#( ☁︎ –– infatuation ! )

[whore-era]

infatuation - part 1

☁︎ delinquent!ellie williams x preppyfem!reader, enemies to lovers trope ☁︎ smut, angst, tiny bit of fluff ☁︎ summary: don’t let your boyfriend stop you from finding your girlfriend.  ☁︎ warnings: 18+ only. kissing, fingering & oral (r!recieving), masturbation, mentions of weed and smoking weed, mentions relationships w/ men, feelings, kinda mean ellie but then shes nice again, arguing and yelling kinda (let me know if i miss any more necessary warnings ty baes) ☁︎ a/n: i wrote this in like one day. hope u all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it! ya nasties ;) ☁︎ word count: 4,347 ☁︎ 1/2 - part 2

you swore to yourself you’d never let yourself get involved with the university’s infamous delinquent— ellie williams. but you should’ve known that’d be hard to avoid, knowing she was just in reach as your roommate’s best friend. 

ellie was always, and i mean always, there in your dorm. either chilling with dina, talking with dina, or, much to your disliking, smoking with dina. 

ever since you ran into her on the first day of dorm move-in, she was constantly there, bickering with you, poking at you, and judging you for every little thing you did. 

ellie had this image of you; an image of this perfect, high maintenance, always put-together, prissy, goody-two-shoes. it was far from the truth, well, kind of. 

you did pride yourself on being one of the smartest girls on campus, and being very active in numerous extracurriculars at school. you were in the student body, the recycling club, the campus book club, the health club, the cooking club— you were just in a lot of clubs. 

but it would be an understatement to say that ellie williams is everything opposite of you. she was on the other side of the spectrum you were on. 

ellie williams was aggressive, a smartass, foulmouthed, risky, and usually up to trouble. always going to the dean’s office for a fight she probably started. the only reason why she hadn’t been kicked out from campus was because her stepdad is the dean's brother. don’t get yourself wrong, she was brilliant being an engineering major. but she was always doing something she wasn’t supposed to as if it fueled her drive.

you unlocked the door to your dorm, greeted with a fog of smoke. hacking out a cough, you switch on the lights, “dina!! what’d i tell you?” you lecture, stomping over towards the window to open it, “if you’re gonna smoke in here, at least open the window!”

“sorry, roomie,” dina coughed out, “we were just hotboxing.” 

you turned towards the pair, criss-crossed on dina’s bed, and furrow your brows, “what? hotboxing?” 

“yea, you know, smoking weed ’til the room fills up with smoke, so the high is more enhanced.” dina explained, you tilted your head to the side, still not fully comprehending whatever hotboxing was. 

the brunette girl leaned against the wall, giving you a smirk. “c’mon, dee. don’t waste your breath explaining,” ellie retorted, “i’m sure lil miss perfect here never smoked or drank before.” 

you scoffed, crossing your arms, “for your information, i have drank before.”

“oh yea? when was the last time, princess?” god, you hated that nickname. you hated the way it made you red in the cheeks. 

“….at church.” you muttered quietly, sending ellie and dina into a fit of laughter. 

“did you hear that, dee? at church! she said the last time she drank alcohol was at church!” ellie let out a boisterous laugh, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. 

“good one, princess.”

you huffed, rolled your eyes, and rummaged around your side of the room to search for what you were looking for in the first place.

was it so wrong for you to not drink or smoke weed? you didn’t think negatively about anyone who used it, but you just didn’t feel comfortable using something that had such an effect on you. you wanted autonomy over your body at all times. 

bingo. you found the cropped white baby tee you wanted to change into, finding it more comfortable than the scratchy sweater you had on currently. turning away from the chatter of dina and ellie, you lifted the sweater above your head, tossed it in your laundry bag, and slipped into the more fitted and more comfortable white tee. 

standing in front of your mirror, you checked your outfit. you thought a simple t-shirt and black yoga pants were cute enough to hang out with jacob in. you fixed your hair, and looked up at the corner of your mirror, your eyes meeting green ones. 

ellie bit her lip, watching the beautiful yet stubborn girl in front of her. she couldn’t tear her eyes away from you. you just looked so goddamn beautiful. she couldn’t help but take a peek at the way your bare back curved or how soft your skin looked as your sweater slid off your body. ellie definitely didn’t complain about the yoga pants either and how they hugged your ass and thighs in all the right places. 

knowing she was staring at you, you hiked your yoga pants higher and bent over a little, reapplying your favorite shimmering lipgloss in the mirror. you weren’t sure what came over you, but the feeling of knowing ellie was watching you, gave you butterflies in your belly. 

you see her smirk and break eye contact with you. picking up your backpack and your ‘Organic Chemistry 101’ textbook, you bid dina a goodbye. 

“i’ll be back later tonight dina, don’t wait up for me.” you said, slipping your shoes on. 

ellie cleared her throat, “where you headed off to?” 

“pi kappa alpha frat.” you met ellie’s eyes. they looked disappointed, but then quickly rolled to the side, masking whatever sadness you thought you saw.

“hm, i see,” ellie commented, “gonna go blow some frat dude’s cock, huh?”

you groaned, “ugh, no, idiot. i’m just gonna go study.” 

“mhm, whatever you say, princess.” you open the door and leave, hearing the sound of dina yelling ‘be safe’ right before you left. 

walking down the corridor, you thought to yourself ‘jacob isn’t that bad’. i mean, you both aren’t in a relationship by any means. you would describe it as ‘situationship’. jacob was nice, funny sometimes, cute, had a nice body, and was cool. him as a boyfriend though? you weren’t sure about that. he was good company, provided mediocre sex, and was nice to talk to, well, usually he’d talk about hockey and you’d listen. but that’s beside the point. you’re content with this situation, right? 

-

walking back to your dorm from what was probably the worst sex of your life was, quite frankly, embarrassing. you spend time changing into a cute outfit, fixing your makeup, and spritzing on a little bit of your favorite expensive perfume to show up to this dude’s room with him reeking of sweat and ham. you were disappointed, to say the least.

yet, you stayed anyways, unsure of what even compelled you to do that. you stayed for the company, and that company starts rubbing on your ass and tits not even 5 minutes into the netflix show. eventually, you give in, feeling in the mood from a little making out, and you were met with 3 thrusts and cum on your stomach. 

needless to say, you left in a hurry. currently cuddled under your pink duvet with your earphones on, you end up scrolling about on instagram, tapping to like and swiping up to comment on your friends posts. 

while aimlessly scrolling, a picture from @e.williams pops up on your timeline. you study her picture in fascination.

it was a mirror picture of her in the gym, she had her hair up in her usual half-up half-down style with a tight tank top accentuating her physique as she was flexing her arms. gosh, how could someone so annoying be so gorgeous? your eyes trail to her arms and hands. and so fine? you double-tap on the picture, looking at it for a second more before scrolling past to the next post. 

your phone vibrates, and you check the notification from your instagram dm’s.

@e.williams: you checking me out or something ??

you scoff, heat rising to your cheeks. luckily, ellie wasn’t here to see that, or else you would’ve never heard the end of it. you type back.

in ur dreams idiot 

you lay in bed closing your eyes, and somehow, your mind drifts off to that annoying green-eyed girl.

your mind goes to the way she looks at you when she thinks you don’t notice, or how even though she comments on everything you do, she’s so attentive about it. your mind plays in your head the way she calls you those stupid nicknames, and as much as you claim to hate them, you can’t deny the way it makes your heart flutter. 

then, your mind floats to the corner of your brain that you keep locked away. you think about the way ellie bites her lip when she gets anxious, how better her lips would feel pressed onto yours. you think about the way she flexes her arms and hands, wondering how they would feel stroking your most intimate parts. 

you find your hand inside your panties. luckily, dina was in the communal showers, doing her 25-step skincare routine. knowing you had the time, your hand goes down to your wet heat, rubbing your clit in slow circles. 

you close your eyes, picturing her in your head, imagining her fingers working on you instead. you think about how perfect she’d look above you, looking down at you with adoring eyes. you knew she’d take good care of you. you suppress the need to moan by biting down on the duvet. 

even when she wasn’t here, ellie had a way of drawing out unrecognizable responses from you. your finger still rubbing circles on your clit, an orgasm began to bubble in your stomach. you picked up the pace, legs beginning to shake, “fuck, ellie..” you manage to moan out as you finish on your fingers. 

gosh, what was this girl doing to me?

-

it was saturday night and you had managed to get another date with jacob. you rejected him at first, but he was very persistent and promised ‘mind-blowing sex’ and takeout from one of the best restaurants in town. you obliged, clearly in it only for the takeout. 

you thought it’d be a good idea to hang out with him. his hockey stories distracted you from the real person you had your mind stuck on, ellie. 

you thought about her all the time, it gave you a migraine. you couldn’t look her in the eyes anymore without feeling nervous. luckily, you managed to avoid her all week, hanging out at one of your good friend’s dorm room ’til you knew the coast was clear. 

you didn’t let yourself think about what it would be like being in a relationship with ellie williams. she didn’t like you at all, not in that way anyway. she’d probably make some comment like ‘hell would freeze over before i even look at you like that’. the two of you together would be a recipe for disaster. you literally despised each other. 

smoothing down your dress, you smiled at the mirror in satisfaction. you went over to your desk and sat down, getting ready to apply some light makeup.

hearing the door open and close, you assumed it was dina.

“damn, who died?”

your head turns and meets those stupid green eyes and that stupid smirk adorned with those stupid freckles that make your stupid heart race a little faster. god, you were so stupid. 

“ha ha, very funny,” you snapped, “what are you doing here, anyways?”

“dina doesn’t get off work for a couple of hours and i didn’t have jackshit to do, so i thought i would wait for her here,” ellie plops down on dina’s bed.

“hell, no. get out,” you demanded, pointing to the door. you really just wanted her to leave so you could let go of the breath you’ve been holding. it made you anxious being alone with her and the fact that she wore that stupid blue button-up that made her look so good didn’t make anything better either. 

“chill out, princess,” ellie said leaning back against dina’s head board, “you won’t even notice i’m here.” 

you huffed in frustration, trying to hide the crimson creeping up on your cheeks. you proceeded to get your mind off the brunette by continuing your makeup, intently dabbing your concealer in, and carefully curling your lashes. you pat your face gently with some powder and brush out your brows, once in a while looking to the side of your mirror, catching ellie looking at you before she quickly looks away, pretending to be on her phone.

“gettin’ all dolled up for your lil’ boyfriend?” she asks dryly, still looking down at her phone. 

“wouldn’t you like to know?” 

“please, do enlighten me, princess.” you swallow hard, “i’ll have you know that i’m going out with jacob anderson tonight.” 

“no fucking way, is that the shithead you’re seeing from pi kappa alpha?” she says, surprised with wide eyes.

“mhm,” you hummed in confirmation, still rummaging in your makeup.

“why am i even surprised, you did always gravitate towards the assholes.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”, you paused and raised a brow. 

“you go for assholes,” she stated, “do i need to spell it out for you?”

“jacob is not an asshole, he’s really nice.” you muttered, patting on some blush. “he’s hell of a lot nicer than you.” 

okay, you knew that was a lie. but you had to think of a way to get her off your back.

“m’yeah, i highly doubt that. he’s a fucking tool,” she says nonchalantly, “where’s he even taking you anyways?”

“he asked me to meet up with him at the frat house, we’re gonna watch netflix and eat takeout and stuff,” you admit. 

“you fuckin’ with me?” ellie looks surprised and almost pissed. 

“no, why would i?”

“are you serious? it’s pouring rain outside and he asked you to come over,” she points out, “the asshole didn’t even have the decency to come over here and walk with you himself.”

your eyes look out the window, barely registering the pitter-patter of the rain hitting your window. you didn’t even know it was raining and you wore a dress. your mind was so consumed with classes, ellie, clubs, ellie, student body, ellie, and ellie. the small details just flew right over your head.

you stay silent, and she just gives you a look. a look you couldn’t decipher.

“you’re a real piece of work, y’know that?” ellie retorts, crossing her arms. jesus, why did she have to look so good like that?

“what’d i do this time? please, share with the class.” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“you just go for guys who treat you like garbage or who’re way out of your league.” she argues, “they’re either too stupid or don’t give a fuck about you.” ouch. that kind of stung.

you close your eyes, waiting before answering back at her, “can you stop it?! just for once. stop judging every single thing i do.” you yell, exasperated.

ellie’s eyes widen and she lets out a laugh, which sets you off even more.

“you think this is funny? you always make some snide comment about me. i’m too high maintenance, i’m a teacher’s pet, i’m spoiled, i go after horrible guys—“ 

“because you do!” she yells back.

“and why do you care, ellie?!” you yell, becoming out of breath, partly due to the hard pounding of your heartbeat in your chest, “why do you care so much?

she goes silent. 

“god, you infuriate me, ellie williams.” you breathe out. you felt almost as if fire was igniting inside of you and your slow breaths were releasing the smoke. you close your eyes, attempting to calm down before opening them again and putting on the last finishing touches on your makeup. as you stand up grabbing your purse, and you hear ellie let out a heavy sigh. 

“you’re seriously still gonna go out with that fucking frat bro prick jacob anderson? after everything i said?” she snarks, “i thought girls like you were supposed to be smart.” 

“yea, as a matter of fact. i am still going,” you give her a mocking smile.

“why? so, he can fuck you missionary in the dark while he finishes in 3 seconds?” she lets out a harsh laugh, “how fucking romantic.” 

“again, why do you even care? you don’t even like me,” you counter, her head spins in your direction.

“who told you that?” ellie appeared angry, her eyes sharp and a serious tone in her voice.

“no one that matters.” 

there’s a pregnant pause in the air as if she’s hesitating to say something. 

“well, whoever the fuck they are, they’re wrong.” she confessed, her voice wavering.

“what do you mean?”

she sighs in frustration, running a hand through her hair before standing up in front of you. 

“i’m infatuated with you.” 

“huh?” you manage to croak out in shock. did you hear her correctly?

“yea. you heard me. i’m infatuated with you. you fucking consume every corner of my mind. every capacity of my being.” she comes closer to you, backing you up against the door, “you drive me absolutely insane.”

“then why do you treat me like this?” you ask, looking up at her with big, curious eyes. ellie’s eyes soften at you.

“because— i hate seeing you go on dates with those dicks who don’t deserve you. i hate seeing the way you dress in those short-ass fucking dresses and skirts for them. i hate knowing that they don’t even make you feel good. i hate that you waste your time on those assholes instead of—,” she breathes, “—instead of me.” 

you look at her, searching for any sign of doubt in her face. nothing. no. she couldn’t do this. she couldn’t spring this on you. she couldn’t act one way to you for months and then tell you something different the next.

“so what? you think you deserve me? you deserve my attention?” you snap ungraciously.

“as a matter of fact, yes. yes i do.” she whispers, getting closer to you. “you and i both know it,” her breath fans your face, “i’d make you feel better than any of those assholes could.”

you shift uncomfortably in your spot, pulling your eyes away from hers. 

“i can give you everything you deserve. i can give you everything you want.” she swears. “i can make your pussy feel so, so good, baby,” you can feel your wetness pool in your panties. 

“can make you whimper and moan,” ellie suddenly grabs you by the bare flesh underneath your ass, her warm hands hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around her waist. 

“jus’ give me a chance to show you.” she whispers lowly. you smash your lips onto hers, your hands holding onto the nape of her neck. you knew this was probably a bad idea, but god, the way her tongue felt in your mouth felt ungodly. her tongue rubbed against yours, exploring your mouth like it was something she was destined to do. 

walking towards your bed, your frame still wrapped up around her, she bent down to lay you on your bed. ellie pulled away from your lips and looked down at you, scattering gentle kisses below your jawline towards your neck, your legs still firmly wrapped around her figure.

with your eyes closed, savoring the feeling of her lips all over your neck, you attempted to put an end to this. “el, we can’t,” you nearly moan out.

“why? ‘cause of jacob?” ellie lets out an amused laugh, before pressing her lips against the weak spot of your neck, sucking on it. 

another moan vibrates through you, “god, ellie,” you let out meekly. 

“tell me to stop,” she commands, her lips moving to suck on the spot above your collarbone, the tip of her tongue gliding against your skin. don’t stop. 

“tell me that i’m wrong,” ellie murmured, “that i don’t deserve you.” you deserve me.

her fingers lift up the hem of your dress, exposing your stomach. her lips pepper sloppy kisses against the supple skin of your stomach, “tell me you don’t want me,” i want you, “that you don’t feel the same for me.” i do feel the same for you. 

“tell me, baby,” ellie kisses in the space between your breasts, “tell me you’re not mine.” 

your heart was beating in and out of your chest. this was it. this was your chance. getting an opportunity to be with ellie williams was a once-in-a-lifetime offer, and you weren’t passing up your dream girl. 

you grab her face, lifting her lips up to yours. “i’m yours, ellie,” you cooed, “i’m all yours.” 

leaning her forehead against yours, her lips curled into a smile, before pressing onto yours one more time. her warm hands rubbed against the skin on your waist, exploring every inch of warm, flesh. you whined against her mouth, wanting more. you needed more. you needed her. 

ellie’s hands trailed upwards, lifting the dress off you and discarding it somewhere in your room. she took this opportunity to pull away from you for a second, her eyes grazing your body. ellie found it hard to believe she was in this situation, with you underneath her, nearly naked and looking angelic. she took a mental picture of this moment, never wanting to forget how you looked at her— with love.

her fingers went behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall and tossing it to the side.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” she whispered, “you’re beyond anything i could’ve dreamt of.” 

your stomach erupted in butterflies, flushed at this newfound sweet side to ellie. her mouth placed sloppy kisses on your chest, sucking on the soft skin and leaving maroon-colored marks as a reminder of where she had been and where she belongs. 

she took your breast in her mouth, letting her tongue wrap around your hardened nipple. “oh my god, ellie,” you hissed. she smirked up at you, letting one of her hands massage and pinch on the other nipple.

“please, ellie,” you begged, “touch me, please.” 

she let out a sickening chuckle, the heat of her mouth fanning your skin, sending shivers up your spine. 

“where, sweet girl?” she said bringing her lips down to suck on your nipple again, “use your words.”

you bucked your hips up, “please, el, touch my pussy. pretty please.” you breathe out.

“ah, ah, ah, can’t hear you, baby.” she mocked, pulling her lips away from your now sensitive nipples.

“ellie, please,” you whined out, “i want you to touch my pussy. please.” 

she smirks, satisfied with where she has you. “that’s my good girl. how obedient, hm?”

she stands up, still in between your legs, and pulls your body to the edge of the mattress. her hands go to the waistband of your panties, using her fingers to ever-so-slowly peel them off of you. she was intentionally moving agonizingly slow. her hands caressed your inner thighs and calves, finally chucking your panties somewhere on the floor. 

“fuck, i’ve been waiting so long to do this,” ellie said, crouching down on the floor in front of you. you could feel her hot breath against your pussy, and you couldn’t bear it any longer. 

“please, i need you, el,” you beg, hoping for some relief. her hands lifted your thighs and placed them on her shoulders, her lips pressing soft kisses in between your thighs. she presses a kiss against your inner thigh, on your pussy lips, and then finally on your clit. 

ellie works slow and patiently, using her fingers to steadily spread your pussy lips apart and gather your wetness with her tongue. she uses one finger and inserts it inside you, eliciting a gasp from your lips. 

you throw your head back, “oh my god, ellie, yes,” you moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“look at you, getting what you want, you spoiled girl,” she mutters against your pussy, before putting her lips on your clit again, sucking on your sensitive core. her finger pumping in and out of you easily, the slick sound of your wetness reverberating throughout the room.

“you taste so fucking good, baby,” ellie hums against you, slurping up every drop of your juices. she adds a second finger, stretching you out a bit, but still sliding in and out of you with ease. 

her tongue flicking against your clit combined with her fingers fucking you was enough to almost send you over the edge, you cover your mouth with your hand, suppressing a loud moan that was tempted to come out.

“no, let me hear you, sweet girl,” ellie orders, “let everyone in this whole goddamn hall hear how good i’m fingerfucking you right now.”

you let your hand drop to your side, relishing in the ecstasy, and letting out a moan you were holding back.

“that’s my girl.” 

you hear your phone ring, knowing it’s jacob, probably wondering why you haven’t shown up by now. but here you were, with ellie, knuckles deep inside your pussy. 

she grabs your phone from the nightstand with her free hand, while the other is picking up the pace with her fingers, eliciting another moan from your parted lips, “hey fucker, leave a message. she’s busy right now.” 

you should’ve scolded her about how she answered your phone, but right now, any consequences you thought about vanished as she continued licking circles against your swollen clit while simultaneously curling her fingers up inside your leaking hole. 

“el—“ you barely choked out, “m’gonna— gonna—“

she kept the same pace, not for a second slowing down, “you gonna cum, baby? huh? you gonna cum for me?” 

you nodded weakly, clenching your pussy around her fingers and tightening your thighs around her head. 

“go ‘head, angel,” her pace never misses a beat, “show me who you belong to.”

your back arches off the mattress and you cry out, riding out your orgasm and letting your juices flow out of you. 

after cleaning your thighs with a wet wipe and towel, ellie comes up to hover above your face, planting a tender kiss on your lips. 

“is it too late to ask you to be my girlfriend?” she asks, letting out a sincere laugh. 

“i thought we already established this, idiot.” 

read part 2 here

[moonstruckme]

poly!marauders drabbles (2/2)

☁︎ = headcanon ✩ = 18+, mdni ♡ = mae's favs

Poly!marauders x stage actress!reader ☁︎

The boys' with a reader who's always cold ☁︎

They support your acting career ☁︎

The marauders x an introverted party girl ☁︎

They react to you crying over a movie ☁︎

Poly!marauders x reader who wasn't in primary school ☁︎

You want your boyfriends to take charge

You have chronic pain, and they know how to take care of you ♡

Slytherin!reader is soft only for the marauders ♡

Whimsical!reader totally knows Remus' secret

Your boyfriends worry about your clumsiness

They wrangle you after getting your wisdom teeth out ♡

Emt!marauders

You have health anxiety, and your boyfriends reassure you You take care of them, for a change They fret when you faint You injure your neck, and they're comforting Your boyfriends discover you in A&E They comfort you through a fear of throwing up They bring you home from surgery You hide a small injury from them They talk you through getting stitches They come to your rescue when you overheat They comfort you in the hospital Your cramps aren't cramps You have a migraine, and your boyfriends are dying to help They comfort you when you're terrified of needles Your boyfriends are soft and concerned when you're feverish You try to avoid them when you're hurt You pick Sirius up after he gets hurt at work They learn you're nursing a concussion They take care of visually impaired!reader They comfort you when you're injured and anxious They check on you when you're struggling with your mental health They come when you get in a bad car crash You have POTS, and they worry about you They patch you up when you scrape your knees

Poly!marauders x golden retriever!reader

The boys comfort you after you leave home

They deal with a drunk and horny you ♡

Remus and James put sun lotion on you and Sirius

The marauders comfort you when you're dealing with insomnia

They fret when you come home with a bruise

The boys best your poor appetite

They comfort you when you're grieving

Nb!reader gets top surgery (they're obsessed)

The boys talk you through a nosebleed incident

They're supportive when you quit smoking

Your boyfriends worry when you lose your voice

They respect your boundaries

The marauders calm you down when you're feeling anxious

The boys poke fun at you and James for being sleepy

They take care of you with a concussion ♡

Your boyfriends fret over your aching back

You and Sirius get home after a rough night

The marauders are protective when you're assaulted at work

They're infatuated with their goth gf

You and James cry during a film

It's your first sleepover with the boys

They fret when you have a cold

You're nervous about moving in

You're jumpy during a scary movie, and they're the worst

The boys comfort you over the phone

Your messy eating habits lead to...shenanigains

They argue that visually impaired!reader is more than enough

They're protective when you look hot(ter than usual)

You all miss James ♡

A tipsy you gets cuteness aggression

The boys support you when you're depressed

Sirius rips your tights

Poly!marauders and dirty talk ✩♡

They teach you to use your mouth ✩

You fall too deep into subspace ✩

Your boyfriends delight in your torment ✩

The marauders x inexperienced reader ✩

[lydiimae]

Masterlist

Updated May 27, 2024

| ☾ Smut | ♡ Fluff | ☁︎ Angst |

☆ Benedict Bridgerton ☆

Infatuation ☾

Adoration (Part 2) ☾ ♡

Jealousy ☾ ♡

Home. ☾ ☁︎

Beneath The Surface ☾

Guardian Angel ♡

☆ Anthony Bridgerton ☆

The stars, the moon ☾ ♡

Gentle ♡

Strains and Stresses ♡ ☁︎

Dividers by @/saradika (^-^)

[darkinfinity]

Happy 28! Here are all the fics I read and enjoyed this past month!

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Harry Styles begs to differ.

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Louis is a boy. He knows he is.

or the one where louis is trans and afraid, harry is cis and brave, and being 100% yourself is easier said than done.

☁ Wither & Bloom by @dizzy-pixie17 (E, 65k)

No one knows that legendary Harry Styles is an omega. The record label, the fans, and even his family have no idea, leading to a very isolated and very lonely life for Harry. He knows it's for the best. Otherwise, he'd never have the career he wanted and he contents himself in the knowledge that he's not the only one. But when Harry injures his voice during a performance, his manager hires a new vocal coach to help put him to rights. Cue Louis Tomlinson, the sweetest, sexiest, kindest alpha in the world, stepped right out of Harry's dizziest daydreams. While Louis tries to figure out why there's something so incredibly un-alpha-like about 'Alpha-King of Pop' Harry Styles, Harry is busy trying to control his omega's undeniable urge to throw himself at the object of his infatuation.

Amid an accidental misgendering, getting slick in public, tour bus snuggles with awkward boners, and unprovoked drops, Harry will have to choose whether he wants to keep living a lie for the sake of remaining in the spotlight or if he'll sacrifice everything to be with the man he loves… Assuming Louis ever comes back.

☁ Give me love by @falsegoodnight & @soldouthaz (E, 41k)

Despite being an omega, Louis’ always had a blatant dislike of alphas.

Or, Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

☁ Freeway of love (in a pink Cadillac) by @mizzhydes (E, 33k)

Louis was on his way to Miami to visit an old friend. Harry was going there for a little R&R and take in the sights and sounds. A sudden upgrade in seating brought these polar opposites together. The universe works in mysterious ways and they are unknowingly about to embark on an adventure they will surely remember for a lifetime.

Prompt 107: Sugar daddy AU inspired by this tweet: “going to sit next to the richest looking middle aged man on my flight and scroll through my nudes for three hours straight” with rich daddy Harry and bratty baby Louis

☁ this brokenness inside me might start healing by @loveislarryislove (T, 29k)

Louis grew up in a tiny town, where everyone knew everyone -- or at least, they think they do. Then he left, and became a successful singer-songwriter, a star that everyone in the country knows -- or at least, they think they do.

But when Louis returns home for the birth of his first nibling, he meets a librarian who doesn't know him at all. And that's all Louis could ask for.

☁ Cuddlebug by sun_flowr (Not rated, 19k)

When the call from the adoption agency finally calls, Harry and Louis are surprised to discover that they have been tentatively paired with a young pup named Rami, who suffers from a multitude of issues stemming from the abandonment he’s suffered. But no matter the challenges, they know they will do everything they can to care for and love this pup as if he was their own.

Prompt: a/b/o established relationship where they finally go adopt a child and find a toddler with touch depri/abandonment issues and they build him a nest and comfort him

☁ Stars will align for us by @2tiedships2 (Not rated, 15k)

"The serial monogamist is single," Niall said by way of introduction when he sat down across from Harry in the canteen.

Harry sipped his chocolate milk. "What are you going on about?"

"Your alpha dream boat," Niall said. "That tiny little footie player? I heard from Hannah that he's broken it off with his boyfriend so he’s single and ready to flamingle. Now's the time to make your move."

Harry sipped his chocolate milk harder to keep himself from replying.

Or the one where Harry is an omega at a loss of how to get past his pining and gain the attention of Louis…especially considering the alpha is always in a relationship.

☁ now i'm tracin' all my steps to you by @alwaysxlarrie (T, 5k)

Of all the things Harry was prepared for this summer, Louis Tomlinson and his wonderful, wonderful scent isn't one of them. It probably shouldn't be as shocking as it is that it makes Harry want to nest. There's only one slight problem -- Harry and nesting aren't exactly on familiar terms. At all.

This does not stop Harry from borrowing ("borrowing") Louis' things all throughout summer, though. Oops?

☁ Send me your pillow (the one that you dream on) by fairytalefemme (G, 3k)

Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.

Short fluffy o/o gaybo drabble with lots of cuddles and softness and sock stealing <3

[lockburn-castle]

⋆ ✩‧₊˚ ꜱᴠᴛ ʀᴇᴄꜱ ˚₊‧✩༘⋆

LEGEND:

⇒ 『✓』 - 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔡 (𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰) ⇒ 『📱』 - 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔲, 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔞𝔲 ⇒ 『 ☁ 』 - 𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣 ⇒ 『 🗣 』 - 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔶, 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔯 ⇒ 『 ⚠︎ 』 - 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱 ⇒ 『 ❣︎ 』 - 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 ⇒ 『 18+ 』 - 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 ⇒ 『 ➳ 』 - 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 / 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ⇒ 『 🕰 』 - 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔰 ⇒ 『 ⚛ 』 - 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

𖠋 do remember to read the warnings before continuing to read the fanfics!!

🍒 choi seungcheol 🍒

' THE WAY BACK ' - by @suhnshinehaos {✓, 📱, ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣} Remind Me - by @milfgyuu {☁, 🗣} yours, but not yours - by @yuzukult {☁, ⚠︎, 🗣, 18+} get you - by @yoongiseesawmp3 {☁, 🗣} GAME DAY - by @escapewriter {✓, 📱, ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣} His Hoodie - by @drunk-on-dk {☁, 🗣, 18+}

one-shots/time stamps

arcade - by @sweetiesicheng {➳, ☁, 🗣}

👼🏻 yoon jeonghan 👼🏻

DESKMATES TO LOVERS? - by @http-mianhae { ❣︎ , ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣} my guardian demon sucks at his job (not clickbait) - by @shuaflix {☁, ⚠︎, 🗣, 18+}

one-shots/time stamps

such a flirt ! - by @amateurasterism {➳, ☁} Girls Talk Boys - by @drunk-on-dk {☁, 18+} to you - by @shuahoonie {➳, ☁, 🗣} [ 12:02am ] - by @slytherinshua {🕰, ☁} worst neighbor ever (or is he?) ! - by @amateurasterism {➳, ☁} waterproof - by @husbandhannie {➳, ☁, ⚠︎} [11:23 pm] - by @jjuniehao {➳, ☁}

🦌 hong joshua 🦌 one-shots/time stamps

my home - by @shuahoonie {➳, ☁, 🗣} about you - by @shuahoonie {➳, ☁, 🗣} Smitten - by @slytherinshua {➳, ☁}

🐱 wen junhui 🐱 one-shots/time stamps

[ 9:43pm ] - by @slytherinshua {🕰, ☁}

🐯 kwon soonyoung 🐯 one-shots/time stamps

Photoshoot - by @slytherinshua {➳, ☁} my things and yours - by @husbandhannie {➳, ☁} [8:06 AM] - by @thru-the-grapevine {🕰, ☁} just a moment with you - by @husbandhoshi {➳, ☁, 🗣} [02:09 pm] - by @jjuniehao {➳, ☁}

🦊 jeon wonwoo 🦊 one-shots/time stamps

『 tomorrow 』 - by @genezpen {➳, ☁} chocolate rum cookies - by @wonwoonlight {➳, ☁} the regular - by @trblsvt {➳, ☁}

🍚 lee jihoon 🍚 one-shots/time stamps

[02:14] - by @kwanisms {➳, ☁} bags - by @cheolsblackgf {➳, ☁} Half-Baked - by @thru-the-grapevine {➳, ☁}

⚔️ lee seokmin ⚔️

Missing Pieces - by @escapewriter {✓, 📱, ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣}

one-shots/time stamps

and tomorrow we’ll begin anew - by @noramoons {➳, ☁} [20:40] - by @gyu-effect {🕰, ☁}

🐶 kim mingyu 🐶 one-shots/time stamps

restless without you - by @duhnova {➳, ☁} ♡ KICK YOU OR KISS YOU - by @alohajun {➳, ☁}

🐸 xu minghao 🐸

now or never - by @heartkyeom {✓, ☁, 🗣, ⚠︎ } ❝ academic infatuation ❞ - by @berriesandjunnie {☁}

one-shots/time stamps

Hot pot, flowers and fireworks - by @hongnanglen-arina {➳, ☁}

🍊 boo seungkwan 🍊

one-shots/time stamps

Mission Possible - by @thepixelelf {➳, ☁} 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - by @sungbeam {➳, ☁} ☆ OUR LUNCHBOX - by @odxrilove {➳, ☁}

🐢 choi hansol 🐢

LIE AGAIN - by @escapewriter {✓, 📱, ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣}

one-shots/time stamps

[𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟒𝐀𝐌] - by @sungbeam {🕰, ☁} The Valentine's Day Date - by @rubyreduji {➳, ☁} dropping you lunch at work - by @ssentimentals {➳, ☁}

🦖 lee chan 🦖

one-shots/time stamps

i like you - by @leejungchans {➳, ☁}

💎 ot13 💎

svt season's greetings - by @junkissed {➳, ☁} 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 - by @heavenshoon {➳, ☁} long distance relationships - by @wooahaes {➳, ☁}

𖠋 to be regularly updated!

part 2 -> here !

[daydreamingyuta]

Yuta as a Boyfriend

☁︎ He’s the softest boyfriend

☁︎ You two would take naps together all the time! 

☁︎ He could just sleep alone but he always sleeps better with you in his arms

☁︎ How he treats Mark is basically how he would treat you!

☁︎ He would love to play with your hair

☁︎ And have you play with his hair

☁︎ He would share his jewelry with you!

☁︎ He would love getting compliments from you

☁︎ You would make him feel really confident in himself because he takes all of your praise to heart

☁︎ He would always check up on you to make sure that you are treating yourself right 

☁︎ He’s completely infatuated with you

☁︎ Like he thinks everything you do is adorable

☁︎ He can’t get enough of you

☁︎ His random hugs!

☁︎ Like he would give the best hugs ever

☁︎ He would also hug you from behind and snuggle into your neck

☁︎ He would ask you to paint his nails!

☁︎ Loves to hold your hand

☁︎ He gets into moods sometimes where he literally always has to be touching you 

☁︎ Like he can’t stay away

☁︎ But he does know how to give you space because I think he’s a person that also needs his space

☁︎ He’s such a flirt when he wants to be

☁︎ He would love to show you around Japan and his hometown!

☁︎ Yuta would be so supportive of you!

☁︎ The best gift giver

☁︎ He would just be really thoughtful and intentional with his gifts

☁︎ Cute little walks in the park where he has his arm around you the whole time

☁︎ Would love it and be super supportive when you experiment with your hair/makeup/style

☁︎ His compliments that he would give you that are so sweet and so genuine

☁︎ He would always share his food with you

☁︎ He would randomly take your hands and start slow dancing with you

☁︎ He would look at you with heart eyes

[astariondiaries]

🥀 angst | ☁️ fluff | ✨ faves | 🔥 smut

🪐 already on notes | 🍂 to be read

Astarion 2

By littleenglishfangirl

I am not who I was 🍂 - Fragile Astarion

Goodnight, my love ☁️ - Astarion wants to go to bed, Tav is not quite on his side. He decides they need a bit of persuasion.

By leahsficemporium

Without Much Spoken 🍂 - During one night of your groups travels together, Astarion enters the room to find you overwhelmed and crying. Acting before thinking it through, Astarion comforts you.

By astarioffsimpmain

Consternation 🍂 - Astarion realizes that Cazador is no longer his worst fear

By newtabfics

The first time you held him ☁️

By charmandabear

Ascendn't 🍂 - I got mad when the game wouldn't let me hug him after the Cazador fight. So I fixed it. Plus a bit more steaminess in the graveyard scene.

By lets-just-daydream

I loved you first ☁🥀🍂 one | two | three | four | five | six - Your parents are making you marry Cazador because you're a lady and have no rights to an estate but you have a good dowry or whatever. But of course you're going to fall in love with our favourite vampire instead!

By justporo

fluffy headcanons 🍂

Astarion and cuddles ☁

Protective Astarion ☁️

First in my heart 🥀☁️✨ - when halsin tells tav he wants her (and Astarion) but you're in a relationship with Astarion so when you go talk to him about it he asks "But answer me one thing, this isn't because haven't.... you know... in a while"

At a point in time ☁️✨

Like a cat in the afternoon sun 🍂

Passionate kisses 🍂

Gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing 🍂

Ruffling Astarion's hair ☁

From the Touch of Gentle Fingers 🍂 - Astarion and Tav sharing a tender, vulnerable moment worrying what the future might hold.

The Push and the Pull 🍂 - Astarion and Tav having a heart to heart.

Dew Drops 🍂 - After Astarion has become free, he takes a moment to reflect and do something he'd never thought possible...

Affirmations 🍂 - the kisser proving the kissee that they don’t care who’s watching and that they’re proud to be with them

Evening Rituals 🍂

Silence ☁

By bakuliwrites

Just to be held 🥀☁✨ - Astarion and Tav share a quiet, peaceful moment together along their journey. Astarion learns that he is valued and loved.

By chervbs

undying devotion 🥀☁️✨ - you have a very limited time to free everyone, including duke ravenguard, from the iron throne. It seems easy enough until you realize you may not make it out before gortash destroys the entire prison, and you along with it.

By emofrogboy79

A Decadent Bath 🥀☁✨ - Inspired by the “cried (/pos) during a non-sexual bath with gf” reddit post

By bitesizedgremlin

Astarion and getting patched up and taken care of ☁️🥀

Advances ☁🥀✨ - Astarion with a reader that accepts his advances but doesn’t seek him out because they know that he’s only doing so for protection/convenience

First dibs ☁️✨ - maybe the reader always let's him have first dibs on whatever they find or even gets him new clothes.

By leighsartwork216

You hate me 🍂

The Sound of Being Loved ☁️ - some hurt/comfort, talk about The Scar™️

By lixlikes

You will know no greater peace ☁ - Comforting Astarion when he begins to disassociate during sex

By meowmeowism

Doing your hair 🍂

By theelfsongbard

Astarion has a Nightmare Drabble 🥀☁️ - based on a prompt where Astarion slips into a proper sleep when Tav strokes his hair instead of going into an elven trance.

By bdudette

Tender love ☁️🥀✨ - You hold such a strong, infatuated and gentle love for him. And you always loved showing it to him with a gentle and non-sexual intimacy. Astarion really can’t have enough of it.

By lendeah

Astarion has a nightmare in the Underdark. 🥀☁️✨

Three times you take care of Astarion and one time he takes care of you 🍂

By promtease

Astarion loves to take baths with you. 🍂

Clingy Astarion ☁✨

By master-of-junk

Touch starved ☁️

By xemdead

Aftercare ☁✨

By theobsessivesideblog

Trust Issues ☁🥀✨ - An anxious Astarion falls back into old patterns of behavior.

Hook Where it Hurts ☁️🥀✨ - Astarion finds himself Experiencing Emotions™ after a battle takes a turn for the worse.

By aurasyn

Open 🔥

By justanerdy-gal

"Do You Resent Me?" 🍂 - In which Tav wonders whether Astarion resents her for convincing him to choose to reject the Black Mass ritual and not Ascend.

By baldursgrave69

Nose kisses 🍂

Others

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven 🔥 | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen ✨ | seventeen

[yuumaiii]

"𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗." || Bkdk Angst.

Warnings: Bakugo swears a lot. Deku is sad. possible Krbk? Mention of Krbk. Insecure Deku. Jealous Deku. Bakugo is bad at feelings. Hurt/No comfort. Bkdk breakup. Mentions of cheating. Bakugo panics and says some things he doesn't mean. College au(?). I'm literally here to cause pain from my own suffering. <3

☁

The time was 2:35AM, and Katsuki Bakugo had still not returned to his shared home with his partner Izuku Midoriya, who waited in pure worry on their sofa, gnawing at his nails in the tense, dark silence of his home.

His attention was immediately snapped to the familiar tune of the front door opening, and he rushed to it in an instant, "Kacchan! Where were you? I was so worried!" He made a move to engulf his lover into a tight hug, but was promptly pushed away with a gentle shove.

"Let me get through the door first Deku, damn." Bakugo grumbled in tired, quiet tone.

With some awkward stiffness, Deku lowered his arms, and stood waiting for Bakugo to take his shoes off in silence.

When he'd finally kicked them off, he moved past Deku without even so much as looking at him, leaving the poor man standing there confused and ever so slightly hurt by his lack of action.

Sure he was used to Bakugo's coldness, he'd been dealing with it for decades, but his behavior was throwing him off tonight as it was a contrast to his not so recent change in attitude to his no longer just childhood friend.

"Kacchan..?" He called after him, following just a few feet after.

Bakugo stopped with an annoyed sigh, having just taken his jacket off, "Jesus, what now Deku?" He turned to face him.

Deku frowned, "I just.. wanted to know where you were? This is very late for you Kacchan," he glanced at the clock again, "I was worried.." His voice got quieter as Bakugo's tone made him rethink his worry and mistake it for overthinking.

"Yeah, well I didn't ask you to worry did I? And I don't need to tell you where I am every five minutes." He rolled his eyes.

"No, that's not what I'm saying-"

"My God can you just leave me the fuck alone?! You're so damn annoying, I just want to lie down and sleep and you're keeping me standing here with all your damn stupid questions!" He ran a frustrated hand through his spikes and turned to face a stunned Deku who dawned an offended frown.

"What the hell Kacchan?! Why're you yelling at me like I did something wrong?!" He laid a hand over his thumping heart as he took a step closer.

"'Cause you won't shut the fuck up!.. I swear, shit for hair would've never pushed me this fucking far." He curses the last part under his breath, but Deku hears it.

"Are you serious? Is that what your attitude is about? Kirishima? What, you wish it was him here instead of me?" Deku looks at Bakugo accusingly, causing another tired sigh.

"No- that's not what I said." He rolled his eyes again.

"But it's what you meant and feel right?"

"Dammit, you're putting words in my mouth, asshole!"

"I bet he was who you were out with, huh." Deku looks down and speaks with a significantly lower voice, an ever so slight tremble in his shoulders.

"Yes! Okay? I was! Happy?!" Bakugo gives in, waving his arms dramatically with emphasis.

"You've spent time with him every day for the past two weeks, Kacchan! You never make time for me! It's always him!" Deku felt tears gathering in his eyes, and felt all the more pathetic.

"Oh here we go again.. I already told you- I'm allowed to make time for him, he's my best friend!"

"And I'm your boyfriend! Maybe you should date him instead if you're that infatuated with him!" Their argument had turned into an all out screaming match, Deku could feel himself crumbling with each word that left either of their mouths. Not too long ago, they'd seemed perfect, the 'it' couple of all of their friends. But in recent weeks, with Bakugo seemingly choosing Kirishima over his own boyfriend, it had put quite a strain on their relationship, and Deku's resolve as a whole. All going unnoticed by Bakugo himself.

"Maybe I will." A sly smirk spread across Bakugo's face, "Maybe that's what I've already been doing these past weeks. Going to his house and fucking him stupid-"

A sharp punch to his jaw shut him up, and effectively landed him on his ass.

With wide surprised eyes, and a hand cupping his quickly bruising jaw, Bakugo looked up to see Deku panting, tears streaming feverishly down his cheeks. His own eyes were wide and glowing an ever so slight greenish blue, the familiar electric effects of OFA scattering weakly around his shaking body and balled fists.

Through sharp breaths and in an almost deadly quiet voice, he voiced, "I really hate you Kacchan." And without giving the blond any time to respond, he was out of the front door at a speed only his quirk could give.

In the silence of his now empty home and the sting of his swollen jaw, Bakugo was able to feel the settle of realization from his giant fuck up.

[tzuyusluv]

NCT Dream Disney AU

☁︎ Mark | Sleeping Beauty

read here

Title —> tbd

Summary —> Betrothed to Prince Mark of Sylvaine was your destiny since you were born. Though when 20 years of age, he’s cursed to fall asleep for hundreds of years or until true loves kiss. Now, are you positive that you’re his true love and that you can break the curse?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Renjun | Beauty And The Beast

read here

Title —> tbd

Summary —> Living in a small town as the only bookworm was terrible. You were constantly treated as if you were nothing more than a pretty face for your future husband. So when you run away and come across a cursed castle filled with talking objects and a beast, you find out that if the beast learns love, it will return the castle and its inhabitants back to normal. Will you be able to lift the curse?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Jeno | The Little Mermaid

read here

Title —> tbd

Summary —> After you see the Prince of Moshe and save him from drowning, you create a deal with the local sea witch. In exchange for legs, you will need to have the Prince fall in love with you, within a week. Will you be able to get the Prince to fall for you in such a short time?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Haechan | Mulan

read here

Title —> tbd

Summary —> When your family is disappointed in you for your distaste for marriage and sets you up with the local village boy, you cut your hair and run to the soldier camp. There you meet the general, Haechan. But why does your heart ache and your mind want to impress him when he expresses disappointment in your training?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Jaemin | Snow White

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Title —> tbd

Summary —> When your stepmother tries to have a huntsman kill you and he fails, she decides to poison you using an apple. You know someday your prince has to come, but what if he doesn’t?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Jisung | Aristocats

read here

Title —> tbd

Summary —> When a kind old woman take you and your three siblings in after your parents are murdered, she leaves everything to you four in her will, soon you realize that the butler is trying to kill all of you and become the sole receiver of it. After he throws you out in the harsh winter, you soon come across a man who offers to take you back. You become infatuated with him, will you be able to convince him to leave his old life and start new?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Chenle | Aladdin

read here

Title —> tbd

Summary —> Your only dream is to leave the palace walls and when you succeed, you come across a criminal who steals to survive. Deciding not to tell him you’re the princess, you soon grow a small crush on him. Will you be able to keep your secret and see him again? Or was it never meant to be?

Release Date —> tbd

©️ tzuyuluvs | Pease don’t translate, rewrite or blatantly steal any of my content.

[bubbleseo]

hello bella ! its jia (grossditz) here ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა i am on anon bcs this blog is a side one but i really wanted to tell you how honored i am that you possibly like my work !!! i remember that infatuation with matts arms post and it was the one to make me follow you! i am seriously a big fan of your work (and i hope my sincerity shows 🤍) anyways thats all i have to tell you ☁︎ pls take care of yourself today 💌💌💌

omg hiii! i love your work so much its insane. the matt's arms post was my first ever post and i can't believe you've been following me for so long! thank you so much for being so sweet and i would love to talk to you! feel free to send me a dm anytime <3

[csxu]

infatuated with a dream ☁︎

mindlessly dreaming

my traumatised life built you up on a stool

I am merely a child within myself

you were more a guardian than a lover

maybe if I wasn't ruined from a life of broken love and empty promises you'd love me how you love her

is it the way my skin crinkles? the fact that my body rolls in certain places? did you want me to dye my hair and brainwash myself that it would've been enough for you?

loving you is like licking honey from a roses thorns

I hate you, I hate that you don't love me, I hate that it'll never be me

I'm you're after thought, she's your every thought

the truth is I hate that I'd do everything I hate to just gain your approval

don't run back to me, please don't run back to me, I'll take you back because I hate me and love you

[marauderslupins]

Puppy love

Sirius Black x Reader

w/c 764

{ Sirius Black was a complete sucker for you and he didn’t care who knew it. He would do anything if it meant he could just sit there and stare at your pretty face for as long as you would let him }

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Sirius Black was utterly infatuated with you. You were well aware, he never closed his mouth long enough to keep it a secret, and the boy certainly wasn’t shy. Godric, the whole of Gryffindor knew about his large crush on you. But you had never allowed him to act on his feelings for you. The two of you weren’t together.

He was relentless when it came to his advances, despite the constant rejections he received. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy the attention, having someone so deeply in love with you and unafraid to show it made your heart flutter. Maybe at this point you were rejecting him just to see what other gestures he could come up with to try and woo you, and although that sounded horrible, he didn’t seem to mind.

It was never necessarily a problem, though it could be a distraction from things you were trying to focus on. Like now for example. You thought that in order to get your essay done you needed to haul yourself up in a corner of the library, Sirius usually wouldn’t be caught dead in a library, you weren’t even sure he knew where it was. It was a better option than the Gryffindor common room that was for sure.

Maybe it was the dog side of him, his animagus form that allowed him to sniff you out where he found you with papers sprawled on the table in front of you. He thought you looked adorable, eyebrows drawn together and eyes narrowed as you read over and over what you’d written as you tried to male some sense of it. It made him grin, genuinely grin out of pure adoration for you. He was in love.

He made his way over to the table and sat down with a cheeky look on his face, knowing it would rile you up to see him there. “Hi, love.”

You raised your head, shocked to see him sitting there. “What d’you want?” you whined. It wasn’t in a rude way or anything, you just assumed he was going to make himself known every few seconds. Whether it was a poke to your cheek or maybe a poorly drawn heart to your notebook to see you smile. “Nothing. Just want to admire your pretty face.”

You ignored the sudden heat fueling your body and diverted your eyes from his dark ones upon the new nerves you developed. Your voice came out quiet, barely more than a whisper. “Okay.”

The male didn’t even try and pretend he wasn’t watching solely you. He didn’t try to busy himself with any other task like reading or something similar where he would’ve occasionally glanced over at you. No, he just rested his chin on his hand and locked his eyes on your face. It was okay when you got so into your essay that you forgot about the intense stare, but every so often when you’d remember what he was doing, it was like you forgot how to exist normally.

“Sirius, I need to finish this,” you whined. He wasn’t technically doing anything, just staring at you with those dark eyes that were so hard to resist. But he was making you nervous. Every so often your eyes would flicker up to his love filled ones and get lost for a moment or two, it would bring a smug smile to his face that you wanted to wipe off. You couldn’t concentrate on what you were trying to do knowing he was watching your every tiny little move. “‘M not doing anything,” he stated smugly.

You sighed, placing your quill down on the table so you could move your full attention to him to complain. “I can’t concentrate.” You could see his lips form a pout rather than his typical cocky smile, his hand reaching over to tangle with yours. “But you’re so beautiful, just want to look at you.”

Your lip was tugged between your teeth as you tried to bite back a smile, enjoying the feel of his hand on yours. Neither of you cared who was witnessing the interaction between you both. He certainly didn’t care what it did to his supposed bad boy reputation that hung around the students of Hogwarts. “You’re such a sap, Pads.”

He nodded, not a single sense of doubt or denial on his face or in his tone as he answered you. “Only for you, love.” Yeah, Sirius Black was a complete puppy when it came to loving you, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it to anyone.

[st4rbwrry]

sketch.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

☁︎ summary; eren has ocd, and no, not the obsessive need to clean things. it’s a real condition that causes him to be obsessively compulsive over things, mostly women, in his case. he sketches women he's infatuated with, nonstop thoughts and a whirlwind of emotions. and when he sees you sitting alone in the museum, you become the next target.

☁︎ warnings; body obsession, praise, teasing, fingering, oral, cheating, breath play, dacryphilia, overstimulation, edging, angst, impact play.

☁︎ mocha’s note; very poetic if you will, lmao. this is crazy lengthy but I like it a lot. a lot of talk about art, aesthetics, obsession—sex lol. kinda got the inspo from the show 'you' so eren talks to himself a lot in his head. bold text is eren talking to himself. if it's italic then it's either you or me, the author.

☁︎ songs; still your best, giveon & you got it, bryson tiller.

    Clair de Lune, easily one of the most magnificent pieces he's ever heard. It was a rarity to hear music inside of a museum, at least to him. Usually there's heavy chattering and champagne glasses being filled. The sound peacefully strummed through his ears as he sat and admired a pretty portrait tall on the wall. Teal colored eyes skimming the thin rectangle below the art to read who it was created by; Pierre Auguste Cote. The Storm is the name, and it's absolutely enthralling. Oil paintings, specifically from the 18th century were considered gems to Eren. Although most revolved around the topic of eroticism, it's still art in his eyes. He loved that artists expressed themselves in graphic ways over the things that intrigued them. Much like him.

On sunny days like this, Eren liked to treat himself to nice walks, extravagant brunches or museum trips. He came here after breakfast, attired in a pair of light blue jeans, an oversized white Guess sweatshirt, the logo small in the front, and a pair Club C 85 Reebok's. He held his beige shoulder bag containing his sketchbook and other personal items as he made his way up to another floor, this part of the museum empty, all except for one person. A woman sat alone admiring a portrait; Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel created in 1847. He stood behind her, but as he slowly approached, without making it obvious that he was trying to check her out, he revealed more of her.

She was wearing a short obsidian blazer dress, silver jewelry sitting on the smooth tone of her brown skin, Eren raising a brow at the Saturn orb Vivienne Westwood necklace she wore, knowing that mainly from an anime he watched titled 'NANA'. He's sure it was expensive and rare now. Cool, she likes anime. Her hair touched her waist, styled in somewhat frizzy faux locs he grew enamored by. Her white painted toes are slipped into a pair of black stilettos. She looked like she had a wealthy life, though he wondered why this specific painting caught her attention. Did she relate to it? Was it just beautiful, or did she feel some sort of connection?

He couldn't hold back his curiosity, walking closer and standing nearby, staring at the same painting. She notices the man beside her, blinking with astonishment at his beauty. And wow, was he fucking godly. Mostly, she could see the sharp outline of his jaw, his clean and laid back sense of fashion, and his fawn long hair, some pulled up into a small bun on the back of his head. He had one of his hands inside of his jean pocket, focused on the same image she was lost in for a good five minutes now.

"He's an amazing artist," Eren speaks up, his deep voice startling you. Holy fuck. Then, you finally see his entire face, and he sees yours, and the feelings are mutual. Both of you are stunned by each other's beauty.

"Yeah," you trail off, unable to pull your eyes away from him. You don't mean to be rude, but then again, he's doing the same to you. My God, what a fucking Angel.

"Eren," the man says with a smirk. You shake your head, looking down at your bare legs. He's surely cocky. "You looked like you wanted to know my name."

"Y/n," you respond. "Since you looked like you wanted mine as well."

He chortles, shrugging his shoulders. "Can you blame me?"

"Thank you," you dismiss his clear flatter. "You look quite young."

Eren rolls his eyes. "Age ain't nothing but—"

"Nah, stop that," you laugh. Eren makes an elated expression from hearing such a sound, watching as you turn your attention back to the painting.

"Did I disturb your analysis?"

"Nah, no way," you wave off. "I'm a photographer. I've just always been amazed by people who can create images with just a brush. I know nothing about fine art."

"Some use their fingers," he twinkles his, catching the way you stare longingly at them. "When they use oil pastels."

You clear your throat. "Is that so?"

"Mhm hmm."

"You resemble him in a way," you say after a few moments of silence, and he's tilting his head to the side like a confused dog would. "His eyes are slanted like yours, not the same mint color, but they tell the same story."

"What's the story?"

You shrug, a smile coming on your face, giggling. So angelic.

"What? No symbolic comparison?" By now, he's taken a seat beside you.

"Nuh-uh," you roll your lips in. You cannot stop smiling. He's kind of making you nervous. "All I can say is that both of you have pretty eyes."

You want to say more. I know you have an explanation, don't lie. What do you really want to say? "I appreciate that. I'm surely no Lucifer."

Fiddling with your fingers, you try to figure out what else to speak of, feeling his intense gaze as you stare in another direction. What the hell were you still doing sitting here? Get up. But, you prolong the conversation.

"Um, you draw?"

You knew that, you saw the sketchbook in my bag. "Yes."

"Were you trying to find inspiration?"

"I found it," he licks his lips, eyes trailing from the patchwork tattoos on both your arms, your attention back on him until his eyes met yours again. "The Birth of Venus by Alexander Cabanel. It's on the upper level by the gift shop."

"Why that painting?"

"I like her dress," Eren presses a finger to his temple with a mischievous grin. "I'm thinking of recreating the image, that dress, maybe a copper shade. In the same French style."

"So you sketch women?"

"Mostly."

"Can I see?"

Eren scrunches up his nose. "I don't really share my work."

You pout. "Oh, come on. I'm not going to take photos of it. I just wanna see."

Of course you do. I'll let you see when the time is right. "Come over. Gotta give me a day or two, though. I wanna get this sketch ready."

Yes. It's what you wanted to say. A simple answer, yet incredibly ruthless. It'd be a crime to give him what he wanted to hear, and invoke your inner sin. You're not slow, it's obvious the two of you were sexually attracted to each other. But, it was wrong, especially since—

"Baby, there you are."

Baby? You're taken?

The look on Eren's face was nothing more than murderous, an eerie frown overlapping his features, emerald eyes reverting to the man dressed in all black. What makes him clench his jaw is how fast you stand to your feet to distance yourself, now realizing how up and personal you were with him. Eren scoffed, the man approaching you, arm locking around your waist.

Naughty girl. Flirting with me knowing you came here with someone else. He not satisfying you enough? That's okay. I'll fuck you soon.

"Hi," you hiccup, eyes wide. Your hand is over his, wanting to pull it off of you, avoiding Eren's judgmental glare.

"I found a steak house a few blocks from here. Already made reservations, so we have about fifteen minutes," the man presses his lips to your temple, and it knocks you out of your thoughts, humming and smiling up at him weakly. Your boyfriend's attention dart to Eren who's hunched over with his hand to his knee, body turned clockwise, a murky aura surrounding him.

"Who's this?" Levi asks, Eren standing to his feet at the mention of his presence. His height looming over both of you, Levi not much of a tall person, but still intimidating. His thick brows arch at Eren, but he's too busy watching you.

Why so shy now, baby? Look at me.

"Eren. We just met. He's an artist."

Levi gives a curt nod, digging into his sable leather jacket to fetch his cellphone, checking the time. He doesn't bother to pay Eren any more attention. "Well, let's head out. I made sure they had Cabernet Sauvignon. I know it's your favorite."

Dickhead, trying to flaunt his wealth. Eren hopes that's not the reason you're with him. Sure, he may have money. He may buy you nice things, take you on extravagant trips around the world—but was he there for you? Men like him only wanted a trophy to hold by their waist, a prize to mention to their colleagues while they work themselves to death in order to obtain the bank they want. When he does take you out, it's usually as an apology for not being around enough. Does he make you happy? Does he fuck you good? Do you cry more than you laugh? Tell me. I can fix it.

"Could you just call the chauffeur, please? I need to talk to Eren a little more."

His name again. Eren swallows as he hears it, Levi noticing your odd reluctance, prying his hands away gently. Making it less awkward by pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Sure," Levi drags off, your fingers running up the back of his neck, nails skimming through his undercut. He pecks your forehead, looking over your shoulder to stare at Eren once more, a deadpanned look the only last impression he gets. They share that glare; possession. Even if you were in his arms, he had no idea that you were itching to be in Eren's. Underneath him, in fact. Levi's slender eyes drift to yours once more. "Be quick."

"Let me guess, mafia leader?" Eren jokes as soon as Levi disappears.

You shake your head, flicking a few locs behind your shoulder before laughing. It sounded fake now, Eren hinting your nervousness and tensing his shoulders. Asshole had to cockblock. Now you're too scared to show your true self. Afraid he'll walk back in?

"I'm sorry, I should've said something about him," you fold your arms to hug yourself.

"Don't say sorry, he wasn't the main topic," Eren intakes a large amount of air, shuffling his bag on his shoulder. "If you still want to see it, come by whenever you want."

Your mouth falls agape. He doesn't care? You lower your head to stare at your stilettos. Don't do it.

"What? Scared I'll kiss you or something?" Eren chuckles deeply, the sound arising goosebumps on your arms. Goddamnit, everything about him was sexy. He's a crime, and you couldn't let him get away.

"Not at all," you up your chin. "Give me your number."

There we go, good girl. Eren bites his lip, reaching in his bag to rip a piece of parchment paper and jotting down his address. "What, no phone?"

"I only have a house phone. Cellphones are distracting to the mind. I prefer to be with my thoughts. Though sometimes they're overbearing."

"Why'd you say that?"

Eren shrugs. "I have OCD. And no, not the obsessive need to clean things."

"Oh," you frown with sympathy. "I know the actual condition. A lot of people don't understand how serious it is. Using it as a term to relate to their obsession to be neat is irritating."

"Exactly," Eren hands you the paper, his fingers touching your palm and for some reason you feel a spark jump in your chest, flinching from the mere interaction. Eren likes your reaction, so dulcet. "What's your favorite fruit?"

You blink, still admiring his hands. Veiny, big, warm. Wonder what they felt like around my— "Uh, pomegranates."

He lied. Eren made it up. The Birth of Venus wasn't located at the museum they were at, in fact, it was sitting in a museum that went by the name Musée d'Orsay in Paris. As Levi poured you a glass of wine from a crystal decanter, the booth you two had faced the blue ocean on the patio near the beach, nightfall cascading the sky, you were too busy studying the painting for this mysterious man's inspiration.

I like her dress, he said. She wasn't wearing one.

Copper shade? He had to have meant the pigment of your skin. Sly bastard.

"So, here's the thing. I'm leaving tomorrow."

Shoulders tense as soon as you hear him, your eyes drooping with annoyance, clicking off your phone and slowly setting it flat on the table, staring at Levi with an expressionless face, a sight he knew too well when he said something you didn't appreciate.

"Did you or did you not just get back?"

"I know, baby, and I'm sorry," Levi sighs. "It's just—I'm too busy to spend all my time with you."

"So you're saying I'm wasting your time?"

"Don't twist my words," Levi holds up his hand as a signal to stop. "What I'm saying is I have too much on my hands to be with you like I want. You know I love you, and I'd do anything for you. Right now I'm in a tight ass spot and too much is on the line for me to act like I'm in wonderland with you."

"That's not what I want to hear," you scowl, picking up your glass of wine, a part of you wanting to chuck it at his face. "What's the reason this time?"

Levi groans, anxiously fixing his diamond encrusted watch. He couldn't stand that look on your face; sadness. Maybe if he tried harder he'd never see it again. "I have to stay in France for a month or two."

Blunt answer. You remain silent as the waiter approaches with your food, Levi nervously smiling at the man and thanking him while your focus maintained on him, that blank stare always scaring him. Clearing your throat, you blink before folding a cloth across your thighs, picking up the silverware and cutting into your steak.

"Baby, say something," Levi clenches his jaw, not fond of the silent treatment.

"If it's business then I guess it's important, right? You do need to finish paying your mortgage for the loft we live in. Wouldn't want me on the streets, now would you?" You cock an eyebrow.

"No," he glowers.

"Mhm," you bite into your food. "And before you go, make sure to fuck me good, or else I'll definitely be unsatisfied. You hate to see me like that, right, baby?"

Pissed off, deeply so. You did so well hiding your anger at times Levi never noticed because of the fake smile you put on afterwards. Now he thinks you're cool because he said a few words to reassure you or bought you dinner. But if he truly knew you, he'd see it in your eyes. Every little sign was in the eyes. Happiness, sadness, anger, disbelief. And maybe it's because you were so mad that you didn't feel much for him after the two of you entered your home and he slammed you up against the wall, a hand around your throat as he kissed all his apologies into you. You felt numb, letting him do most of the work.

Dixon Ticonderoga was the only pencil Eren could use when sketching. He had an ashtray placed on the floor by his bare foot piled with pencil shavings. He turned the shaver atleast six times every time to get the perfect sharpness. A blank canvas sat before him on the light brown easel, getting comfortable in his usual spot by the bay windows on a plush celadon ottoman. He lit incense to calm himself, the smell of lemon needing to be the only scent he could sense while sketching. He was a very organized man. Proper etiquette since he was raised well by his mother. Super specific how he wanted things. He'd like to say his disorder played a part of it, but he's always been like this.

His loft was the embodiment of crafted to his neat preference. High ceilings and tall glass windows. He was on the highest level of the building, wanting to feel like a bird—free. Live plants scattered throughout the home, gray marble floors with not much furniture atop of them other than a king sized mattress with a fluffy white duvet, resembling clouds. His favorite thing was the dough-like sofa shaped like a pearpod from ICarly. Artwork scattered around the place, paint, pencils, chalk in corners. Some laying on the wooden coffee table he piled with magazines and a rolling tray of crystals. A square dark green CTRL rug of SZA's album on the floor in front of his door. There was a black spiral staircase that lead up to an attic with a window he liked to stare out to clear his head, not much room up there for objects, only this ottoman he currently sat on that he would travel back and forth. This was his sanctuary, the main place he felt comfortable in.

Brown. There were a variety of shades for it, different names. Copper, amber, chestnut, cocoa, chocolate. Eren only liked to use oil pastels, finding the shade closest to the tone of your silky skin. For the sketch, he wanted to draw you laying on a bed with creamy white sheets, like his, with vines wrapping around your wrists, some around your thighs and abdomen. Your eyes would remain closed, mainly because he couldn't take how seductive they were. Drawing your hair was probably his favorite part, the slight frizz of your locs intriguing to him. He wished there was a way he could incorporate the smell of your perfume onto the canvas, shutting his eyes to catch a memory of it.

The mating press, easily one of the most risky, yet exhilarating positions you've ever been put in. Each time it had your toes curling and eyes blurred into whiteness. Levi loved you this way, your thighs pressed flat to the bed with his wide palms forcing them down. Your knees are to your ears as your feet dangle by his shoulder as he tries his best to fill you deep with his cum, another reason why this was risky. He craved the intimacy of breeding, wanting you pregnant so bad even though it was impossible considering your infertility. At the same time Levi groans between your neck and inhales your scent, Eren can smell it too. That sweet aroma whisking over his nose like mist.

Eren throws his head back, clenching his jaw as if he could feel you wrapped around his dick now, your back to his chest as you hold onto his knees for support and bounce on him like a needy girl. His slender fingers clasping around your throat as he pants against the crevice of your neck and ear. The image is so vivid, he swears he shifted into another reality, more like your room.

Tears are leaking at the corner of your eyes, vision too blurred to clearly depict the image of your boyfriend's face, whining each time he thrusts his hips, brutally holding the vibrating wand between the two of you directly on your clit, unable to take much more. Between your impaired vision, you swear the black hair he has appears longer now, those once gray eyes turning teal, darker even. As he gets closer, your eyes widen as he brushes his lips over yours, moaning your name, noticing that familiar bun on the back of his head. Eren. These sudden visions had to be influenced by the alcohol you drank, otherwise you were just point blank crazy seeing him instead of Levi.

"What a pretty view," Eren grins after locking his lips with yours not long enough, throwing his head back while the apple in his throat bobbed as he swallowed, that smile fading into an open mouth and curled up expression, hitting his sharp hips harder until you're jolting beneath him. His eyelashes are long and pretty, delicately kissing his cheekbones as he closed his eyes.

You stretch your hand to touch him, to test if what you're seeing is real. But his hand grabs your wrist and pins it flat to the bed, those damned green eyes of his back on yours, tiny follicles of hair flowing over his forehead. His scent is the same as earlier, body completely bare of hair other than his head, obviously. There's a few bracelets on the wrist of his hand he's using to entrap you. His lips are full and swollen, bitten red. He leans forward until his face is hovering yours, licking his lips and humming.

"I won't tell if you won't."

"Eren."

Eren. Fuck, don't say my name like that. It's wrong, it's so wrong to think of another man fucking you in the presence of your boyfriend. Did I say his name aloud? At this point you're not even sure, profusely blinking your eyes to reveal Levi's face again, sadly. No, don't be a bitch. You known damn well this man was attractive, it's just a matter of lost desire. You don't crave him anymore. You wanted someone else, you needed someone new. And there was only one person on your mind who you knew could satisfy that affection. A loud breath leaps out your chest as Levi lays flat against you, gripping onto his hair as he weakly stirred his hips, his lips sloppily kissing at your neck enough to make you reach your orgasm.

Eren huffs, staring at the ceiling with a pencil between his teeth, trying his best to ignore the hard-on in his pants. Pomegranates, was it? It was your favorite fruit. Good to know.

•••

Levi was never the best at goodbyes. He has this routine where he leaves a bouquet of red roses on the bedside table, kisses your cheek, and leaves with luggage in his hands without another word. You're almost awake every time, feeling his lips on your temple softly, always hurting your heart. But this time, you felt nothing. Rays of sun cascade into the open area of your shared loft, naked body buried into the gray duvet you stretched underneath. Tired eyes shift over to the roses, a pink card sitting beside it. Why should you read it? It says the same thing every time. I love you. I'll miss you. I'll call you every chance I get. See you soon, baby.

Ignoring your thoughts, the sudden blare from your phone has you jumping, the ringer too damn loud it almost gave you a migraine. Groaning, you retrieve the cellphone laying right beside you. Levi must've put it there. That's probably him calling now. Sucking your teeth, you flip the phone over the read the contact. Eren. You called yesterday to save your number on his phone, quickly answering and holding it to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Yo, it's Eren. Can you talk right now?"

What are the odds. "Uh, hi. Yeah."

Eren chuckles. "Your voice sounds groggy, did I wake you?"

"No, I've been up for a few minutes."

No, you've been screaming. Guess someone had it good.

"Listen, my schedules pretty clear today. I hope this doesn't seem intrusive but, maybe you should come over."

You swallow. "Mine too. I mean, I'm free."

"So that's a yes?"

"Mhm," you smile, picking at your industrial piercing. "I just have to make one run today, and I'll be there."

"Say less. See you, y/n."

"See you."

You were acting like a teenager, hanging up the phone and pressing it to your chest, smiling like an idiot and kicking your legs underneath the covers. Not once did the consequence of cheating cross your mind. Is it because you had no feelings for Levi anymore? Even so, it was still wrong. A part of you had to know that. For now, you'd rather focus on the goal you had for the day, and that was seeing Eren. Stretching your limbs, you prepare yourself for the day, playing music that surrounds the loft and strutting to the shower, lathering your body well, using your favorite TreeHut sugar scrub and topping that with cocoa butter after you dry off.

You didn't want to be overly flashy, deciding to go for a plain dark brown midi dress that strap went over the back of your neck, wearing matching fuzzy socks and your black pair of Black Cat Retro 4s. Jewelry was limited but never forgotten, layering gold necklaces and slipping on a ring or two, face and ear jewelry usually always on. On top of your head was a brown monogram Dior headband. Grabbing any black shoulder bag and spraying yourself down with the Lazy Sunday Morning Replica perfume. Before you headed straight to Eren's, you stopped by the best bakery in town, picking up a personal sized strawberry sponge cake.

Pretty Little Bird by SZA is the sound that fills your ears the moment Eren opens the door to reveal your sight. A precious gift for him. Teal irises scan you from head to toe, tonguing his inner cheek. He doesn't look so bad himself, dressed in beige pants, and an oversized black New York Yankees shirt, feet in black socks since he's home. He has a few gold rings on his left hand, right wrist decorated with all sorts of bracelets. His hair is in the same style you saw yesterday, assuming that's his signature. He smelled really nice, so nice you wanted to hug him to incorporate the scent onto yourself. As if he read your mind, he leaned in to embrace you, his hand low on your backside and yours over his broad shoulders.

"Hey," he lets go, opening the door more for you to step inside, looking at your ass as you step out of your sneakers. "You look pretty."

"So do you," you say, too busy glancing around his home to notice how hard he's staring. But you felt it. "I fucking love your house."

Eren likes the praise. "I appreciate it."

"Oh, here you go," you give him the clear plastic bag you're holding. "It's strawberry sponge cake. It's a thank you gift, I guess."

"For what, babe?" He asks, genuinely curious. The name slips out by accident, yet he doesn't apologize for it.

"My painting I'm dying to see," you grin knowingly, Eren sighing, figuring you'd find out. He did make it a little obvious. Someone did their research.

"Smart girl," he winks. "Thanks for the cake, you didn't have to. Strawberries are my favorite."

"Mine too, so it's no problem."

"Come, take a seat." He's guiding you towards the living room, turning his music down a notch to let you know he had all your attention. He has two beige beanbag chairs that, ironically, got delivered today.

"Was the commute troublesome? I know traffic is a bitch on Friday's," he asks, setting the cake on the table.

"Nah, I don't live that far. It only took about twenty-five minutes. I parked by that ramen place around the corner," you point, getting comfortable.

"Ah, okay," he nods. "Did you eat? I can order something."

"I'm okay," you smile sweetly. "Don't edge me on, I wanna see the sketch."

You noticed, huh? He chuckles. "I'm not, I was letting you get comfortable first."

"Yeah, alright," you joke, playfully waving him off.

A part of him wants to bring up Levi. Whether you told him a lie to where you were, and how long you'd be gone. But, he wouldn't push it. If you wanted to tell him then you would. If he cared about what the man would think if he found out you're with him, then he would've never invited you over. Eren didn't care, and neither did you from the looks of it.

"Close your eyes," he says. "No peaking."

You softly chuckle, bringing your hands up to cover your eyes completely. Eren carries the white canvas over to where you sat, crouching down in front of you, sitting it straight up. "Be honest with me if you like it or not."

What did he expect you to say? It's horrendous, maybe you should take some lessons? Stick figures were all you could create, and seeing his work before you had you truly hypnotized by the beauty of it.

A self-reflecting imagine, literally. There you were, a duplicate of yourself within the portrait staring down at you as you lay on pearl silky sheets, body bare all except for the streams of black vines curling around your ankles and torso, locking you to the bed. You had one hand between your thighs, neck turned to the side with your eyes draped shut, mouth agape with pleasure bewitching you. Your other self hovered above you, her skull split in half, out pouring little clouds, crescent moons, and stars. Her irises were pitch gold and wide with entrancement, and so was the dress submerging her curves, riding off her ass to some extent. In her hand laid a pomegranate, dripping juices into your open mouth.

"Eren—what, I—" a hand covers your mouth, gawking at the image in awe. "Shit, it's beautiful."

I knew you'd like it. "Thank yourself, without you the image would've never prospered."

"Stop," you whimper. "I'll cry. This is literally the cutest thing."

"I wouldn't say cute. Maybe sexy," he banters.

Sucking your teeth, you skip past his antics. "What's the title for it?"

"Haven't come up with one."

"Make one," you smile at his sudden scowl.

"I'm the worst with titles," he taps his foot, now sitting across from you, jaw clenching as he chews his gum, swaying his legs inward and outward. "Woman of Celestial, Sin to Chimera, Astral, Seventh Heaven, Orion's Belt, Pipe Dream—"

"Okay, enough," you hit his leg, the nonchalant expression he had while spewing out titles aimlessly made you get that he really didn't care about one. "Explain the pomegranate."

"Well, it's kind of your favorite fruit or whatever, the fruit itself really doesn't hold much meaning to the art. In Greek mythology, pomegranates symbolize beauty, fertility, and eternal life."

"Well, I'm infertile."

"Shit," he frowns.

"It's fine, I'm not a big fan of children. I prefer to be the rich auntie with no kids of the family."

Eren laughs. "I love a funny woman."

You lower your head, trying to hide it in your hair so he wouldn't notice how cheeky you were, eyes lingering on the canvas in your lap longer. "I'm still in shock that you captured my entire face with only one day of seeing me."

"Photographic memory."

"Have you always been that way?"

"Well, I started drawing when I was ten. Around that time, the drawings I made were a bit too detailed for a ten-year-old to make. I used to draw whatever I would hear; arguments, movies, pornography—only that started around sixteen. What I would hear would turn into a creature I associated with the sound. Since I have an compulsive disorder, my mother paid for a therapist I could talk to just in case I was feeling too much—burying too many things I wanted to say but couldn't."

"Is it still as bad?"

Eren breathes in. "I would say so, yes. The things I hear are now only in my head. There's another voice other than myself who's like me, but he's super obsessive which causes his traits to incite my actions. I try hard to fight it, but sometimes it can be—"

"Overbearing," you say.

He nods slowly, picking at a loose string at his shirt nervously. "Yes."

"I'm sorry you have to go through that."

Eren shakes his head with a laugh, touching the side of your cheek, trying to lighten the mood. "It's alright. It's not as horrible as you think."

He's lying, he has to. Why would he tell you the truth knowing his plan for the next fifteen hours?

"It sucks that their aren't many Greek paintings of black women—considering the circumstances. I'm in awe of the style."

"Now there is. You're the blueprint," he takes the painting from you, hoisting it back up onto the easel. "It's yours to have. I just have to varnish it."

You pout. "Seriously?"

"Yes," he has a lopsided grin. "You're very special, you know. I never give my art away to just anyone."

"I think this is the best gift I've ever gotten. Thank you, Eren."

"Your boyfriend only giving you diamonds?" He arches a brow. Yeah, he wanted to target this topic.

You bite your lip, knowing this was coming. God, why now? "Gonna criticize me for being with someone like him?"

Yes. "Nah, I'm just curious."

"At this point I think he's just someone who's apart of my life. Don't judge but, he was a friend of my father's, they used to work at this big company together until the CEO got indicted. He sort of became my sugar daddy, only helping me out money wise before it became anything sexual. We've only become official for about a year now."

"Please don't tell me he's pushing fifty," Eren cringes.

"He's forty, so I guess."

Baby, do better. "Ah."

"Older doesn't always mean maturity, stability, or the ability to fully commit—and I think that's my issue with him. At first I wanted someone older who had their shit together enough to take care of me. But real life happens. He works so much to do these things for me that we have limited time to spend together. I feel like I'm not in love with him anymore—uninterested, if you will."

Eren pinches his bottom lip. "Have you told him?"

"I can't. He knows how much I hate it, and he tries to reconcile with me about it with gifts, sex, trips—only its not enough. I don't crave the sex anymore, nor his affection. In a way, I feel like I'm trapped. If I leave him, I'll hurt him. But I'm not satisfied by my life with him. I want my own life, my own responsibilities, myself."

"Be a big girl, get your shit together and set yourself in the right path. You can still have love for him, but learn to love other people that might be able to show you what true love feels like. Somebody that gives you attention, doesn't leave you in the dark. Focus on you, your photography. Relationships aren't needed to be happy. Enjoy yourself first."

"You're right," damn, he's really right. It's a shame you needed someone to throw the obvious in your face just for you to get it. Another man, at that. A man who you also wanted to have a relationship with, and not just cordial. "I really need to stop depending on others to make me happy."

"It's okay, we all have those downs," now he's moving closer to you, removing the plastic lid off of the strawberry cake on his coffee table, scooping some of the whipped icing and bringing it to your lips. Mindlessly, your lips part, Eren's gaze stagnant on your hot mouth, plump lips covering his finger slowly as the two of you stare quietly. You suck gently, Eren pulling his finger away and cleaning up some icing that touched his knuckles with his own mouth, taking his old gum out and tossing it inside the bag.

Huh? That was bold. He's licking his lips, scooping more with two fingers this time, and just like a pet would, you accept, Eren whispering, "Just realize your worth."

They're going deeper now, your jaw slacking and your hand clasping at his shirt, moaning angelically. So fucking pretty. He's gently twisting his fingers in your mouth, stroking your tongue with his brows furrowed in concentration. You're submitting so easily it's nearly embarrassing, for you, that is. He's living his life.

"My fault," he finally pulls them out, yet again, obtaining more icing, a small accident happening when the cream falls onto your cleavage, your breath hitching as his brown hair brushes your chin once he leans forward to kiss it clean, mouthing at your chest wetly. "I just can't refrain myself anymore."

You whimper from his touch, gripping at the back of his sweater out of shock. Your clit throbs ridiculously as his slender fingers grab either side of your hips, indenting the pads of them deep, kissing further down. You're still on your knees, so he does his part and pulls them open making you sit and eventually lay onto the beanbag chair the lower his mouth gets to your breasts. Your eyes stay focused on him, Eren reciprocating the contact, reaching one hand up to slide the top of your dress to the side, mouth clamping around your nipple without another thought, unoccupied hand soothingly massaging your outer thigh.

"Shit," you mewl, his tongue flattening hard on your sensitive skin, groaning before flicking the bud, positioning himself between your thighs to teasingly grind his bulge against you, dress riding up enough to do so. You're arching your chest into him, Eren's attack achingly slow, pushing his hips forward to force another sound out of you.

"Let me guess, you're too sensitive here, huh?" Eren breathes over your nipple, tracing your brown areola with the point of his tongue, waiting for your response. Your face is hot, skin burning with desire.

Somehow, you gain sanity to laugh. "Very sensitive."

"Enough to make you cum?" He stares you down.

You swallow, biting your lip and nodding. "Mhm."

"Fuck," he moans, the raspy noise making you squirm beneath him. He doesn't say anything else after that, exhaling after he pulls away from you, tugging you upward by your hips to bring you to his waist where you locked your legs around. Eren stands to his full height, wide palms on your ass he secures you with as he walks towards the bed.

Crave was more than just a word; the emotion itself intensifying its own meaning. It radiates within the veins in his body like a vibration, a magnet almost, drawing him closer to you. Your smell, the softness of your skin, your hair, those fucking innocent eyes of yours though he knew you were anything but. The temperature of his body drastically rises, Eren stripping himself of his remaining clothing pieces in front of you as you lay on his bed with fascination.

Both of you are observing each other, equally stripping naked without a word said. It has your heart racing with excitement, batting your eyelashes up at him once he levels his face to yours, stopping your hands from removing your panties, so close you could breathe against his lips. His veiny hand roughly tugs them down your legs, clenching his jaw as he feels some of your slick touch his knuckles. He flings the material aside, your body bare aside from the jewelry on your skin, the only thing on him being his briefs where you could clearly depict the outline of his dick.

Eren draws his knuckles to his lips, sucking your arousal off his skin, swallowing, moaning. The action makes you throb, Eren clasping his hand around your throat before interlocking your lips, aggressively kissing you to make you taste yourself. You whimper into his mouth, lips smacking wetly, leaving you high and enticed after he pulls away. Fuck, that was too good. Although he kissed you for only a few seconds, you swear it's the best you've ever had.

"Pretty as fuck," is what he says after getting a good look at you, memorizing every beauty mark, curve, tattoo, piercing, or scar. If only the blush was noticeable on your skin, he'd see you were red as a tomato. His dilated pupils flicker over every inch of you, rough hands smoothing around your skin, delicately groping everywhere.

He turns you so you're face down ass up, arching over you to pull your hair aside shielding your angelic features.

"Spread them open," it's obvious what he meant by the starved gaze he has, reaching behind yourself to spread your cheeks apart, hearing how wet you were and the stifled groan Eren construes.

"You have pretty nails," the compliment makes you arch a brow before giggling, shoulders denting the mattress while your head turned to study him. He liked that you were greedy to watch him. Good, drink in every last fucking thing I do to you. Though, the view dissipates as he lowers his head to your drenched pussy, gaping in awe at the view.

"Fuck, you're so cute," goosebumps cover your body as you feel his breath against your clit, Eren purposely hovering his open mouth over your pussy, teasing you, leaving you begging for more. He easily makes your eyes roll back, a shaky moan faltering as he wetly kisses the back of your thighs passionately slow, making out with every inch of you, trailing his mouth up to your hips that jitter from the action. They're snaking up your backside now, Eren's nose squished on your back as he intakes your sweet smell while kissing up your spine—a fucking trip.

"Mmm, shit," you gasp, rocking your hips midair. Eren grins on your back, making his way back down to repeat his motion, this time kissing everywhere but where you needed him. His lips are so fucking soft, that's one thing you gathered. Using that weapon to suck your pussy lips gently, occasionally latching his mouth around your clit, but only for a second. Repeating this, again and again. Breathing, sucking your clit into his mouth to give you that sensation temporarily before releasing.

He's admiring you, it's clear as day. Eren is utterly infatuated with every thing that you are. He's relishing every second, touch, moan, eye roll, tense you create. You are artwork to him. Taking his middle and pointer finger, he collects the arousal dripping down your legs with fascination, catching it before it runs too far, slipping them between your folds before dipping them into your hole. It's like he's a virgin who's never seen pussy before. Taking both of your wrists and pushing them away, they drop sapless to the bed. Eren's dick jumps the instant you scream into the duvet, gripping the sheets as he attaches his mouth entirely around your pussy, sucking, fucking his fingers deep and maneuvering his tongue wickedly, your arousal coating his chin as he sloppily eats at it.

"Nng, baby," you squeal, pupils turning white as you fuck his face, rocking your hips back and weeping. "Yesss, right there."

He swears you make the most sultry sounds, your mouth drying from having it agape for so long, seeing your reflection in the gold oval mirror on his floor not far from his bedside, the small bun on the back of his head pulling loose, hearing the lewd noises of him slurping contently, his head bopping the longer you shook your ass back against his face. When he spanks you, it makes you clench the sheets harder, burying your face in the fabric to cry into. There's no way he should be this fucking good. He hits you again, groaning, the butterflies swimming in the pit of your stomach.

To your dissatisfaction, he stops abruptly, and he can tell that you hate that by the way you groan and stretch forward to lose your posture, hips stuttering. He doesn't allow that, hooking his forearm over your stomach and positioning you back to regain that arch he loves.

"Don't sound so disappointed," he snickers, liberating his aching cock from his briefs, the heavy anatomy slapping against your ass once it springs free. He's bare like you are now, fisting himself and gathering all your juices onto his tip. "Give me that pillow."

Lifting you face, you sniffle, reaching forward to drag one of the pillows closer to you, Eren leaving it in front of you, leaning over to rest his forearm around your collarbone, somewhat in a chokehold while nestling his chin within the crevice of your shoulder and neck, keeping your arms still as he gripped onto the pillow in front of the two of you for balance. His breath fans over your earlobe, kissing your cheek before inching his hips back only a little for room to slip inside, rolling his eyes back the same time you did.

You can feel his erratic heartbeat on your back, the coconut fragrance from his long hair, the comfort being trapped beneath him, his arms big enough to cradle you and make you feel small. It has you shaking, too overwhelmed with pleasure, contentment. Good thing he has a lock on you so you wouldn't fall forward, scratching at his thigh beside you as he turns your face his way to kiss you. Why is this man doing this to you? Making you feel loved? Or maybe you're just easily enthralled.

"Can you feel it? It's right in the middle, there. I can feel it, baby. And here?" He trails his hand underneath you, gently pressing at the bump in your stomach, your hand laying over his, whining as he rolls his hips. "Practically apart of you."

"E-Eren, fuck me—I want it," you sob, trying to rock back against him but his weight is making it difficult to do so.

"I want it too, in fact," a tiny gasp escapes your throat as he pulls halfway out while gritting his teeth and catering to your needs, snapping his hips. "I need it."

Eren questions the same thing; who and what are you? Is it possible for him to feel this fucking elated? The wood from the platform beneath his bed creaks as he makes a steady pace for you to adapt, not wanting to hurt you. He's confident enough to say he's packing. His tongue is in your mouth, heaving as he thrusts and your ass claps onto his abdomen, your eyelids fluttering, raining expletives he couldn't believe you had such a dirty way with words.

"I can go deeper," you bite your lip and scrunch up your face after he licks behind your ear. It's true, he's only halfway in, but you swear to god it feels like he's buried in it. "But that's all up to you."

"Deeper," the request has him smirking.

"I don't know," he sings teasingly. "You sure?"

"Yesss, please, Eren. Deeper," he can tell you're near your breaking point. Hmm, Levi must be doing the opposite if you're this vulnerable.

"Fuck, don't say my fucking name like that," Eren growls, lifting his chest away from you and grabbing your arms, pulling them straight behind you and taking hold of your wrists, your fingers entangling the black bracelets he has on his wrist while your head hangs low. You choke as he fucks you hard, rolling his hips and hitting deep into you, your whines music to his ears. Some of them could pass as pornographic.

"Baby," you cry, Eren cockily sticking his tongue out before swiping it over his lower lip, brows furrowed. Now you're calling me baby.

He feels you forcing the grasp he has on you, trying to tug him forward so his weight is back on you. He gets this instantly, letting you pull him close after a tiny 'come back' and releasing your arms. You push the pillow away, laying flat while he lays on top of you.

"Stay here," You reach behind yourself to grip at his hair, Eren moaning from the feeling, liking it a little too much.

"Fuck, you're trying to kill me," he chuckles, and you giggle, Eren trailing his hand beneath you to arch your ass a little more while pressing his fingers against your clit, rubbing circles and slamming his hips harder, the breath being knocked out of you. He's so heavy above you, making it inescapable, but you love it so much. This lock you have on his hair tells him that you don't want to let him go, and he's fine with it.

Suddenly, a prolonged scream you make scares the shit out of him, but for some reason, he doesn't stop his hand movements. When you pant out 'faster' and you're clenching down on him it's nearly unbearable, he got the hint that you came, eyes widening at you with fascination, holding himself up with his hands on either side of your body flat on the mattress and fucking you through your orgasm. You're immobile, trembling and burying your face into the sheets, stretching your arm behind yourself to hold halt his thrusts, needing to rejuvenate.

"You're so loud," he gapes at you after turning you on your back, your eyes hazy.

"Is that bad?" You cover your mouth.

"No, not at all," he laughs, moving your hand to give you a chaste kiss. "Had me scared for a minute. Thought I ruptured your cervix."

"Shut the fuck up," you palm his face to push him away, but he brings you along with him as he falls on his back. Now you're above him, catching your breath and smoothing your hands up his chest. He's reverted back to his situation, looking up at you, watching as you entwine your fingers with his, holding both his hands for balance.

"Sink on it," Eren urged, freeing one of his hands briefly to position his shaft where it needed to be, elevating it so you can slide down without hassle. "This is your dick, fuck it how you like."

Nodding, you roughly bring to his hand back to hold, sinking down on him fully while sucking in a breath, hissing from the stretch. Eren almost arches his back, curling his neck as he groans, shuts his eyes and throws his head back, mumbling a small 'fuck me.' You're clamping around him so tight, and you're wetter which doesn't help his sanity. Pleased by his reaction, you rotate your ass, slowly grinding and clenching purposely to watch him unfold. He's squeezing your hands, mouth ajar as he proceeds to admire just how good you fuck him, lifting your ass and slamming down.

"Baby, don't—ahh," Eren erupts a high-pitched whine, and it stuns you, this submissive side intriguing to see. Grinning, you pin his arms above his head, Eren looking at you with confusion before you rock and fuck him so good he's babbling his words.

"Just like that, mamas. You're making me feel so fuckin' good right now," Eren hisses, turning his head to the side to look behind you, loving how your ass moves like water.

The nickname he gives you makes you hotter, cursing at him through a whimper as you lay your cheek onto his shoulder, letting his wrists go and wrapping your hand around his neck, Eren's hands back on your ass he smacks repeatedly. One of your legs lay straight while the right leg curled upward by his waist, still fucking him in your own fucked out state. Eren has a habit of kissing you, barely thrusting, not really needing to since you got it, mouth all over the weakest area of your body; your neck. Out of immense pleasure, you grind faster, Eren detaching his mouth and cursing, face contorted as his hands hover over your ass, observant.

"Noo, stay by my neck," you plead, Eren granting your needs, bringing one of his hands up to grab your chin and upturn it, sucking, nibbling, and moaning against your neck. It always does the job, and you alarm him of your next orgasm, Eren holding you down and lifting his hips to take over.

“Yeah, baby. Cream all over it," he loves the way you fuck him back as he's fucking you, gushing all over his dick, using the last bit of your voice to call out his name.

Slowly, he eases you off to the tip, holding either side of your thighs and pulling you up to sit on his face, brutally assaulting your clit with his tongue, the overstimulation tyrannical. He's spanking you so hard it makes you flinch and sob simultaneously, riding his tongue as he fists his cock until he's cumming over his stomach, groaning and swallowing you down.

After Hours was the vinyl he played while he made the two of you homemade waffles at two in the morning. He could barely finish when you played around with him, shoving powdered sugar at his mouth, having enough of your shit and chasing you around the loft, a sheet around your body as you screamed until he caught you. Kissing all over your face, tickling you, and laying you down by the skyscraper windows viewing the city while your back arched and he devoured your pussy until you cried out his name in repetitive symphonies, and came twice, legs shaking by his ears. Afterwards, you finally ate the waffles, Eren having to remake them since they got cold.

You claimed you were full after one giant Belgium waffle, dragging yourself to the bathroom for a bath he'd drawn for you filled with bubbles. He sat beside the tub, head thrown back and eyes shut peacefully as you raked your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp while he smoked his blunt. Screeching when he enters the tub with his sweatpants still on, splashing him with water as he attacks your neck with smooches that travel down to your tits he holds in both palms, licking and sucking for ten minutes straight until you cum from that alone, Eren perplexed by you. By then it's five in the morning, and he's reading a novel to you in bed, rubbing your back, your cheek on his warm chest until you drift off to slumber.

When you wake up, you practically curse yourself for sleeping until the afternoon, especially in someone else's home. You weren't surprised when you didn't see him laying beside you, assuming he ran out for the day and you couldn't contact him because he didn't carry a cellphone. So, you got dressed and let yourself out, not before writing a note on his chalkboard telling him to call you when he got a chance. That you had fun, that you were sorry for falling asleep while he was reading, and went about your day. Going home to an empty place you no longer wanted to be, you hold your phone in your hand as you sit at your desk stocked with Polaroids you've developed of you and Levi during the recent trip you two had in Jamaica, finger hovering over Levi's contact.

I want this to end. A simple sentence yet so damn damaging. It's not like the two of you had to be strangers, but knowing how strong his love is for you, you just knew that wasn't possible. Another day. You'll wait until he came back. You'd rather talk to him face to face. You were going to enjoy your time alone while you had it. With Eren. Speaking of, he hasn't called you yet.

Two days past; no word. You're not sure how to feel about it, figuring he was just busy and didn't have enough time to talk. A simple two minute phone call would have been enough reassurance for you. But, what exactly are you assuring? A friendship? A relationship? What did you want from him? More like, what did you need? To distract yourself, you decide to have dinner with a few of your girlfriends downtown, indulging your heart into buttery lobster tails, tender ribeye steak, and champagne. Ending up being the only sober one, you made sure everyone got home safely before taking yourself home.

It's the first thing you see as your heel-covered feet step outside of the elevator; a giant white portrait leaning against your door alongside a bouquet of sunflowers and a red envelope with your name on it. Your heart fell to your stomach as you ran to the package at your door, cheesing at what you were positive was the sketch Eren had done for you. Unlocking your door, you bring everything inside, ripping off the wrapping paper to reveal your gift. And you were right. Smiling brightly, you smell the flowers happily. It's all glossed up now, looking exactly like a fine art fit for a museum, his tiny signature imprinted on the bottom left corner. Obtaining the envelope that fell from the flowers, you lean against the door, taking your shoes off before pulling out a vintage brown newspaper article where he sketched an image of himself kissing your forehead as you slept. It's so pretty you had to have it framed. Tucking it behind the next sheet of paper, there's a letter with black ink written in cursive.

Should've told you I write poems as well, maybe my Shakespearean analogy would've made you fall in love with me. Unfortunately, we are no Romeo and Juliet. There's no undying love to be fished for. No poison that rids me of this earth. Just a man and a woman who were equally lonely and craved affection, just for one night, and then would return to reality when dawn arose. As much as I adore you, I can't have you. Your life is too fickle for mine to intervene. All I wanted was to have one last day of pure happiness, and I did, because you made that possible. I want you to find someone who loves you beyond the stars. Who treats you like the goddess you are. Who's kisses feel like clouds. Who makes love to you with their soul.

That much you deserve. As much as I wanted to be that person, I couldn't, not with the demons haunting my mind day and night, for the past twenty years. That night with you, I didn't hear them once. For the first time you made them mute. Don't look for me, because you won't find me. I wish I had enough strength to stay here just for you, but I guess the universe didn't want that. One thing I want you to promise me, is to never forget me. Promise you won't. Even if it makes you cry sometimes, remember I'm by your side wiping your tears away. Even if I'm not there physically, I'm sure I hold a special place in your heart. Thank you for making me....Goodbye, Birth of Venus.

Tears well in your eyes as your chin trembles, sliding down to the floor to sit by the canvas the enthralling man known as Eren Yeager created for you, his goddess. You held a hand over your heart, feeling it clench unbearably with pain you never knew you could feel. Now you know the story behind his eyes and how he resembled the Fallen Angel; it was about a man who wanted to be ridden of his demons, wanting someone to notice the crying soul cowering with fear within him. You noticed, and you saw what others couldn't. He was free now.

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Creepy, anomalous, and the unexplained. How would the BNHA Villains translate into the SCP universe? Site ██ is the facility responsible for seventeen (17) characters based on the LOV and Shie Hassaikai members. Feel free to browse the documents, just make sure you have proper clearance.

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Collection post of my thought process on making each of them

League of Villains

☁ Tomura Shigaraki (SCP-9404) | AO3 Link

SCP-9404 is a humanoid creature of unknown origin that stands roughly 2m in height. The subject has a slim and lanky form with elongated arms. SCP-9404’s form has tattered wings sprouting from its back that resemble that of a Arcte Coerula (Ramie Moth), with a wingspan of 6m. The subject has white hair that barely reaches its shoulders with eyes that are solid white. SCP-9404 can understand human speech and possesses the ability to communicate verbally.

☁ Spinner (SCP-9808) | AO3 Link

SCP-9808 is a lizard-like humanoid entity covered in green scales, roughly 170cm in height. SCP-9808’s eyes are oversized compared to that of a human, even lacking eyelids, and are pink in color. The subject possesses talon-like claws on its hands which possess the ability to tear through most durable materials with ease.

☁ Dabi (SCP-9118) | AO3 Link

SCP-9118, formerly known as [DATA EXPUNGED], is currently a sentient humanoid composite of flames. The subject stands roughly 200m in height and appears to burn without an identified fuel source. The subject possesses the ability to mimic traits like a standard human such as walking and holding objects, even though the objects are still affected by the fire. SCP-9118 expresses high intelligence and has the ability to communicate through unknown methods.

☁ Himiko Toga (SCP-9807) | AO3 Link

SCP-9807 is an ornate hunting dagger, with a wooden carved handle, of unknown origin. The handle of the knife has a carving of a sparrow which has been stained red. The anomalous effects begin the second a user wields SCP-9807. Once someone holds the object they begin having hallucinations of a red sparrow, henceforth known as SCP-9807-A. Once a user sees SCP-9807-A their positive feelings towards others will become warped, with all positive affections becoming extreme infatuation. SCP-9807-A will talk to the user, trying to convince them to kill those they love, claiming that bathing in their blood is the true way to become one with them.  

☁ Twice (SCP-9510) | AO3 Link

SCP-9510 is a malleable amorphous blob that has a chemical makeup and consistency similar to mud that measures roughly 0.6m in height and weighs 27kg, in its docile state. The subject’s color is an imperfect mixture of light and dark gray. SCP-9510 has beady black eyes, with no eyelids, and possesses the ability to move them around its form at will. SCP-9510 understands human speech but is incapable of verbal or telepathic communication.

☁ Mr. Compress (SCP-9102) | AO3 Link

SCP-9102 appears to be a white mask, made up of REDACTED, that uses black geometrical patterns to display the user's emotions. The pattern forms to imitate facial expressions for various emotions. Personnel are to report immediately to Lead Researcher █���████ if the mask is to ever go blank, as seen in Addendum 9102-05.

Shie Hassaikai

☁ Rappa (SCP-8111) | AO3 Link

SCP-8111 is a pair of heavy duty brass knuckles, weighing roughly 0.7kgs. The subject possesses the ability to alter its shape and molds itself to the target’s hand size. Upon the target placing the subject onto their knuckles, they will be filled with intense rage and experience inhuman levels of enhanced strength. Through various testing it has been discovered that the target's strength is amplified ten (10) times that of a standard human. 

☁ Hejiki Tengai (SCP-8888) | AO3 Link

SCP-8888 is a set of japa mala beads made with fifty-four (54) rudraksha beads, fifty-four (54) pearl beads, and one (1) guru bead with a tassel made of silk. Each bead measures 10mm in size. After placing SCP-8888 into the target’s right hand and completing a matra (uses only the middle finger and thumb to count each bead), the subject produces a gold tinted translucent impenetrable bubble around the target. The size of the bubble can change at will by the target, the default size being a 1m radius, and the protective bubble can not extend through walls or solid objects. All sound in the bubble is muffled by at least 40% and the target has to maintain strong concentration, in a meditation-like state, for the bubble to remain up. 

☁ Touya Setsuno (SCP-8222) | AO3 Link

SCP-8222 is a humanoid creature measuring roughly 1.3m in height. The subject has elongated arms covered in light color feathers that spread out to form wings. The subject's feet appear to mimic that of a raptors, with long sharp talons. SCP-8222’s skin is covered in patches of the same light colored feathers and has blonde feather-like hair on its head. The subject’s eyes appear humanoid but larger in size and gold in color. The subject appears to be able to communicate with human speech and will freely communicate with personnel.

☁ Soramitsu Tabe (SCP-8666) | AO3 Link

SCP-8666 is a humanoid creature of unknown origin, measuring roughly 2m in height. The subject possesses very little muscle mass and is lanky in stature. SCP-8666’s jaw can open five (5) times that of a standard human, allowing it to consume a variety of objects as well as easily consume a human. Most of the subject’s other physical features appear to be comparable to that of a standard human with the exception being enlarged eyes capable of seeing distances of up to 6km away. SCP-8666 is not capable of any human speech but is able to understand the human language to respond in nonverbal gestures.

☁ Yu Hojo (SCP-8777) | AO3 Link

SCP-8777 is a deep underground gem mine located in ██████, ██████. The interior of SCP-8777 resembles that of a standard cavern system filled with unknown crystal formations near the base of the mine. Exposure to the crystal formations for an extended period of time results in multiple severe and fatal side effects, with the exception being SCP-8777-3. 

☁ Rikiya Katsukame (SCP-8333) | AO3 Link

SCP-8333 is an anomalous member of the Ursus thibetanus (Asian black bear) family, wearing a bucket that covers its face.

☁ Mimic (SCP-8313) | AO3 Link

SCP-8313 is a sentient fabric doll, roughly 61cm tall and 30cm wide, constructed out of black cotton fabric with a white plastic beak attached to its face. The interior of SCP-8313 is made up of standard poly-fil stuffing. The subject doesn’t display pain when the fabric becomes ripped or torn. SCP-8313 displays high levels of intelligence with the ability to understand human speech and is able to communicate telepathically.

☁ Chronostasis (SCP-8510) | AO3 Link

SCP-8510 is a male humanoid entity that stands roughly 1.82m in height, equipped with a white cloak affixed to its body making its shape indistinguishable. SCP-8510 has gray hair-like appendages attached to its scalp, the ends of each appendage formed into the shape of a clock hand. 

☁ Kai Chisaki (SCP-8320) | AO3 Link

SCP-8320 is a sentient deep maroon colored leather corax styled bird-like beak mask, similar to 17th century plague doctors. Targets that come within 3m of the subject feel an immediate draw that pulls them towards SCP-8320, during which they are hit with a strong scent of Mentha × Piperita (Peppermint) and Dianthus Caryophyllus (Carnation). When targets place SCP-8320 onto their face, the subject immediately fuses itself with them. It overhauls the target's DNA, as it begins affecting their biology until it’s satisfied. SCP-8320 can only be removed two ways: by will of SCP-8320 itself or after the target has died, which forces the subject to eject itself from its host.

☁ Dr. Shin Nemoto's Personnel File | AO3 Link

☁ Deidoro Sakaki's Personnel File | AO3 Link

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Series Masterlist

finished ❀ | fluff ☀︎ | angst ☁︎ | smut ♛ | personal faves ♡

Ivy League Series 

EXO, University AU ❀ ♡ ⌐ College is about experiencing life and learning. But when the two mix, it leads to a bit of trouble. Meeting a guy who’s definitely out of your league wasn’t on your uni to-do list.

promo video: Professor Daddy edition promo video: Sehun edition promo video: Who will it be? edition

part 1 - Xiumin ♛ part 2 - Suho ♛ part 3 - Xiumin ♛ part 4 - Xiumin ♛ ☁︎ ☀︎ part 5 - Xiumin ♛ part 6 - Xiumin ♛ part 7 - Xiumin ☁︎ ♛ part 8 - Luhan ☁︎ ♛ final - ☁︎ ☀︎ ♛

EPILOGUE: See You Again ❀ ♡

part 1 - ☀︎ ☁︎ part 2 - ☁︎ ☀︎ final - ☀︎ ♛

Reputation

EXO, High School AU, Friend’s Brother AU ⌐ Zhang Yixing was a typical jock. He had the looks, athleticism, and cockiness, all the makings of a football boy. Though he was popular and had people around him at all times, he didn’t talk much. There had to be another side to him, and you needed to find out.

promo

part 1 - (comedy?) part 2 - ♛ part 3 - ☀︎ part 4 - ♛ part 5 - ☀︎ part 6 - ☀︎ ☂︎ slight violence part 7 - ☀︎ ☁︎ part 8 - ☀︎ ☁︎

Behind the Scenes 

EXO, Pornstar AU ❀ ♡ ⌐ Minseok was a mystery. He was sweet, adorable, and straight up boyfriend material. Until someone recognized him on the streets and then it all made sense.

part 1 - ☀︎ part 2 - ☀︎ part 3 - ☀︎ ☁︎ Final - ♛ ☁︎ ☀︎ Alone - ☀︎

Mutual

EXO, Asexual!Sehun ❀ ♡

⌐ Completely content with your asexuality, you’re once again thrown back into confusion when you meet Tall, Dark, and Handsome, which leads you to believe you’re a gray ace after all. But his own confession has you wanting him even more.

prologue part 1 - ☁︎ part 2 - ☀︎ final - ☀︎ ♛ The Stars - one-shot ☀︎

F.C.B

EXO, Camboy!Sehun ♡ ⌐ You stumble upon a website and find your new infatuation. This also leads you into finding out your best friend's secret. Now, you both have some explaining to do.

promo *nsfw*

prologue - mature themes part 1 - ♛ part 2 - ♛ part 3 - mature themes part 4 - ♛ part 5 - ♛ ☀︎ part 6 - ☀︎ ♛ ☁︎ part 7 - ☁︎ ☀︎

Exception ♡

EXO, College AU, Deaf!Xiumin ☁︎ ☀︎ ⌐ He did not want to be another statistic; he wanted to be the exception.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

Lachrymose ♡

Victon - Seungwoo, College AU ☀︎ ☁︎ ⌐ Stepping off that plane was like stepping into an alternate universe. It felt like your life had paused while everyone else's didn't. The people who passed you had no idea the pain you were hiding. Exhausted with bloodshot eyes and a swollen face, you needed to carry on as if nothing happened.

Memory #1 - Avenoir: n. the desire that memory could flow backward. Memory #2 - Adronitis: n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone. Memory #3 - Efflorescence: n. the state or a period of flowering Memory #4 - Saturnine: adj. cold and steady in mood; slow to act or change.

Mysterious

EXO, Murder Mystery AU ☁︎ ⌐ Grief-stricken you finds comfort in school heartthrob, Oh Sehun, when Kim Hyolin, your best friend, comes up missing. Your other friend, Kim Jongin, despises Sehun for reasons he won't admit. Hyolin's disappearance stirs up ghosts from her past. You have no idea what to believe.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

Long Way Home 

EXO, Wolf!Kai & Wolf!Luhan ❀ ⌐ Your first love always leaves butterflies in your stomach. But what happens when he suddenly disappears and you're left with a terrible feeling instead?

part 1 - ☀︎ part 2 - ☁︎ part 3 - ☁︎ part 4 - ☁︎ final - ☁︎ Give You What You Like - one-shot ☁︎ ♛

The Shop

EXO, College AU, Sex Shop Worker!Luhan ♡ ⌐ Don’t open your big mouth unless you want to face the consequences which in this case is your bff dragging you to a sex shop.

prologue - mature themes ☀︎ part 1 - mature themes ☀︎

Artificial Love

EXO, Robot AU, Xiumin ⌐ Biopology; an experimental AI manufacturer known for its many types of robots ranging from pets to lovers to trained assassins. Anything you were looking for, they could make it. But when you jokingly said you wanted a boyfriend, you weren’t expecting your friend to actually get you one… Well, kind of.

part 1 - ☀︎ part 2 - violence ☀︎

Infinity

EXO, Screamo!EXO, Chen ⌐ EXO is a local hardcore metal band. They’re the typical teenaged punks that insist on their screamo music being called “metal” and for it to be taken seriously.

part 1 - ☀︎

Your Biggest Fan

EXO, Youtuber!au, Chanyeol ⌐ It all started with a YouTube comment, and now your life is even more complicated.

part 1 - ☀︎ part 2 - ☀︎

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series masterlist

this masterlist holds my series' masterlists! it currently has a different type of high and sweet creature! if you're looking for nsfw spencer fics, please go here! or if you're looking for sfw spencer reid fics, go here! or if you're looking for other mgg character works, go here!

a different type of high: (spencer reid/gender-neutral!reader)-summary ☁ Reader has a drug addiction that they can’t kick. So, she attends Narcotics Anonymous to help that situation. After going to several meetings, she meets quiet, shy Spencer Reid. The unlikely pair become infatuated with one another, but can’t date due to their individual addictions.

sweet creature: (wes/fem!reader)-♚ Summary: Reader is a 25 year old working in a veterinary clinic. She learns her new position is to be Doctor Wes Taylor’s assistant. The pair become closer than ever as they learn more about each other and she soon realizes that the work Wes does with pets isn’t strictly in the clinic.