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tan1shere · 1 year ago

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Baby I could slow down

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and I had no idea what to do until I was talking with a friend and she helped a bit, so enjoy !!

Summary: Ellie had been your tattoo artist for a bit, you hadn't gotten many tattoos in the past and if you did it wasn't anything huge. But you decided you wanted to get a tramp stamp, til things get heated.

Warnings: smut, mdni. Mirror sex, glove fixation ??? Bit filthy 😇 soft dom Ellie DUH this is me, I'm a soft dom Ellie fanatic. And sub, but kinda confident reader-? Ok that's all 😁

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It was becoming an addiction. One tattoo was leading to 3, 6. So on and so on. You had a few tattoos already, but you decided today was the day you got a tramp stamp, you had been wanting one for some time. Only now were you going through with it. You have been going to the same artist since your first tattoo ever. She was your favorite not only was she good at her job but she was hot. And I mean hot. Everyone who knew of her thought the same thing. But she never would look at them like you. You were thankfully a tad blinded by it. Ofcourse you felt slight tension whenever you'd go, but you'd never think much of it. Until today.

You were wearing a white shirt that was tight to your skin, thin. Alongside some black jeans. It was later in the evening and you were her last for the day, which was usually the case, you would always go in the afternoon. You step through the doors, everything was quiet and it was just Ellie there. "Knock knock." You say, soon after seeing her come into the room. "Hey you." She grins slightly. You set your things down going over to the long flat table. "So a tramp stamp huh?" You nod. "Been wanting one for awhile actually." She grabs her black gloves. And you don't know what comes over you but the way she snaps it onto her hands makes you weak in the knees. You swallow, beginning to lay on your stomach on the black leather. "Haven't been in for awhile." She states, grabbing her supplies. You look infront of you, realizing the mirror was right there.

None of the tats youd get involved laying on your stomach. Ellie comes over, taking a moment looking at your curves, the way your lower back dipped as you prompted yourself on your forearms. Her gloved hands come to your sides slowly running along them, lifting your shirt in the process. Only a tiny bit before she goes to your jeans pulling them down just a smidge as you had high rise on, to get to your lower back. "This is going to look so good on you." She compliments. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. You had been just getting yourself sorted that you hadn't noticed there was quiet music going on in the background. Ellie places the stencil on your skin, making sure it was placed good. Once that was all sorted.

She begins to start the pen up, you hear the vibrations. Getting ready for the slight pinchy sting. But in all honesty, it wasn't that painful usually. Her lingering touches on your sides felt nice, in a way almost teasing. "The butterfly suits you." You bit your lip slightly. And this woman looks up for a second, into the mirror. Noticing the action. You didn't dare look back. Everything was quiet in the room, the air filled with something flirty. It was starting to drive you insane.

Eventually there was some small talk, she'd ask about life recently and you did the same. Catching up from the last time you had come in. Her hands softly touch your skin, bringing the needle into your skin. It stung a tiny bit but by now you were use to it. "Comfortable?" She asks. You nod slightly. "Yeah it's easing up the more I come." You look up and in the mirror to see her smiling, yet still focusing on the tattoo. "Glad you come back to me so often." You bit your lip a little. "Yeah course, you're the best at what you do." Her smile turns into a slight grin. "Oh yeah?" That made your heart skip a beat, the way her voice was right now. You wanted to squirm but you knew you had to stay still. Which made Ellie want to tease you even more, knowing you could do nothing. The thought rolled around her brain driving her a little crazy. Her fingers lightly brush your side as she gets a different angle.

Things were quiet, you could feel the slight tension tho. The hand that was on your side now Moves to rest on the curve of your ass. Your eyes go wide at how casually she does the action. It was hot regardless. "Don't mind my hand love, just trying to find the right position." You swallow. "No thats- fine." She lets out a slight chuckle at how rushed that came out. "Just gotta get myself comfortable y'know?" You bit your lip, harder this time. You had to stay calm you couldn't make any movements. But it's as if she was testing you. You peer at her through the mirror infront of you, until you realized the needle had stopped for a second. She was looking right back at you. Your eyes locked for a good minute, when you let out a breath. "Nervous?" She blurts out. You're silent. You're afraid if you open your mouth you might moan. That just makes you shake your head out of that thought. You needed to be the one to focus because Jesus Christ.

"No, just-" But you had no idea how to cover that breath up. Fuck fuck fuck. Was this embarrassing or what. "Going too fast?" That confused you slightly, almost making you choke on your own spit. "With the tattoo darling." Oh. Your eyes blink a few time. "Uhm, yeah just a little.." Great save. She noticed how silent you were all of a sudden. "Baby, I could slow down if that's what you need me to do?" Your eyes meet in the mirror again. "Since this is bigger than you're use to." There was a slight smirk evident on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing. Wording things in such a way. "Uhm, it's ok just new to this, yeah- bigger than what I'm uhm. Use to." She just chuckles again, looking back down at the tattoo. But her focus was more on the way your back was arched. Her brain let it travel to all these thoughts. What it'd be like to see her fucking you from behind, especially with this tattoo. But that wasn't professional, was it Ellie? You let your eyes go away from the mirror, looking down at your hands.

Fuck it. She thought. She was almost done with it anyways. "Well. Whoever gets to be the one seeing this from behind is lucky. Very lucky." - "All done." She then says, to which you move sitting up. "Too bad no one gets to." You say. Ellie was sly, making sure you weren't involved with anyone by that statement. "Huh.. Shame." Your eyes meet yet again, but not before you turn your ass slightly to get a better look at it. You smile wide. "Oh my God I love it!" You beam. "Good good." She goes to clean up, about to take her gloves off when you stop her. "Wait- keep them on." She was a little shocked at the sudden request but did so anyway. You felt bold all of a sudden. "Maybe there's one person who could enjoy looking at it.. From behind." Her smirk grew. "Oh yeah? Who might that be?" You slowly stride closer. "Maybe the one who did it." She looks up at you from her seat, lust peeking through her green eyes.

Was she really going to go through with this. I mean this is her place, she could do what she liked. And it's not like she didn't know you at all. She was still looking at you. So were you, but your eyes traveled to her hands, her own tattoo. Good lord. She soon noticed making her smirk a bit with pride. She liked the way she affected you. She subtly moves her fingers around, she had it resting on her thigh. But since you were watching why not have a little fun. Her arm shortly flexes, making her slight veins stick out. You could feel your breathing getting heavier, you needed it. Needed her. Your eyes meet hers again, when suddenly she's reaching out. Grabbing the back of your thighs and swiftly pulling you onto her lap. Your breath got caught in your throat as you weren't expecting it. Her lips were immediately on yours. This kiss was well needed and hungry.

"Ever since you first came in here I've been wanting to do that." You bit your lip again, looking down at hers. "I think you should totally do it again." And she did instantly. Keeping her hands gently on your waist. "Get back on the table." She says slightly out of breath. "Only if you keep those gloves on." You smirk a lil, making her smirk too. "Yes ma'am." You try not to giggle like a pathetic little looser as she says that, getting back on the table. Her hand came in contact with your jeans before you do, yanking them down. You turn your head to look at her. She examines your body fully. "This will be fun." You smile more getting on the cushion table again. "Everytime I come for a tattoo I always wish we could do something.." You admit.

It boosts her ego crazily. She wastes no time taking your underwear off, gently pulling your legs so you're closer to her. "Mmmm." She let's out lowly. Your head lifts, looking at her in the mirror. "Want you to keep looking into it, want you to watch your face as I fuck you." You felt yourself clench around nothing, getting incredibly desperate for this now. You watch as she undoes her pants, getting out what you've been craving. "Matches the gloves, huh." Her voice made you wetter, and the thought made you close your eyes. She moves over your body grabbing a fistful of your hair, making you reopen your eyes. "What'd I say." Her voice was soft, laced with demand. "You bit your lip even harder. "To look in the mirror as you fuck me." She hums. "Good." You could feel the tip waiting to be slipped in. She does, shortly. Painfully slow if you might add. But once it was all in, you arch your back. Begging for more of it. "Haven't even moved yet babe." But you didn't care at all. You needed this. Now.

"Please." You breath, and it makes Ellie go crazy. She begins to move and not slowly either. In fact it was faster than you had anticipated. She was just as eager as you tho, the way your back arched, the way the tattoo looked. Your curves. She was loving this all too much. You look at her through the mirror, her eyes were looking at your body until then she met yours in the mirror. "Hear how wet you are? You had been wanting this huh?" You finally let out a moan, trying not to be too loud. "God you're so fine, glad you wanted this tat you look so hot with it. Especially in this position." It was her turn to bite her lip, watching as you moved on the strap too. It was intoxicating how this was all making you feel. "I'm so close." You blab, which made her speed up. Your eyes roll back, Ellie swears she could just cum at the sight of you in the mirror. The strap moving in a way that it gets her clit nice, making her groan and speed up again. "You look so good, shit."

Moans, grunts. Whines, were all that could be heard as you both come closer to your release. "Ellie i-" you were cut off by yet another moan. "I know, feel you clenching, mph. You're getting tighter." Your eyes never leave the mirror, and now so do hers. The latex of the gloves come in contact with your hips, sending you into overdrive as this gives her a better chance at slamming into you. You let out a cry of her name as you finally cum around her, Ellie looses it at the sight, the speed hitting her clit still making her cum along with you. All to be heard was heavy breaths. "It's free." She breathes out huskily.

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kaxserlvr · 4 months ago

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Part 1

It had been three days since it happened. Three days since your sleepover with Rin .

The moment played on an endless loop in your mind—the way his fingers brushed against your cheek, the quiet intensity in his eyes, the breath you shared before he pulled away at the last second, as if waking from a dream. You hadn’t been the same since. Every time you saw him, your heart stuttered in your chest, your skin prickling with heat.

It was embarrassing, really. You were sure Rin had already forgotten about it, moving on as if nothing had happened. But you? You could barely meet his gaze without feeling like you might combust.

And Rin had noticed.

At first, he thought he was imagining it—the way you would fumble your words, the way youd turn away too quickly whenever he so much as looked in your direction. But when he caught you dropping your phone because your hands were shaking too much, he knew for sure. You were acting weird.

Did you regret what almost happened? Were you disgusted? The thought gnawed at him, enough that he decided he’d talk to you. Apologise, if necessary. Maybe even—God, he hated himself for even considering it—tell you how he really felt.

But then he saw you guys.

From across the school field, he spotted you and Sae, standing too close, heads tilted toward each other in conversation. Rin’s heart lodged itself in his throat when he saw your lips move—right next to Sae’s ear. It looked… intimate. And then, Saes hand briefly settling on your shoulder.

Rin’s entire body went cold.

Of course, you would choose Sae. He had known—always known—that you liked his brother. It was why he kept his distance. It was why he never let himself hope.

But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.

You had no idea that Rin had been there, that he had seen the worst possible angle of something so innocent. You had been telling Sae about Rin. About how you felt. About how you didn’t know what to do after what almost happened between you two.

“I like him,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I think I always have.”

Sae chuckled, shaking his head. “You two are idiots.”

Before you could ask what he meant, you heard footsteps—heavy, hurried. Then a voice, sharp and laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Did you have fun?”

You turned around, startled to see Rin standing a few feet away, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes—God, you had never seen them like this before.

“Rin?” You took a step toward him, but he took one back.

“Don’t.” His voice was strained. “I should’ve known. Should’ve realized that you—” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

You stared at him, confused, until you saw it. The misunderstanding, the raw emotion bleeding through his usually cold face.

“Wait. You think—” your eyes widened. “No, Rin, it’s not—”

“Save it,” he cut me off, turning away. “I’m done.”

Panic surged through you . No. You couldn’t let him walk away again. Not when you had just gathered the courage to be honest about your feelings.

So you did the only thing you could. You ran after him, grabbed his wrist, and forced him to look at you.

“I was talking about you,” you said breathlessly.

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“I was telling Sae that I like you, Rin.” Your grip tightened. “That I’ve always liked you. That I didn’t know what to do after that night because I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

Silence. A thick, suffocating pause where the weight of both your foolishness settled between you guys.

Then, Rin exhaled sharply, his hand coming up to cup your face.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

You let out a soft laugh. “So are you.”

And this time, when he leaned in, he didn’t stop.

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barbies1shots · 9 months ago

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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 WEEK2: REINER BRUAN !<3

kinks! HEATS/CARSEX - A/B/O AU !

its so late into the night that only those with poor sleep schedules and those with early starts into their morning would be up. but he just had poor little you practically bouncing on his dick. Reiner Braun is a truck driver, someone who drives large shipments of cargo all over the country. highway to highway, large pay to large pay, cute girls pressed into his thighs at each stop.

it gets tiring, of course, driving state to state, but what makes it better than a pretty little passenger princess? someone who is down to ride all the time, someone who wants you all the time? someone who couldn't even fathom a thought other than to be smothered with his scent?

Reiner couldnt even think properly as he drove. his nose twitching with each and every little sound that escaped your plump lips. his mind practically dizzy with each breath as he took in your intoxicating scent. the scent of your heat, it was that time of the year again. when omega's yearn for their mate and only their mate. he wanted to pull over right now yet he couldnt so he made you wait. he had no obligations so you took the initiative to stretch and prep yourself so all he had to do was slid right in.

your sick, wet, sounds made his mouth water. your whines made his hands sweat with slight nervousness as he turned into a rest spot and turned off the semi-truck.

"Please, Reiner, please please, I need you!"

he clumbered into the cabin, his shoulders knocking things over while he leaned over the part where you laid, a whole other compartment. the compartment is just a thick mattress coupled with plenty of blankets, plushes, and pillows. your whining caught his attention again once your hands raised to pull him down, your head tucked into his neck. he comforted you with a coo and your frantic actions by sliding a rough hand down your bare back, drawing shudders and shivers from you. his fingers probbed at your cunt, quickly burying them inside you. you whined into his neck, begging him to hurry and fill you yet he just hushed you, telling you to be quiet and let him take control.

his fingers began their work, sliding so deep, curling them straight into your g-spot before bringing them out... just to hear the squelch before doing it all again.

dragging his fingers out before pressing so deep, deeper than your fingers could ever reach. playing with your g-spot just had you crying into his neck. circling his fingers around your little nub had a drawn out whine escaping your lips. heats made omegas so submissive and compliant, so sensitive and whiny that just within a few strokes of his thick fingers had you gushing around him.

he sucked his teeth in a small form of apperiation before he set a smack into your slobbering cunt. the action bringing a squeal from you. you looked confused before he set a series of little slaps and rubs along your slit, bringing you closer and closer to yet another high.

when he was done, your thighs trembled with little overstimulation and he undid his jeans before sliding them down and under a heavy pair of jewels. he tapped his tip on your cunt, getting little jumps from you and impaitent whines. you were laying on your side and he raised one thigh to rest on his shoulders while your other thigh was trapped between his legs.

he was so well endowed that he was almost scary, his head so blunt with an addicting dark red color and a musky scent just had your head spinning and going dumb. he tapped your clit again before he began to push his hips in. his tip getting caught on your hole, exciting squeaks from your lips before he successfully breached your hole.

"Lets see how well you take me..."

he drawled as he slid home. going slow, because if he went fast youd go dumb too quick. your hands scrambled for purchase, grabbing onto anything to stable yourself. your hands found his button up shirt, tugging and pulling on it as you choked on your breath. you swore it felt like he touched your throat with each little rut to gives you.

he continued, your eyes rolling back before his tip pressed into your gummy cervix is where you cried out, your hands now pushing him away because it hurt too good.

Reiner sighed because it was like this each and every time you fucked. he entered you, you freaked out and wanted to get away and he dragged your back, pinned you down and fucked you to tears.

now, he smacked your hands away before pinning both wrists above your head and entered the rest of the way with a low grunt. his own eyes rolling back. a squeak got his attention and he looked down at your fucked out expression. your eyes dazed in a simple headspace while your lips opened and drool pooled out. a moment or two passed before you were up and begging him to fuck you with vigar. he tugged on your wagging tail, pulling a sensitive sob from your bitten lips, and with an amused huff he pulled on it again.

his mean hips coming back before he rutted them back into you. your whimpers and cries practically falling on deaf ears as he chased his own release. it took so long, his stamina so high that you came just 2 more times before he spilled his load into you.

breeding you and riding out your climax with a grind of his hips. he groaned as you clenched around him, he threw back his head and dragged your hips toward him so you guys stayed connected and he sat back on his haunches. your thighs shaking on either side of him.

a moment of rest passes before he reeled his hips back again and fucked his cum back into you. your back arched with a wail from the overstimulating sensations. he fucked you so good and so hard, by the next round you couldnt speak. too warm and fuzzy with the aftershocks of the pleasure. just too dumb.

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eternalera · 6 months ago

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i hate when people go "why cant people just be friends :((( why cant we have strong platonic bonds anymore?" to ships

and do you wanna know the reason? like do you really wanna know the reason. okay well here we go ig-

(click read more for an actual analysis of why this doesnt happen)

no one writes strong platonic bonds well anymore.

at least they cant do so without it seeming romantic because of one thing.

shipping and romance.

without a doubt it has taken over our society as a whole and this is for quiet a few reasons, we literally have a holiday about romance, one of the many things moments people experience in high school is taking out their crush to a dance (of course many people take friends and make just as fun if not longer lasting memories), influencers share their lives on the daily, most fans are teens going through puberty so yknow what that means, and hollywood.

the main reason being of course hollywood.

with all of these reasons combined hollywood sees this and basically goes "oh look at all of these opportunities for romance and most importantly drama!!" and then they take it, make a romantic bond, get you attached and then proceed to put you through hell with it getting you addicted to it. but why a romantic bond? why not platonic? because its simple, when tv and stuff started pushing out they wanted to get people heavily attached and they didnt think or care about platonic bonds because why have platonic bonds when you can instantly take it to the much "juicier" step? aka romantic bonds?

now im gonna lump in all of our previous reasons together. its no big surprise that our lives TYPICALLY (most likely not for people on the ace spectrum) are heavily centered around romance and sex and so in order to relate to the MAJORITY (from what large companies can tell) of people they tend to make that platonic bond romantic to get people swooning over it and thinking 'oh thats what i want in a partner'

so we tend to perceive these actions as romantic when in reality... theyre typically not, not unless youre kissing or actively having sex these actions arent all that romantic. even holding hands isnt really that romantic. ive had several friends who desire no romantic relationship with each other hold hands and jokingly press their faces close together as if they were being 'romantic' with each other. ive in fact shared a bed with my friend a few times and found that yeah... theyre just my friend. these actions are not romantic. so why do we think that they are?

hollywood, from our past memories and "experiences" (experiences in quotations because lets be honest... its just movie watching) we see these actions as romantic because theyve been dont with romantic undertones. for example let me put the absolute stupidest thing thats been romanticized.

giving someone your jacket or umbrella when its raining. especially when its friend.

yes. hollywood was romanticized basic human decency towards someone that you care about. im 90% sure that anyone reasing this would gladly give their jacket to their friend if it was raining and they didnt want them to catch a cold, or if they had an extra layer to just simply give them. OR if they had an umbrella they would share.

because thats what you do for someone that you care for

but in hollywood this was romanticized by the enemies to lovers trope or the rivals to lovers or... whatever you want to call it- it was romanticized and soon enough they began doing it with everything. friends to lovers. (i dont know which trope made it romantic first so dont quote me on this the main point is that they made it romantic when the gesture itself is NOT)

point being, like it or not romance is something that was heavily implemented into your mind as a child and will always be there. and its why we cant perceive friends as 'just friends' anymore or whatever youd like to call it. the implication of past experiences with media will always be there and guess what? suck it up. its always going to be there and theres nothing you can do about it.

so yeah. thats why people cant perceive things as just friends and why strong platonic bonds quite literally cant really be written well anymore. unless of course they shove it down your throat with the constant 'oh youre my best friend!' but even then- oops it was romanticized by hollywood...

so thats my take on the whole situation. personally i think you should just let people ship whatever they want as long as its legal lol

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hornyfor-redacted-onmain · 6 months ago

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SKZ Headcanons

AKA a random Most to Least likely list with random SFW and NSFW scenarios I thought of. AKA a quick writing exercise to get me back in the groove.

Disclaimer: these are all heacanons based on my opinions. Its fine if you have a different opinion, in fact id be interested to hear if you guys agree or disagree with my choices and why.

SFW

Ask Random Questions:

Felix, Jisung, Hyunjin - The three most likely to ask you if youd still love them if they were a worm. They love debating random scenarios. "Would you prefer to fight 100 tiny spiders or 1 massive spider?" Will think about their answer as if its a real life situation.

Changbin, Chan - Dont just randomly ask questions out of the blue, but when it gets dark and its quiet, they might be the kind to ask deep thoughts. "Do you think there's life after death?" Also more likely to humor you if you ask them a random silly question.

Seugmin, Minho, Jeongin - Most likely to just google whatever questions they might have. They'll have deep thoughts here or there, but you'll only ever hear them after they've come to their own conclusions. Will not indulge you with silly questions.

Get shy when you compliment them:

Chan - Full on hides his face, gets all red, smiling like the cutie he is. Cannot take a compliment to save his life.

Jisung, Jeongin, Seungmin - Wont get overly shy, but they will enjoy it greatly. Will try to play it cool, but deep down, you know they're blushing, kicking their feet and giggling.

Minho*, Hyunjin, Felix - More likely to just own it. Will get smiley, say thank you, maybe a little smirk if they're feeling confident. Its rare for them to get shy about compliments

(*Minhos chances of getting shy with a compliment jumps to 90% if stated in front of a group of people)

Play with your hair:

Hyunjin, Felix - Avid hair lovers. They love running their fingers through it, braiding and brushing if its long enough, and if you ever get the chance to shower with them, they'll 100% offer to wash your hair.

Jeongin, Jisung, Minho, Changbin, Chan, Suengmin - Not actively searching for opportunities to play with your hair, but will occasionally run their fingers through it if your lay your head on their lap, lean against them, or if they're just in the mood

Use Pet Names:

Jisung, Hyunjin, Chan - No explanation needed. All of them actively use pet names and terms of endearment with members/STAY already

Minhi, Felix - Will use the occasional pet name jokingly, or if you use pet names with them, but they might not stick to it all the time.

Changbin, Seungmin, Jeongin - Likely to use a term of endearment, but it usually sticks to one, and only when around close friends.

Hold your hand under the table:

Felix, Hyunjin, Jisung - hopless romantics. Will 100% give up the ability to eat if it means getting to hold your hand.

Minho - Will hold your hand, but demands you feed him. Wont let go when you try to pull away.

Chan, Changbin, Seungmin, Jeongin- not opposed to the idea of holding your hand, but the practicality of eating wins out in the end. Will still hold your hand after eating if you ask.

NSFW

Sexting:

Chan, Felix - its not a question of if, but when.

Seungmin, Jeongin, Jisung - surprisingly open to it, but probably wont innitiate it themselves (unless they're really desperate).

Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin - More likely to want to have you physically with them. If they're far away, they prefer video chat over texting.

'Accidentally' turn you on:

Jeongin, Chan - Little shits who know the power they hold. 'Oh, just wiping some sweat off my forehead with the bottom of my shirt. Oh, im sorry, did that turn you on?' Will give you a knowing look that has you dragging them to the nearest empty room.

Minho, Felix, Hyunjin - Little shits 2.0, but they're even more subtle to the point you cant actually tell they're doing it on purpose. But wont hesitate to take you the moment you're alone, and yup, they were doing it on purpose.

Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin - genuinely dont understand the power they hold. Will be baffled when you get mad at them for teasing you, because they had no idea they were. Will still help you out anyways (who are they to turn down an opportunity)

Fuck in the shower:

Changbin - Fuck safety, this man can keep you both upright. Favorite place to have sex, loves the manhandling and the convenience. If you step in the shower with him, you're getting dicked down 100%

Chan, Felix, Jisung, Minho, Huunjin - Love the idea of it, but reality is its harder than you think. You're not getting any freaky tricky moves. Maybe a blowjob, some fondling, but they're more likely to pull you out and get you on a bed if you really beg for it.

Seungmin, Jeongin - you're more likely to get some action on the bathroom floor than in the shower with these two. They prefer to keep things in the bedroom.

Use toys:

Jisung, Felix, Hyunjin- not only do they have toys, but they're just as likely to use them on themselves as to use them on you. Almost every session will involve a toy of some sort.

Minho, Chan, Seungmin- Firm believer that toys are simply an extension of the person. Wont hesitate to use them in the bedroom, but are more likely to try and get you off themselves first.

Jeongin, Changbin - not opposed to using toys, but chances are they dont have them and probably havent considered using them during sex.

Roleplay:

Chan - has already done roleplay with his fans on bubble. Someone get this man a girlfriend, istg.

Hyunjin - My mans an artist. A performer. A man who gives 100%. If he hasnt tried role-playing during sex at least once, ill eat my socks.

Jisung, Felix - willing to give it a try. I think their enjoyment of it will depend on the scenario they're trying out.

Changbin, Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin - not opposed to it, but will probably forget the scenario they're in while having sex, so it wont last long.

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lazarusrisingx · 4 months ago

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okay yeah im going on about army zayne more hehe

tw: brat tamer!zayne, slightly tipsy zayne, semi public sex? bathroom sex, spanking, mean! zayne, army!zayne, bit of exhibitionism?, sub!reader, brat!reader, lots of you teasing zayne

zayne is a brat tamer and NO ONE is allowed to disagree /lh

also this was written on my phone at work so dont judge if its fast or short LOL

Zayne is used to being listened to now. he climbed his ranks, struggled and grasped for the top, his drill sergeant is impressed with the scrawny man. soon enough zayne is helping to lead PT, and hes more ruthless than the drill sergeant. he expects the best out of everyone in his platoon. he expects the best out of everyone and if you fail him you will be dealt with.

zayne is early for formation, early for drills, his aim with a rifle and handgun is off the charts good, hes quiet and hardly complains.

zayne becomes used to people doing as he says without question. he was the leader when he was out on deployment. unquestionable in his authority.

and boy oh boy does he forget how much of a damn BRAT you are.

zayne is so used to his orders being unquestioned. you notice it pretty quickly.

“have some breakfast. you know better than to not eat”

“no. you need to go to bed now, come with me now.”

“y/n, we need to go home, say goodbye to everyone.”

and he was always met with resistance. you liked pushing his buttons

“im not hungry zayne no.”

“im not tired! a few more hours of gaming!”

“home? no zayne, you can go home im going to stay.”

but its all fun and games until you really start becoming a problem.

everything he asks you to do you teasingly deny.

“no, we need to leave at 0800 hours, we will be late. you look wonderful,now please.”

you were hardly done getting ready, only your makeup was complete, you were in a bra and shorts, zayne avoided looking at you when he cracked open the door.

“five more minutes.” you say sweetly, pushing the door shut. it was not in fact five more minutes. and now you and zayne were arriving to dinner late.

zayne is slightly frustrated. he has to stop himself from using -that- voice with you. the one void of any comfort or softness. it was the voice he used to command his men.

the whole night your a brat. in that skimpy dress you lean over the table, filling your glass with more and more wine, everytime zayne quietly tried to take your glass you take it back.

“c’mon zayne dont be such a party pooper!”

he was trying to stop you from getting to drunk. youd had two glasses of wine and you were starting to relax. of course that made you act out more. your hand would trail up his leg absently. when you leaned over your cleavage spilled out so nicely. he tried to stop his own stares, he could see the people around them watching.

this was a dinner with some of his old army friends. and it honestly shocks them by how docile zayne seems to be.

“zayne? did you take my glass give it back!”

“y/n pace yourself please.”

please? that was a word none of zaynes buddies had heard zayne utter in his entire time with the army. he never asked for something. and here he was quietly asking you.

and you see how his buddies react to zayne. you think youve got that man wrapped around your finger. your hand is soon splayed on his chest, stroking his muscle as you stared up at him.

“just one more glass zayne i promise. c’mon dont be mean to me zayne pleassse.”

and watching zayne cave in, silently putting the glass back in front of you. everyone is staring in awe of you. and zayne catches the way you wink at some of his mates. you were doing this on purpose.

you start getting bolder, outwardly teasing zayne and telling his friends stories about him before the army.

and zayne ends up drinking a little. its just a glass of wine, just enough to tip the scales of his heart.

“-and yeah, he listens to everything i tell him to do you know? if you guys just-“

theres a hand on the back of your neck, cold but firm as zayne stands up.

“i think it is time for us to leave.” he says.

his friends groan, they wanted to hear more stories, it was making them laugh so much.

“aw but zay-“

“now.” is all he had to say. his voice was a bit louder than usual. the single word left no room for you to refuse, your protest dieing in your throat.

you frown at him as you stand. his friends do the same going in to hug you or shake a hand. zayne simply pulls you behind him, giving a small nod to his friends.

your filled with anxiety at how cold zayne looks. his eyes sweeping across his mates just to settle on you.

“i need to use the restroom first zayne.” you lie. in reality you dont want to leave. its a bit entertaining watching zayne squirm

he gives a nod, dragging you with him to the bathroom. but he doesnt leave you in the room alone. as soon as your out of sight he pushes you into the room, his hand fiddling with the light as he cages you against the door.

“you like doing that dont you?” he says, his head dips down and he starts kissing your bare shoulders, hands on either side of your head

“w-what do you mean?”

he only grumbles, nipping at your collarbone and leaving a small mark.

“youre quite a brat when you want to be.” zayne says.

he pulls away from you, swiping his glasses off his face and then pulling you into a kiss. hes a bit rougher than usual, his lips pressed firmly to yours as his hand leaves the wall and grabs a hold of your neck. when he pulls away his finger traces your lips gently.

“i-i dont know what you mean” you say innocently.

the ghost of a smile comes across his face, he pulls away and makes you turn around, hands and cheek pressed against the wall as he manhandles you.

“you were teasing me all night. making fun of me… you like doing that?” he slurred a bit.

his hands ran over your ass, butterflies bursting into your stomach. you suck in a breath as his hands ghost against your ass. you hear him curse, which isnt something he does often.

“im not making fun of you.” you protest. your eyes slide shut as you savor how his hands rub your ass. they leave for a second, and before you can protest, he spanks you.

it isnt gentle either. a rough smack on your ass makes you try to stand up. but zayne just grabs the back of your head, a fist filled with your hair as he forces your face against the wall.

“lieing. your lieing i saw how you looked.” he murmured softly.

his hand came down again, your knees buckling slightly and the prettiest sound leaves your mouth.

it makes his dick twitch. not just the sight of his hand print peaking out on your skin, but the way you whine when he smacks your ass.

“zayne-ah! im sorry.” he mumbled.

it was a bit humiliating, being bent over and your face pushed to the wall as zaune spanks and rubs your ass. his voice becoming more cold as he continued to speak.

“sorry? i thought you werent doing anything… so youre lieing to me?” he says

he leans into you, chest just inches from your back as he whispers quietly into your ear.

“you know youve been quite a bad girl tonight snowflake.” he says. his voice rumbles theough your back, and he punctuates himself with a harsh spank, enough to make your eyes water and a yelp to leave you.

“im sorry..” you mumble softly.

he hums, spanking you again. another cry leaves you, louder this time. you dont want his friends to hear you, but as zayne increases the force behind his spanks, it becomes harder.

“say it properly now. i cant hear you.” zayne responds.

your gasping for air, your ass is vibrating and red and stings. you suck in a breath, trying to keep your voice low.

“im sor-“

smack

“louder.”

“i-im sorr”

smack. this one was rougher

“i said louder snowflake, make sure everyone hears your apology to me.”

“i-im sorry zayne!”

he spanks you again and again, each time making you apologize loudly. there was no way your voice wasnt heard by his buddies in the other room. they all glance at eachother eyes wide. at first they had thought he really softened, that this was the only person who could defy zayne and get away with it.

“your wet.” zayne mumbles, his fingers trail over your panties, coming back damp.

“no im not!” you say.

spank!

“what did we say about lieing snowflake?”

you whine and lean your face against the wall. you cant even begin to explain the mixture of embarassment and arousal pooling in your belly.

“‘m sorry zayne.”

its not long before zayne buries himself inside of you, hes usually so sweet and gentle when he makes love to you, but tonight his thrusts are rough and animalistic. your moans and whines barely muffled and he made sure of it. he doesnt let you cum, just using your pussy to get himself off. he has more than enough time when the two of you get home to make you cum. and he intends to have you crying from overstimulation.

“such a-ah mngh- such a sweet bad girl.” he groans, thrusting into you and making you bump into the wall, his hand still wrapped around your hair.

“z-zayne please im gonna-“

spank!

“thats a reward for good girls. dont you dare. youve been nothing but-but mngh- haa your so tight- mm youve been nothing but a brat tonight you dont deserve to cum yet.” zayne says. hes breathless, rutting into you with reckless abandon. his dick kisses your cervix everytime he thrusts into you, a hand secured your hips against him.

“no no ill be good i prom-“

smack!

“dont beg. fuck me- ugh i cant let those beasts hear how pretty you sound like this. stay quiet.” he orders

this new side of zayne is insanely hot. his hairs a mess, falling into his now dark hazel eyes, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his pants arent even off, he pulled them down just enough to slam into you.

his hand leaves your hair and grasps around your mouth, muffling your cries as he slams harder into you. his normally measured and calm voice was now ragged and breathy. he cant hear you now, but he can feel how close you are. he knows the words getting muffled by his hand is you begging to cum.

“fu-ngh im cumming now. take it properly and maybe ill make you cu-um later.” he mutters into the top of your head

your eyes roll back, your mascara and eyeliner have smudged, your lipstick and gloss have smeared off on the wall and on your face. his dick slams in one more time, breathless and grunting quietly into your ear.

“so good… your so good such a-a good girl.” zayne breathes.

you both are panting, but zayne regains his composure quite quickly, pulling out of you and watching for a moment as his cum trickles out of you. if you turned around youd probably be able to see hearts in his eyes.

hes gentle when he helps you stand. your panties are around your ankles, and he slowly kneels, making you lift a shaking leg up for him.

“maybe we can stay for a few more minutes.” zayne says. he pulls your panties from your ankles.

“zayne what-“

“ill keep these, hopefully you can keep my cum from sliding down those pretty thighs yes?” he asks

he puts the panties in his pocket, standing up and looking down at you, his eyes full of lust once more.

“zayne i cant talk to them without my panties on.” you whine quietly.

zayne raises an eyebrow, a smile poking his lips up.

“as long as you dont continue bratting, we shouldnt have a problem yes?” he asks.

he kisses your cheeks, and takes one of your hands guiding you out. its obviously written on your face that you just got the shit fucked out of you. your mascars is smudged, your eyeshadow a bit more faded, and the lipstick is gone from your face.

zayne keeps a hand on your back when the two of you settle at the table, your clenching your thighs together as you feel his cum sliding out of you. your face is bright red.

the men surrounding you are all exchanging looks. some of them glancing at zayne who is back to picking ag his food, taking carrots off the plate.

“you all… decided to stay?” someone asks.

“we did… y/n here was having fun werent you?” zayne asks.

you barely glance at him, face going bright pink. zayne is satisfied, glancing at his friends.

“what were we discussing before?”

#lads #lads sylus #lads zayne #lads xavier #love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace posting #love and deepspace smut

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feelfreetopleasemexo · 1 month ago

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Playing never have I ever with class 1A.

It all started because denki called katsukis bluff.

“Youd never admit to anything cringey if we played N.H.I.E. So what’s the point?”

Denki was veeery good at pushing katsukis buttons. He knew exactly what to say to rile him up enough to consider actually playing it with everyone.

“Thats because I’ve never DONE anything cringey, dumbass.”

“Yesterday you fell over onto your face because you were looking at your phone and didn’t see mineta infront of you.”

Mineta sighed, rubbing the side of his face that Katsuki had crushed under his weight.

“So what? That’s not cringe, thats just…tsk. Fine, whatever.”

Denki physically jumped and punched the air with excitement as he called everyone over to sit around the dorms coffee table.

“Okay okay, so, you drink if you HAVE done it okay denki…” Mina looked over and stared at him, making sure he was paying attention. He rolled his eyes and flipped her off, then poured himself another drink. “Each person gets to have a turn, but if you can’t think of one you can take a penalty and drink to pass to the next person okay? Everyone got? Let’s go! I’ll start….never have i ever kissed someone in class.”

Katsuki, denki and izuku all drank. Everyone roared with laughter and demanded an explanation.

“Who what when where and most importantly WHY?!” Mina screamed, leaning forward into katsukis face.

“It was a stupid dare last year. Denki forced it on us so he could catch a glimpse at y/ns bra. Tsk. Fucking idiot.”

“And I STILL don’t regret it. Pretty in pink..” denki looked off into the distance, smiling widely and closing his eyes, remembering in vivid detail how it hugged your tits and made his entire life seem worth living again. He shook his head and grabbed his drink, “my turn….never have i ever….can I say if I have done it yeah? Cool cool okay….had a danger wank.” He downed more than half of his drink, staring around to see who else would drink. Katsuki, sero, mineta and Shoto all drank. Every single person stared at Shoto in awe.

“It was an accident when i was younger. I regret it massively.” His face was as stoic as ever, as if admitting to this slightly embarrassing question was like reading a passage from a boring book. Everyone erupted into laughter as denki tried to pry more, seeing that Shoto wouldnt budge on an explanation, you continued to ask your question.

“Never have I ever….smoked weed.” You and denki locked eyes and smiled, he lifted his drink towards you and you both drank, along with Mina, sero, Katsuki and izuku. Katsukis eyes stared daggers into izukus embarrassed face, as he shyly lifted the glass to his lips and took the tiniest sip. Nearly choking on his drink as he felt katsukis eyes demanding an answer.

“It, er, it was denki and y/ns fault. They asked if I wanted to try some when I caught them last week, and then they did something called blow back….ITS. ITS NOT WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE! THEY BLEW IT IN MY FACE! IM INNOCENT!”

“Yeah to be fair, I did blow the tiniest bit towards him….hardly counts as blow back but…” You smiled at izuku, his flushed face glowing, tears almost welling in his eyes. Katsuki darted his eyes to you, growled slightly then rolled his eyes.

“Fine whatever. My turn i guess… er, never have I ever….wanted to fuck someone in this room.” Every single persons hands started shaking, gripping onto their glasses tightly. Denki held his glass high, puffing his chest out,

“Fine, I’ll be the only honest person in this room. Bottoms up virgins.” He finished his drink in one fell swoop, gulping down the rest of it and slamming his cup on the table, almost shattering it. You decided to bite the bullet and drink too, trying desperately to avoid everyone’s eyes staring deeply at you.

“Oh cmon, really? No one else? We’re all friends here…”

Shoto interrupted in a quiet monotone voice,

“That you want to fuck apparently.”

The class erupted in laughter at his quick response, completely unaware of how impeccable his comedic timing was. Denki flicked his eyes to you then winked, causing you to look down in an attempt to hide your flustered rosy cheeks.

“Your turn nerd.” Katsuki muttered, pushing izukus arm with enough force to push him over, nearly spilling his drink.

“Oh er, crap er, i dont know….never have i, er, ever….fallen inlove?” Everyone aww’d at his question, of course it was something as sweet and innocent as that. Katsuki clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes,

“You fall inlove anytime anyone looks in your directions dipshit. Pick something better, Yano ,less cringey.”

“Fine okay, never have I ever bullied someone because I secretly wanted to be them.” Izukus eyes turned to Katsuki, confidence oozing as he teased him. Everyone started laughing at izukus new found confidence, he rarely teased Katsuki, but when he did, it was hilariously accurate.

“Damn, who knew kats could get BURNED like that!” Mina shouted, clutching her sides as tears started to fall from her eyes.

“Im gonna fucking..”

Izuku interrupted,

“Not gonna drink? ….No one?” He darted his eyes from katsukis to the rest of the room, trying to play off that it was so painfully directed at katsuki. You picked up your glass and drank.

“Soft dom bullying is my love language okay?”

“Mummy.” Denki replied quietly, eyes shaking slightly as he looked like hed fallen inlove with you right there and then.

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gayandfairycore · 1 year ago

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But it’s better if you do

Summary: Being Jennifer checks human girl friend and being best friends with needy, instead of Jennifer finding needy when she freshly turns she finds you. You struggle to find the right time to confess your love for the demon girl, when People of devils kettle go missing you can’t bring yourself to care when the succubus’s lips are on yours.

Warnings: reader doesn’t really care about anyone but Jennifer, homoerotic gay friendships are my fav, Jennifer killing and eating boys normal succubus things, arson, a complicated relationship with Jennifer where she kisses reader w/o consent, stalking, breaking and entering, probably more but I’m not sure!

A/n: I love Jennifer check so much I’m only like 80% proud of this fic but man Jennifer is so hot & what else could I do aside from using a patd song!

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Melody lane, a shitty little jukebox club in the middle of devils kettle usually filled with drunk old men, crusty teenagers, and Jennifer’s flings.

But occasionally they had a half decent band playing. And okay alcohol when Jennifer actually managed to convince the bartender. the only way you’d ever hear any of them was when Jennifer managed to drag yourself and needy along with her to the club to watch as she seduced either a new fling, or an old one.

You never minded Jennifer dragging you to places, you liked the company, I fact youd jump when the girl invited you to one of hers and needys sleepovers, it was usually filled with sinful thoughts, movies you’d rented, and shroud gossip about your drab peers. To you Jennifer and needys were the most interesting people in devils kettle.

But there was something especially, special about Jennifer. from her sensual smile, to the way she’d bite her lip when you were near, the the taste of her lip gloss, and the nights her lips were on yours. You’d deal with the disappointment of going back to friends the next morning as long as you got to feel the girls cold hands on your body.

she was addictive. so addictive, you’d stay in a constant loop of the girls lips on yours as you shared a bed with each other, her touch delicate and light over the skin of your chest. It was the only time her words were ever gentle and not piercing alone with you was the only time she’d let her guard down.

But you loved her in public too, when she was mean and cold. you didn’t mind when she was mean to you, infact you liked her meanness, her spirit, her beauty, her love for fun, her piping hot gossip. You liked Jennifer not just for her banging body but for her soul.

The way her hands would rest on top of yours underneath the table in geography, the way her perfect nails would scratch against your back on your sleepovers.

You loved Jennifer, like you loved breathing.

the night melody lane burned down and the freaks from that band wanted a virgin and some how hypnotised Jennifer to join them in their creepy van needy had to hold you back from chasing after the girl, but from the sound of people’s bones breaking and the smell of their skin burning off when you three were briefly trapped in the club it left you in the wrong headspace. It left you unable to think straight.

the only thing repeating in your head over and over, “where’s jen? Why did I let her go with them? I should have done more.” Over and over again

But from the burning bodies, needys quiet sobs, and watching as your best friend get in a van with freaks all you wanted to do was go home, sit on your bed, and cry. Your ride home in Jennifer’s sea-bring left you itchy and uncomfortable. it felt wrong to sit in Jennifer’s car without her. But still you sat there with the aircon blasting because you couldn’t handle the heat You still felt the residual burn from the fire.

It felt wrong to be safe in a car with needy When Jennifer was probably suffering in the hands of emo guys from a shitty band out of state that decided to lay their seedy sights on devils kettle and take your best friend from you. It felt like one big cruel joke.

“Are you gonna be okay without me?” Needy asked resting her hands on the steering wheel pushing her glasses up against her face. Snapping you out of your thoughts

“Yeah yeah… I’ll be okay will you?” You asked your arms tightly wrapped around yourself the chill of the night air against your uncovered arms was welcomed.

The nerdy girl observed your face, not quite believing you’d be okay by the far off look in your eyes she wasn’t even sure she knew where you were. She was wrong. you knew exactly where you were but your head was out of it. Part of you still left with Jennifer in the van Still fighting needys grip still being held back in needys hold as you watched the girl you love be carted away with strange men.

“Yeah I’ve got chip.” Needy smiled awkwardly your voices quiet in the silence the small car light basking you two in warm orange. Watching eachother in awkward in silence, you were just grateful for your lives. And you’d talk about the effects of this eventually, but not tonight.

“Drive safe needy.” You smiled hand squeezing her shoulder tightly before unbuckling and getting out of the car. The walk to your door had been quick the buzzing silence and the illumination from the street lights left an eerie feeling to chill your bones. Or maybe it was the chill of the night air cooling your burning skin.

slotting your key into the hole and sliding the door open you’re met with your home drenched in darkness. The usual warmth and safety of your house felt unnerving.

The warm yellow lights from your ceiling and the sounds of the tv that sounded like childhood was gone only filled with aching silence. It was like even your home reflected your mood.

The only light was what came from your porch and needys headlights as she left down your street.

you wandered to the kitchen in the dead of night, the familiar creak of the floorboards and the buzz of your fridge calmed your racing thoughts, the only light source from the beeping green timer on the oven that stayed on no matter what you did. This was good.

This meant you were safe. You were home.

As you Pulled out a glass cup and filling it up with sink water, resting against the counter you downed your glass quickly the smooth liquid cooled the dryness in the back of your throat, the smoke from the fire coated your throat and making swallowing difficult.

You felt so sick, climbing the stairs to your bedroom and collapsing on your bed you flick your dated lamp on the warm light illuminating your room you finally let the tension from your body the sound of a creak made you crack your eyes open straining your ears to hear anything else after a few minutes of silence

it was probably nothing climbing under the plush comfy blankets of your bed you felt like a little kid again. safe under the blankets tucked in where nothing could touch you.

Despite your blanket force field you didn’t dare turn off the lights. You keep them on and let them light the room.

You were always terrified of the dark. The only darkness you liked was the back of your eyelids

So you shut your eyes tightly and tried to ignore the horrible stench of smoke littering your clothes and staining your sheets. It would be your mother’s problem in the morning.

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When you cracked your eyes open again you were met with the sight of your light turned off and your room shrouded in darkness, Odd.

The world outside your window was also silent no crickets, no cars, just nothing.

Sitting up on your bed your blanket clutched to your chest you strained your eyes to look through the darkness, to adjust to the dimly lit room as you blindly reached your hand for the lamp switch turning it on despite the click you’re only met with darkness.

So you tried again,

Click

Still darkness?

“Fuck sake” you muttered the age of the lamp clearly took its toll and of course it chose today of all days to die.

Pulling the cord to you you’re met with a jagged edge, not the plug pulled out from the Power Point under your bed. But a cord that’s been cut the edges fraying dangerously.

Panic swirls in your chest any semblance of tiredness in you disipates as you observe your room, straining your eyes demanding them to focus. Your heart racing you can’t help but imagine a horrid monster under your bed that’s going to grab your ankle the moment you hop down.

Letting out a quiet whimper at the thought you push yourself against the headboard you’re met with two options: brave getting off the bed, and making a run for the light switch Or…Jumping out the window from the second floor, and splat on the veranda. no.

You’ve got one option,

You’d have to brave the darkness.

Taking a shaky breath you push yourself from the safety of your bed you become alarmingly aware of every step, every sound, every creak. You can hear your breaths in the silent room but something in the back of your mind swears you heard the breathing of something that wasn’t you.

you wonder if you’re being pranked, “ok needy, chip. Not funny!” You call shakily into the darkness.

but when a hand grips your foot and tugs you hard to the floor, you slam painfully against the wood Groaning at the impact it only takes you a minute before your mind is clear again.

And you realise there’s some monster under the bed that tugged you to the floor. And their hands still holding your foot. you scream and tug your leg from their hold with force but still your eyes don’t adjust to the darkness and your scrambling to get back up but the monster doesn’t let you tugging you again to the floor. their hand grips your upper calf leaving a wet, sticky hand print.

What the fuck.

You feel their body crawl over you their cold hand trails your body with force but

Before you can scream again hand is covering your mouth tears well in your eyes at the feeling all the worst scenarios come to mind as you lay there frozen in fear, tears well in your eyes spilling down your cheeks.

“P-please” you whimper in its hold and the monster laughs. It laughs. Or what you think is a laugh it sounds like a horrible gurgle but it must be amused by the way the pressure holding you down lets up only slightly.

Just as quick as the laugh came it’s gone replaced with silence and a monster straddling your hips it feels human.

And in away that makes it worse. When the monsters hands trail your body from your hips to your chest where they settle over the little silver bff locket Jennifer gave you, it brings its wet slimy lips to your cheeks and its tongue slips from its mouth and you come to realise it’s licking your tears from your cheeks. It’s hold lightens immensely as it places a light kiss over your lips and you cry harder unable to see what this thing is, before its pulling back and it’s stopped straddling your waist instead it sits with its hands on the floor and its knees to it’s shoulders.

In the dim moonlight you catch a glimpse of black hair, and a sickly smile

“Are you afraid of me?” It asks with a voice like Jennifer’s and you swallow the bile in your throat

“Yes.” You hoarsely whimper, you’re left with a horrible realisation the lips that just kissed you feel the same as when Jennifer does. Before you can confront this thing masquerading as Jennifer it replies.

“good” just when you think you’re safe the creature skitters back to toward you, you finally see what this creature is, the light a passing car that shines into your window gives you enough time to see the creature and you’re right.

it’s Jennifer, just Jennifer she doesn’t look like some permanently deformed monster she still looks beautiful despite Her face covered in mascara streaks and an inky black substance that littered her pale skin and what looks to be blood on her shirt jennifer smiles and she crawls towards you her hands trailing your chest to her necklace. And she leans near you her lips hovering over the shell of your ear and she places a kiss And it doesn’t feel like it did when you and Jennifer sleepover, or the way she leans towards you to whisper something in your ear at school this is intimate.

But this leaves you questioning If she was Jen why did she go so far to tug you to the floor? Why Did she hold you down? Why did cut your lamp? You had so many questions and by the way the girl observed you it unnerved you, it made it abundantly clear you weren’t getting any answers tonight but still you couldn’t help yourself.

“Jennifer?”you say through tears finally sitting up “Jen…what happened?” You ask tearfully she’s crouching on the balls of her feet her her arms holding her ankles and it’s impulsive but you can’t stop yourself you reach out to touch her cold cheek with a shaky hand.

“Why were you under my bed? What are you covered in?”Your hands still hold the girls face before venturing to her shoulders and you pull her to stand up with you and to your surprise she does it. she watches you with a familiar glint in her eyes and you can see she wasn’t some bogey man. Just Jennifer. covered in what you assume is blood, and an odd black substance, but she was still Jennifer.

“What did they do to you?” You whisper before you can stop yourself, tell yourself that is was just shock. Like shock did this kind of thing to people. You couldn’t trick yourself with lies something happened.

It would do no good to question the girl about it just yet, so you Lead her to your kitchen you filled up a glass of water for the girl and watched as she downed the entire thing before going through your fridge, tugging through all of your food, finding nothing of value.

She turned back to you and she watched you hungrily like she wanted to consume your soul like you were prey and she was predator, like a lion and an antelope on a nature documentary. It made your skin prickle.

“Jennifer? What’s going on?” You pleaded your eyes watching her every move, Jennifer stalks up to you with speed that makes you back track into the counter, and her body entraps you against the counter and her lips ghost yours before she pulls away and you fight the urge to chase her lips you watch as she dashes out the back door, the slam of a screen is the only thing that even told you you were not crazy That and the black goop drying to your body.

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The next morning you arrive late to school having missed first period, staying awake into the long hours of the morning too afraid to sleep. from the fire, to your odd encounter with Jennifer it left you shaking, sitting for hours in an extra hot shower trying to pull yourself together although the heat seemed to make your skin prickle and the fire in melody lane burn brighter in your mind. You needing to feel clean, you needed to shower off the grime, and the incident with Jennifer.

Maybe it was The mild case of smoke inhalation in your lungs that made you hallucinate last night but the black goo on your body made you question that theory.

when you finally arrived to your first class of the day you sat beside needy and the girl looked as traumatised as you felt and you don’t have to ask to know she’s had a night similar to yours.

“Hey” you greet and the girl greets a quiet “hi y/n” back but you don’t pay much mind not when you’re teacher begins to talk about the fire and the people who died who went to school with you.

At the mere mention of melody lane needy and yourself share a look with eachother a sense of guilt and dread that you three survived. It wasn’t dread over the fact you survived, you all were happy to be alive but you felt somewhat responsible for the fire despite not even setting it.

Why did three girls who are the most unlikely group of friends survive? Why not everyone else? Were they not equally important? What if one of them were going to cure cancer. Why did you live you weren’t going to cure cancer.

When the door to the classroom swing open and Jennifer walks in looking as perfect as ever, you can’t help but think the girl looks absolutely stunning (like always) your cheeks prickling with the feeling of her hand caressing them last night and you fight the urge to chase the imaginary feeling. Making sure you don’t raise your hand to your cheek over the feeling.

Instead you shake your shoulders like it’ll put your back in the present. It works. But you can’t shake the feeling of your hairs that stand up on the back of your neck as Jen pulls up a seat beside you and her warmth heats your side and her addictive perfume wafts around you, and you can tell she’s watching you with the same look as she always does. A sensual look thats different than the looks she gives her flings, it’s a look that makes you feel like you can’t breathe.

She slathers lip gloss over her plush pink lips as needy attempts to talk sense into Jennifer, you didn’t even realise she was talking. Only catching the final bit of her conversation

“Anyone we know?” You hear Jennifer ask like she doesn’t really care, but there’s a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

“We know everyone…” needy says her eyes watching Jennifer like she’s foreign. And you watch the desk like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

You don’t pay much attention when Jennifer talks about how amazing she feels and how she doesn’t care about the fire. It shocks you truthfully because told but you don’t have the energy to pay attention to anything but the guilt when Craig’s friend, Jonas, starts crying in the middle of class.

You look down at your lap playing with your fingers as Jennifer talks to both yourself and needy you catch sight of needys hands. her nail beds caked with the same inky black substance that assaulted your body and for the first time since Jennifer walked in you look her in her eyes with a sort of horrified intrigue, it wasnt a dream that you conjured up in your fucked up mind. when your eyes flicker to needy something passes between you both. A shared Understanding.

✧༺༻∞

You spent the first day back at school in a weird headspace like your drifting through the hall’s hollow. Like your energy’s stagnant, like a ghost. It’s like you died in that fire.

It’s like you’re not actually here anymore you walk the halls seeing but not observing. Clutching your book to your chest as you walked the halls with needy the sounds of sobbing filled the halls, friends embracing friends it made the scene even more intense.

You were counting every minute down until the end of the day until you could go home watch some tv and stare into space, you stood beside needy looking through your locker as needy told chip about what she witnessed with Jennifer. You couldn’t help but pay attention to her story despite your hands searching for your school book.

“It was like evil…” needy shook her head unable to come up with words to describe it, chip watched the girl with something akin to awkward concern? Although chip was always awkward.

“I think you need to see the school shrink. I love you needy but that’s a little…crazy?” Chip shrugged defiantly before placing a kiss to needys cheek and walking to class.

“Well, I believe you needy. Something happened to me too last night she cut the cord to my lamp and she was under my bed…she pulled me to the floor- Somethings wrong.” Your voice shakes as you lowered it to a whisper confiding in needy with a nod of the blond girls head

“We need more information” needy spoke pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose

✧༺༻∞

When needy called you that night that Jonas had apparently been murdered and eaten it felt like time stilled, What curse was plaguing devils kettle stealing away its people it was odd. It was like melody lane was the one thing that caused a chain of events.

It was no time before news broke again there was another murder.

then another,

then finally Colin gray died after Jennifer agreed to go out with him.

Each murder had the same mo, a cannibal killing. murdering only boys. it was poetic As it was confusing, now you didn’t particularly care for any of these boys why would you? Who needed boys when you had Jennifer and needy? but you would admit to be eaten alive, left in a half finished houses, nothing but carnage with their pants down, rosary clutched in their bloody hands. It was pretty disgusting.

You empathised for these guys but truthfully you didn’t care, not one bit. The only people you cared for was needy and Jennifer and Jennifer had been glowing recently despite the murders, the girl waltzed around not a care in the world, she was living her best life. until she wasn’t.

Then there’d be another murder.

and then Jennifer would look beautiful again (not like she ever stopped but she’d look inhumanly beautiful.) And then shortly after she’d find another boy to toy with at school and in her fling with that boy she’d spend her nights in your bed, her soft fingers playing with your hair as you rested on her knees listening to the latest fall out boy cd And her strawberry lipgloss would leave a sheen on your lips that you’d be tasting for hours after.

And a scent on your tshirts that had you sniffing them for weeks, Then she’d disappear from your hold again. for weeks, she’d leave the sheets cold and her absence ever growing.

And you lay in your bed re-listening to fall out boy, and smelling her perfume on your tshirt to quench the Jennifer shaped hole in your life.

And she’d stop glowing, and she’d look tired, at school hair lifeless compared to its previous glowy form only a week ago.

And it began to make you wonder if maybe it was something more than just pms. It solidified your theory that something darker happened to Jennifer the day melody lane burned to the ground.

Maybe it changed Jennifer so much it made Jennifer kill these boys, you didn’t forget that night at your house where she looked inhuman. where she tugged you to the floor and her lips pressed against yours with force. like she’d have you right then and there like you’d be her last meal.

You had to confront her, Something was wrong with Jennifer check.

✧༺༻∞

It was a normal school day, nothing particularly special happened the morning your house empty by the time you woke up, the heater of your car blowing the same warm air against your cheeks as it always did, then you’d be at school the lively chatter of your fellow students excitement over the upcoming school dance was the only thing buzzing through the hallways

The various murders had become old news, by the time Colin grey died it was no longer of interest to be focused on the maneater “tormenting” devils kettle.

Just as quickly as the chatter came it left, and in its wake left nothing but a trail of murders behind and the horribly popular song released by low shoulder that seemingly took everyone in devils kettle by storm.

You couldn’t give a shit about the murders, these guys never cared about anyone but themselves, plus who needed boys they were useless anyway.

You’re infatuation with Jennifer grew but By this point in time you began to decipher by the help of needy, that Jennifer was a succubus. The blonde had been horrified to learn her friend had been killing these boys. That Jennifer virtually died the night the band shut the van door. Leaving Jennifer trapped with them.

The realisation that you indirectly killed the girl made you want to throw up, you’d never dream of harming the girl so learning you kinda sealed her fate left you wallowing.

The school library was chilly its plastic blue chairs and sad grey carpet left you rolling your eyes. The plain white desks and rows and rows of books left you and needy hidden from prying eyes

Shutting the occult book needy and your self discovered in the library both your hands shook with the realisation your friend was infact a demon, both needy and yourself shared a mildly horrified look and in no time the both of you departed the library the blonde to chip. And you to Jennifer.

✧༺༻∞

Rushing through the halls of devils kettle highschool you didn’t care to observe the faces of your peers opting to instead hurry through the halls to the change rooms Jennifer would have been only now finishing getting changed back from her flag girl practice and she’d always stay later for a long shower, so the room would be pretty much deserted. Perfect.

Flinging open the door to the change rooms you’re met with Jennifer tying her shoes on a small wooden bench the black haired girl lifts her head as you enter the room her usual bored expression plastered on her face her lips perfectly glossy and her eyes watched you with a sense of unnerving pleasure.

Like she enjoyed reading you to see when you’d figure her out.

“I know what you are” you tried to hide the shake in your voice when you spoke closing the change room door and stepping towards her. cringing inwardly at how blunt you seemed you refused to let the facade of fearlessness die so easily so you watched as Jennifer’s perfect lips tipped upward as the revelation

“Do you?” She dragged tucking hair behind her ear and standing up to stalk towards you bumped into the door as you stepped back you stopped the shuddering breath from leaving you when you felt her body creep in front of you her wicked eyes watched you.

“You’re a succubus. You’re the one killing the boys.”

“Boys are just placeholders, they come and they go.” The girl sneered her glossed lips bright as she watched you.

Steeling yourself beneath her gaze you took a breath filling your lungs with humid changeroom air;

“do you deny it?”

Your voice was strong as you stood your eyes boring into eachother you knew your icy tongue wouldnt do the girl any real harm, she’d had her fill she was immortal. Regenerative.

When you were met with silence Jennifer’s cold gaze calculating whether she should confess or kill you now. But the brave look in your eyes and the familiar feeling of your lips on hers she’d grown far too fond of you.

“Do. you. deny. it.” There was no doubt in you, now you were sure, Jennifer was a succubus you just needed her to confess to ensure you were not insane. Staring the girl in the eyes you hardened your gaze and you waited on baited breath for which of you would crack first.

This time,

it was Jennifer.

breaking eye contact she turned her gaze to the ground sighing. “Yes I’m a succubus god.” The girl groaned bored

“how did it happen?” You felt the flood gates open it had been involuntary for your concern to slip out through your cold facade

“The band freaks like totally sacrificed me, when I got into their creepy van it was like the fog on my mind cleared and I realised the trouble I was in, they took me to the falls and I tried to run but they caught me and…” the girl dragged the last bit out before plopping herself down on the bench sitting crisscrossed you sat next to the girl you felt tears well in your eyes.

Jennifer was murdered by the band freaks, and you didn’t try harder to stop her from entering that van, She died because of you.

You felt a lump rise in your throat, “they sacrificed you” you nodded and it felt like you were going to implode looking at your best friend and imagining her bloodied corpse all alone at the falls.

“Mhm, When they caught me they gagged me, and then sacrificed me to Satan- how fucking lame is that!” Jennifer rolled her eyes yet there was a hint of pain shining in her eyes maybe Jen wasn’t completely gone.

“And well after everything happened I managed to find my way to you… I was so hungry but I couldn’t bring myself to kill you, I like you too much.” Despite her bored tone her fingers fiddled in her lap she was nervous to confess this.

“Jennifer” your eyes shone as you watched the girl this was the closest you’d get to Jennifer telling you she loved you, atleast right now. But you understood what the raven haired girl was telling you, and it was like everything she’s done up to this point didn’t matter to you.

“Jen. I don’t care that you have to kill and eat boys, i don’t care that you’re like a demon now? I don’t care about any of it.” You shook your hands as you spoke with volition any confliction you held washed away.

“Jennifer I have loved you since we were kids. you were always my girl. Fuck those guys! The boys you’ve eaten, the band freaks, every pathetic morsel in devils kettle! fuck all of them! I want you, Demon and all.” You exclaimed your warm hands enclosing her cold ones your eyes booring into hers, the shiny sheen of lipgloss on her pink lips made you want to kiss her

It had been months since the fire, months since the girl had caressed your body like she was starving. Like your soft skin bled life itself into her undead heart.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you only had now.

“Can I kiss you?” Your hands hovered over the girls cool cheeks as you asked in a whisper, Jennifer didn’t respond instead the girl shot forward catching your lips into a kiss her lipgloss sticking to your lips as Jennifer had her way with you the girl certainly was a great kisser finally snapping out of your stupor, you kissed her back feverishly.

Both lips fitting together like pieces to a puzzle you hope to never pull back from her lips again. You’d put all of your fears behind you even if it was just for now.

#jennifers body #jennifer check #jennifers body x reader #jennifer check x reader #Jennifer’s body fanfiction #Jennifer check x fem reader #needy lesnicki x reader #needy lesnicki #Jennifer’s body x you #Jennifer check x you

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i-cant-sing · 1 year ago

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IMAGINE THE KAMO CLAN WANTS AN ALLIANCE WITH THE ZENIN

so they offer that noritoshi (who is secretly in love with teen!fushiguro reader) marry her, the zenin and the kamo have made this type of alliance for years, it is totally normal for them

but definitely the kamo did not wait for naoya to come to his house shouting that no kamo spawn is going to sully his sweet daughter---- NIECE

when the others hear the news, toji, gojo, nanami, megumi, mai and maki arrive, ALSO SUKUNA WHO TOOK POSSESSION OF YUJI'S BODY

poor noritoshi

AHahaha yesss, I mean the elders just wanted to form an alliance, and neither clan really knew just how strong Fushiguro reader was as a toddler, so it was right to arrange a marriage for you.

As a child, Noritoshi didnt really care much for you, especially since he had battles of his own- being born to a mistress, being the heir of the clan because the head wife couldnt bear sons so, he has to deal with that.

But youre adorable and you grow on anyone, even the Zenin clan, so when toddler Fushiguro reader meets 9 year old Noritoshi, the latter only thinks of you as a spoiled brat at first. And why wouldnt he? Youre running around barefoot in the garden, dressed in sparkly pink hello kitty pjs with servants chasing after you, with Naoya screaming from the shed that he'll lock you up if he catches you grabbing his million dollar koi fish.

Noritoshi's disgust is quite understandable when you come upto him, hair disheveled, face sweaty, and you stick your muddy hand to his face.

"Hi! Im Y/n Fushiguro!" "ZENIN! Y/N ZENIN!" Naoya yells before dragging you away for training (Naoya didnt want you to meet your future husband).

As time goes on, Noritoshi would be sent to the Zenin estate on different errands (by this point, the Kamo clan has heard rumors of your powers and now want Noritoshi to go and woo you, which is a huge task since Noritoshi isnt someone who is able to express emotions, much less romantic ones). But even though he might not be able to express his emotions, doesnt mean his heart hasnt turned soft for you. Youre pollar opposite to him, loud, energetic, carefree- and yet Noritoshi cant help but feel that you... sort of complete him. Youre everything hes not and he likes that. Like 2 puzzle pieces that fit together, he completes you too. Hes quiet, calm, realistic- he brings peace to you, especially when youre mind gets overstimulated by- well, you.

How many times has it been that Noritoshi has stopped your panic attacks when you realised that your father Toji, wasnt coming back? How many times has Noristoshi had to pull you into his robes when your cursed energy started to lose control, risking himself just to calm you down and help you control it as his soft monotonous voice guided you through it?

And how many times has it been that Noritoshi would have his terrible day turned around with just you calling him "Nori!"? Or the times he'd be questioning his worth in the clan and all he needed was you to lean your head against his shoulder to feel like a million bucks? Noritoshi would be the type of man who people would think doesnt really care about love and marriage, when in reality, he just spent the entire night listening to you yap about your day, about Hello Kitty, about uncle Naoya, pausing in between to say "hmm, okay its getting late, we should sleep" only to suddenly remember a new topic to ramble on about. And youd think Noritoshi wanst listenting to you with the way hes staring at your face in awe, but really- he remembers every single word. You could quiz him. Its funny listening to man like him talk about Hello Kitty.

When the time comes for you two to actually get married, Naoya throws a fit, and surprisingly, the Zenin clan also doesnt want to marry you off to Kamo clan (or anyone). People opposing the marriage from your side would be the Zenin clan, the twins (who start telling you all the reasons why marriage is a trap and youd be dead in 2 days.), Gojo (he just chuckles and tells you not to worry because he wont let you be forced into marriage), Nanami (my man wholeheartedly believes youre being a victim of child marriage, BUT NOT ON HIS WATCH! GONNA KILL ANYONE WHO EVEN THINKS OF U LIKE THAT- just sit in his condo and eat the sandwhich he made for you. And dont argue.), Megumi (who doenst get why he wasnt ever informed that you, his baby sister, was in an arranged marriage, and why the hell didnt Noritoshi try to get his blessings/permission considering THAT HES YOUR CLOSEST FAMILY MEMBER??? Also, no- youre not marrying Kamo) and then... theres Sukuna (if you thought Naoya threw a fit, youre in for A WORLD OF TANTRUMS AS SUKUNA SCREAMS AND MOST LIKELY KILLS WHOEVER IS IN A MILE VICINITY, just to let off some steam and calm down before he talks to you and REMINDS YOU THAT YOU PROMISED TO MARRY HIM! HAVE YOU BEEN PROPOSING TO EVERY GUY YOU MET?)

People supporting this union would be all from Noritishi's side, including- the Kamo clan, Choso Kamo (cause ofc, youre just a precious baby like Yuji, and with you being part of the clan means he can protect u better), and surprise surprise Kenjaku (because youd be strong addition to the clan and then you and Nori will have babies with SUPER STRONG CURSED ENERGY AND HE'LL ACCOMPLISH HIS PLAN FOR WORLD DOMINATION).

Anyways, its a sticky situation and it all comes down to you really. Do you want to marry Noritoshi or not?

#yandere noritoshi #yandere noritoshi kamo #yandere naoya #yandere naoya zenin #yandere zenin clan #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #male yandere #tw yandere #yandere sukuna #yandere sakuna

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littlelamy · 2 months ago

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🤗 anon here with another ideeaa! or suggestion, whatever youd like to call it!

you should do a small part two to your anxious reader blurb having a panic attack, maybe like- her explaining what actually happened to rafe, n then after a few days she finally gets the courage to see the pogues again and she starts to apologize :( even though it wasnt her fault- and then it all ends up in a good, happy ending teehee

a/n: 🤗 anonie, i hope you like it!

“it was stupid,” you say, already looking down, chewing your thumbnail raw. “i don’t even know why it hit me like that, it wasn’t anything big, just—”

“hey.” rafe’s voice cuts in, his hand finding your knee through the blanket you’ve wrapped yourself in like armor. “stop..don’t do that thing where you act like your brain betrayed you on purpose.”

you glance up, looking at him on the edge of the couch, close but still giving you space, even after two days of sleeping beside you.

“jj said something,” you finally whisper. “not even in a mean way. just some dumb joke about how i’m always the one who has a plan, and what would they do without me freaking out about everything first.”

you pause, biting the inside of your cheek. the knot in your chest tightens.

“it wasn’t even mean,” you repeat. “but i’d already been..off, all day. tired, i guess, or just…” you wave a hand at your own head, “you know. like that.”

rafe’s thumb draws circles on your knee, watching you look at him—his brow creases, like he’s feeling it in his own chest now.

“and it just hit me,” you say, quieter now. “like—i’m too much. even when they love me. even when they don’t mean it like that. i’m still the mess. the burden.”

rafe doesn’t say no right away. he lets the words sit there for a second, because you both know brushing them away too fast would only make you retreat again.

then he leans in, elbows on his knees, eyes locked to yours. “you are not a burden,” he says, slowly, like he needs you to feel every syllable. “you are a human being with anxiety. and those assholes—who, for the record, worship the ground you walk on—are lucky as hell to have you even when you’re falling apart.”

“i know they didn’t mean it,” you murmur. “i know. i just couldn’t stop spiraling. and then when i left, i felt like such a fucking idiot. i didn’t want them to see me like that. not again.”

rafe exhales hard, dragging a hand through his hair. “i’ve seen you like that. i’ve seen every version of you. and you know what i thought the whole time?”

you raise an eyebrow, unsure you want to hear the answer.

“i thought, holy shit, she’s still fighting even when she thinks she’s losing.” he leans closer. “so fuck what jj said. and fuck the panic, too. you’re not broken. you just got hit harder that day.”

you’re quiet again, blinking fast. it’s hard to hear it like that. “i wanna go see them,” you say after a second. “i want to explain. i wanna..apologize.”

“no.” rafe’s voice is firm. “you can explain. that’s fine. but you’re not apologizing for your mental health like it’s a spilled drink.”

“but i scared them,” you say. “i just walked out. jj called me four times before i even realized my phone was vibrating. they were probably worried sick and didn’t know what the hell happened.”

“then tell them what happened,” he says gently. “tell them what it felt like, what set it off. but if any of them tries to make you feel like you owe them a sorry for being overwhelmed, i swear to God, i’ll drown them in that fuckin’ marsh.”

you snort, covering your mouth. “that’s very sweet of you.”

“i try.”

you go three days later. you’ve texted them first—jj, kiara, john b, and pope. 'hey, can we talk? i wanna explain.' they’d responded immediately, full of “yes please” and “we just want to make sure you’re okay.”

you’re shaking by the time you reach the chateau. your hands won’t stop fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie. rafe drives you there but waits outside, sprawled on the hood of his truck with a cigarette.

when you knock, the door swings open too fast and jj’s there, all wide eyed. “you came,” he breathes. leaning to the side, you see kie there too—pope and john b behind her, all looking like they don’t know whether to hug you or let you lead.

you step inside. your chest is tight but you’re breathing—that counts.

“i’m sorry i disappeared,” you say first, and rafe’s voice echoes in your mind—don’t apologize for the panic. so you correct yourself. “i wasn’t okay. i had a panic attack. i should’ve told someone, but i didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

jj’s face crumples. “you didn’t ruin anything. i was such a dick, i didn’t even think—”

“no, no, you weren’t,” you rush to say. “you made a joke. i just wasn’t in a place to laugh at it. that’s not your fault.”

pope sits beside you on the couch. “is there anything we can do next time? like if it happens again?”

your throat tightens. you nod. “just..let me step out if i need to. don’t chase me. just give me a second. and maybe..check on me a couple of minutes later?”

“always,” kiara says instantly. “you don’t ever have to hide that stuff from us. we’re your people.”

jj finally steps forward and hugs you, a little too hard. “you’re not the mess. pogues gotta stick together.”

you blink hard, clutching him back. outside, rafe leans against the truck, watching through the window. you give him the smallest nod, and he smiles back, mouthing 'i love you'.

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cheri-2047 · 1 year ago

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cuddling w Genshin characters

warnings: none

characters: ga Ming, Xiao, lyney, alhaitham, furina,

Synopsis (is this the right word?): cuddling headcanons w these characyers

Uhhh btw idk how blogs work on tumblr yet but requests are open

GA MING:

His cuddles would be very warm and soothing, HED cuddle you as if you were a giant stuffed toy,

A lot of the time he either sleeps really late or doesn’t sleep at all so he ends up doing smth else but when he does you’re always in his arms

example by what I said in the one above: playing with cards. He would be playing with cards while you’re cuddling w him on his chest, do u get what I mean?

there are nights he’s extra tired from work + dancing so on those nights he just slips in the bed with you and immediately falls asleep.

if you can’t sleep, he will hum you one of his dance routine songs

XIAO:

I like to think he isnt super used to physical touch, but you can tell he’s trying

the first few nights…or maybe months, you two would just hold hands while you sleep, not yet full on cuddling

but after a few months when you guys are both comfy, HED let you lay your head on his chest or hee hug you by the waist.

youd have to remind him sometimes that it’s okay to do these stuff

I think he would be the type to always put stray strands of hair behind your ear or if you seem restless and can’t sleep, HED try to calm you down by patting your head

Lyney (I actually love lyney so much I have not had a single post without lyney in it)

He loves cuddling, he loves hugging you sm

hed be the type to show u some magic tricks while you guys cuddle

hed press kisses on your forehead then continue as if nothing happened

sometikes he comes home really tired and he’s really appreciate it whenever you’d help him like unwind and like hug him to sleep

you have Teo options: either a really talkative lyney or one that is very quiet, either way he loves being in your arms

If He notices you shivering, he would use his vision to warm you up a bit.

alhaitham:

You would cuddle on the bed or on a chair while he’s reading a book

when he’s done reading said book, either hell stand up and get another or finish and just stay with you in bed.

he’d be the type to admire you a lot while you’re sleeping like hes just stare at your face

during the nights u can’t sleep, hee read u his book. Unfortunately it’s very boring, but eh its the thought that counts

furina (the first time I’ve ever written a female Genshin character wow)

She’s always tell you about her adventures of the day, or the court cases

when she notices you fell asleep, she’d kiss your cheek and then go to bed herself

id like to think that on restless nights of yours, she’d try to either A) entertain you by performing or smth so you’re not bored or B) sing you a lullaby

on nights she’s feeling down, you’d have to reassure her and she’s be really relaxed and fall asleep in your arms

okay number one, this ain’t proofread at all and number two, my bad if I accidentally mischaracterized them

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months ago

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Calling them pretty girl 2/3

Idk if I'll end up doing it but I think I might make cake today hmmm hmmm thinkimg side note because i didnt know this until i was looking at teagans wiki... SHE USES SHE/THEY PRONOUNS LETS GOOOOOOO!! thats like the second character im aware of that dual wields pronouns (looey)

Characters: poppy, scraps, teagan, tisha

Notes: reader is gn, toon reader, can be read as pre or post game, mostly focuses on canon character, short post

CWs: none

POPPY

you get a really loud exaggerted (but still genuine) "awwww!" from her, you really think shes pretty? thank you!

and dont think shes not going to return the affections, because she will say something in return! youre a real cutie and she almost feels wrong letting you do all the loving

theres an extra bounce in her step for the rest of the day afterwards, definitely had an effect on her

SCRAPS

call her pretty girl after she managed to get her makeup done and shes going to be over the moon about it- especially if she did it herself today! working with claws is hard!

little tail swishies after you say it, usually that happens when shes irritated... but sometimes it can happen when youve got her thinking- it does take her a minute to fully realize what you said

thinks youre a total sweetheart for it and she WILL say so

TEAGAN

you know how characters with boa's kind of just... sink their head slightly into the fluff when theyre flattered? like pull their neck back and kind of give that... look? yeah they do that, WITH the quiet little laugh

shes not laughing at you of course...! she just thinks youre too sweet..! (like theyre one to talk, give she has sweet tea in her head!). you can be really charming when you want to be/t

oh she WOULD compliment you back with enough elegance to make anyone turn red

TISHA

she cleans... a lot... actually if you didnt spend so much time with her youd swear it was the only thing she did- so naturally its likely that you call her pretty girl when shes dusting a shelf or picking up someone elses mess. the way she kind of just pauses... in her movements...

sorry she was a little caught up- could you repeat that? pretty... girl...? oh youre too kind, dont mind how she passively indirectly comments on how you should give her a hand

..dont let her lack of reaction fool you, she does greatly appreciate your words shes just too into her current task to fully express that

#poppy x reader #dandys poppy x reader #scraps x reader #dandys scraps x reader #teagan x reader #dandys teagan x reader #tisha x reader #dandys tisha x reader #dandys world x reader #dandy's world x reader #dw x reader #dandys x reader #dandy's x reader #canon x reader #x reader #canon x you

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opal-owl-flight · 1 year ago

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I absolutely adore your agent lore SO MUCH it feels really canon to me, just in a darker and realistic way!!

I am kind of wondering what your thoughts are on octavio, especially in this verse- if you have any of course LMAO 👍 so fair if you don't he just lives in my braincells rent free.

"You. Were not so different, you and I."

"|Shut. Up. Dont compare yourself to me. I did everything for this fragile world. A world you yourself almost destroyed twice.|"

"Aah, so did I, young squid. So did I."

3 rounds on the imprisoned geezer. Some thanks he got, after saving the world. The Captain was almost as bad as their old superior.

He only crosses his arms tighter as they clacked their beak.

"|The destruction of my world does not justify yours' survival.|"

Theres a dry chuckle from within the glass globe.

"Which world has the zapfishes. Which world is close to the sky? Which world allows everyone to...act the way you do. That annoyingly fresh attitude that just rubs in our face how much better you have it."

3s looking more unsure now, their hands clasping tight on their arms whenever theyre not signing. Thats a surprise.

"Mm. Do you understand, agent?"

The hesitance disappears, and their eyes and spots glint threateningly. "|Im the Captain now, and I will prefer to be referred to as such.|"

The king rolls his eyes. Mocks a salute.

"Stuffy kid. Damn. Alright, Captain.

Let me illuminate it a little more clearly for you.

You train your agents to keep my people underground. Sometimes, to the point of breaking their spirit. Because you want to keep them safe -- from me, from my troops, from anything the rough seas can throw at em. Right?"

"|I dont do it like you do. Hypnosis? Mind control? Eight ran away because of that!|"

"Who told you I used that on my entire nation? Damn old fool, that Craig.

As for your "Agent Eight"...

that one...

...had her reasons.

I hold no ill will towards her, or the others, for running.

In fact, I dont blame them one bit."

3 squints.

"They wanted a life that I cannot provide.

Its hard, underground. Constant energy crisis. Constant food shortage. Constant resource depletion. Who would stay? Except those who want to make it a better world to live in?

And you, Captain. What would you do in my place?"

And they stay quiet...

Before their voice rasps through a low hiss.

"Act...in a way... you wont."

"Hoh! So you can speak! Impressive.

But you know youd do similar. Ive heard how much Agent 4 hates your guts. Its not as easy being a leader, isnt it."

3 hisses louder, balling their fists.

"I...am not...you."*

"Yes. You. Are." The king presses his tentacles on the glass. "I did all I did for my fragile world. I continue to run my nation the way I do so everyone stays safe from the danger YOU bring. You and the REST of your nation. My troops are family. My troops are all Ive got."

He casts a glance at 4 (pre-Captain my Captain), who was approaching for her training.

"Even if they end up hating me."*

3 catches 4s gaze.

"Even if they end up deserting."

4 turns her gaze away, to look directly at Octavio.

"Do you understand?"

Now its 3 who looks, understanding dawning in their eyes.

Hes right.

"I must do what I need to, even if it hurts me. Id risk my life, my honor, my everything, for my people.

If I dont, who else will?"

3 thinks of the times theyd swooped in to save the newly returned 4 from hazards in the newer missions. The verbal and physical abuse from her beak and fists. The way they had to give her easier missions despite saying that it was tougher, just so shed have a more gradual growth. Have higher chances of surviving. Even if...underhanded.

4 herself breaks the silence, and their train of thought.

"Talking to the damn geezer again, Captain?"

"|He spoke first.

...but he makes good points.|"

"You cant seriously- hey. HEY! CAPTAIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!"

theres a loud crash.

"|I dont think it fair to keep him here after he helped us save the world.|"

"Hohohoh! You are not so bad, Captain."

"GRAMPS IS GOING TO KILL YOU."

"Hah! No he wont. I know your old man. And for once in his life, he actually made a good call.

Captain.

Agent Three."

The mention of their old number, to refer to them, almost made tears spring to their eyes.

Almost.

After all, this was the reason they were dragged into this mess. But can they really keep blaming him for all this, after all this time?

Octavio shows...a hint of a smile.

"You make a fine protege for the man I used to know.

Keep it up."

3 holds 4 back from rushing the Octarian leader. "Go...back. Take care...of your people."

"Aye aye. Heheh. So long, suckers!!!"

And he was gone.

#splatoon #splatoon fanart #agent 3 #captain 3 #dj octavio #agent 4 #opal owl’s nest #LONG READ HERE I DONT THINK I CAN DRAW ALL THAT IN COMIC FORM #again this takes place before the events of Captain my Captain #ALSO THANK YOU!! IM GLAD YOU APPRECIATE MY LORE

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mischiefmaker615 · 5 months ago

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Use Me (Loki Love Story) Ch.8

Summary: Loki shows up at your brothel with an offer. What could go wrong?

Requested song inspiration: Use Me by Johnny Blue Skies & Dove Cameron & Diplo

Loki’s smirk faltered immediately when your mouth blurted out the rather un-lady like question. He still didn’t move but his eyes were trained on yours with a raised brow and you could have sworn he was able to hear your racing heart beat when you stood there shaking.

‘’I’m-.. darling, what has gotten into-‘’

‘’you most certainly haven’t’’ you said sharply, feeling your nails dig into your palms while your mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. Especially with Loki’s narrowing eyes and his body turning to face yours once he finished setting down his helmet on the table.

‘’what are you playing at?” he said carefully, his voice alone almost like a snake daring you to make a move. You hated that it worked a little and your voice certainly quieted down while you puffed out your chest, hoping to show some remaining intimidation in your demands.

‘’we had a deal- you’ve brought me here to be your whore and in return, I earn enough so I can get the Hel out of here! But little by little you seem to just.. just.. play with me! As if this is some sort of game to just-‘’ you then stopped short, blinking at his unreadable expression while you searched for words. You took a small step back in disbelief, your mind hinting at the pieces that lay close together in all this while you took a deep breath.

‘’..your prolonging my departure?”

Loki raised his chin as he looked down his nose at you, almost scoffing. ‘’I merely pay you for what I deem is the appropriate amount in which you’ve earned.’’ He turned to the side and waved a hand over to the other side of the table, not daring to break eye contact. ‘’you can see for yourself what you have accomplished this afternoon.’’

His tone was sharp, seeming to match your own but with more confidence than what you had right now. Your eyes briefly looked past him at the envelope and dare you say you were curious on what was in there.. but you knew you shouldn’t get your hopes up with your expectations here. Not when he was mocking and avoiding your question.

‘’this isn’t about the money.. is it?”

Loki then scoffed and looked away, eyes raising to the ceiling as if one was trying to figure out how to explain something to a child. ‘’what do you think this is about then Y/N? you are my whore; I may use that to what I please.’’ His eyes then dropped to yours in a way that almost startled you. ‘’do you honestly think that it’s more than just sex?”

‘’but we haven’t had sex-‘’ You didn’t move, your nails releasing the pressure in your hands to grasp the fabric at your sides instead. You held his eye contact, hoping youd see more answers than having to ask them instead before you allowed yourself a breath. ‘’I don’t believe you..’’

Loki blinked at you, his brows furrowing together while you just accused him of lying. Him! the god of lies! ‘’what?”

You took another breath, your voice quieter now and careful, like one was trying to get through a maze without setting off a trap at the same time. ‘’..I don’t believe you-‘’

‘’are you accusing me of all beings to be lying?” he asked, taking a careful step towards you while you willed yourself to hold your ground. ‘’you think this contract is beyond our bargain? That I care outside of flesh?”

‘’if you wanted to fuck me, you would have done so already, right?” you asked, eyes raising to find he was much closer now and your mind screamed to silence yourself. This was a straight ticket to treason to be speaking to a royal like this.

‘’have you ever taken a moment to think that perhaps I don’t want to?” he said sharply, sending a pain in your chest by his comment while you took another step back when he got two steps away from you.

‘’..then why am I here? Why make me your whore if you could find anyone else you might be much happier with and fuck?”

‘’who’s to say I haven’t when you aren’t present?” he asked carefully, an unsure hint in his voice that even now still made you think he was lying. He seemed to speak as carefully as you were, eyes challenging and you had to stop backing up once your back found the wall.

‘’then I could have found faster income somewhere else then.’’ You snapped and looked away, finding his shoes stopping in front of you while your bottom lip trembled. ‘’you claim this is just.. for your tastes in pleasure.. but so far all we’ve done was slow my chances for a better life!.. Is that it? Is that what this all is?” you demanded and looked at him with a glare. ‘’my goals for my future are some sort of game for you? Do you get off on seeing me like this??”

Loki’s jaw was tense, eyes glaring but to the ground while he seemed to have much to say but refused to say it. His own nails were in his palms, shoulders straining to stay at his proper posture but his breaths staying direct and careful. ‘’Y/N.. I-‘’

‘’I know I know- my defiance just lessoned the envelope, is that it? Well- if this is all just some cruel game between us, then by gods I’m done playing. Dare I say, I’ve figured it out!”

Loki raised a brow, his lips parted with struggling words while his eyes raised back to yours hesitantly. ‘’..you figured it ou-‘’

‘’yes I figured it out! you obviously got off on my initiative, you want to hold onto your gentleman persona and not force yourself on a woman so this is your own damn way to get them to go to you instead!” you barked, chest to chest now while you looked up at him with glassy eyes ‘’is this what it will take to earn my keep then??” you demanded and ripped the shirt you had on up and off, leaving you naked with his wide eyes dropping to your form.

Your hands then shot up to grip his chest armor, shaking never the less while a tear raced down your cheek. ‘’if this is all about fucking to you, then prove it. I’ll even do this one for free.’’

Regret hinted in your chest, though your mind determined to understand. Loki looked down at you with slow breaths, his eyes on yours and yours alone, despite you being naked in front of him. you didn’t care.. he’s seen you anyway and you were to hurt and angry to care regardless. Yet the longer he looked at you, the more self-conscious you began to feel and you almost seemed to think he was doing it on purpose- like his own desperate attempt to win at something when he couldn’t necessarily produce words to answer your questions.

Oh but he would..

‘’answer me-‘’ you almost wanted to shake him with your desperate plea flowing from your mouth but you couldn’t so much as see his expression when his hand suddenly shot up to grip the back of your head and bring you forward against his lips.

He kissed you with almost a desperate passion and need, his fingers cradling almost harshly the back of your head while you found yourself eagerly pressing into him as well. Hot tears flowed down your cheeks while you squeezed your eyes shut, the cold metal of his armor pressing up against your skin and causing you to shiver while you stayed sandwiched between him and the wall.

His other hand made sure to find one of your wrists and pin it beside your head, his grip though not painful, but sure it wouldn’t loosen unless he allowed it. His tongue demanded entrance and you didn’t think twice to give him what he wanted while your body told you it was just as demanding. It massaged and explored your mouth, a hum leaving his lips while you felt his fingers begin to curl and grip your hair instead.

Your free hand rose up, gripping his silky locks you dare say, longed to feel and seemed to whine against him, having no ability to move from against his control and you gasped for breath as soon as he pulled away. Yet he didn’t give you much time to recover once you began to catch your breath, you found his slender hands gripping your hips and turning you both before his lips crashed with yours once more, almost seeming to be a distraction while he walked you both backwards.

The back of your knees found the bed and his weight pushed you back to have you land on the mattress, his hands pushing you up it further before he joined you on top.

‘’Loki-‘’ you began before you felt his hands grip both your wrists and pin them above your head, being maneuvered so only one hand had to contain them before the other ran down your side and took hold of your thigh, raising it so it was pressing up against his hip and leaving you open with your heart racing.

Any second you tried to speak, his lips would return to you, silencing them with another passionate kiss and captured your bottom lip between his teeth before his mouth would caress your skin again. As they left open mouth kisses against your neck and collarbone, you felt more and more of your thoughts being washed away until there was nothing more to do than just feel.

It wasn’t until you tried to push past the feeling of your body shaking, that you discovered his own body was. Your eyes blinked open, wide and worried while your head raised to look at him but his head was not in a position where you could see well while his lips traveled to kiss between your breasts, a hand being gentle to rest just beside one of them but he has not dared indulge. Come to think of it.. he hasn’t touched anything you could consider intimate..

‘’Loki..’’ you whispered, biting your lip while you tried to pull your thoughts together and not melt once you felt his tongue caress and his mouth mark places scattered between your shoulder and your neck.

‘’Loki-‘’ you tried again, feeling his hips lower ever so slightly to feel his clothed erection begin to grind against your exposed cunt before you shook your head to try to snap out of it.

‘’Loki!” you begged, snapping his head up with eyes locked with yours and his body frozen. ‘’Loki..’’ you breathed, your eyes wide with concern while you saw how red and glassy his own were, his grip instantly loosening to let your hands slowly move down to cup his face. Your thumbs carefully wiped off some of the remaining wetness from his fallen tears and your body began to shake again while you searched his face.

‘’Y/N.. I love you..’’

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