#( wc; 877 )

[malsmind]

pineapple juice

chris sturniolo x reader !established relationship

summary: chris came across a tiktok at night, giving him an idea for the next time you go down on him.

warnings: smut, oral (m recieving), dirty talk, pet names (baby, ma), cum eating, slight hair pulling, face fucking

author's note: had this idea while studying LOL, hope u like it!

wc: 877

english is not my first language!

it was one of those nights, chris laid in bed, scrolling trough tiktok, unable to sleep. he rolled over in bed, a soft sigh leaving his lips. his eyes narrowed in concentration, reading what the text on a tiktok said that he had on his foryoupage. "can pineapple juice really change the taste of semen?".

he watched the tiktok, listening to the guy on his screen explaining and educating the internet about the myth of pinapple changing the taste of cum. when the video came to an end, chris put his phone down, deciding he'd finally had enough of endlessly scrolling trough his phone. he laid awake in bed for a bit, thinking about the tiktok he just watched before he eventually fell asleep.

waking up the next morning, he got up, walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glas of pineapple juice, drinking it while sending you a good morning text. you were currently visiting a friend that lived a little further away from where you and chris lived, making you temporarily long distance, which wasn't a problem, especially not since chris had a plan.

...

every morning since seeing that tiktok, chris had consumed a good amount of pinapple juice, even cutting pineapple up and eating the few slices it provided troughout the day. today, you were finally coming back home.

chris was sat on the couch, waiting for your arrival. he heard your keys unlocking the front door, the soft thud of the small suitcase you had taken with you hitting the floor echoing trough the house. you walked towards the living room, spotting chris on the couch, immediatly jumping into his arms and hugging him. "i missed you." you mumbled into his neck, and he squeezed you in response, kissing the top of your head. "how was your time there, did you have fun baby?" chris asked you, leaning his head back to look down at you. "i did, it was so nice catching up again, but i really missed you." you chuckled, making him chuckle too. after looking at him for a little with neither of you saying anything to properly talk about your little trip, a small smirk formed on your lips, chris immediatly matching it. "yeah? what else did you miss, ma?" his voice was low, hands traveling from your hips to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. you put your lips to his neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensetive skin, making chris suck in a sharp breath. "i could show you..." you whispered against his neck.

before you knew it, you were on your knees infront of the couch, sitting between chris's spread legs, his sweats and boxers tugged down to his ankles, his dick in your mouth, tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. "shit." he exhaled, "missed my cock so much, hm?" he said, tilting his head to the side, looking at you in awe as you gagged around him, trying to take in as much as you could. "look so fuckin' good like this, baby." his hands grabbed your hair, guiding your head carefully. your hands grabbed his thighs, your soft moans sending vibrations trough his dick. "just like that." he breathed out, tightening his grip in your hair, bucking his hips up, fucking into your mouth at a faster pace. chris knew he wouldn't last long, he never did when your pretty lips wrapped around his dick so delicately. your occaisonal gags made him bite his moans back, loving the feeling of you struggling to take him fully, you both loved it.

his hips thrusted into your mouth faster, moans leaving his lips, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. "gonna make me cum. you want it? you want me to cum in your mouth, ma?" chris groaned when you sucked harder, answering his question, no words needed. his hips bucked up, breathy moans leaving his lips. "so.. fuck... so fuckin' good." he moaned. the harder and faster his thrusts got, the more you gagged. gasps and moans left chris's lips, he let go of your hair, pulling out of your mouth.

you stuck your tongue out, looking up at him. his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking himself. "gonna swallow f'me? gonna be a good girl, hm?" he asked, tilting his head, you nodded. his stomach tightened, mouth opening as loud moans left his lips, warm drops of sweet cum dripping down onto your tongue. once his stroking slowed down and every last drop of him was placed on your tongue, you pulled it back in, closing your mouth and swallowing, then sticking it back out to show him. he smiled down at you, biting his lip, waiting for you to say something.

once you registered the taste, how it was sweeter than usual, you smiled up at him. "wait, you actually did that?" you asked with a chuckle and he frowned in confusioun. "how'd you know?"

"you sent it to me, chris." you laughed. he didn't even realise that he sent you the tiktok, he was literally half asleep when he watched it. apperantly, awake enough to remember how he wanted to try it out, but not awake enough to realise he'd accidentally sent it to you.

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dividers by @issysh3ll

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[tbaluver]

DOGTOOTH- Caleb x Reader

pairings: caleb x fem! reader genre: smut wc: 877 summary: your golden retriever energy boyfriend wants you to sit on his face warnings/tags: MDNI, not rlly beta read, sitting/ riding on caleb's face, slight use and mentioning of his evol to keep you where he wants you a/n: hihi lovelies ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this was sitting in my drafts ever since he got released and i figured since his myth is coming out it works out :3 i hope you enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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"-she could ride my face, I don't want nothing in return"

Caleb, your absolute sweetest and your only most devoted lover. A man who cherishes every step you take, ready to answer every call as if you were his master and he’s your most loyal companion. If he had a tail and ears, they’d perk up just at the sound of your voice. His tail would wag eagerly as he instinctively seeks you whenever you call his name.

He loves it. He loves hearing you say his name. He loves hearing how much you need him.

“C-Caleb..” You bit your lip.  

“I don’t know..What if I-”  You feel slightly self-conscious as he gazes up at you, purple eyes half-lidded with longing. The fear of squishing his face and possibly hurting him makes you feel scared, slightly embarrassed even. You try to scoot away back to his chest, but his evol grounds you to stay in position. 

He licks his lips, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he wonders just how sweet your juices must be. He waits but his patience grows thinner, eager for you to settle down on him.

“Hey..” He murmurs, big puppy eyes gazing up at you, his large hands gently stroking your thigh soothingly. “You won’t hurt me, even if you tried.” It was true, he could have easily lifted you with a single hand if he wanted to, but he wanted to hold you, touch you as much as he could. And even if you did crush him, god please, do. If he dies in between your thighs this life, then so be it. It’s another way he would want to go out.

“Can I? I won’t bite..” He murmurs, pressing small kisses on the inside of your thighs, tongue darting out to lick up the wetness that’s calling his name. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, inhaling your scent as you slowly make your descent down.

Your eyes flutter close, biting your bottom lip hard as you concentrate on his mouth. One of your hands that originally rested on the headboard goes to tangle down to his chocolate brown hair the moment his lips make contact with your folds. Caleb’s first few licks were eager as if he discovered your slick was his water.

He moans, sending vibrations through your clit as he holds you on his face tightly as if you're going to slip off. The tip of his nose rubs deliciously against your clit, earning a breathy moan from you. This makes him run his nose against your clit again, his tongue traces circular patterns around it before sucking on it.

His large calloused hands traveled up to your ass, giving them a gentle squeeze before slowly traveling up to grab your breasts, rolling the sensitive buds between his index finger and thumb. You roll your hips over him, your eyes fluttering shut as your head falls back as you ride his face.

“Caleb,” You whimper out his name making his cock twitch but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t bother to even give himself a stroke, he thrives off of your pleasure alone and he’s sure he can finish just hearing you get off from him.

That’s it, say his name.

You could feel your body sinking lower but it wasn’t you, his gravitational force guided you down further into his face. He needs you to be closer, he needs you to go harder. Caleb was in pure bliss hearing you breathlessly say his name, your wetness trickling out onto his face, smearing him every time you rocked your hips.

You can’t think of anything else but only the warm wet muscle of Caleb’s tongue teasing you, thrusting in and out of your entrance, making your entire body constrict around him. He keeps a firm grip on your hips, his tongue continues to thrust in and out of you at a relentless pace. You could feel the heat building up in your body, the pleasure coursing through you. 

You grind your hips harder against his face, completely forgetting your worries about crushing him. The knot in the pit of your stomach gets tighter and tighter with each movement of your hips.

He watches in between your thighs, drinking in the sight of you, the way your eyes flutter shut as his name leaves your lips in broken pants. Your legs tremble as you ride out your high while he laps up all your juices, not wasting a single drop.

His lower half of his mouth is dripping wet with your arousal, some of it from his drool. He whimpers, feeling his cock twitch, spilling out his load on his lower abdomen just by watching you get off on him.

Once you notice the mess on his abdomen and try to lean down to clean it up for him, although licking it clean off of him is a tempting view, he stops you. He gravitates you back, earning a yelp from you, so his head can rest in between your legs again. No matter how much you protest, wanting to care for him and make him feel good, he won’t let you. At least not for now.

Caleb doesn’t need you to do anything else for him in return except for your time and all your love.

[edsbug]

begging you

pairing: sub!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie is tied to the bed, forced to desperately watch as you pleasure yourself with a dildo. (wc: 877)

contains: 18+ NSFW, mdni!, pure filth, penetration (f receiving), light bondage, slight degradation, lots of begging.

Eddie tugged against the soft restraints around his wrists, the muscles in his arms flexing with frustration. His hands were tied securely to the headboard of the bed, unable to reach you as you sat at the edge of the bed with a teasing glint in your eye and a dildo resting in your lap.

"Baby, please" he begged, his voice hoarse. He writhed against the restraints, his naked body tense and glistening with a sheen of sweat. His cock was hard, flushed a deep red, and twitching every time you so much as looked at him.

But you didn't touch him. No, you just sat there, completely bare, legs spread wide as you slowly dragged the dildo through your wet folds, teasing him with every deliberate movement.

"Patience, Eddie," you cooed, your tone playful but commanding. "This is what you get for not listening."

He let out a broken sound, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, his head falling back against the pillow. His wild curls framed his flushed face as he looked up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "I get it, okay? I was outta line, but please don't do this to me. Let me touch you — let me help."

You smirked, leaning back on one arm while bringing the dildo to your entrance. The toy glistened, coated with your arousal. You teased yourself with the tip, your other hand gently spreading yourself open as you bit your lip, suppressing a smile at the way Eddie's eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide.

"Fuck," Eddie rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Baby... don't tease me. Please, just — just do it. I need to see it."

You met his gaze, your movements slowing further, torturing him. "You want to watch, Eddie?" you purred, your voice low and teasing. "You want to see me take it?"

He nodded frantically, tugging against the restraints, his hips jerking up uselessly. "Yes," he groaned, his voice strained. "God, yes. I need to see it. Please, sweetheart."

Satisfied with his desperation, you slowly pressed the tip of the dildo into you. You gasped softly at the stretch, your lashes fluttering as you tilted your head back. Your hips moved with agonizing slowness, taking the toy inch by inch, your walls clenching around the smooth silicone.

Eddie let out a strangled moan, his head lifting from the pillow so he could watch every second. "Holy shit," he breathed, his voice trembling. "Baby, y-you look so good. So fucking good. That's it, take it. God, I can't-".

You let out a shaky exhale as you slid the toy in deeper, the stretch both intense and delicious. Your hips rocked instinctively, easing yourself down until the toy was buried completely inside you. You paused there, savoring the fullness, letting out a low, needy moan that made Eddie's cock jerk against his stomach.

"Fuck," he rasped, his voice breaking. "You're perfect. So perfect. I can't — I need to feel you, baby. Need to be the one filling you up like that."

Ignoring his pleas, you began to move, rolling your hips slowly, letting the toy glide in and out of you with a rhythm that was unhurried. Your fingers found your clit, circling it gently, and you let out another moan, your body shivering from the sensation.

Eddie was falling apart, completely unraveling at the sight of you. "Sweetheart," he babbled, his voice wrecked. "Please, please, let me touch you. Let me feel you. I'll do anything. Anything you want. You're so beautiful, I can't take it. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum just watching you."

Your gaze met his, your movements quickening slightly as you rode the toy. "Just watching, huh?" you teased breathlessly. "That's all you're good for right now, Eddie. Watching."

He groaned loudly, his head falling back against the pillow, as he tugged against the restraints. "Baby, I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just let me touch you. I can make you feel so good, better than that fucking toy. Just give me a chance. Please, I'm begging you."

The sight of Eddie completely undone, sweat dripping down his chest, his cock aching and twitching while he begged for you, sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, and a loud moan escaped your lips as you came, the toy buried deep inside you.

Eddie let out a guttural groan, his eyes wild as he watched you fall apart. "Holy fuck," he breathed. "You're incredible. So fucking incredible."

You took a moment to catch your breath before gently pulling the toy out, your eyes meeting Eddie's. His gaze was desperate, his chest heaving as he continued to tug against the restraints.

"Untie me," he pleaded, his voice raw. "Please, baby. I need you so bad. I'll be good — I swear I'll be good. Just let me touch you."

You crawled toward him, your lips curling into a wicked smile. "I don't know, Eddie. I kind of like you like this, all desperate for me."

He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. "You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart."

Leaning down, you brushed your lips against his, your hand drifting to his aching length. "Don't worry," you whispered. "I'll take care of you. Eventually."

divider credit: @adornedwithlight <3

[imsogonesposts]

After the Victor's Tour

|| ao3 || an: kind of a christmas/wintery fic? there's a mistletoe at the end, and its snowing but thats about it😭😭 ||

summary: Finnick tries to help you adjust after you win the Hunger Games. (wc: 877)

warnings: mentions of nightmares & hints of trauma sustained from the hunger games

The minute Finnick Odair’s eyes landed on you, he was a goner. You were just so pretty, and so sweet despite the unfortunate circumstances of your meeting, you being reaped for the games and him being your mentor. He wasn’t used to such kindness, and as much as he tried to not get too close to you in fear of you not making it through the games, he noticed himself slowly falling for you. 

He was thrilled when he saw that you won the games. Happy you made it out alive. Happy you were okay. 

As your mentor, Finnick had to accompany you on your Victor Tour, not that he minded. He found himself enjoying your company, and you enjoyed his, always seeking his comfort after a particularly bad nightmare from the arena resurfaced. And he always welcomed you with open arms, no matter the time, no matter how comfortable and warm his bed was. 

Tonight, however, the nightmares were particularly worse. In the morning, you would end your victory tour in your own district, District Four, and you’d have to face the family of your tribute. The thought made you sick, and you could hardly sleep, something Finnick instantly noticed despite knowing you for such a small amount of time. 

“All you gotta do is read out the speech I wrote for you, smile, not break down, and you’re golden,” he had told you with a charming smile. One that made you just a little bit weak in the knees. 

“Easier said than done,” you had told him with a weak smile. He wished he could see your usual smile. He liked your smile when it wasn’t all sad. 

“I believe in you. You’ve dealt with worse,” he reassured you, noticing the sharp intake of breath you made when hebrushed some hair out of your face. Finnick wasn’t stupid. He knew when someone was into him, he’d experienced it his whole life. But now, the girl he liked, liked him back, and not just because of his looks- or so, he hoped. That, he wasn’t used to. He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he patted your shoulder, leaving you with your stylists to prepare you for your last stop of the Victory Tour. 

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“I wanted to check in on you. See how you’re liking your new home,” Finnick told you the next morning, standing at the doorstep of your new home in Victor’s Village, only four doors down from his own house. 

“It’s dark. And cold,” you responded with a shrug as he handed you a box that he had previously hidden behind his back. 

“Which is why I brought you a blanket and some lamps,” he said with a sheepish smile. Finnick wasn’t used to feeling nervous, always being the smooth, Capitol pretty boy. But something about you made him the slightest bit nervous, and he couldn’t help but like it. Like that you made him nervous. Made him feel things he wasn’t used to.

“Thank you,” you replied with a smile, making room for him to enter your new home. 

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” he teased, letting out a low whistle as he looked around the home. You hadn’t made many changes to the house, only opening a few windows to let the light in. “Very welcoming,” he said with a wink as he moved to turn up the heater. It was the time of the year when it started to snow, making everything feel cold. He was glad to have brought you a blanket, and made a mental note to bring you more, and soon.

“Creativity hasn’t exactly struck me yet,” you reply as you look around the bare room. Aside from the furniture the house came with, the room was quite empty. No sign that anyone lived in it aside from the quietly buzzing television in the corner.

“No worries, took me a few years for it to hit,” he replied, walking towards you, with a green plant held above his head. “Y’know,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I read in an old book that years ago, people would kiss under this plant called a mistletoe,” he waved the plant above his head. 

“Why’s that?” You asked, eyeing the plant he held as he shrugged. 

“I don’t remember the exact reason why,” he laughed, lowering the plant, “I’m not even sure if this is a mistletoe,” he said, turning over the plant as if its name would be engraved on one of its leaves. “Point is,” he said, gaze moving back up, his sea green eyes meeting yours as he lifted the plant over his head again, “I wanted to ask if you were free tomorrow night? I’d like to take you out,” his tone held a touch of nerves that you weren’t used to hearing from him. He was always the confident guy, the guy that always knew what to say. And yet, here he was, nervously asking if you’d like to go out with him. You couldn’t help but smile, and move to kiss his cheek; right under the “mistletoe.”

“I’d love to, Finnick,” you replied, noticing as his face broke out into a wide grin at your response. 

[vinylfoxbooks]

January 16 - Break | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 877

“Are you okay, Jamie?” Regulus asks, pulling them into an empty alcove and interrupting their journey back to the dorm. James heaves a sigh and the seed of worry planted in Regulus’ chest at their appearance and lack of general sunny-ness sprouts. 

They’ve been stressed with some of the events this week, something about their classes and the teachers not being compliant or helpful at all, but he didn’t realise it was that bad. Not until James came practically slugging into the dining hall for dinner, their eye bags heavy and with an uncharacteristic deep frown gracing their lips. They barely spared Regulus a tired glance on their way to the table with their friends and did little to interact with them. 

And Regulus is fucking worried about them, so he pulled them to the side as soon as they left the dining hall --earlier than all of their friends, which is odd, they always leave at the same time. 

Finally, James brings words to their lips, “I’m fucking tired and stressed.” Their shoulders slump with the words, like they fell with the weight of their words. 

Regulus breathes gently, reaching up to cup their face, “I’m sorry, mon soleil. Did you want to talk about it?” 

“Not in public, I will cry.” Regulus nods, reaching down to grab their hand and guide them up to their common room, and later their dorm. When the two of them are finally settled in James’ bed, Regulus asks once again what’s going on and they fully slump into him.

Their forehead rests on his shoulder and Regulus is more than willing to support their weight as they finally start, “So you know the whole bullshit that’s been happening, right? Well, things just keep fucking getting worse.” They outline the new advancements of the day and explain the breakdown they had with the rise of the sun as they received a letter from one of the teachers they had been struggling with then the consistent need to hold back tears throughout the day. Then how they were overstimulated and wanted to die during their Potions class but had to struggle through it. 

As their story is coming to a close, they take a deep breath, “I think I’ve got things starting to be figured out and McGonagall and Sprout are being angels and I’m so grateful for them but… I just- my mental health has taken a massive hit this week and today was just the… the fall I guess. And I have so much makeup work since this is happening so late, which also frustrates me that it took two weeks to finally figure it out, and I’m just…” They shake their head, “I know that I can do it. I know I’m ust freaking myself out because it’s all on paper and not being actually done right now, but I’m…”

“Tired.” Regulus finishes for them, his hand not moving from where it started running through their hair halfway through their rant, “I know, mon soleil, I can try to help you as much as I can to take it off of you.”

“Thank you,” they nod, “I just want a break and to be normal again. I’m so demotivated from this whole situation and it’s… I hate feeling like this.” 

“I get it,” the younger nods, “I would love nothing more to see you back to normal, don’t get me wrong, but it’s best that you feel this right now and let it happen. You can do it, we both know you can do it, and I know that you’ve done more stressful things. And if you don’t want to ask me or I can’t help you with it, Remus is in your Transfiguration class, and Lily and Pandora are in Herbology and they’re more than willing to help you.” 

James nods, “I know I just- a lot of it, from what I’m understanding, is personal work and there’s so much.” They shake their head, “I’ll figure it out.”

“And I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Regulus hums. James finally pulls from his shoulder, leaving a wet spot on the clothes that he knows James will feel guilty about as much as he doesn’t care. He brings them to meet his eyes, “I know for a fact that McGonagall and Sprout will understand, like you said, they’re amazing teachers that are conscious of your situation. And if Slughorn gives you shit, I can talk to him about it.” 

James nods, just consistently nodding as if they’re thinking through it all and trying to rationalise with the motion -- they do it often, Regulus has noticed, “I’ll- I’m going to make a list of all the things I need to do each day tomorrow and hopefully get time for a break.” 

Regulus nods back, “That sounds like a plan. But for now, you’re tired and you need a break. Let’s go to sleep early, shall we?” 

James hums, letting him bring them to lay down properly -- they’re both going to be annoyed that they slept in their clothes in the morning, but Regulus can’t bring himself to care about that right now -- and sighing, “I have to wake up so early tomorrow.” 

“I know, Jamie. Let’s sleep.”

[anothermansjeans]

I love the idea of YouTube reader and Spencer being like Jenna and Julien, you know that video of Jenna giving Julien fake nails? I totally see reader doing it to Spencer.

He’s like “these come off right?” And reader is like “:) hopefully!”

I GOT MAJOR INSPO FOR SOME DIALOGUE FROM THE VIDEO!! i hope you enjoy (i love these bitches 😭)

cw: acrylic nails, sassy spencer back at it again, reader enjoys making spencer suffer (lovingly ofc), my favorite fictional couple

wc: 877

youtuber!reader masterlist

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“Your fingers are so big.”

“Thanks?”

You laughed as you pressed one of the acrylic tips onto Spencer’s thumb. “I have to push it–” your laughter was cutting you off, “I have to push it all the way down… to fit… your nails.”

Spencer was amused by your hysterical state. You got the video idea from a few of your comments. They were begging for more Spencer and wanted you to put him through the real youtuber boyfriend experience. A few suggested that you'd become good enough at doing your nails to the point where you should do Spencer’s nails and bam! There you were, sitting at your vanity with the camera and acrylic all set up. You’re about five minutes into the video already and you've only glued two nails.

Calming down, you continued to find the right sized nails for him, “you're being a really good sport about this, Spence.”

He was quick with his response, “when is being a good sport going to start benefiting me?”

You laughed again, squeezing his wrist as you placed a drop of glue onto his middle finger. “You'll look even more beautiful.” Placing the tip down, your next words were spoken under your breath, “even if I have to make these tips extra wide.” When the nail was fully on and you began to move on to his ring finger, you felt a small jab at your hand. “Ow!”

“I don't appreciate the comments about my fingers under your breath.” He was being playful and you knew that, but that still stopped you from further comments on his man-hands.

You sped through the gluing process and moved on to priming his nails. Once you got to the actual acrylic part, Spencer flinched. “What are you doing?”

“What?” You slightly panicked, scared you were about to hurt him, but seeing the inquisitive expression on his face made you relax. “You watch me do this all of the time.”

“I just want to know the process.”

“Okay,” you began, dipping the brush in the clear glass in front of you, “I’m dipping the brush in the monomer and gently tapping in on the paper towel to get the excess off. Now, I'm aiming to pick up a bead of acrylic powder, and place it on your nail.”

As you were doing what you were saying, Spencer furrowed his brows. “On my nail? Like, my real nail?”

“Mhmm. Then we’re going to let it dry.”

“So when I take it off will it be close to ripping my nail off?”

His scared expression caused you to suck your lips to your teeth. “Yes?”

He stared at you for a moment before speaking, “the rational part of my brain knows you're playing it up but this is uncharted territory for me so I’m not sure what to expect.”

You laughed and let him know it would be okay before continuing the process and allowing them to dry. When they were done, Spencer was wiggling his fingers and getting a feel for the nails. “I hate it. It’s extremely uncomfortable and I don't understand how you could do anything with these. I already respected you, but I think I have a lot more now.”

You smiled earnestly at his remark, and noticed his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. His reflexes caused him to push them up, one finger from each hand on either side of his glasses secured them back in place, and you couldn't help but laugh once again.

“What?” He didn't understand how his actions made him look.

“You looked the amount of sassy that you are.”

“I am not sassy!”

“Yes,” you began, still laughing, “yes you are.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, holding out his hands to glance down at the nails. “We’re lucky I haven't been called in. Could we take these off now?”

Biting your bottom lip, you gave a cheeky smile. “Yeah… we just have to run to the drug store really quick to grab some acetone.”

“We?” His eyes were big, pleading with you.

“Spencer… it's dark out and I’m not driving to the drug store that is less than 600 feet away. You wouldn't leave me to walk the D.C streets at night by myself, would you?” You knew you got him the moment you mentioned the time of day. Looking at the camera, you smiled and addressed your followers. “We’re going to jump cut to me taking these nails off of Spencer. I think I’ve tortured him enough. He isn’t built for the acrylic lifestyle.”

“I could be!”

“You wanna keep those on?”

“No,” his answer was automatic, again, causing you to laugh.

You cut the camera before grabbing your bag and putting on your shoes, watching Spencer struggle with his Converse from your peripheral. “Come on, lover boy, you never know when you're gonna get called in.” You began to walk out of the room but heard him grumble. “What was that?”

You turned around and smirked at his defeated expression. “Can you help?” He said it a little louder, but still quiet. Shaking your head, you walked over to him. With or without the acrylics, he was truly the sassiest man you knew, and you loved him for it.

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[edamameimei]

Perhaps, Even This —chapter 29

A year ago, you were known as your friend group’s “sunshine.” You were able to light up a whole room with your energy and everyone could rely on you for your quick wit and easy humor. You lived life simply one day at a time. However, seemingly out of nowhere, that all changes. Now a Junior in university, you find it extremely difficult to do all the things you used to do. Especially being the Resident Assistant for the Geffen Dorms. New residents begin to move in and one them is a girl you could only describe as “radiant." Her name is Megan Skiendiel, and at first, you don’t welcome the positivity but as you two continue to meet and hang out, you find yourself becoming the person you used to be. Will you be able to be that person you were a year ago? Or will everything just stay the same?

29. just stay

half written (wc: 877)

You swing the door open, an annoyed expression on your face as you look at the Chinese girl. She walks right past you and into your dorm. You groan as you shut your door, turning around to see Megan crossing her arms and looking at you, attempting to keep a cold expression (to you, it looked more like a pout). You point past her, waving your finger dramatically. “I was in the middle of developing pictures for my BIG PROJECT so I really hope whatever you’re here for is actually worth my time.” Megan frowns at your tone but it quickly contorts into a grimace. She takes a deep breath and says, “You’ve been acting really weird lately and I just wanted to know what was going on.” You stand there, exasperated. You rub your face with your hands, “That’s why you kept banging on my door? To check on me?” 

Your tone is filled with annoyance as you walk past her to go back to your makeshift photography studio. It was dimly lit, with the right amount of light to make sure the photos you took wouldn’t be destroyed. You look over them to see if they are still okay after you briefly opened the door. To your relief, they are still in the same shape as you left them. You feel Megan put a hand on your shoulder and you react instinctively, pushing her away from you with force. Your heart beats rapidly and you feel your body go cold. You close your eyes tightly, preparing for what is to come. But nothing happens. 

You turn to look at her with wide eyes, realizing what you had done. Megan wasn’t Yeji. 

You’re met with the sight of Megan on the brink of tears. You open your mouth to apologize, but she speaks up, cutting your thoughts short. “Well, I’m sorry I fucking care about you.” Your eyes soften at her harsh tone. You look down at your feet, feeling confused. It never made sense to you why Megan was so kind. It reminds you of how you were before your relationship with Yeji soured. It reminds you of how happy you used to be and it hurts you even more when you realize that you’ve shown the Chinese girl the worst side of you. Your eyes begin to glisten with tears at the realization and your mouth goes dry. 

Megan doesn’t deserve any of the shit you’ve put her through.

You quickly pull her into a tight hug, burying your face into her shoulder. Tears fall from your eyes as you whisper, “I’m so sorry I–” You choke up, covering your face with one of your hands as the other clutches at the girl’s shirt. You shake your head, your mind not allowing you to think coherently. The words can’t come out and it frustrates you. You feel so pathetic letting Megan see you this way. The last time you allowed someone this close, to see you so vulnerable, they used it against you and made you hurt tenfold. But as Megan’s arms wrap around you, her hand caressing the back of your head, you feel all your walls come crashing down at once. 

“Please…” Your hold on her tightens as you continue, your voice breaking, “Just stay.”

Megan pulls away, her hand cupping your cheek. She uses the pad of her thumb to wipe away your tears. Her hands slide down your arms, taking your hands into hers. She looks into your eyes, a softness evident in them that you don’t deserve at all. She pulls you toward your bed and sits down, looking up at you with a gentle smile. “I’ll stay here as long as you need me to.” Your heart skips a beat. You nod, squeezing her hands. As if to silently tell her ‘thank you.’ She lets go of your hands and leans down to take her shoes off. You raise an eyebrow at her and chuckle. “Are you making yourself comfortable?” Megan throws her shoes to the side and looks up at you with a goofy smile, her nose scrunched up. “Yeah, I had class all day so I need to take a nap.” She scoots over, throwing the blankets over herself. She lifts them and gestures for you to lay with her. “I think you need a nap too, grumpy.” You roll your eyes, pointing back at your photos. You sigh, “I’ve gotta finish these–” 

She cuts you off, her voice firm, “Y/n L/n. We are taking a nap this instant.” She shakes the blanket for emphasis and you groan, taking off your sweater to reveal the ‘Hybe University’ T-shirt underneath. You slide in next to her, your arms wrapping around her without a second thought. When you realize it, your cheeks begin to burn. But Megan doesn’t mind, only shifting her body closer to you. She wraps her arms around you and looks at you with a dimpled smile. Your cheeks burn even more under her gaze. You pull her closer to your chest, grumbling, “Shut up and go to sleep, Meiyokie.” You feel her giggle in your arms, murmuring an, ‘Okay.’ 

You smile. Your eyes flutter close, feeling safe in this bubble with the Chinese girl.

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“i don’t want to be in the same room as you right now.”

PAIRING: taehyun x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: honestly nothing. dramatic reader? taehyun is so patient and cute

WC: 877

A fire lit up in your eyes as you crumpled your shirt up in the balls of your fists. It didn’t matter if you were about to tear the fabric at its seams. It was ruined anyway.

Your favorite fucking shirt—absolutely ruined before you.

Slowly, you raised your eyes from the laundry you were folding on the bed up to where Taehyun was casually laying down. One hand tucked comfortably behind his head while the other scrolled through his phone, completely unaware of your seething rage.

You let your boyfriend do one good thing to help you do your laundry. Just this once—and this is what you get.

“You alright baby?” taehyun finally looked over at you. Your sudden lack of movement catching his attention.

Unluckily for him, you were in no mood for his kindness. “How many times did i tell you not to wash any white clothes with the colors.”

Taehyun’s face visibly flushed, sinking into the bed a little as he put his phone away. He could now clearly see the rather pink stained fabric that was once a beautiful white button up shirt, one your donned quite often.

He sat up quickly in the bed, reaching for you until you clutched the shirt to your chest, stepping away from the bed. “Oh my god. I am so so so sorry. I didn’t even realize I washed it. I know how much you loved that shirt-“

“I don’t want to be in the same room as you right now,” you huffed in frustration, not caring how dramatic you sounded. You refused to look in your boyfriend’s direction, opting to toss the wrecked fabric into a nearby trash can.

The rest of the laundry had been long forgotten as you pushed the basket away. It was bed time you decided, despite wanting to walk away.

Taehyun’s eyes still searched for yours in the dark after you’d switched off the lights. He tried pleading with you once more as you made your way under the covers next to him. “I promise tomorrow we can go out and I’ll buy you a new shirt or anything you want.” No answer. He made note of how intentionallly far away from him you’d settled into the sheets. “You’re gonna stay mad at me all night aren’t you?”

“That’s the plan!” you smiled sarcastically, making yourself comfortable under the warm covers.

Taehyun shrugged his shoulders, picking his phone back up and continuing to mindlessly scroll. He knew better than to continue pushing any further when you got like this. He would allow the space to sulk for now and make it up to you at some point in the morning.

For a moment you were grateful for the newfound silence. You could be angry at taehyun in peace and try to remember where the hell you’d gotten that shirt from in the first place.

But that initial silence was soon beginning to make you restless. You tossed and turned from one side to the other, laying on your stomach, and eventually finding settlement on your back. Your body was desperately trying to get into a comfortable sleeping position. Arms crossed over your chest, you finally opened your eyes that you hadn’t realized were so tightly shut.

Begrudgingly, you turned your head to the side seeing Taehyun still quitely scrolling through his phone. It was impossible to stay mad at him for so long, especially right before bed. He just looked too pretty beneath the illumination of his phone screen.

“Well,” you spoke up against your will, feigning annoyance. “Are you gonna hold me or not?”

Taehyun broke out into a short fit of laughter as if he’d been waiting for you to say the words. He turned his phone off, gently setting it on the night stand. “You’re a handful aren’t you,” his eyes smiled at you. He joined you beneath the covers, shimmying down underneath them as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his warm skin.

Almost instantly you felt your eyes become ridden with sleep. “I’m sorry, Tae,” you mumbled against his chest, now embarrassed with how you reacted earlier over a stupid piece of clothing.

You rested your chin against his shoulder, craning your neck up to look up at him. “No, I’m sorry my love,” he said so softly you almost didn’t hear him.

You nearly melted against him feeling his baby soft lips pressing against yours. The warmth of his skin transferred to yours making you feel lighter. He leaned further gently into the kiss, his hand trailing up your body so carefully as though you were a made of glass.

His hand found a home in your hair—tucking loose strands behind your ear as his thumb stroked your cheek. His lips never left your lips once except to smile for a moment. You couldn’t help but pout when he eventually pulled away, foreheads resting against one another. You let your eyes flutter close.

“Get some sleep.” You felt the ghost of a kiss against your nose. “We have some shopping to do tomorrow.”

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patchwork

eddie munson x (implied) metalhead!reader

eddie wants to add a new patch to his vest but hates sewing.

a/n: thank you for the love on my first fic!!! this one is based on the fact that i think eddie would be bad at sewing. like he could be good at it but it's funnier to think that he's not. also you will probably see a lot of metalhead!reader from me bc it's self indulgent and there's just not enough of it.

warnings: fluff. gn!reader. sewing needles (obviously). one mention of blood/vague mentions of eddie stabbing himself with sewing needles. established relationship. no reader pronouns. no use of y/n. use of "babe," "baby," and "sweetheart" as nicknames from both. playful bickering. eddie is a biter and impatient as fuck. swearing. sort of eddie's pov i guess?

wc: 877

Eddie is good with his hands. It’s undeniable. Between chords, riffs, strumming, and picking, his calloused fingers know how to move, and they know it well.

But the one thing he always struggled with was sewing.

To him, sewing was like the devil. A necessary evil in his life, but evil nonetheless.

There’s a reason his vest has always stayed so empty. Well, a few, but the main one is the fact that his fingers can never get the needle to move quite how he wants it to. He’s always stabbing himself so hard it draws blood, somehow. One time the needle went clean through. He was able to crack it for long enough to get his back patch on, and one or two more, but then he decided he’d be able to live with it like that. At least for a while.

But now he has you. You, the beautiful thing laying on the floor of his bedroom. You, the one with a cooler vest than him. He can’t let that slide for much longer, can he? He finds himself trying to sew on a new patch he got up in Indy, but he’s already giving up.

“Babe,” He calls from atop his bed, “can you sew this for me?” He gives you that look. The one where he tilts his chin down and looks up at you with his big, wet eyes and bats his eyelashes when he wants something.

“You can’t finish it yourself?” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice that he’s keen to pick up on. 

“It’s–ugh… it’s just not going well.” He sighs, frustration showing. 

You stand up from your place on the floor and snake into the spot next to him on the mattress, getting as close as you can without sitting on top of him. 

“Baby, you have like… five stitches done.” You say, looking up at him with a sarcastically annoyed glare.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, though.” He pouts, playing it up like he always does.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure whether to argue or just accept it.

“Ugh, fine. Give it to me.” You pretend to be annoyed, but in all honesty, you can’t help but adore that he relies on you for things like this. It’s weirdly sweet, just like him. You’re able to quickly get into the groove of stitching the patch on, up and down, out and in. It’s relaxingly repetitive, but Eddie is looming next to you. He’s leaning over, a little too close, mesmerized by the way your hands work.

“Ed, can you get out of my fucking face?” You say playfully. He leans back a little to watch from a distance for a minute before leaning in and sinking his teeth into your shoulder. “Ow, you dick.”

He’s as impatient as ever. You can feel the way he’s practically vibrating beside you as he waits for you to finish with the stitching. 

“Go do something,” You tell him, knowing you’re only halfway done, and he won’t last at this rate. 

“But I wanna watch.” He pouts again.

“Put some music on at least, please?” You ask, putting on a softer tone so you know he’ll get up and do it. 

When he reaches his tape deck, he starts shuffling through his collection, trying to find the one that calls out to him. The previous album you were listening to finished a while ago, and neither of you were bothered enough to get up and change it. Eddie finds the cassette he was looking for, and pops it in with a grin. 

It’s the mixtape he made for you for your third date. A little corny, he knows. But, he’d never really gone out with anyone before he went out with you, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. Especially not when he found the coolest person to ever grace this horrible town. 

Your third date was a night that he’ll never forget. He picked flowers out of the rich neighborhoods’ front gardens, made a glorious mixtape out of all the music you guys talked about loving, and showed up to your house on time. That’s big for him. 

He took you out to a real dinner. It might’ve just been the little Italian place on Main Street, but Eddie made sure to save extra cash for the week leading up so that he had enough to pay for you. 

And now here you are, sitting on his bed, sewing for him. It’s so domestic that he thinks he’s going to explode. The way you’re so comfortable in his space, and you’re so comfortable around him. 

“I’m done, babe.” You softly call to him, holding up his prized possession to show your handiwork. 

His eyes widen when he sees you, the giant smile on your face, so proud of yourself—and an even bigger grin breaks out on his own. He almost tackles you onto the bed, engulfing you in one of the most aggressive, warmest hugs he’s ever given you. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” His voice is muffled in the hug, but he makes his point clear by littering your cheek with kisses. With one big smack of his lips on your skin, he mumbles, “God, I love you.”

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The guards must have made some merry of their own--in any case, they don't seem too interested in working. They only frog-marched him out as far as the gardens, and they weren't too rough about it, either. Nobody even threatened to cut off his hands.

Just as well. As prissy as this garden is, some poor schmuck has been coerced to work hard on it. A gentle floral scent wafts through the chill air, with something sharp and herbal just beneath. It's a good place to nurse a wine headache, and maybe just a little shame.

Not shame that he stole, of course. Down the line, there are dozens--maybe hundreds--of good salt-of-the-earth people hurting because that overlarge leech demands that decadent standard of living. The gold that made that fucking clock should have been feeding a family. Disgraceful.

No, it's more that he's losing his touch. As a kid, he used to hunt from dawn to dusk in the Mad King's forests, and you never saw him getting caught. He wouldn't have lived this long, otherwise.

Shinon sighs, low and heavy, and thinks of the bad old days. He thinks of the little gilded pegasus still tucked into his quiver. How many sacks of grain would that have bought his mother?

How much whiskey would it have bought his father, more like.

He's just working up some proper bitterness when a body slots in neatly next to his. He doesn't need to look up to know it's Soren. They'd been comrades long enough.

Soren's playing with a knife. There was a time not too long ago when Shinon would have had to wrench the thing from his precocious little hands.

He wonders how long ago that was for Soren. Such a difference in the way he carries himself.

And then Soren offers him something: a gaudy gilded little brooch, looking much more agreeable with its glittering eyes gouged out. It's still got scraps of the leech's silks clinging to the pin.

Shinon snorts--and then laughs proper, full-throated. Too loud, too raucous for what's meant to be such a delicate bower.

He claps Soren on the back, and then--insult to injury--he vigorously ruffles Soren's silky hair.

"You turned out alright, y'know."

Not the priggish bastard I thought you were gonna be.

Not a fuckup like me.

He hefts the brooch in his hand. It's heavy. Might actually be solid gold.

"What'd'you say the soup kitchen in town finds this on their stoop tomorrow?"

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// lets make it awkward

He'd come to this party to get drunk and steal knick-knacks, and, well. Two for two. He had a nasty red wine headache and a little porcelain pegasus tucked into the bottom of his quiver. The details are done in gold paint. He daydreams about tossing the thing off the wyvern launch.

But wait. Shit. Nobody saw him do that, right?

Fuck. There was Soren. Jumped-up know-it-all little brat.

Shinon stares, his brow furrowing deep as a mountain crevasse. He scuttles drunkenly aside, into an archway where some stupid... decorative weed is hung.

Soren didn't see that, right?

[katebisxop]

whoops, wrong way | gwen stacy

summary: gwen doesn't need her spider-senses to know that there's something between her and miles' best friend.

warnings: bestfriend!miles, female!reader

wc: 877

gwen swings through a now-familiar city, excitement coursing through her veins as she feels the cold breeze seeping through her suit and to her skin. she had so many things to tell miles after a week of universe-hopping - like mayday's first word.

she reaches an apartment and scales its walls, internally keeping count of how many floors she'd climbed.

taking in deep breaths, she flattens herself against the wall beside a wide-open window. "miles! you won't believe what just happened-" with a swift hand, she pulls down her suit's hood and her mask, before turning around to slide into miles's bedroom-

-or, well, what she thought was miles's bedroom.

she comes face to face with a girl, around her age, an uneaten sandwich in her hand as she stands halfway through the doorway.

gwen stops mid-slide, so that she has her legs in the room but her upper body was still awkwardly outside. "oh, sorry, wrong window?"

but it couldn't be, because gwen could recognize the bed and the posters and the bookshelf filled with notebooks.

"is it normal to enter through windows for you?" you ask.

gwen should be leaving. she should be apologizing and asking you to forget about everything and hiding her identity with her mask. she should not be staying and holding a conversation with you.

but she can't help it. there's something about your casualness and your lack of surprise, as if you were used to people in webbed costumes and wall-stickers. she can't help but admire your laidback attitude, your kind aura and your teasing smile.

and, wow, you were one of the most gorgeous girls she'd ever seen.

"certain people's windows, yes," she mutters, averting her gaze and still frozen in her spot.

your smile remained, e/c glazing over gwen's attire before gesturing for her to come inside. "come in. that can't be a very comfortable position. i assume you're looking for miles morales?"

she freezes once again once she's fully inside the bedroom. "you know miles morales?"

a smile plays on the corner of her mouth after hearing you laugh. "of course i do. why else would i be in his house? c'mon."

as gwen follows you through the halls of the apartment, she gets a good look at you. your h/c hair that shimmers from the sunlight shining in through the open curtains, the self-assured posture, the shoes full of doodles.

"how did you know i was looking for miles, exactly?" gwen questions.

"babe," she turns red at that, "why else would you be attempting to enter his bedroom? surely you're not planning on breaking and entering?"

"no," she mutters. "i just didn't expect him to have someone over."

you send her a confused look, interpreting her words as jealousy. "yes, well.."

"you don't seem to be worried about my... outfit."

at that, you smile. "no, of course not. i know about miles' little side-gig, and he's told me about a lot of stuff, so.." you trail off, assuming that this blonde spiderwoman had a thing going on with miles and perhaps mentioning that miles told you about a lot of things wasn't a good idea.

"so you know he's spiderman."

oof. that tone. you shrug. "i'm sure a secret like that could be a burden. i'm more than happy to share the load. ah, miles, you have a guest."

miles tears his attention away from the television, a sandwich in hand. "gwen!" he scrambles out of the couch and awkwardly stands in front of her. "i didn't know you were coming."

the blonde girl shrugs. "didn't know you had someone over."

"we were just doing homework together!" you blurt out. gwen looks to you with a raised eyebrow. "sorry. i just thought that girls don't usually like their boyfriends hanging out with other girls-"

"wait, wait, wait. say that again?" gwen asks.

"i didn't want to ruin anything?"

"no," she says," the other thing."

you were regretting to speak more and more. "girls don't like their boyfriends hanging out with other girls...?"

gwen turns to miles with a slight glare. "what does she mean?"

with a nervous laugh, miles takes a step back. "i honestly don't know. but we're not dating, y/n! it's.. we're... um, not."

your eyes flicker from miles to gwen. "oh."

"yeah."

"i could still leave, though, since you two might want to catch up-"

"no, no, no, don't leave!" gwen grabs your hand, flinching at the contact even though she initiated the action. she clears her throat and reluctantly lets go, already missing the perfect weight of your hand. "i meant, um, i.."

miles eyes her suddenly shy posture. "you got a crush on my best friend now?"

"what? no!" she denies, only to stare at you in surprise upon hearing you utter the same words. it's only then that she notices your cheeks tinted pink.

a snicker interrupts yours and her staring contest. it's your turn to glare at miles, kicking him in the back of the knee. "shut up, miles."

"okay, but on a serious note," gwen huffs, "i want to get to know your friend, miles. y/n, right?"

you nod.

"pretty name."

you blush, much to gwen's satisfaction.

"oh boy." miles grumbles. "this should be interesting."

[noah-shin]

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Warning: creepy, stalking

Wc:877

Yandere rival who couldn't care less about you when you shifted to his school in the middle of the year. You were not exceptional at first and he didn't think of you as an academic rival.

Yandere rival who actually becomes shocked seeing how you topped most subjects. He contemplated that you were being fake by behaving politely with everyone but him. He didn't even talk with you properly… …

He always stares at you with a blank expression. Though he gives you a hateful stare, his thoughts are all about you. His ears become red watching you laugh or when you glance at him.

Yandere who always makes sure that you sit right beside him so that he could busk in your presence. It has become a rule between students to never sit on your seat. So that your rival could stare at you with ease.

Yandere rival who is envious of the fact that you're naturally talented. How could you be so care free and still top all exams? "You must have cheated," He would say to piss you off. You would just smile at him and go back to your own world. He holds grudges against you for having loving parents who never pressurize you for anything. (Unlike him)

He always asks the teacher to put you both together in a group project to spend more time with you. He always comes over to your place to finish the job and always asks if you made the cookies you gave him. He always finishes his work beforehand to just stare at you and listen to you talk during the meeting. He has a pleasant expression while gazing at you.Suspiciously whenever he comes over to your house, something goes missing. Doesn't matter what it is. Your chapstick, that old pencil, watch,anything associated with you. "Did you accidentally take my chapstick?" He would deny any claims saying he doesn't even know you use pink color, peach flavored chapstick… ..

Bad attention or good attention doesn't matter to him. If he gets attention from you, that's enough. He always nags you and tries to find your fault even though he actually gushes all over it in his house.

Yandere's rival who is jealous of the fact that you're his best friend's close friend and his friend knows more about you than him. He's aware that you're trying to snatch his friends, his position, everything! " You're so jealous yn" (he actually want you to snatch everything away along with him)

He constantly talks about you and only you in his friend circle. The only reason he keeps those losers with him is to talk shit about you. He is so bitter, observing that you look so happy minding your own business while he thinks of you every second. He thinks talking about you and constantly keeping you in his mind will motivate him to do better.

Yandere rival who uses students to know more about you. He thinks nobody is good enough to be with him except you but still acts politely with your friends. "Hey! So why didn't yn come to school today?" He doesn't even care that he makes it so obvious.

Yandere who gets mad when he sees anyone else bully you and sometimes defend you. Though he acts salty with you, he never takes it too far to emotionally drain you out. Moreover,his obsession extends out of academic life too.

He has a whole shrine of your pics and other stolen things from those group projects. He has a diary describing his feelings to you with your pictures stuck to every few pages. In some of them, you're smiling, sleeping or even eating in your not so secure house.

Yandere rival who wakes up hours early to just sneak at you while you're sleeping. His day is not fulfilled until he follows you back to your home to make sure you're safe and sound. He's pretty good at being sneaky too and knows nobody will believe any accusations against him.

He's so smitten with you that it doesn't matter if he becomes second in the exam. Because obviously you deserve the first position.

Yandere rival who just wants your attention so badly that he taunts you on a bad day just so that you will hit him. That way at least you will make physical contact with him. He doesn't hear the curses you throw at his face. You shudder watching him moaning from hitting his face."Did you fucking enjoy that, creep?!" You stepped back in disgust. Who knew your rival was a masochist?

You were so blinded by the rivalry that you didn't even notice how his pants tightened when you screamed at him.

But when you have known his intentions,you became paranoid and spill the tea to everyone. Unfortunately no one took you seriously.You feel hopeless seeing nobody believes your words.

Yandere rival who stalks all your social media accounts and sends you messages from fake accounts.

He doesn't let anyone give you gifts on valentine's day and makes sure you don't go on date with anyone. He's just way too much in love to let it happen

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˙⋆✮rise and shine✮⋆˙

tags: oral (f giving + m receiving)

wc: 877

As the first faint rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains, I groaned, as my eyes struggled to open. A heavyweight pinned me down, and a warm, familiar pressure grew on my cheek. Satoru was straddling my chest, his eyes sparkled while a mischievous smile played on his lips. My cheeks flushed as I realized he was rubbing his shaft against my face, his hips making a gentle, rhythmic motion that sent waves of shock and confusion through my body. "’toru," I murmured, trying to push him away, but his grip on my wrists was surprisingly firm. "What are you doing?" I whined, my voice still sleepy. "Wake up, wake up," he pleaded, his movements growing more insistent. "Why are you...?" I sputtered, my question trailing off as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin. This was not how I had expected to start my day, but as his breathing grew heavier and his grip tightened, I couldn't help but feel excitement at the thought of what he was gonna do next. Satoru leaned in closer, his penis now pressing insistently against my mouth. "You know what I want," he whispered, his sweet voice making me blush.

The head of Satoru's penis grazed my bottom lip, wetting it with his pre-cum. His rubbing grew more urgent and desperate, as his breathing hitched when he watched my eyes widen with a mix of shock and arousal. His hot skin rubbed on my cheek and brushed against my nose, filling the room with his sweet scent. My heart hammered in my chest, and my mouth watered. The tip of his cock traced the seam of my lips, and before I could even process the thought, they parted slightly, allowing him to slip in just a little. His grip on my wrists tightened, and he let out a low growl of pleasure. "Good girl," he murmured, his hips rocking slightly as he ground his shaft against my face. "Just like that." I couldn't deny the way my body responded to his dominance over me. The warmth of his skin and the softness of his cock against my tongue was addicting.

My tongue darted out to taste him, flicking over the sensitive tip of his cock. Satoru's grip on my wrists tightened further, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. "Fuck yes," he said throwing back his head, his movements becoming more demanding. Seeing his reaction, I opened my mouth wider, taking more of him in. His length slid over my tongue, letting me feel his cock twitch in response. His breathing grew ragged, and his whines grew louder filling the room. The warm taste of him made me squirm under him. Looking back at me, he released my wrists, his hands moving to cup my cheeks, gently caressing them with his thumbs. I closed my eyes, and he began to gently thrust into my mouth, setting a rhythm that was driving me crazy. Each time he pulled back, my tongue swirled around the tip, and as he pushed back in, I felt my throat constrict around him, making me surprised at how much I was craving more.

Looking down at me, Satoru's hips began to roll faster, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with a slick sound that grew louder with each thrust. My hands, now free, tentatively found their way to his thighs, caressing them as I tried to keep up with his increasing pace. Each time he hit the back of my throat, a moan left his mouth, encouraging me to take him deeper. His thumbs stroked my cheeks, and his fingers moved down to keep me in place. My body grew warm, and my pussy grew wet with each sound that escaped his pretty pink lips. As he picked up the pace, I felt his cock swell in my mouth, letting me know that he was close.

Suddenly, Satoru pulled out, his cock still connected to my mouth by a string of my saliva mixed with his pre-cum. He hovered above me, panting heavily, "Look at me," he said with a hoarse voice. I opened my eyes, my gaze locked onto him as he stroked his dick rapidly. A few more strokes and then with a groan, he came, painting my face with warm pearly white ropes of cum. As the last drops of cum fell from the tip of Satoru's cock, he watched with a satisfied smile as they slid down my cheek, feeling the warmth and stickiness of his release. His eyes sparkled with satisfaction seeing my face before reaching to the bedside table, grabbing a handful of tissues and gently wiping my face. Once he cleaned me up, he discarded the tissues, moved away, and lay down next to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body closer to his, and let out a content sigh as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck. His breathing evened out, and his heartbeat slowed, thumping against my chest as he snuggled in close.

"Rise and shine," he said, before leaving a hickey on my neck. We laid there, snuggling while our bodies entwined as the sun continued to rise outside filling the room with its beams.

[paperbackribs]

Eddie's Proposal

Prompt Day 28 – Proposal | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Eddie and Chrissy are besties, pre-steddie, buckingham, no Upside Down AU | WC: 877  For the @steddieholidaydrabbles

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“I have a proposal for you,” Eddie says.

Chrissy looks up from filing her nails, splayed across his bed with head and hands hanging off the edge, “I thought we established you don’t swing that way, babe.”

Folding his legs under him, Eddie sits cross-legged on the navy carpet by her side. David Bowie plays softly in the background because he’s not a barbarian and he’d do anything for this girl; plus, Steve loves Dancing in the Street and who is Eddie to not develop an appreciation in the gorgeous face of all that enthusiasm?

He tuts at her, “But you do about the other half of the time, so I have a proposal for you.”

“Eddie, dear, darling of my heart, you should have brought a ring. Maybe a big cheesy placard with hearts painted all over it.” She focuses on a particularly rough edge, squinting at it. “Diamond princess cut, please and thank you, sweetheart.”

Eddie scoffs even as he rubs his sweaty palms over his knees. The album fades into Cat People and Bowie roars that he’s been putting out fire with gasoline. He wonders if the lyrics are why he feels so hot suddenly. “No, not for me. For Steve.”

Chrissy’s smile is immediate and bright, “Thank God. Yes, do it. Ask him out, for sure.” Her long blonde hair shakes around her face as she laughs, a beautiful tinkling sound that spears through his heart. Eddie grips his knee; this is what he wants, he reminds himself.

“I think you’ll have to do it, he’s too shy,” Eddie says around the copper in his mouth.

Chrissy snorts, shooting him a wry look, “Steve Harrington? Shy? He struts around in barely there short shorts whenever we come over for his pool. The man doesn’t have a shy bone in his body.”

“There’s a bone somewhere,” Eddie mutters to himself, thinking of the heart palpitations he’s suffered from an affectionate, touchy-feely Steve by the poolside. Louder he says, “But you know it’s different for emotional stuff. He’s been hurt before and I think he’s gun shy.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t track,” she rebuts, frowning as she accidentally chips a piece of baby blue polish off. “He’s been very clear that he wants to move on. And with who.”

Eddie feels the blood drain from his face, dropping below the heart that has fallen out of his chest with a splat. “He’s asked you out already.” As he watches Chrissy’s face move through a series of complicated expressions, Eddie tells his heart to get itself under control: this is good, this was the goal all along.

“Eddie,” Chrissy begins, throwing aside her file to prop herself above him on her elbows, he tilts his head up to meet her suspicious gaze. “Are you asking me to date Steve? Not someone else?”

“Definitely not someone else,” Eddie answers quickly. “He should have the best and you’re the best, you two would be… the best together,” he finishes lamely albeit sincerely.

Eddie immediately knows that his crush on Steve has been ill-hidden when her wide blue eyes fill with pity. What he doesn’t expect is for amusement to swiftly replace it. “You’re an idiot,” she says affectionately.

Eddie straightens, he doesn’t expect her to cede ground to Steve because well, look at the gorgeous, sweet fucker, but she doesn’t need to rub his nose in it. “I know,” he sighs, “And I shouldn’t have let myself develop feelings for him, but at the very least I would be happy if he were happy.”

He moves up, kneeling like a knight under his queen, taking her hand in earnest, “You two are the best people in my life, and I just know you’d be good for each other.”

“Eddie…” She moves her free hand up to his head and instead of the gentle stroke he had expected she takes a chunk of his hair and yanks it, hard. “Ow, motherfucker!” He jerks back, staring at her incredulously.

“Eddie Munson, who does Steve spend all his time with?” She demands exasperatedly.

“Me,” he shakes his sore head, “That’s how I know you two would fit.”

“Yeah, well, Robin might knee-cap you for suggesting it.”

“Robin? You and…” Eddie tilts his head, the only way he can keep the world in focus as it tips over. “Yes, me and Robs,” Chrissy rolls her eyes, “And I think she would knee-cap me if I tried to hit on Steve when he clearly wants you.”

The world is still tilting, he thinks as he wordlessly points to himself. Chrissy nods, smirking. “Apparently, she’s not that far off of doing the same to Steve, if only to put him out of his misery.”

“Because he wants… me?” Eddie whispers because reverent things should be treated delicately. Chrissy patiently nods, allowing him time to reconcile the hope ballooning inside him against the sudden drumming of impatience.

Eddie drops her hand, scrambling up. “Sorry princess, I have to see a man about a proposal,” he calls out as he runs out of the room.

Chrissy shakes her head, grabbing her file and flopping back onto the pillows on his bed. “I’m surrounded by idiots,” she mutters, thinking about how Robin’s going to lose it when she tells her about this later.

[orangeinecstasy]

cherry cola, pt. two ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟcalum hood

paring: calum hood x clifford sister reader (fem implication)

summary: it's once again time for the yearly clifford beach house stay, but things are different. working on their new album the rest of the guys join, hoping the change in scenery will spark some inspiration. will the work get done? or will a forbidden romance blossom?

an: hello beautiful people! i'm so sorry the second part too so long for me to get to you. i hope you enjoy!

cw: smoking, drinking, cursing, age gap, smut

wc: 877

taglist: @riya-kaur @percysaidnever

tuesday

“Y/N got help, Calum, with the dishes.” Your mom nods toward the kitchen as she cleans off the dining table. You hum a response, grabbing your plate before you make your way into the kitchen. 

“I’ve come to the rescue.” Calum chuckles at your words, glancing in your direction with a smile. “My savior” 

You smile, setting your dishes in the sink. “You can go ahead and start drying them, love.” you nod, taking a dish cloth and drying the clean culturally, the metal cool in your hands. 

You stand in silence for a moment. It’s not uncomfortable, but something indescribable builds in the air between you two. He can sense that you’re thinking about something. His hip nudges yours as his hands scrub pasta sauce off of a plate, his arms flexing as the veins in his hand become more propionate. “What are you thinking about? I can partly hear the wheels in your head turn.” 

It’s a simple question, but you can feel your skin heat up and your core throb as you press your legs together. 

I’m thinking of you. You bending me over the countertop as your wet hands kneed my skin. Calloused fingertips pushing past the hem of my panties with ease. The feeling of your five-o’clock shadow against my inner thigh. Fucking into me, hot and slow. 

You shake your head, shrugging, and bite back a smile, “Nothing.” 

The house is quiet as you move through it. Cold hardwood pressing to the balls of your feet, soon met with concrete as you walk outside. The moon cast a bright glow on your skin, filling you with calm and energy as you walked towards the pool. 

Tossing your towel onto one of the pool chairs, you strip the clothes from your body. Nipples pebble, goosebumps spreading along your skin as you step into the water. You hummed, letting the warm water consume you as you lazily swam through it. 

You heard the deck door open and shut up with a loud click. You quickly swam to the pool’s edge, trying to hide your bare body as you blinked the water from your eyes, the figure still blurry in the distance. 

“What are you doing out here? It’s one in the morning.” Cal’s voice settles familiar in your ears, causing a wave of embarrassment mixed with euphoria down your spine. 

“Just a late night swim,” You rest your chin against the edge of the pool, concert rough against the skin. 

He cocks his brow, sitting on the edge of one of the pool chairs. “You always were a weirdo.” He shakes his head, tapping his pack of cigarettes against his thigh before pulling one out and placing it between his lips. “But you love me.” You smile, pushing yourself off the edge of the pool. 

“Could you throw me the towel?” He tosses it to you before cupping his hand to cover the cig as he lights it, the small flame casting a warm glow onto his skin. 

You say a small thank you, grabbing the towel as you make your way to the steps of the pool, wrapping it around you as you make your way out of the water. You wrap the towel tighter around your bare body, fully realizing the situation that you’re in. Naked. In front of the guy, you’ve been in love with your whole life. 

He takes a long drag off his cigarette, dark eyes landing on yours. You clear your throat, skin prickling with heat under his gaze. “Can I have one?” 

“You?” he chuckles, smoke slipping between his lips. “Have you ever even smoked before?” 

You shift in your seat, the cold plastic sticking slightly to your wet thighs. “No, but what does that matter? God, stop acting like my brother.” You shove his arm gently, biting back a smile.

He laughs gently. “Sorry, sorry.” taking another drag. “Why don’t you shotgun it first?”

“Okay.” your words are quite as Calum moves next to you, warmth radiating off his body as he takes another long pull off the cig, letting it settle in his chest for a moment before he cups your face. Calloused hands on your skin, making your hair stand on edge. Your lips part as smoke slips past Calum’s, the queue for you to slowly inhale. 

The warmth of his body, mixed with the unfamiliar menthol feeling, makes you feel light-headed. Your arms wrap around Calum’s neck, closing the gap between your bodies. “Y/N..” he breathes out before you connect your lips. It’s soft and hesitant until he slowly melts into you. Strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you even closer. 

He tastes like smoke and mint, consuming all your senses as your hand slips up his shirt. He quickly pulls away, breath hitched and lips slightly plump from friction. “Y/N, I, we… We can’t do this. I’m sorry.” 

He stands quickly, shaky hands stubbing out the cig. His mouth opens, trying to find the right thing to say, but nothing comes out. He briefly looks at you, eyes dark, before walking back into the house. 

The familiar click of the deck door settled the reality of it all. You’re an idiot, and he doesn’t feel the same. 

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 11 - Disagree | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 877 Part 4 Part 3 and Part 5 | Part 1

“What do I need to wear?” Regulus asks over the phone.

James huffs a small laugh, playing with Harry, “You don’t need to dress up, love. Just wear what you normally do.” 

“But I- this is your ex-wife, James. This is the mother of your child, James.”

“It’s also your brother and Remus.” James counters, “You know them, you don’t have to worry about it.” 

“Agree to disagree.” Regulus grumbles.

James leaves Harry to play with his toys while going back to working on the food, “If you really want to dress up a bit more, just wear one of your nice button ups and slacks.”

“That’s so vague, James.”

James sighs, a mix between fond and frustrated, “Wear that nice silky black button up you have and those cute pants that Pandora put the flowers on. Then you accessorise as you please.”

Regulus is quiet for a moment, probably mentally cataloging the outfit and thinking it through before he hums, “Yeah, that. Yeah that works. That feels nice. Thank you James.”

“It’s not a problem, love..” James smiles, despite knowing that his boyfriend can’t see it, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“It’s happening at your place.” Regulus says, sounding more like he’s reminding himself than he is asking. James hums his agreement nonetheless and he hangs up a couple minutes later, telling Regulus that he has to finish making the food. 

Hours later, Lily has shown up at the house with her new girlfriend in tow -- a girl named Mary that she met through work and has been telling James about. James is quick to pull Lily into a hug with a kiss pressed to her cheek and take the container of bitterballen that they brought along with them from Mary’s arms. James puts the container near the pastels that James just finished then disappears into the kitchen once again. 

After a while, Remus and Sirius barge into the house holding platters of welsh rarebits that they leave in the kitchen.

Eventually, James has pretty much finished cooking and the family is all sitting around, just waiting for Regulus to show up -- which he texted ahead of time and informed James that he was going to be a bit late after a bit of a run in with his roommates -- chatting, and playing around with Harry. 

And when the doorbell rings one last time, James is the first person to stand up. When he opens the door, his breath is taken away because, “Fuck. You’re so pretty, Regulus.”

Regulus laughs softly, “Thank you, James.”

“I thought I told you not to bring anything.” James shakes his head when he sees that Regulus is holding a round container.

“No, but I did.” Sirius says, bounding up behind James, “He has this apple tree in the backyard of his apartment building and the things that Regulus does with those apples are magical.”

Regulus shakes his head, “This is tarte tatin. It’s a French dessert with caramelised apples. Aside from Sirius telling me to make something, you mentioned that Harry liked apples so I wanted to bring something I thought he’d like.”

“Well thank you, love.” James smiles, putting his hand on Regulus’ lower back and guiding him into the house. Their first stop is the kitchen but then James is leading Regulus into his living room and introducing him to Lily and Mary. 

As soon as Regulus sits down, Harry is bounding to sit in his lap from where he was originally playing with Remus’ fingers, which makes James laugh, “He is obsessed with you, Reg.” 

“No shock about that,” Remus hums, “Not with the way that Luna is all over him whenever she’s around.”

“Who’s Luna?” Lily asks, tilting her head. Regulus can see just why James married her, she’s beautiful. With long red hair that falls around her body in a perfect way and she’s got this wonderful smile and stunning green eyes just like her son. 

Regulus shakes off those thoughts, “My best friend’s daughter. About the same age as Harry.”

“Pandora’s daughter?” James asks, moving to sit next to his boyfriend, stretching his arm out so it’s resting on the back of the couch and his hand is playing with Regulus' hair. His other hand goes to play with Harry, letting his son mess around with his fingers. Regulus just nods. 

Just soon after, they gather around the table and start to eat, laughing and joking around. Regulus is quiet at first, nervous about meeting Lily -- which is astounding to all of them that know both him and Lily, because she is the sweetest, most easy going person in the world -- but eventually Remus manages to get him sucked into a conversation with himself and Lily about books and he opens up more and more. 

By the end of the night, Regulus is chatting relatively easily with the rest of the group and he seems to have made good friends with Lily --which James is more than happy about -- and by the time that everyone leaves, Regulus is tired and peopled-out so he and James choose to just relax on the couch with Harry and watch a movie.

“That went well.” James hums, “Just like I told you it would.”

“Shut up you snarky bastard.”