teeth biting at the skin, preventing myself from screaming at the overwhelming sensation. His hands find my ass, gripping and spreading my cheeks, helping me rock into him so perfectly. It takes but only a second for me to tumble over the edge, loud moans falling from my mouth as I clench around him. I feel the hot wetness pouring out of me, soaking his dick and balls. My nails dig into his chest, attempting to help release the built up pressure inside of me.

“Damn, mama.” He groans, guttural moans escaping his throat. “Look so good when you cum, baby.”

I bring my lips back to his, kissing him with everything in me as his thrusts grow sloppy, indicating he’s close to finishing. I tighten around him once more, giving him that extra push, and his hips sputter, abdomen flexing as he lets go, shooting his load into me. I continue riding him for a minute, helping him through his orgasm, before slowly pulling off and whining at the loss of being filled up by him. I collapse down next to him, my head lying on his shoulder, his head on mine. We both struggle to catch our breath, our bodies slick with sweat, both of us heaving from exhaustion.

“I’m glad your boyfriend dumped you.” His voice croaks out, slightly hoarse.

I can’t help the chuckle that leaves my lips as I pat his chest, “You and me both. He could never fuck me as good as you just did.”

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a/n : okay, sorry, i actually hate this :((( i feel i drifted from the request but i didn’t know how to bring it back without rewriting it and i just didn’t have it in me. so sorry, i hope you still enjoy it! <3

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