#ARE YOU PICKING UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN??

[strang3lov3]

Carmy catches you staring at him out of the corner of his eye. You don’t even try to hide it, you’re that fucking shameless. He doesn’t think you even know you’re doing it; you’re that distracted by him. But he doesn’t get it, either. He’s pissy, he’s greasy. He smells like this fucking place, and yet, you need him. Need, not want. Fucking pathetic.

You need to get yourself together. Today is not the day for you to be pulling this fucking shit. “Eyes on your cutting board, chef, before you cut your fucking finger off.”

It’s your third and final warning.

“Mhm.”

The noncommittal reply pisses Carmy off, but he swallows his anger. He can’t control everything, but he can control how he personally deals with it. Responds to it.

A few minutes later, you’re hissing sharply and dropping your knife, then clutching your finger in pain. Carmy’s jaw ticks as he sees the blood seeping from between your fingers. He gets called paranoid, neurotic, a control freak for being as anal as he is. But look at you, the bleeding mess you are, just as he predicted. He knows people. He knows what to expect. He knows you.

“Carm—“

“Office. Now.”

Carmy marches you to the small office room and sits you on the desk, unconcerned with the papers and overdue bills you’re crumpling under your ass. Who gives a fuck. They’ll send them again anyway.

He pulls a first aid kit from the cabinet and prepares to treat your wound, doing so almost robotically - he’s done this a million times anyway. Carmy pours a bit of alcohol on your wound, pissed when you cry out in pain. “You fuckin’ deserve it,” he spits.

“It was an accident.”

Carmy shakes his head as he searches through the kit. “I don’t have time for this,” he mumbles, tearing open a pack of gauze. “I need you on your shit.” Your skin tingles as he wraps it around your finger a little too tight, making the cut throb and bleed a little harder. “Hold that there.”

Carmy’s nails are too short to pick at the torn end of the medical tape. “Fucking - god fucking dammit,” he swears, fingers fumbling until he gets it. He wraps the tape around your finger, then brings your hand to his mouth and uses his teeth to tear it off the roll.

You’re giving him that fucking look again. The goddamn starry-eyed thing, squeezing your thighs together. Carmy runs his palm down his face, sighing in frustration. It’s gonna be an even longer fucking day if he doesn’t get this out of your system. “Bend over.”

“Wh—”

“Just fucking do it,” Carmy cuts, pulling you off the desk. He flips you over and tugs your pants harshly down your legs, then parts your thighs as far as they’ll go. He takes himself out of his slack and spits in his hand, where his saliva mixes with the little bit of your blood. He strokes his thick cock a couple of times before lining up with your entrance, then pounding into you in one quick, brutal thrust, hard enough to knock your breath out.

“This what you fuckin’ need, huh?” Carmy pants, fucking in and out of your cunt.

“Oh my god,” you moan, reaching behind yourself to hold Carmy’s hand on your hip. As he rocks his hips into you, his balls slap against your clit. The desk rattles, and a bottle of Tums falls and spills on the floor.

“Shut the fuck up.” Carmy covers your mouth with his other hand, fingers digging into your cheeks. “You want Richie to hear you? Huh?”

It’s no more than five minutes before you’re cumming on Carmy’s cock, with your eyes rolling into your skull. You never take long to finish with him.

You put yourself back together, Carmy’s cum dripping between your thighs, and bend down to clean up the spilled antacids on the floor. “Just get the fuck back to work,” Carmy scolds.

“Yes, chef.”

Bare bones, I know. Im just playing around with him rn. Thanks for reading 🩷

[reidrum]

hi lil headcanon: can’t stop thinking about how Spence sees the worst of humanity and lots of violence for his job so when he comes home to you he is extra gentle and savors your goodness and cherishes doing mundane things with you- tidying up and listening to his music, going on walking dates, holding you close literally always- he is extra protective of his beacon of peace and hope in humanity :,)

this is so post prison spencer coded

(i yapped again im so sorry)

following his release spencer reid would struggle to return to normalcy for some time after his whole life was turned upside down for months but the pockets of peace he creates with you he finds are essential to his well being.

your spencer reid wakes up early on the rare saturday mornings he has off making sure you’re still sleeping and sneaks off to the kitchen to make breakfast that will soon wake you up in a few hours with the wafting smell of waffles and coffee. he dons a ‘kiss the chef’ apron you ironically got for him that he unironically treasures deeply as he finishes plating the spread on the tray and bringing it back to the room.

maybe on saturday mornings you always go to the farmers market and you always buy a fresh bouquet of flowers because having them on sunday makes for a good omen for the coming week. and even on the saturdays spencer reid can’t be there you send pictures of the bouquet you picked out that day and it makes his heart so so happy. his favorite thing is when he tells you the significance of different flowers and they show up in the bunch the week after. if one day you don’t go to the farmers market or there just isn’t a bouquet in the house that day spencer reid absolutely cannot have that and so he goes out on his own curating the perfect bouquet of flowers because he’ll be damned if you don’t have your flowers!

i think he would also encourage you to ramble as much as he does because he loves hearing you talk, even if he knows nothing about it or it doesn’t make sense. like for someone who loves info dumping and telling people cool facts, spencer reid is much quieter around you because hearing you talk especially about things you love is so so special to him. he would trade his voice like ariel in the little mermaid if it meant he could hear you talk on and on about anything and everything for the rest of his life.

and like, because this is spencer reid there will be a time that something happens to you because of what he does (alexa play peace), kinda similar to matt and kristy when she’s held hostage at her work or derek and savannah when she gets shot. hotch has to physically keep him away from the scene because he’d be so close to losing it and risking everything by going solo but who can blame him when you, the other half of him that the prophecies say you’d spend your whole lives searching for but he was fortunate and grateful enough to find you so soon, could get hurt. he would harbor the same guilt hotch feels dating anyone after haley because after maeve spencer reid refuses to let anything take you away from him, but here he is putting you in a situation he caused because an unsub he put away has a grievance to settle.

and eventually you’re safe and back in the apartment with spencer reid and he’s just. in crisis mode. because he genuinely is not sure if he can handle something like that happening to you again. but he’s not even sure how to prevent that from ever happening. and he’s so proud of you for how brave you’re trying to be but it’s breaking his heart entirely to watch you do that for him, and he’s so sure he does not deserve your grace at all. so it’s not even a hard decision when he decides to increase his university teaching hours and step away from the bau just to be with you more.

because now you and spencer reid have more time to make flower bouquets at the farmers market every week. he’s bucket listed every museum up and down the eastern coast and fully intends on finishing it before the year ends. he carries a little trial size vial of your perfume in his satchel whenever he misses you a little too much, even when you’re just in the other room. spencer reid wants nothing more than to live a simple life with you, and after the world has dealt him too many bad cards, he’s more than grateful to get to hold these little moments of you close to mend his bruised heart.

[kayhi808]

Was Abby excited for her Papa’s Bertday?… 🥰

A puff of morning breath is what wakes Bucky up this lovely morning, "Papa? Is you wakes?" Abby waits a couple seconds but in a loud whisper, "Is you done sleeps? I'm done sleeps." She lays her head down beside him on his pillow.

He peeks open one eye to see Abby's big eyes staring at him, "Abby??"

A big smile spreads across her face, "You wakes! Yay!" She climbs up on the bed with Pu'a her pig, sticking it in Bucky's face, "Happy Bertday, Papa!"

"Awww...thanks, Abigail." Trying to avoid the stuffed pig, he picks her up and rolls her across him so she's beside him as little spoon. "This is a good morning, thank you." Bucky notices you aren't in bed. "Where's your Mama?"

"She making 'prise breakfast for you."

"Oh yeah? What's she making?"

Not caring one bit that she's ruined your surprise, " Um...egg pockets."

"Egg pockets?"

Sitting up, "You never had egg pockets?? It so yums! Mama cook eggs flat," slapping her hands together, "den she puts in all the things inside." She mimics sprinkling. "an den she folds and closes the pocket."

"You mean an omelet?"

"I says EGG POCKET," frowning at him. Listen. Stop correcting me. Bucky laughs and scoops her closer. "Papa, you knows what?"

"Nope, what?"

"Ims 4," holding up 4 fingers. "How old is you?"

"108."

"What?!" Rolling over to face him, staring at her fingers, "How many fingers is dat? Shows me."

"Abby Baby, it'll take up too many finger AND toes."

"Like all of mines?" She wiggles her hands and toes in the air.

"I'd need mine, yours, Mama's, Uncle Steve's, Natasha & Sam's fingers."

Looking at him incredulously, "You yie! Nobody dat olds."

"Uncle Steve is 107; one year younger than me."

Grabbing his face between her palms, "You's a very old mans." She gives him a pitying look, "Does Mama know you so old?"

Bucky frowns at Abby & rolls out of bed on his way to find you. Abby jumps off the bed & chases after Bucky. When she catches up to him, she holds his arm with one hand and placed the other at the small of his back. "I helps you. Mama!!"

You look up after plating your breakfast. You were going to surprise Bucky with breakfast in bed, but here he comes with the grumpiest frown on his face. Not the look you were hoping for to celebrate his birthday. Abigail, leading him like he's injured. "What happened?"

"Mama, Papa is wike, super olds. He needs me to help him." She pats his arm, "I gots you, okays? I'ms here, Papa. It ok."

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter. "How old is he?"

That earns you a glare from Bucky. Abby tries to ease him down at the dining table & then starts wiggling her fingers & kicking her feet crazily, "Wike, dis many."

"Wow! No kidding."

"You never knows? He didn't tells you?'

Bringing Bucky's egg pockets to the table, "I knew, but I love him anyways." You press a kiss to his temple. "Don't you still love him?"

"Of course! He's my Papa Bear!" She smiles up adoringly at Bucky & he can't help but smile back. "I loves you big much!" Abby climbs into her chair, "I hope you loves me big much too, cos I mades a special bertday present for you. Uncle Steve helps me even. It 'prise. I can't tell you 'til tonight. I really hopes you like it."

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[junefl0wers]

francis forever by mitski….. the winchester brothers…..

[graysnetwork]

guess which bitch is always talking abt wanting more schlatt fluff but not writing it cuz she forgets she has her own free will…

kk im writing👩🏻‍🦯

Schlatt was streaming as he played on his Minecraft server, his headphones were in as he listened to the donations coming in from his viewers. All meanwhile you were putting your daughter to sleep, reading her a bedtime story to get her to relax and make her sleep happily for the night. Your husband could be heard from the room across the hallways as he argued with his chat about rent being due.

An hour had passed since Schlatt had began his stream. The viewers were still spewing back jokes and funny insults to him through donations. Abruptly, he stared at the camera with some sort of anxious look, slightly widened eyes as he paused. He muted quickly, taking off his headphones and leaving the room. Jambo followed behind him quickly like he usually did.

The cat and the man both reached the little girl standing by the door happily. “Hi, daddy” your daughter said, putting her arms out for schlatt to pick her up, and he did so, swiftly and fast. “Hey, sweets, what’re you doin’ up?” Schlatt asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Mommy fell asweep, she didn’t tuck me in,” your daughter explained as she rested her head on her fathers shoulder. A sigh left Schlatts mouth as he walked back to his little girls room. “Okay, c’mon, let’s go tuck you in,” Schlatt opened the door and stared at you. You were snoring a little with a kids book in your lap, your neck cricked to the side—a clear sign of your exhaustion and abrupt sleep because you would’ve never chosen to sleep like that. A blanket was splayed over your feet up to your knees.

“I twied to keep mommy warm,” your daughter explained, making Schlatt melt at the thought of the little girl that was a replica of you try to get her own blanket on you because of how tired you were. “That’s, nice of you, sweets, but you need your blanket to sleep more, I’ll get mommy her own blanket” Schlatt whispered. He kissed your daughters forehead and laid her down in her small bed. “Get some sleep, sweets, tell me about your dreams tomorrow,” Schlatt whispered, grabbing the small blanket from over your body and laying it over your daughters body to tuck her in.

After everything he picked you up, carrying you bridle style, trying not to disturb your sleep. He turned off the lights of the room and carried you out to your shared bedroom. But with the movement of opening the door and turning on the light with you in his arms you woke up. “J..” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you slowly woke up. “Shh, go back to sleep, toots..” Schlatt said quietly, doing his best to coax you back to sleep.

“Did you end your stream? y’comin to sleep?” You asked. He shook his head in response. “No, I’m about to.. go back to sleep, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Schlatt kissed your forehead, tucking you in under the blankets. He knew he shouldn’t lie to you but he wasn’t going to deny himself of going to sleep with you. He was meant to end the stream later but that had been out of his head when he saw your tired eyes.

He left quietly, returning to the room where all his computers were set up. He sat back down not even taking the time to put on his headphones. He unmuted as he closed Minecraft. “I’m ending the stream early.. Jambo’s throwing up, I gotta see what’s goin on,” Schlatt lied as he went to twitch his cursor hovering over the end stream button“I’ll be back.. i don’t fucking know when, bye.”

And with that he ended the stream but his viewers were already on twitter(or x💩) talking about how Jambo had looked fine when they’d seen him walk out of the room behind Schlatt. Was their favorite streamer hiding something? Maybe his other cat broke something outside. Or maybe he was hiding the fact that he’s married and has a little girl. Both of which he loves more than anything in the world.

[riddlesmoon]

maybe the wand only knows someones power once theyve come into proximity with them, by duelling (decides its current master isnt strong enough) or being used (decides current master is The One).

after all, we hear all this talk about it choosing the most powerful master, but in all the examples in history, the master also happens to be the one who has the wand at the time. theres no cases of "the wand was passed around and decided it was definitely this dude". sure you beat the previous owner so youre clearly the master. i mean, theyre not gonna hand it back to check, right?! you could say well it just doesnt work if youre not the master, but we dont really have any evidence... until Harry, who supposedly owns the wand for a good chunk of time while Voldemort has it (who can still perform his "usual magic") (oh and possibly Draco too but i cant remember if the Manor skirmish happened by the time Voldemort stole the wand)

SO LETS BREAK IT DOWN. and by that i mean my god, i talked so so much. i even accidentally made the opening 3 paragraphs long 😭 anyway

the first part of the legend says the eldest brother had the wand stolen while he was asleep, not even while duelling (though this is of course the fairytale version so it may not be true) so maybe the wand senses "oh this guy is so lax hes leaving me out for someone else to take me? well hes definitely not cut out for this" and goes to the next guy. its not the killing that does it, but the owner disappointing the wand.

so if Gregorovitch found the wand without a master nearby, maybe its old master died with it or in an altercation. if the former, thats what Dumbledore tried to do, but ill get to that. if the latter, the other guy clearly either also died or did not bother picking up the wand, so theres no master for the Elder Wand to choose at the moment.

i think whoever manages to find and pick it up is the most powerful wizard... to the wand. if we wanna go more sentient-magical-object, a wand thats so powerful it only chooses the best would be preeetty arrogant... (i am reminded of a theory that the brothers put pieces of their soul in the items) so of course the wand is going to justify to itself, "yes, my current holder is uber powerful. i mean, they managed to find THE wand of all time! but i mean if someone better comes along..."

after all, whats the point of being an all powerful wand without a master? the Elder Wand needs a master. without it, its just a stick. so come on! pick me up!! use me!! lets do something crazy!!!

SO. with this in mind, i do think Dumbledore loses allegiance of the wand the moment he is disarmed. like, "you let your guard down??? im out" (sidenote: it could also be possible he lost allegiance at any point after getting it from Grindelwald, because after Grindelwald he refuses to do things like take powerful positions or like. duel. idk actually what Dumbledore does other than be a headmaster. it could be that the wand thinks this guy is boring as hell, but no ones defeated him and taken the wand from him yet, so, clearly still good enough to keep it.) (this also invokes the image of the Elder Wand getting really excited during the Ministry duel. like "oh FINALLY im getting some action!") (yk maybe thats where the reputation for it making the wizard cast more powerful spells comes from. it gets excited when duelling and does bombastic stuff lol)

OKAY. SO USUALLY since people fight for the wand intentionally, obviously theyre going to take the wand they won and become the next master. but Draco doesnt know about the wand. he doesnt pick up the wand, so the wand is left masterless. sleeps in the tomb for a while. new guy picks it up. new master! yay! lets do stuff! please!! (granted Voldemort did say something about "i have done my usual magic" but uhhh the wand getting excited was just a hc and theres no actual proof it lets you cast more powerful magic... UNLESS he hasnt proved himself to be powerful enough. maybe it remembers him from the Ministry duel lol. OR, just the canon explanation where its current master is Draco -> Harry so it doesnt enhance his magic.)

SO. in this case Voldemort is the master, or its masterless. how does allegiance transfer to Harry if it never went to Draco? how does Harry win the final duel?

maybe when Harry gives himself up, the wand thinks "killing someone whos literally offering his life is just so pathetic, its not even a duel" and just loses allegiance. maybe it chooses Harry by proximity (or, i just thought of this, the AK rebounding back feels (to the wand) like Harrys the one who killed Voldemort lol), maybe its just masterless. when they duel, it doesnt matter if the wand actually belongs to Harry or not, it just doesnt belong to Voldemort. and Harry does use the Disarming spell and catch the wand, so by now, hes definitely the master.

alternatively or combined with that, it could be a Master of Death thing where hes always meant to be the MoD across timelines, fate etc. or the wand can sense that Harry has the Cloak and Stone. kinda like oh you found my family! oh becoming the Master of Death is just reuniting the three brothers... wait thats kind of cute

alternate-alternatively, we cut at all the way back where Draco Disarmed Dumbledore (what a phrase) and say okay, the wand really did go to Draco there and somehow is able to tell across miles that Harry has beaten Draco (who knows, wandlore is a ~mysterious thing~), and everything plays out like canon, just that the reason Voldemort killing Harry doesnt pass allegiance to him is the Harry-offering-himself-up thing, or MoD, or oh, i dunno, because he didnt even die 😂😂😂 the spirit of Antioch Peverell going "he was literally just standing there and you couldnt even kill him?! thats it im done." while Cadmus and Ignotus snicker by the side

or maybe it senses that Voldemort killed the piece of his own soul in Harry. which is, well, himself. so the wand does a sort of "you just killed yourself? not very chad and anti-Death of you my guy. and that guy actually did escape Death holy shit" bit and loses allegiance in that moment, or switches to Harry, it doesnt matter.

SO. ALL THAT SAID. conclusions. yes.

the Elder Wand chooses its master by picking whoever manages to wield it

but if they disappoint the wand, usually by by losing a duel or being killed, then theyre no longer its master

but it doesnt necessarily transfer to whoever beat them until said winner actually picks up the wand

and if not? back to "whoever manages to wield it"

and the reasons H is able to claim ownership of the wand by the final duel (working off the theory that V became master by stealing it off Dumbledore):

V loses ownership of the wand by not killing Harry clean (can also be read as: H evades Death), and H wins it in the ensuing duel

or, H gets ownership after coming back to life because V self-defeated in some way

or, H gets ownership (or the wand considers him more than V. or always had ownership, whatever) because hes the Master of Death

or, H gets ownership because he has the Stone and Cloak with him and the Wand recognises them

or we can go back to Draco Disarming Dumbledore and say:

Draco owns the Elder Wand post-Dumbledore death

Harry owns it post-Malfoy skirmish

V killing H does not transfer allegiance because of one of the reasons above

WHEW. AFTER ALL THAT. after all that Snape still died for no reason LMAO whoops i totally forgot about the possibility that it really does pass through murder. erm. itd just be Snape -> Voldemort -> (one of those damn reasons above again) -> Harry.

WE DID IT WE FINISHED THE POST! im so sorry its so long and probably disjointed and messy its literally like 5:40am and ive been writing this post for two hours 😭 worth it tho

now i have thoughts of mini Peverells in the Hallows watching over people who own them, influencing them to use them... that could be an interesting oneshot series.

How the Elder Wand Choses its Master

So, this is a short theory, but it is an interesting one and I kinda wanna make note of it anyways. And that is:

I don't think the Elder Wand allegiance works the way we're told.

To clarify, I don't think the Elder Wand passes to whoever defeats its master. I have a few reasons to think that, and I'll cover them here.

Firstly, it doesn't make sense. Like, the legend of the Elder Wand is that it's udefeatable. An unbeatable wand whose wielder can never lose. Except, the wielder does lose, and often. It's how the ownership supposedly transfers from one master to another. We're told Dumbledore won the Elder Wand when he defeated Grindlewald in a duel. We see Draco win its allegiance when he disarms Dumbledore.

It just doesn't make sense for both legends to exist simultaneously. How can an unbeatable wand be won in a duel? The whole point is that it's impossible to win against it.

Secondly, its allegiance clearly doesn't work the way the legend says it does. So, if we look at the ending of the books, as an example, Dumbledore was the master of the Elder Wand, and then Draco disarmed him, becoming the master. Harry disarmed Draco from a different wand and became the master like that. Then Voldemort kills Harry in the forest, but Harry is still the master of the Elder Wand?

I mean, Voldemort killed Snape to become the master of the Elder Wand (when he thought Snape was the master), but when he killed Harry, it didn't help him. So killing Snape was useless?

Like, we outright see that defeating the master doesn't make you the master when Voldemort kills Harry.

(And if it was because Harry threw the fight, then Draco shouldn't have become the master after Dumbledore because Dumbledore didn't fight Draco by choice)

So what does? How does the allegiance change?

Well, Ollivanders tells us exactly how: "the wand chooses the wizard"

This is just as true for the Elder Wand as any other wand.

What I think the Elder Wand does is that it chooses its wizard. Essentially, in a duel where one wizard has the Elder Wand, the Elder Wand chooses its preferred owner and then chooses who wins. If it wants its current master to win, it's unbeatable. If the wand decides it wants the opponent, though, it chooses who it wants to madter it and throws the fights it's in.

It's why Dumbledore defeated Grindlewald and won its allegiance — the Wand chose Dumbledore.

It's why killing Harry in the forest didn't make Voldemort the master of the Elder Wand — the Wand already chose Harry, so Voldemort was never it's master. It's possible Draco was never the Elder Wand's master either and that it was Harry since the moment Dumbledore died, we can't tell for sure.

So that's it, kind of a short theory, but one I find interesting nonetheless.

[strangelysamantha]

dancing ✧

steve harrington x fem!reader.

warnings: NSFW! 18+, MDNI. daddy kink, sugardaddy!steve, overprotective!steve, smut, unprotected sex, spanking, rough sex, needyness, foreplay, SUGAR DADDY = DADDY KINK! ect

summary: sugar daddy steve picks you up at a strip club and hes desperate to please you.

a/n: i love steve harrington and i want to write about him 24/7. this is 100% filfthy. masterlist is pinned. like if you enjoyed. thank you.

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"cmon baby give me your number." steves words slurred together, the hint of whiskey lingering. "dont make me beg." he let out a slight groan when you bent down close to his face. "sorry handsome," your hand reaches for his shirt. "you gotta show me how bad you want this." you smoothly danced around him, joining your girls back on the pole. your hips move to the beat, you sensually look at steve, biting your lip. you grab the pole, swinging around, you were close to your break, ready for some water. the current song ends and you wave goodbye, picking up your bills before heading to the back.

you smiled at the girls in the room, you sit down quickly, drinking your water. "fuck that steve guy wants you so bad." you smirk at the other dancer's comment. "i know, it's kinda hot isn't it?" she smiles brightly, "you need to bag him... he's loaded." you glance over, "rich rich?" she nods, "richer than that." you shake your head in disbelief. "how do you know?" she shakes her head, "he's kind of a legacy around here. he endorsed this club when it started to struggle. hes always here, but he never flirts with anyone." you gasp, "but he's flirting with me?" she enthusiastically exclaims, "exactly! don't screw this up!" the pressure quickly sank in, and you became nervous. "i definitely won't." she stands up, "im back on but i had to let you know." you smile, "i appreciate your heads up."

you touch up your make up, adjusting your jewerly. your money is safely put away in your locker, and you head back to the stage. you began dancing to the song, swiftly making your rounds up and down the stage. steve watched in admiration, his eyes locked on your figure. he was obsessed, he knew you never got with anyone. he had been watching you for some time. he was curious the first day he met you, he was entranced by your beauty and quickly decided who he wanted to support. he lifted a hand, signaling you to come over. you head his way, you bend down. "what do i have to do?" he questions. you playfully bat your eyes at him. "do you have a pen?" he pulls one out of his pocket. you move his drink over, using the napkin underneath his drink. you write down your number. "how about you call me tonight to find out?" you smirk, " and you better not share that with anyone." with that, you stand back up, you finish your last song. your shift was over by this point.

in the parking lot you run into steve. "look, theres something about you. its so intriguing. i dont want to talk over the phone." you step forward. "ive been eyeing you for a while steve. you're a regular, and you are by far the hottest guy to stumble in that club. why do you have an interest in me?" you bluntly admit your feelings, and your eyes trace the floor. you manage to look back into steves eyes, his eyes are soft and theres a small smile hung on his lips. "the way you present yourself, the way you move, how you respond to people. its enticing, it makes me yearn for you." your heart speeds up from his words, "is there anyway you could come over for some dinner? i know its late." you nod, "that would be nice. i was actually about to get on the bus." he frowns, "do you usually take the bus?" you shake your head. "no, my car was totaled recently though. one night it was parked on the strip and a drunk driver crashed into it while i was working." he tsks, "that's no good honey. i can help you with that."

he leads you to his sleek black car, he opens the passenger door for you. you get inside his car, and he gently shuts the door. he rushes to the other side, hopping in and starting the car. "how can you help me?" you question. he looks at you, "i was going to wait until we got back to my place, but i can ask you now." you look at him with pleading eyes. "tell me now so im not anxious." he smiles, "i want you to be my sugar baby. ill buy you anything you could ever desire, you could stay with me if you wanted, but id get you your own room, your own car. id support you, and only you." your breath quickens at his offer, "what would i have to do?" he smirks, "well, id get to have some fun time with you, physical affection." you nod, your thighs automatically clenching together. "steve, id fuck you even if you weren't paying me." hes slightly shocked by this, "why?" is all he could muster up. "you're so sexy steve. anyone would be lucky to even get a glance from you." you words only inflamed his cockiness, but he was ecstatic you felt this way. he gently grabbed your thigh. "you're gonna be my princess, right?" he asks.

"of course, steve." you melt under his touch, your submission turned steve on. "you ready?" he left his hand on your thigh, and your breath was staggered slightly. "yes." steve starts the car and begins the route to his house. upon arrival you see how huge his house actually is. "you're the only one who lives here?" you look over at him and notice he was already looking in your direction. "for now, but hopefully you'll be my plus one?" you nod, "i would love to live here." he smiles brightly, "that is amazing! we can move your stuff in whenever you want too." you graciously pull steve into a hug. "thank you so much." he happily hugs you back. he leads you inside after unlocking his front door.

inside the interior is more magnificent than the exterior. you are astounded by the furniture and paintings. "its beautiful." he guides you through the rooms, bringing you to the kitchen. "im going to start cooking the meal. make yourself at home." you decide to stay with him, "i want to get to know you steve." he opens the fridge. "ask away." you shrug, coming up short on what to say. "i wish i had a change of clothes so i could shower." you frown slightly looking down at your dirty shorts and random shirt you had packed for the bus ride home. you felt significantly underdressed. "well, i may have done something for you already." he leaves for a few minutes, coming back with a name brand gift bag. "you didn't.." you gasp. he sets the gift in front of you on the kitchen counter. "i bought you a pajama set. you can shower and change into it. that will give me time to prepare you a home cooked meal. then you can ask all the questions you want." your mouth is slightly hung open. "i dont know what i can say, thank you so much!" you open the gift bag, pulling out a fancy name brand set of silk pajamas. "i love them!" you giddily jump out of the chair, wrapping your arms around steves neck. you lean in for a kiss. and he kisses back. you pull away, locking eyes with him. he was desperate with desire to fuck you now, but he knew that wasn't courteous. "follow me, ill get you a warm shower going." you follow behind him, allowing him to set everything up.

you enjoy the warm shower, steve even added steamers, which only caused more relaxation. you step out, drying off before you put-on your new set. you leave the bathroom, your hands full of your dirty clothes. "where should i put these steve?" he turns around at the sound of your voice, "here ill take them." he grabs your pile, and he throws them into the washer. when he returns, he gently places a hand on your lower back, leading you to the dining table. he sits you down, "i hope you like it." steve goes to sit in his seat. "this is all amazing, thank you so much." steves happy he successfully cooked you a good meal.

after the meal, you help steve clean up the dishes. he's quick to put away the leftovers. once everything is cleaned up, steve is showing you to his room. "this is my room, if you ever need me, ill probably be in here." you nod. he continues the tour, "you rooms over here. ill be close in case something ever happens, okay?" you smile, "that is perfect."

"well i think thats all for tonight, let me know if you need anything else. ill be in my room." you thank him generously; still happy he considered you out of all the dancers. you sit comfortably on the bed, but after a few minutes, something starts nagging at you. remembering steve in all his glory, how smart, and sexy he was. it was bound to get you worked up, however, you couldnt help yourself, thinking of all the ways steve wanted you, caused you to become wet. you sheepishly slide out of bed, you remember the directions to steves room, and you gently knock. "daddy?" you call out. steve quickly responds, "yes, baby? come in." you slowly creak the door open, seeing steve shirtless with shorts on in bed. the sight alone causes your legs to become weak. your stomach drops, your heartbeat fast. you bring yourself to take a few steps forward, "can i lay with you?" hes shocked by your request, "of course, get in." he lifts up the blanket. you slide into the bed with him. he pulls you close, “wasn’t expecting you to be in my bed this fast.” he chuckles. you turn over so your head is on his chest, and your arm is wrapped around his torso. you frown, “selfishly, i was thinking about you.” steve lifts an eyebrow, the lighting was dim, the only source being a lamp. “how so?” you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “thought about how you’d taste when your cock was deep in my throat. then it spiraled from there.” you admit honestly. his fingers fiddled with the silk on your shorts. “naughty girl.” he tsks, “well, should we do something about your neediness?” he lifted the blanket from you two, he leaned on his side, his free arm gently rubbing your clit through your shorts. “does this feel good, baby?” you softly moan against his touch, “mhm it feels good when you touch me.” he nods, “i need to kiss every inch of your body, show you how much i value you.” you open your eyes to look into his, “need you, steve.”

your desperate whines has steve’s cock throbbing, “fuck your pathetic moans go straight to my cock.” he groans, reaching for your hand. he places your hand on top of his bulge. he moans at your touch, you squeeze him, palming him slightly. “do you see what you do to me baby? how turned on i get?” his words hit hard, you gasp slightly. “you feel huge.” you kiss him, deepening the kiss. steve pulls away, “you want me to fuck you?” he questions. you frown at his attempt to delay your pleasure. “yes steve please hurry up. i need to feel you inside of me.” your hand was still holding him, and you felt his cock twitch at your words. you inhaled sharply, entranced with this entire moment. you’re starting to feel fed up, you slide onto his lap. eagerly, you begin to grind against him through his pants, the thought of his cock making you soaked. “baby? i wanna know what your mouth feels like on me.” you nod, “anything daddy.” you bite your lip. “especially if it makes you feel good.”

you slide over. you reach for his shorts, pulling them down. you palm him through his underwear, attempting to tease him so he knows how you felt. “don’t be a tease, hunny.” you obediently nod, removing his underwear. his cock springs forward; you kiss the tip of his cock. you look up, locking eyes with him. “i can’t wait to taste you.” you maintain eye contact whilst you spit on his tip. you stroke him, opening your mouth to take him fully. his eyes watching you intensely. “fuck you look so hot with my cock in your mouth.” he was fighting the urge of just taking control. he wanted to desperately grab your neck, jam his cock deep in your throat, and face fuck you like the slut you are, but he refrained. he didn’t want to be too rough the first time he had you.

your tongue licked stripes up and down his cock, arousal pooling your underwear. you felt every vein, you moan against him, you suck, hollow out your cheeks, and work on deep throating him. you pull away for air, your hand strokes him as you stare up at him. “doing so good baby, so fucking good.” you smile, “thank you daddy.” your mouth returns to his cock, you massage his balls, his cock deep in your throat while he groans above you. “fuck baby, just like that.” his hand grabs your head, pushing you further down on his cock, he couldn’t resist it. he thrusted his hips forward, his cock reached the back of your throat, your tongue continued to lap against it. “okay…” he pulled out of your mouth, strings of your saliva cover his cock. “almost made me cum too early.” you interpreted this as a compliment. he cupped your face, rubbing your cheek. “daddy please,” you say softly. “i need you.” he nods, gripping your neck, tightening slightly before crashing his lips on yours.

“want me to stretch out that tight pussy, baby?” you moan at his deep voice, “please fuck me steve,” he nods, his hands feeling your thighs. he massages your soft skin, reaching for the waist band of your shorts, he slides them off of you. “so pretty.” he rubs your clit through your panties. “did sucking daddy’s cock get you wet?” you nod your head, “yes, i loved sucking your cock.” he bites his lip, “you’re such a good girl for daddy.” he removes your underwear, “i’m gonna treat you so well princess.” steve uses his finger to get you ready. he adds another, “you’re so soaked.” you grab his wrist, “i need more. please.” he smirks, “i think you’re ready now.” he completely takes his shorts off. “lay on your back baby.” you do as steve says, laying on your back using one of his pillows for support. he teases you, stroking his cock in front of your aching hole. “how badly do you want me?” you groan, desperation radiating off of you. “fuck, so bad. i want you so bad.”

he groaned, his length sliding into your soaked pussy. “fuck you’re so tight.” your mouth is hung open, your eyes watching steve as he stretched you out with his giant cock. “fuck steve you’re so deep.” he grabs your throat, “what’s my name?” you whine, “daddy.” he nods, “good girl, take daddy’s cock.” he slid in and out of you at a menacingly slow pace. he was trying to ensure he didn’t hurt you. “tell me when it's okay.” you bite your lip. “it's okay.” this was the confirmation he needed to pound you relentlessly. you were breathless, you’d never been fucked this good before. “fuck i love this pussy.” you’re a moaning mess beneath him; your hands find their way to his messy hair. “fuck your cock is perfect.” your vulgar words turned him on more. his thumb came down, rubbing circles on your clit. “wanna make you cum, baby.” his cock was deep inside of you, his grunts filling your ears as his free hand helplessly grabs around your hip. "i could fuck you for hours." his words bring you close, "it feels so good, please." he smirks, "please, what baby?" he taunts you, "let me cum, can i please cum?" he bites his lips, "cum for me. his words confirm your release, and you moan out as your high washed over you. "good girl, such a good girl for daddy." he slowed down to help you, before he abruptly pulls out. you wince at the loss of contact. "why?" you whine.

he chuckles darkly, "flip over." you eagerly twist around, your ass arching. he slaps your ass, squeezing the flesh. "god, every inch of you is perfect." he slaps the other side of your bottom, "ready?" he smiles. "yes, please." you respond. he lines himself up with you again, "youre so wet, i slide right in." you nod, your head low as he reenters your pussy. he grabs your hair, lifting you up as he starts to thrust in you. "hows this angle? does it feel good?" he questions. you're completely lost in the pleasure, your eyes shut tight. you almost didnt hear him due to his low growl. "fuck youre so deep." you manage to yell out. you arch your back more, the pleasure already starting to build up. you use one of your hands to massage your clit. "keep going, please dont stop." steve maliciously laughs, "wasn't planning on stopping baby. gonna fuck you good till you cum on my cock again."

steve raises his hand to slap your ass again, this time it stings, and your ass gets a red mark. "fuck princess you're swallowing me. i wanna fill your pussy with cum." you nod, "yes please. i want your cum." he continues his fast pace into your cunt, "fuck, cum with me baby." he lets out low groans, and a slight whimper. this triggers your release and you tighten against him as your high hits you. his cock twitches and he fully enters his cock into your hole, squirts of his seed fill you entirely, and a few drops leak out and land on his sheets. you collapse onto the bed. "fuck." steve grins, "i know." his legs were shaking beneath him. he ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. "you drained my balls." you giggle. "good." you struggle to stand up, but steve holds your waist firmly, helping you out of the bed. he follows behind you while you lead the way to the restroom.

in the restroom you clean yourself up. steve washes himself as well. he leaves to grab your sleeping set. he comes back and you put the outfit on. "you ready to sleep?" you nod, "yes i am." he lifts the blanket up for you. you slide into the bed. he joins you and the two of you cuddle together. he kisses the side of your temple, his arms wrapping protectively around your body. you feel at peace in steves bed.

[namgyusrings]

nsfw version of Twitchstremer! Namgyu and the reader gets jealous???

Gamer boyfriend!namgyu x fem!reader (nsfw ver)

Sypnosis:Namgyu gets a lot of female attention on live stream. you get jealous so he shows you how much he really loves you.

Warnings: nsfw, degrading (calling her a whore, slut, bitch etc.)

A/n: here’s a nsfw version of the reader getting jealous of Namgyu getting female attention on his live stream. I tried my best, if you want anything changed or more specific lmk :).

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You were in a mood with your boyfriend namgyu. It wasn’t because he was streaming,no, that wasn’t the problem it was because on his stream all he kept getting was notifications from girls saying how good looking he was, and it annoyed you even though you knew he didn’t pay no attention to them.

Namgyu wasn’t the best at understanding why you got so mad about it, he would tell you over and over again that he didn’t even care about them so it got on his nerves how you would always get so annoyed.

He turned to you after his stream ended. “Such a needy fucking bitch aren’t you.” He said with a smirk. You tried to act offended but you both knew it turned you on when he spoke to you like that. “Can’t even handle a few comments of some lonely whores online.” He spoke while pacing over to where you were on the bed and hovering over you.

He trailed his hand down to your panties and ran his finger over the waistband, teasing you and then trailing the finger onto your wet pussy. “God so wet already, fucking slut.” He murmered. You didn’t even know what to say, you felt so good while he toyed with your soaking cunt.

He flipped you over so you were laying on your front and he unzipped his bottoms revealing his boner in his boxers. “You wanted some fucking attention then I’ll give it to you.” He says sliding of his boxers and lining himself up with your entrance. He went so slowly at first teasing you and making you want more. “Namgyu go faster.” You said through whimpers.

He smacked your ass hard. “No fucking manners, you really think I’m going to give you what you want if you don’t even beg or say please? Try harder you pathetic bitch.”

“Namgyu please I’m begging you,I need you.” You gasped out. He smirked and gave in, every time you said something like that it made his ego go through the roof. He picked up the pace and eventually he was slamming himself into you making you cry with pleasure. There was sweat dripping down your forehead, your knuckles white with how hard you were gripping onto the sheets.

“Namgyu im gonna cum.” You moaned out. Usually you’d be ashamed but right now you were so high in pleasure you really didn’t care. “Not until I say so princess.” He said with a grin. He loved edging you to the point where you genuinely had to beg and beg for him to let you. He slid out just when you were about to release and shoved his fingers up your clit and made you ride his fingers for him. “Well done baby such a good slut for me” he said while you looked up at him through wet lashes since he’d now flipped you over. After about half an hour of edging you by getting you to ride his fingers he finally let you cum.

He took his fingers out of your cum-covered pussy and put them into your mouth making you taste yourself, he then kissed you passionately tasting the remenants of yourself by swirling his tongue in your mouth.

He pulled away then whispered, “that’s what happens when you’re being a pathetic, jealous whore.”

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Thanks for reading!🖤

[vvanillal]

The loss of innocence ꣑ৎ

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THIS IS UNFINISHED AND IM NOT GONNA FINSIH IT!

Warnings: Harry Potter x Reader, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Semi smut

Word count: 1.4k

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To say you were all the talk at Hogwarts is an understatement; Well, people are still talking. 5 weeks ago you stepped foot on the grounds as the Librarian Helper. It was your goal to have a quiet, and calming job, and nothing is better than a Librarian. Students would come in to talk about you. They would sit down with a random book, and whisper to each other while looking straight at you. They couldn’t be more obvious. Why? You were the youngest of the faculty at Hogwarts. 21 years old, you were. That meant students tried to befriend you rather than treat you like a superior.

“Hermione, you know I cannot give you a pass to the restricted section even if I wanted to. I don’t have that privilege,” you say, smiling softly at her. She was one of your favorites; she visited the library often. “C’mon, can’t you talk Madam Pince into letting me,” she asked, a hopeful look in her eyes. You shook your head, watching her hopefulness tarnish. “I’m sorry,” you say. “Surely you can just sneak me in and no one would notice? And besides, it’s you, the librarian's helper. No one is going to think anything if they catch you!” Hermonie’s face was slightly red from speaking so fast and running out of breath. “NO,” you exclaimed.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ron and Harry pushing each other for a place as leader. You raised your eyebrow, and they each smiled while trying to make the other fall behind. “Madam Y/L/N, nice to see you this morning,” Ron surprisingly said first. Harry nodded quickly with the biggest grin he could muster up. You eyed them both, confused. They acted like this everytime, but still never failed to amaze you. “Ron, Harry,” you nodded between the two of them, but your eyes lingered on one of the boys. Harry looked down, a rosy blush now across his cheeks.

“Do you two have anything to do with this?” You asked the boys. “Yes,” Hermione said, and at the same time Harry nearly screamed “NO!” You smiled, trying to hold back your laughter. “Well- I mean- I told them not to bother you,” Harry stammers, and you caught Ron rolling his eyes. You laugh, “It’s fine. I’m not bothered; as long as Hermonie doesn’t try to use me as a pass again.”

You chat with them for what seemed like hours. Even in the time that passed, you were still standing. They opted to pull up chairs. It looked like they were gathered around to hear a story. As Ron and Hermione got off topic, arguing, your eyes wandered around until they found Harry. But his eyes seemed to be fixated on your body. You watched as his eyes outlined your curves intently. You were dressed in a white button-up blouse, paired with a brown pencil skirt. The button up was tucked in, leaving room to show off the dip of your hips. You move your blown-out curls from your face, fix your glasses, and clear your throat. Ron and Hermione stopped talking, and Harry jumped up, leaving the library. “Guess that’s your queue to leave,” you said.

As you picked up around the library, only one person was on your mind. Harry was your favorite. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be the favorite, for sure. But for some reason, it felt different. It didn’t feel like he was just a favorite. He was the teacher's pet, though; always volunteering, and doing anything and everything you asked of him. Even when you necessarily didn’t need help, he would insist. Unlike the librarian, you liked to put each book back; not using magic. It calmed you, in some sense, to put the books neatly back in their place and ready for the next day. Kids would still leave books lying, whether you told them to clean up or not.

You were humming to yourself, making laps around the bookshelf, sorting them in their rightful place. Deep in the zone, you felt someone tap your shoulder, causing you to jump and drop a few books. “Shit-” you cover your heart, feeling it beat against your chest. You regretted swearing now that you saw who that person was. “Oh, Harry! You scared me,” you said embarrassingly. He sheepishly looked down, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s late; aren’t you going to get in trouble for being out of bed this late,” you ask. “Not if they don’t find out,” he smirks confidently. You nod a smile on your lips. “Are you in need of something?” He looks around, “No- I mean yes- I wanted to help you.”

So that was it, Harry helped you put away the books. As you talked about nonsense on the backside of the bookshelf he was on, you felt the heat of someone else's stare. Truthfully, you felt it since Harry walked through the door. You look around the library, checking over your shoulders, and when you don't find anyone you look at Harry. His eyes were already on you, though. So it’s him, you think to yourself. He didn’t look away this time, like usual; and you felt like challenging him. You smirk, which ultimately puts him at a loss instantly.

“I think we’re done here,” you say, smoothing down your skirt. Harry nodded, but he looked like he had unfinished business. “I want to talk to you about something important. Honestly, that’s the reason I came tonight,” he admitted. You were nervous. He sits down on one of the tables, his eyes huge. He played with his fingers in his lap, as he seemed to struggle to get it out. “It’s okay, you can tell me,” you walk toward him. His eyes widened as much as they’d go. “This is going to sound stupid- and I don’t even know why I wanted to ask you this… oh, this is stupid.” He went on. You shook your head, which in return made him stop laughing. “What,” he asked. “It’s not stupid, Harry. Whatever it is obviously is important.”

Well, what he said was definitely not something on tonight’s agenda. “I want you to help me,” he said, his face instantly going red. “I-I mean will you… help me?” You stood confused, “with,” you extend the H. ”I want you to help me with sex,” he said bluntly. Now you were even more confused, and worse, you didn’t know what to think. “You’re judging me aren’t you? This-” before he could start anxiously babbling again, you interrupted him. “No I’m not judging, Harry. I just- we have a teacher-student relationship,” you explain. “Y/N please, I trust you. I need this; I'm bad at everything. Please,” he begged. He looked so needy, sitting on the table with sweat trickling down his forehead. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes heavy with emotion. You were thinking about it. If you were to get caught though- and he was younger than you- what if people found out? And you expressed exactly that. “I don’t care that you’re older than me, I’m an adult.” And with more persuading, he fully convinced you.

You moved closer, painfully slow until you were between his legs. In this position, you were taller than him. You look into his eyes and bring your lips closer to his, but you stop before your lips could touch his. “Are you sure,” your breath is hot against his lips. He nods, brushing your lips together. You finally press your lips to his, and he moans instantly into the kiss. You bite at his bottom lip, nipping at the soft skin. He was clearly inexperienced, letting his teeth clash against yours as tried to stick his tongue in your mouth. He was sloppy. “Slow down, Harry. Let me show you,” you correct his kiss, earning a whine in return from him. He did as he was taught, making you smirk against his lips.

You take his arm, pull him from the table and show him to a comfortable chair that was sat in the corner of the library. You sit him down with a soft push to his shoulder. He grunts, but hesitantly puts his hands on your ass, guiding you to sit on his lap. You squeeze your thighs against him, going back to kissing his lips, and then his neck. He seemed to like you on his neck because he was struggling to be quiet. “You're doing so good, Harry,” you whisper.

[sturniolo04]

hii!! could you do a fic where chris’s daughter is supposed to be sleeping in nicks bed with him for a ‘sleepover’ but in the middle of the night cries and cries for chris and nick and matt in the morning take a picture of reader and chris sleeping in chris’s bed?(chris is a single dad) and in the morning reader is laying(sleeping) on chris’s chest!

A/n:  ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

dividers: @issysh3ll

Chris and Savannah were two peas in a pod they did everything together. He loved her and she loved him. They always had a connection, see Chris was a single parent and was raising her all on his own with the help of his brothers Nick and Matt. Savannah was always a light sleeper and Chris knew that so I don’t know why he thought she was going to stay sleep for a ‘sleepover’ that she requested with her uncle nick.

“I thought you were with Savannah”

Chris questions nick as he makes his way downstairs into the kitchen.

“I just came down to get a drink she is fast asleep I will be back up there in a minute”

Nick states simply and Chris simply nods his head letting out a soft sigh he truly was exhausted and was glad that Savannah was finally able to sleep but he knew she wasn’t going to stay sleep for long she never was a heavy sleeper.

“Oh shit”

Nick quietly whisper beginning to hear wailing from his bedroom.

“Hold on im coming sav”

Chris states letting out a small sigh heading up to  nicks room finding his poor daughter in pure tears.

“What’s wrong love bug”

Chris coos out picking her up in his arms pacing the floor with her while combing his hands gently through her brunette hair.

"Dadda"

Savannah wailed purely as chris slowly attempts to soothe her, maybe she always had a problem with going to sleep and staying sleep because she could always sense when she was alone, and she doesn't like being alone. It seemed like a couple minutes or so had passed and Chris couldn’t figure out how to get Savannah to calm down enough to go back to sleep.

“Hey sweetheart talk to me what can daddy do to help you”

Chris huffs out purely exhausted as he and savannah are now located in the kitchen, her sitting on the kitchen counter, her crying this persistent. He didn’t know what else to do he tried rocking her back to sleep, a warm bath, and even playing lullaby music to get her to calm down but nothing seemed to work.

“Maybe some apple juice what do you think”

Chris asks really more to himself as he makes his way to the refrigerator grabbing some for her and putting in her cup holding it up to her lips. Her immediately taking it in her hands calming down. Finally

“There we go”

Chris softly coos as he carefully grabs savannah’s waist picking her up and heading over to the couch sitting down with her head rest on his chest and her in his lap. Once she had finished the juice her tight grip remained on the bottle as her little arm is draped over his stomach and sure enough both chris and savannah fell asleep. It wasn’t until the next morning when Matt and Nick found the pair on the couch still sleep way past 9am.

“Oh good he was able to get her to go to sleep”

Nick sighs out as Matt chuckles grabbing his phone taking a quick photo of the pair.

“There’s something you don’t see everyday”

Matt chuckles out posting the photo on his private story.

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[digitaldaydreamm]

sweet talk (1)

nate jacobs x reader

| summary | the first time nate sets his eyes on you...

warnings: none!

a/n: chapter 1 is here woohoo!!! trying out a new au :) i've actually been wanting to write this for a while so im exciteddd

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The afternoon rush is dying down when he walks in.

You don’t notice him at first—you’re too busy wiping down a booth, clearing plates, and forcing a polite smile at a group of college guys who have been lingering too long. They’ve spent an hour making dumb jokes, fishing for your attention, and leaving behind nothing but greasy plates and a lousy tip.

You sigh, shoving the cash into your apron pocket.

And that’s when you feel it. A gaze. Heavy. Unwavering.

You’ve been stared at before—it comes with the job. But this is different. This one sticks to you, presses against your skin like it’s waiting for you to react.

You glance up.

He’s sitting in a booth near the back, one arm stretched across the seat, the other lazily drumming his fingers against the table. His sharp blue eyes lock onto yours, unreadable but oddly amused.

Most people look away when they get caught staring. He doesn’t.

Your stomach does something weird.

You quickly break eye contact, busying yourself with the coffee pot before making your way over to his table.

“Coffee?” you ask, keeping your voice neutral.

His lips twitch, like he’s amused by the way you won’t meet his gaze. “Yeah. Why not?”

You pour, expecting the usual small talk or a simple thanks. But he stays quiet, watching as you set the cup down in front of him.

“You need a menu?”

He shakes his head. “Already know what I want.”

You pull out your notepad, ready to jot it down. “Alright.”

His smirk deepens. “You tell me.”

You blink, caught off guard. “What?”

“You work here. Figure you’d know what’s good.”

You shift your weight slightly. It’s not an uncommon question, but something about the way he asks it feels different—like he’s not just talking about the food.

“The burgers are decent,” you say, keeping it simple.

“Decent, huh?” He acts like he’s thinking it over before nodding. “I’ll take one of those. Medium-rare. Fries on the side.”

“Got it.” You scribble it down and turn to leave.

“And what about you?”

You hesitate, glancing over your shoulder. “What about me?”

“You like working here?”

You frown slightly. “It’s a job."

He hums, not looking convinced, but he lets you go.

You put in his order and move behind the counter, but even as you take care of other tables, you feel it—his gaze, never straying far.

It’s starting to annoy you.

You don’t know what his deal is, but you’re not in the mood for games. So when you go back to drop off his plate, you decide to address it.

“Do you always stare this much, or am I just unlucky?”

He doesn’t look the least bit embarrassed. If anything, he looks entertained.

“I'd say you’re lucky,” he says easily, reaching for a fry.

You huff, crossing your arms. “Uh-huh. And why’s that?”

His smirk widens as he leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table before changing the conversation. “You know, I don’t usually come to places like this.”

“Places like this?” You arch a brow. “You mean normal diners where normal people eat?”

“Something like that,” he muses. He picks up his burger but doesn’t take a bite, just turns it over in his hands like he’s still more interested in you. “Figured I’d try something new.”

“Right,” you deadpan. “Because eating a burger in a diner is such a wild experience.”

He laughs, and for some reason, the sound is smooth enough to make your stomach flip.

“Maybe it’s not about the food.”

That catches you off guard. You blink, thrown off for half a second before shaking your head. “Well, enjoy your ‘new experience’ then.”

With that, you turn on your heel and walk away, ignoring the way your skin prickles under his gaze.

You don’t look back.

But for some reason, you already know this won’t be the last time you see him.

[grapenamjams]

TOGAME TOGAME TOGAME!!!!!

[ceorl]

Jeremy and Andrew are dog walking buddies who go to the dog park to let their dogs (jean and Neil) run around.

Jean is a greyhound rescued from the racetrack who's now got anxiety and Neil is a fancy pedigree dog that got left on the side of the road as a puppy and went feral that Andrew took in. Jean and Neil refuse to interact with any other dog but each other

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shouto’s the type to feel too far away from you when you’re not at arms length. so whenever he has homework to do he does it on his tatami floor while holding your hand. he’s unbothered too, arm not cramping or moving while he writes perfectly well (or he tries) with his other hand. when you think about your position you can’t help but laugh from your spot laying on the floor. shouto never gets what you find funny.

[puppppppppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[cubbihue]

If Timmy struggled with adjusting to magic because he was raised on earth, does that mean this is the reason Peri also struggles? Since in his early years he grew up on earth with his parents?

Yup! There's a multitude of reasons why Peri struggles so much, but they all lie in his origins. Peri was born from a wish! And Wishes, well. They're not meant to last long. Most wishes become unstable as the years go by, but Peri's persisted because he's an entire living being!

CosWan initially feared Peri wouldn't grow up properly, but he turned out nearly as fine as any other Fairy would! Probably!!

Growing up on Earth, being related to the VonStrangles, born from a 10 year old's wish, living past the lifespan of wishes, beyond that of humans... Each part is rather small, but when added together, it culminates into a very... very unstable baby.

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