#Carrie x Devin

[romancemedia]

Cartoon Romances + Aww he made her blush

[d3v1lshy]

Carrie and Devin remind me a lot of the song "Louise" by TV Girl, so I put them both on the cover

[tremendoustrashnerd]

[selineram3421]

*deep breath* Ok, someone found a loophole. Requested through messages.

Aftercare Headcanons

Alastor/Angel/Husk X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ suggestive/implied, implied nudity, fluff, implied biting/scratching/bruising, consent ⚠

So after your...ahem..activities, this is what the boys do.

Alastor🎙

Of course he's going to treat you like a God after something so tiring. Only the best of the best for his significant other.

Everything is taken care of. Don't you dare try to lift a finger.

Can you? I mean *cough cough*

Has the bath prepared with rose petals and candles, water at the perfect temperature. He does join you.

Towels and robes folded on the counter nearby the hygiene products.

His shadows take care of cleaning up the bed and changing the sheets.

Will sometimes apologize about the marks left on your skin. Depends.. He does like some of them.

Sometimes he'll add more

Expect a lot of cuddles and kisses while you are being taken care of in the water.

And some sweet talking.

"Tu as goûté devine ma chéri/e~" (You tasted devine my darling~)

Want a massage? Of course.

Food or drinks? Already taken care of.

Once you're ready to get out of the bath, don't bother on getting up. He'll pick you up and dry you himself.

Once in your towel or robe, he'll carry you back to the now clean bed and make sure you're comfortable.

He'll dress you up too if you asked.

If not then he'll bring you your clothes, kissing you on the forehead once you have them in your hands.

No? Nothing at all?

Now you're tempting him.

"Be careful darling."

Won't do anything unless you want to.

He'll hold you close as you sleep.

Extra

Angel🕸

He'll have everything set up for you to take care of each other on the days he's not exhausted from work. Sometimes its a last minute thing.

Wipes or rags are on the nightstand. Along with some other things like a water bottle and easy snacks.

There's a towel on the bed so you don't have to switch the sheets.

He'll clean you up with those first or will scoop you up to the bathroom. Or maybe you scoop him up?

Gets the bath or shower ready while you make sure to get the face masks and robes/towels out.

Expect kisses and tickles while helping each other clean off.

Aw

Once out of the water, both of you put on your robes/towels and get the face masks.

"Fuck babe, you left marks.", he'll say after checking himself in the mirror. "Can you make more?"

You help him dry off as best as you can, giving him kisses as you go.

He might take the kissing up a notch and turn it into a make out session...

Or more

Then its face masks time!

After that, you both get ready to cuddle up in bed and watch t.v.

Fat Nuggets joins the two of you and makes themselves comfortable under one of the blankets.

Pig in a blanket

Helps you take off your face mask when noticing you getting sleepy.

Will kiss you goodnight and spoon you/or be the little spoon.

Husk🃏

He'll do what he can for you. He won't admit it but he went to Angel for some advice and bought whatever he needed to make sure you were taken care of.

He'll help you clean off before offering the shower.

A little awkward because he has not done something like this in a long time. Will start the water if you asked/or teach you how to work the water.

Is a little shy if you ask him to join you.

"You won't like the wet cat look."

He'll go get drinks and snacks if he doesn't join you. If he does join, then he'll call room service beforehand.

Expect kisses and gentle touches while in the water.

Notices that he did leave some marks.

Cat pupils go =◽^◽= > =⬜^⬜=

Let's you out first because he'll get embarrassed if you see his fur puff up after drying off.

Or you do see it and it makes you smile.

When he gets out, he sees that you've taken care of the bed sheets and opened a bottle.

Accepts the cup you offer him and sits next to you.

Feed each other snacks, maybe share a few more kisses. Might turn into a make out..

"I had a good time."

Falls asleep first while holding you and purrs.

*screams into pillow*

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

@c4rved-pumpk1n @stolas-thebirb @ducky-died-inside @scary-noodlesblog @naelys-the-aster @willowaudreykeyes @biromanticboba @kiraisastay @lbcreations-blog @+?

MLS Alastor, Angel, Husk

[reallyromealone]

Hi! This is my first ask!

Will you ever do more of oh hey a mate(s)

I love it, and your writing keep up the amazing work (*つ▽`)っ♡

Title: oh look, a mate(s)

Chapter: four

Fandom: obey me

Characters: obey me cast, original characters

Fic type: reader insert

Pairings: avatars x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, fluff, nsfw themes, gay, queer, omega male reader, mpreg

Notes: seeing people actually want more of this makes me very happy, I will not know if you guys want more unless you guys straight up tell me

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(Name) Woke in a sense of disorientation, face pressed against a warm chest and arms wrapped around him, slowly sitting up and looking around to see the disaster that was the bedroom.

He remembered everything, every position... Every sound and god everything he said...

His body was littered with bites and bruises, hips burning and lips swollen, whining when he tried to get up not seeing Lucifer's eyes snap open at the sound and not to long after the others woke "you shouldn't move" Lucifer said seriously, causing (name) to look at him "I need to use the restroom..." The alphas made sounds of discontent but Lucifer moved to lift him, adjusting (name) to carry him the ensuite washroom and (name) was still in awe at the running water that the palace had, something his childhood home could never afford.

Lucifer set him down on the toilet before turning to start the bath, putting in oils and soaps that made the room smell devine.

(Name) Looked at the others body, seeing claw marks and bites scattered across his body.

When he finished, Lucifer carried him to the bath and felt the Omega trace the bite mark "did I do this?"

"You have quite the bite force, my star" Lucifer teased before settling him in the tub and gently kissing him "truly one that would rival ours" he watched (name) preen from the attention, a soft purr ripping from his throat. (Name) Was so docile post heat, letting Lucifer bathe him gently, the others joining in and lavishing him with attention and sweet kisses. (Name) Subconsciously kept a hand on his stomach, as to keep it safe from any danger and the alphas were pleased that their sense of smell was correct, immediately smelling the scent of pregnancy during the heat.

There was a small bet placed on who got him pregnant, (name) just letting Asmodeus play with his fingers and head lulling a bit "no sleeping in the water, beloved" Asmodeus spoke softly "no matter how tempting it is" Balphegor added and (name) felt himself lifted by Beelzebub and wrapped in towels.

When (name) was more coherent, the Omega was brought to the palace doctor to check on any wounds that would need bandaging "thankfully due to the effects of the bond, he's healing remarkably well not to mention the venom..." Checking the mating marks, he wrote down some notes "and now... Onto the pregnancy" the doctor mumbled and (name) perked up at this, the Omega fidgeting slightly while sitting on the table "with magic we can determine your pregnancy and with modern medicine we can determine the amount"

(Name) Nodded and let the doctor work, Satan watching carefully while (name) tried to not wince at the sensation of the gel, watching it shift from clear to gold "as expected, you are pregnant..." The doctor said "congratulations! And now let's find out how many!"

-

Lucifer decided that the pregnancy to be under wraps, at least till (name)s far along enough to be safe.He didn't need more attempts on his mates life even if he was immortal now., Especially with the incantation on his stomach, he could go into heat from an assassination attempt.

(Name) Walked through the gardens, ravens sitting on trees and lamp posts around him and following closely as even if his mates couldn't be with him 24/7, there would always be a bird in the sky or a fly on the wall to watch him.

The alphas dressed him up in the finest clothes, lavishly draped on him and loose enough to not harm the pup and the robes were easy for the alphas to take off if needed. (Name) Tried to not grow flustered at how touchy the alphas were after his heat, he swore they tried to take him everywhere any anywhere... Even Lucifer had him spread out on the demon princes desk this afternoon! He was already pregnant, why did they need to keep trying!

He wouldn't deny though, it felt nice being so wanted not to mention it felt like nothing he ever experienced before. He was lost in his thoughts, the bracelets around his wrists jingling slightly with each step and a soft hum leaving his lips. He adjusted to the palace life quite easily, like he always belonged here and he was happy he found love in the form of his alphas.

He couldn't stop thinking of his wedding though, his family showing up and his sister... He wasn't told the exact details of what went on but he knew she had something to do with it.

He could feel it in the wind, something was going to happen and he needed to protect his loved ones from it however he could. He may be human but he could try his best! He had to be confident in himself!

He was lost in his thoughts, not realizing that the sky had turned grey and before he knew it, a drop of rain fell on his nose. Looking up he felt more and more droplets hit him and ran under a nearby stone gazebo to keep from the rain and watched it with am almost childlike grin, he loved the rain ever since he was a child.

His grandmother told him it was the heavens washing away the troubles of that day to make tomorrow fresh and new. The rain hit down heavy and fast, making it hard to see ahead and (name) wouldn't replace it. (Name) Sat on the bench and leaned forward, resting his head on his arms while watching not knowing the chaos that was going on around him.

A servant tried to poison (name)s food, everyone outside the demon princes unaware that poisons bad no effect on him in that sense but they still didn't want him poisoned.

Pleasure or not he would still be incapacitated against his will and they simply wouldn't allow it, especially his condition.

AND NOW THEY COULDN'T FIND HIM DUE TO THE RAIN MUDDLING HIS SCENT!

the guards searched high and low and the princes hunted the gardens before Mammon spotted (name) petting a hell hound pup, one of Cerberus' little ones that must have gotten out "there you are!" The silver haired man said with a sense of relief, a tanned band reaching towards his mate who smiled "I made a friend , sorry if I worried you" Mammon was worried when it started raining, his birds useless in such conditions.

Mammon never cared much for dogs, finding them a bit gross but (name) seemed happy with the creature so the greed avatar tolerated it just as long as the thing didn't take away too much attention from him. (Name) Walked under the huffy demons wing, Mammon not admitting it but he loved how close the omega was and the mix if his pharamones and the rain drove him insane.

It wasn't until later, after (name) bathed and fell asleep that the alphas met in the war room to discuss things "they want a meeting?" Satan raised an eyebrow and Lucifer nodded and the blond felt a spike of anger surge through him "that's awfully convenient timing for them, no?"

"For a chance at a treaty it would be in our interest to allow it but to have one in our home?" Asmodeus said with a tone of scandal, clearly no one was happy about it.

"And any updates on the sister?" The topic shifted and that was another can of worms, she most likely fled to another nation to avoid treason, her face plastered across the country after all.

"Leviathan, please pour me a drink"

The servants quarters were filled with whispers and gossip, everyone fascinated about the new Omega of the house and the fact a cook tried to kill him. "You're new here but that's ok, I can catch you up!" A redheaded maid said to the new girl, the two sharing a room "the masters of the house have a mate who will be Queen consort come autumn and Chef Aldeur tried to poison him but prince Beelzebub ate the prince of the haunted meadows meal-- oh apparently because now they're mates the Omega has power over the entire meadows which includes the woods and that's like 15% of the country! Anyways I can't believe he would do...." The maids voice slowly faded away as the new maid lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, blond hair like a halo around her head.

"Anyways, what's your name? I'm alice!"

"I'm Lilith" her voice soft and oh so gentle, like a fresh rose.

[6feathered6siren6]

waitt js thought of something , KC X a reader that's ACTUALLY a serial killer ? ?

Hidden in plain sight

Authors note: I promise I am still here, I got sick in the past couple days(and still sick) but I finally finished this piece. So sorry I didn't finish this a while ago when you requested, but I got stumped midway through, I also feel I didn't write well enough for it but here it is. I got a few more story drafts I'm finishing up(mafia kc au, the next chapter of constantly looping, a Misaki x florist reader, and the KC cast as the spiderverse.) So I have more to publish soon! (This is kinda hinted of Ronin x reader but can be viewed platonic as well)

Trigger warnings

Killing

Blood

Breaking and entering

-

Money was always an issue, making sure whatever debt you have left is paid for, taking shady deals or assassin missions. Whatever to pay for it, it was worth it. To pay that debt your family left you. Having multiple jobs run you dry at times, but you have a main job, as a journalist. It was a bright and joyful passion, finally getting a job that was normal…

But on the other side, your ‘other job’ wasn’t getting many hits lately. Either way, most of your clients don’t need the bodies, so you take it, and sell the parts to people, at least you get decent money from it. A bit more cash in your wallet. A bit more into freedom. 

One thing you didn’t expect was to join a server full of killers, and oddly enough, one was already hunting you down. K9, or V was hunting you down for killing a person you were contacted to kill, without knowing it’s you. Goreboy, or Ronin, doesn’t think you are, which is fine, you don’t care. Misaki totally thinks you are but not in the sense of what type of killer you are, or Angel becoming great friends with you. You helped Luca and Feli start dating. It was a sweet home-ish feeling from the server. 

–

You got a new kill mission from someone, they wanted an ex gone, and left the body to you, about 6 grand from the client and about 200 grand from the body. Not a bad payout, but they want the victim’s neck to be sliced open with a bloody message for the homewrecker. 

Looking up from your phone, you saw where the to-be victim lives. Nice place as well, a home, an expensive car, even the lawn is well-kept. A typical cover up story for the gruesome truth that lies inside. Sighing, you walked in, the ex never locked the doors, trusting the easy hackable security system to protect them. 

Easy job, easy money. Warm red liquid stains your hands as you write the exact words your client wants. ‘Fuck you Wench’. Taking a couple photos and sending it to the client, job done and money sent to your bank account. Now, picking up the body and taking it along with you. Each piece was important and is worth a lot. Spending a few hours cutting the body, storing it, then off to celebrate with a little food adventure on what fast food place is open at midnight was left on tonight's todo list. 

Carrying a body just to see Ronin in an alleyway? Now, that was nothing on your list of tonight’s todo list. The body drips blood from your arms while he looks at you, a bit in shock before laughing. 

“Now this is a treat before the devil’s eyes. A devine fallen from grace, but from how long ago?” His crowbar was soiled with blood, dripping from it. Seems fresh as well. Must have just killed someone.

You were still in a state of shock, this was the first time someone caught you. How are you supposed to react to this? Like, laugh it off and walk away, or say something about the weather? “Hehe… he… I- uhmm… I’m gonna go back to work.” 

Before taking a step away, he interrupts you, “Hey, stay right there.” 

Fuck.

When you looked back at him, he was right there, right in front of you. His smirk felt like poison, controlling you to stay there. “So what’s the story? Someone who pissed you off?” 

The body in your hands was getting colder, and it was losing blood. “No, just a hitman. I kill and get money, now you have a story, can I leave?” 

He raised an eyebrow, “And they want the body? Damn, Misaki wasn’t commissioned to bring a dead body back to their client before. You must be special.” 

You felt the hot air flow out of your nose, you were getting annoyed, you needed to get home. “No, I just sell the parts.”

His smile turned sinister, “Selling body parts? Damn, did not expect that one.” He looked proud, that you aren’t some innocent writer as he thought, but a killer, sinful like the rest of them. 

“I’m leaving, I’m losing money standing here.” You stepped away from him, you can’t joke with him nor play around. You need to go, the parts in the body can go bad soon. As you started walking away, you noticed Ronin following you. He still had his smirk on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Following you, Darlin’.” He said, like some kid who found the candy store, “I want to know how deep you are, how corrupted you are. How the innocent writer become a killer?”

“So curiosity? That’s making you follow me?” You said, the street lights were getting dimmer as you walked further in the alleys. You know these alleys like the back of your hand, so maneuvering through them was easy in the dark. 

“Sure, let’s call it that.” He continues to follow you through the alleys, looking around, like he’s gonna memorize the way to your place. You sighed, you don’t care anymore, you need these parts as good as they can be at the moment to sell them, and if entertaining Ronin is on tonight’s todo list, it doesn’t matter now. 

– 

Ronin was in your place, heck, in the room where you butcher the corpses. You were slicing the body open, and he watched, he was enjoying you pulling each organ out, but more carefully than he liked. But it was a show to him. 

You finally got everything done, everything was into bags and containers ready to be sold. You peeled off your bloody gloves and apron, putting them onto the counter. Ronin was clapping as he looked at the containers and bags, impressed. 

“Are you going to leave now? You had your show, Ronin.” You crossed your arm, you were hungry now. You wanted to eat something, then pass out. You have work in the morning and it’s already late.

“Come on, Darlin’? Pushing me away already? Here I thought I can at least treat you for the show you presented to me.” 

“I’m not going out to kill someone else.” 

He chuckled as he walked closer to place his arm around your shoulders, dragging you with him. “Nah. Let’s get some food.” He pushed you out of your butcher room, making you walk ahead. “Go and change, you can’t show how sinful you have been tonight.” He winked as you rolled your eyes.

“You make it sound like… Y’know what, nevermind.” You started walking away toward your room. Not seeing Ronin taking a few pictures of the butchered man, he was so going to show the rest of the server that the enigma of the server was like them. Not a lair. 

– 

#/killer_shit

<goreboy> 

Thought i should Share who I caught

[picture showing the butcher room with containers full of body parts]

[another picture of you holding the body, surprised at Ronin]

Never thought to Catch a Killer

<hitmeuppp> 

NO WAY!!! 

READER!! 

wait… 

RONIN WERE YOU IN THEIR PLACE!?!?

<u/n> 

RONIN WTF?!

<goreboy> 

Sorry darlin 

Had to show the Others

Since you kept It from Us

<Angelic>

The cuts look well done, and very carefully. You know your stuff, Reader!

<K9>

…

<goreboy>

Don’t worry, batman

they are a contracted killer

Earning money from their kills and the corpses they sell

<Hitmeuppp> 

GASP, READER!! 

HOW COME YOU DIDN’T TELL ME >:(

we could be buddies complaining about clients T^T

-

Well, there goes that secret, but you were glad they didn't ask why you were making the money for. That’s for another day in your opinion. Right now, you are gonna enjoy the food Ronin treated you and sleep, you have a morning meeting.

[runawaymaven]

guilty as sin? Paul x reader part 1

Part 2 , Part 3

A/N: Ive had this idea for a while but if it doesn't do well, i'll probs still continue to write it lol

Life for y/n hadn't been the easiest. Your father left you and your mother when you were 3. Your mother moved back to her hometown in London, and took you with her. Everything seemed to be okay in England, until your mother got sick. She was sick with cancer, bone cancer to be more specifically. So, when you were 15, you began being a career to her, as well as balancing your studies at school. But it all ended when your mother passed 5 days ago, the battle with cancer ended, and cancer won. You were 16 now.

You had no other family in England. No living grandparents, no aunts or uncles, cousins, none. The social workers tried to contact your father but to no avail. They did end up finding that your father had a son. Samuel Uley. Your half-brother. At least you had the same last name, right?

The social workers contacted Sam, explained the situation, and now here you were, in the airport of Seattle. The plane ride from London was well over 10 hours. You were exhausted.

"Y/n Uley?" A woman asked, approaching you. She spoke with an American accent. Well, almost everyone in the airport did.

You couldn't speak, you couldn't trust your voice, and so you just nodded. The social worker lead you and you luggage to her car, where she drove to the reservation, La Push. You sat in the car, in silence. What could you say? There wasn't anything to say.

The ride was quiet, as you watched the green trees go past. It was mostly all green here. The social worker soon pulled up at a cozy hpuse, nestled away from other people.

As soon as she pulled up, a big guy came out. He looked intimidating. But a woman stood next to him. She had scars on the right side of her face, but she was still devine.

Getting out, when the social worker did, she lead you to them. You trailed behind her as she introduced herself.

"Y/n? This is Sam and his fiance, Emily" the social worker introduced. You looked up, and gave them both a smile smile.

"Oh Y/n, it's so lovely to meet you. I'm so sorry to hear about your mom" Emily said, giving me a hug.

"Oh, um, thanks" You replied, giving her a gentle hug back. Emily seemed excited by your English accent.

"Sam, right?" You asked, as Emily stepped back. He nodded in reply,

"I am, I'm sorry I didn't know about you sooner. Our father has a tendency of abandoning people" He said gruffly. I nodded in reply. I knew what he meant.

"Well, I'll be back in a couple weeks to check how you're doing" The social worker spoke. "And Y/n? If you need anything, give me a call" She said as she opened the trunk to take you luggage out. Sam stepped forward and carried you luggage in.

"Let's show you to your new room, okay?" Emily said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as she guided you inside.

As she lead you inside, she offered you a snack, and a drink, "You must be exhausted from travelling. Here, have a bite" She offered, sitting you down at the table in the kitchen, grabbing you a soda, and making you a sandwhich.

Sam had appeaered from upstars, "I've put your stuff in your room." He said, as she went over to Emily, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her cheek, in which she giggled in reply to.

You smiled softly. They had seemed to be in love with each other. You hadn't known what love was meant to look like. Your father left your mother, and she had a very bad habit of having bad boyfriends before she got cancer.

Just as you started to tuck into your sandwhich, there was chatter outside, that got louder, until a group of guys came in. All in shorts, and no shirt. They were hot.

"Whose this?" One of them asked.

"Sam's half-sister, Y/n" Emily spoke up, with a smile.

"Cool. Well I'm Embry" He said, as he sat down and tucked into one of the very big muffins that were on the table.

"That's Quil" Embry said, with his mouth full of muffin.

"Embry, that's gross" Emily laughed. "That's Jacob, Leah, Seth, and Jared. I'm not sure where Paul is" Emily spoke as each boy sat at the table, saying hi.

It was nice getting to know them, they were all quite funny and it put your nerves to rest. Until one last boy walked in, who you guessed was Paul.

You glanced up at him, and he met your contact. His face froze, his eyes softening as he continued to stare at you from where he was stood. It was a strange feeling, one you had never experienced before. It was almost like a magnetising pull, and urge to just be near him.

"Oh shoot, Paul. You imprinted on the alpha's sister" Embry laughed, the other boys joining in.

[addictedwritingg]

Hate Means Love Ch.2

Jenna Ortega x Male Character.

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings! Bad language, drinking, talk of hangovers, teasing, arguing, and steamy situations, short smut, bad writing.

Andre's POV.

"Jennaaaa lets goooo." I hear Trina drunkenly saying trying to tug Jenna off the floor. To say the girls are pretty drunk is an understatement, Devin and I were buzzed but not like them, so the situation was pretty funny to us. "I can't walkkkk." Jenna drags out to Trina. Devin got out of the car and walk around to see the two of them on the floor and started dying laughing. He looks over to me and nods, "Ill grab Trina, get Jenna." He says laughing. I laugh to myself and walk over to Jenna, and she looks up at me.

"Oh no you don't. you no carry meee." She says pointing at me.

I laugh and bend over and pick her up and throw her over my shoulder with ease as she was small and weighed the same amount as a sack of potatoes.

"I'm going to puke if yo -hiccup- you carry me like this." She says covering her mouth.

I quickly pull her down to hold her as her legs are wrapped around my waist and I'm supporting her ass. I continue to walk for another 5 minutes and finally make it to the house to see that Devin was occupied with trying to get Trina to go to sleep. I make my way to Jenna's room and lean over and plop her on her bed with me hovering over her, but she would let go of me with her legs as I tried to get up.

"Jenna let go you're in your bed, and I have to piss really bad." I say reaching for her legs behind me to unclench them. But something about the look in Jenna's eyes that I've never seen before, like a starving lion who hasn't ate in weeks. She slams me forward with her legs pushing my pelvis into Her's, I quickly look at her in confusion as I feel her hands slide down to the hem of my t shirt and pull it off me throwing it over by the open door. She rubs her hands up and down my naked torso, sticking her fingers in the lining of my boxers and leans up to me and glides her lips across my ear.

"Remember at the party?" she nibbles my ear making me shut my eyes, feeling myself getting hard on top of her. "How you made me feel that way, and then stopped." she continues shoving her hands lower into my boxers just above my hard member, but painfully not touching it. "Well karma's a bitch." she says as she yanks her hands out and unwraps her legs from around me and begins to laugh. I sit up and scoff that this woman really just played me. I quickly grab her wrist and slam her arms above her head and hold them there before getting inches from her wet, plump lips. "You wouldn't be able to handle me anyways, I would fuck you stupid, your legs would fail you, and you would be able to do nothing but scream as I'm deep in you watching my dick bulge in your stomach." I bite her neck as I hear a soft moan escape her lips making her arch into me. I place my hand on her throat and squeeze, lifting her to face me eye to eye. "If you ever tease me again, I will rail the fuck out of you." Jenna looks at me and bites her lips followed by a giggle. This girl was fucking crazy, and damn was it hot. I stand up and go to walk over to the door, I hear the bed creek and turn around to look and see Jenna now standing up at the end of her bed. Keeping eye contact with me, she places her hands at the bottom of her shirt lifting it over her head tossing it on the floor, showing her black lacey bra and sexy body. Shes grinning from ear to ear biting her bottom lip, keeping her eyes on my eyes the whole time. She unbuttons her pants and slowly takes them off tossing them on the other side of the room. "I can send you a picture if you like?" she teases me with my own line I used on her earlier that day and it made me chuckle. "Is this really a case of you feeding me my own medicine?" I chuckle leaning on her door frame looking her up and down. "No, I just really hate you and like to watch you suffer." she walks over to me and shoves me outside her doorframe into the hallway. "Goodnight asshole" she says just before shutting the door making me scoff.

Jenna's POV.

I laugh historically with myself for getting back at Andre for all his bullshit he does to me. I lay down with the biggest satisfied grin on my face when my phone dings and I pick it up to look at a message from Andre making my smile turn into an "o" expression.

Andre.

"Could have been in here with me."

My mouth hung open in surprise at his text that was sent with his picture. I locked my phone and set it on the table ignoring his teasing and rolled over to my side kicking my feet like a child while laughing because I got him so riled up, so easy.

The next morning I'm woken up by the sounds of Devin and Andre yelling at each other, arguing over something I wasn't sure of, but it sounded like it was getting serious. I quickly throw some clothes on and hurry out of my room at the same time Trina is coming out of Her's as we both exchange a look of "wtf" and hurry to the kitchen.

"Fuck you! how many times did you and her fuck bro?!" Devin yells to Andre.

"Chill the fuck out dude, you guys aren't dating, if I knew you liked her that much, I wouldn't have done anything with her."

"Of course I like her you fucking idiot I talk about her all the time to you!" Devin yells stepping closer to Andre.

"You talk about every girl you fuck! you legit just talked about that blonde you fucked last week, and besides, she came on to me, and we didn't even fuck, she sucked my dick." Andre responds with a grin that seemed to push Devin over the edge considering he lunged at Andre, and they started to trade punches. Trina and I exchanged looks and quickly went to break them up.

"Stop! break it up! you guys look like fucking idiots!" I yell as we try and pull them apart.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Andre yells pushing Devin off of him slamming him to the ground. "To fight me over a bitch is fucking crazy, fuck you and don't talk to me!" Andre turns to me and takes my hands off him from trying to hold him back. "Get off me, I'm fine, fuck that guy." He walks past me and goes into his room slamming the door behind him.

"Are you guys fucking serious, you two are so dumb." Trina says helping Devin off the ground, picking up all the shit they knocked over fighting.

"I need a break from being around that piece of shit, I'm going to go stay at my parents for the week." Devin says getting a glass of water, looking at Trina and I.

"Thats understandable, but you already know how I feel about him as well." I say giving a small smile to Devin.

"You're going to hate me, Jenna." Trina says causing me to turn my attention to her. "I'm supposed to go out of town for a week today to visit my grandparents for my grandma's birthday."

Thats when it dawned on me, that I was going to be stuck, alone, with Andre for a whole week. At this point I was begging to be struck by lighting and taken out of my suffering from Mr. Asshole.

"UGHHHHH now I get to stay with dick head for a week, ALONE." I say putting my head on the counter and letting out a breath of frustration. "It's okay guys, ill hold the fort down, go see your families and enjoy it." I follow with giving them both a hug as I head back to my room to sleep a little more while they pack.

Andre's POV.

It's been a few hours since Devin and I's fight and him and Trina have already left for the week, I gave Trina a hug and told her bye, but didn't even bother to say it to Devin because I could give a fuck less at this point. It's 6pm and I figured it be the perfect time to pour myself some Hennesey and chill out for the night to let go of some steam. I decided to pick my phone up and text a girl I met at the club a few weeks prior and decided to invite her over to have some fun. About 30 minutes go by and I hear a faint knock on the door, and I get up to open it for the girl.

"Olivia, hey how you been?" I ask giving her a hug and motioning for her to come in.

"I've been good, you look so hot," she said followed with a giggle as I close the door behind her.

"Mm, thank you, so do you." I say with that grin of mine that gets me in trouble. "Want anything to drink? I have some Hennesey and also some Amsterdam, not much but it's something." I continue, heading to kitchen to get her a drink.

"Uhm, you pick!" I hear Olivia yell from the living room. I grab her a glass of Hennesey as that's what I was already drinking so I figured why not. I hit the corner of the living room and walk in to see her on her knees Infront of the couch giving me a smile.

"Hm, what's this about?" I say walking up to her handing her the cup of alcohol. She takes the cup from my hand as I stand above her, towering over her like a tall building. She smiles at me and takes a sip out of her cup.

"You home alone tonight?" She asks tucking her hair behind her ears looking up at me.

I think about how I'm going to answer her question, knowing Jenna is home, but she's been sleeping, and she might not get up till later, and even if she did, I have no shame. I look down at her tilting her chin to look up at me, caressing her bottom lip with my thumb.

"I happen to be alone today, what have you got in mind Babygirl?" I say sitting in front of her on the couch putting my legs on each side of her.

She gives me a devilish grin and reaches up to pull my sweatpants down just enough to where she can pull my dick through the hole in my boxers. I sigh and sit back in pleasure as she leans up and kisses the tip of my dick, making me erect little by little. She licks up and down my shaft getting small groans from my mouth to come out, she smiles at me before shoving my dick all the way in her mouth and proceeds to suck up and down making me throw my head back in pleasure.

Jenna's POV.

I turn over and grab my phone to check the time, seeing that its now 7:15 and I've had a pretty good nap, I blindly reach for my water glass and tip the cup back, and to my surprise it was bone dry. I sigh to myself and sit up and throw some shorts on and a tank top that rode up my stomach and head to my door to leave for the kitchen. I turn the corner from the hallway and see a girl kneeling Infront of Andre bobbing her head up and down and he's breathing heavy and grunting. From where I was standing, I couldn't see anything, but the girls head and Andre's face and I was completely shocked. Andre looks up and sees me, throwing me a lip biting grin, keeping eye contact with me, he leans up and grabs the girl's hair and pushes her head deeper on him making her gag leaving his mouth open and throwing his head back. He looks back to me and looks deep in my eyes as he tells the girl, "Such a good girl for me." followed with that stupid fucking grin. I scoff and hurry back to my room in shock with what I just witnessed. The way he looked, I couldn't lie to myself that it was so attractive and turned me on. This stupid little game him and I have going on of who can get who sexually riled up is ridiculous, but I will never cave to that asshole.

It's been about 30 minutes now and I hear a knock on the door interrupting me from my scrolling on Instagram. I roll my eyes already knowing who it was, I sit up and walk over to my door and open it, reveling Andre standing in black boxers and shirtless.

"What." I say blandly and irritated.

"Sorry you seen that, forgot you where home." he says with a smile.

I give him a stank face from his comment, knowing he knew damn well I was home.

"Is that all you do? lie?" I question. rolling my eyes at him.

He chuckles at my response and walks into my room sitting on my bed, placing his hands on the side of him so he can lean back.

"When are you going to let me fuck you? You hate me so much; I could most defiantly hate fuck you; I would enjoy watching your pretty face in pleasure."

"Never, never in you're stupid life." I say to him ignoring his presence and lay back down on my bed getting on my phone.

I feel him get up and get on the bed, he crawls towards me flipping me on my back like I weighed nothing, tossing my phone on the ground. He places himself between my legs as his arms are on each side of me, lowering himself onto me, pressing his bulge into my hot center, making me breathe louder with pleasure.

"You know, I can tell how bad you want me, the way you breath when I'm around you, the way you squeeze your thighs together when I tease you, trying to suppress the heartbeat in your pussy I give you." His words make me breath harder and arch into him, my hands find his chest and I can't help but touch him, knowing he's right, and I hate him even more for it....

A/N: I'm so sorry to end it like this, but the next chapter is going to be spicyyyyy! let me know if you guys are liking this story and maybe if there's anything I can add to spice it up more! <3 CHAPTER 3 COMING SOON!

[sarafangirlart]

While I get the issues with it, The appeal for Artemis x Iphigenia for me is the lesbian desire to be carried away by a Devine figure from a shitty dad

Except that Iphigenia didn’t hate her dad and didn’t want to leave her family.

[romancemedia]

Total Drama Relationships

[u6is]

f2f

You couldn't let go of Victor enough. That was why you'd done this, why you'd let Jeremy fuck you in his car outside the very place where Victor was likely still celebrating.

"i fuck him cause i miss you"

—jeremy sochan x reader: smut

The stadium lights had barely dimmed, and the roar of the crowd was still reverberating in your ears as you reluctantly made your way to the post-game party.

The Spurs had just scored a victory so epic that it felt like the city itself had won. Every face was painted with a grin, every voice raised in jovial chatter. Normally, you would have been thrilled to be part of this electric atmosphere, but tonight was different. Tonight, the very reason for your hesitation would be the center of attention: Victor Wembanyama.

Back when Victor was still climbing the ranks of basketball stardom, you shared a fiery romance that ended in a messy breakup. Years had passed, and you had moved on, but the thought of facing him in such a public setting sent a shiver down your spine.

You had been invited by a mutual friend. Despite the awkwardness, you agreed to go because ever since you were a kid, you had been supporting this beautiful team.

The Spurs were more than just a bunch of players to you; they were a symbol of unity, resilience, and hope. You had grown up watching their games, cheering them on through the highs and lows, and this victory was something you couldn't miss out on.

As you pushed through the throngs of people, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his presence, like a looming shadow cast by his towering frame and the glitz of his celebrity status.

Everything was going nicer than you could have imagined. The music was just the right volume, the drinks were cold, and the conversations were easy. You couldn't help but let your guard down and truly enjoy the party. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Victor casting a few glances in your direction. At first, you dismissed it as coincidence, but as the night went on, the frequency of his glances grew, and you began to feel a flutter in your stomach.

You tried to keep your eyes on your own group of friends, but every now and then, your gaze would drift to where Victor stood, his eyes always seeming to lock onto yours for a brief moment before quickly looking away. The tension was palpable, but no one else seemed to notice the silent dance you two were engaged in across the crowded room. His teammates were busy celebrating, leaving him to his own devices, which mostly consisted of nursing a drink and watching the party unfold around him.

As night progressed, the crowd grew wilder. Celebrities who were die-hard Spurs fans had started to arrive, adding an extra layer of glamour and chaos to the mix. You spotted a few Hollywood A-listers mingling with the players, their laughter echoing off the walls.

Players you had only ever seen in their jerseys were scattered around the venue in casual attire, Stephon face flushed with excitement and alcohol. Devin were taking selfies, and sipping on his drink, David eyes gleaming with the same energy that had propelled them to victory on the court. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the sweet aroma of victory.

Then, amidst the chaos, Jeremy Sochan, Victor's closest teammate, approached your circle. His infectious smile was a beacon in the sea of faces, and before you knew it, he was slapping high-fives and exchanging laughs with your friends. You had met Jeremy a few times before, and he had always been friendly, but tonight, he was especially buoyant. His eyes sparkled with the joy of the win and the thrill of the night.

As the party buzzed around you, laughter and music filling the space, Jeremy leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper just above the noise.

"Hey, it’s been a while… and you’re still just as pretty as ever."

You felt your heart skip.

A reaction you weren’t sure was for him or for the weight his words carried. Jeremy had always been charming, always had that easy confidence, but tonight, with the heat of his gaze on you, something felt different.

Maybe it was the drinks lowering your guard, or maybe it was the way Victor stood just a few feet away, his presence lingering like a ghost.

You shouldn’t be thinking about him.

You shouldn’t be comparing the warmth of Jeremy’s attention to the way Victor used to look at you.

But as Jeremy’s gaze lingered, warm and inviting, and Victor just within reach yet miles away, you let yourself enjoy it.

Just for a moment.

As the party wound down, the music grew softer, the lights dimmer. Jeremy had his arm around you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, craving the comfort of familiarity.

And somehow, before you even realized it, you were leaving with Jeremy, his hand wrapped around yours, steady and sure. Maybe it was the drinks that led you here...or maybe it was something else entirely.

The whiskey had a way of smoothing the edges of reality, making the world a softer, more forgiving place. Or maybe it was the desire to escape the ghostly shadow of Victor that had been haunting you all night.

As you stepped into the cool night air, the reality of the situation began to set in. You were leaving with someone else, someone who wasn't Victor, and that realization hit you like a cold shower. But Jeremy's hand was warm, his grip firm and reassuring, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill as he opened the door to his sleek sports car and helped you inside.

Once the door was shut, you didn't waste a second. You leaned in, and Jeremy met you halfway, his lips pressing against yours with a hunger that surprised you. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, and you found yourself moaning, the sound muffled by his insistent kisses. It had been so long since you'd felt this kind of heat, this kind of passion, and it was intoxicating. You didn't bother to hide your desire as you tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, the fabric of his shirt bunching under your fingers.

Jeremy's touch was gentle yet firm, exploring your body as if it were a map he had studied for years but never quite dared to touch. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the thrill of the moment, but you didn't care. You had been starved for this kind of connection, and you were going to revel in it.

The kiss grew hotter, his hands roaming down to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The leather seats of the car creaked under your weight, and you felt a rush of heat between your legs as you straddled him. Your skirt rode up, and you didn't bother to adjust it, the thrill of exposure adding to the intensity of the moment. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles shift beneath his shirt, a reminder of the athlete's body beneath.

Jeremy's hands moved up your thighs, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of your panties. You gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He broke the kiss to look at you, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Is this what you want?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded, breathless, and the words tumbled from your mouth,

"Yes, Jeremy, I want this."

The fire in his eyes grew brighter, and he didn't waste any more time. He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you back down to him as he claimed your mouth once more. His tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. You felt his hands slide under your shirt, his rough palms gliding over your bare skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.

Your breath hitched as he unhooked your bra with surprising deftness, freeing your breasts. He took one in his hand, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your core. You whimpered into his mouth, your body arching towards him. He took the hint and pulled your shirt off, tossing it aside without a care in the world. His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving a hot path of kisses and nibbles that made you shiver with excitement.

His other hand slipped between your legs, the pressure of his fingers on your clit making you squirm with need. You were soaking wet, and he didn't even bother to hide his groan of satisfaction as he felt how ready you were. He slid a finger inside you, and you moaned, the feeling of fullness overwhelming. His movements grew more urgent, his finger curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. You could feel an orgasm building, the pressure coiling in your stomach, tightening your muscles around him.

The world outside the car faded away, and all that existed was the two of you, your bodies entwined, the sound of your muffled moans and the occasional cheer from a passing fan.

You didn't care.

All you cared about was the way Jeremy's hand felt, the way his tongue tasted, the way his breath hitched when you ground down on his fingers.

You could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, and the thought of having him inside you made you wetter. You reached down, fumbling with his zipper, and he groaned as you freed him. Your hand wrapped around his thick length, stroking him with the same urgency he had used on you. He was hot and velvety in your grip, and you couldn't wait to feel him fill you up.

With a growl, Jeremy lifted you off his lap and repositioned you in the passenger seat, pushing your legs apart. He leaned in, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed down your neck, his tongue tracing the line of your collarbone. You could feel his cock pressing against your thigh, and you knew he was just as eager as you were. His hand found your panties once more, sliding them down your legs, exposing you to the cool night air. You didn't care about the risk, about who might see, all that mattered was the heat building between your legs, the desperate need to have him inside you.

His fingers found your slick folds again, and he began to rub your clit in slow, torturous circles, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the desire in his gaze, the way it burned with an intensity that was almost frightening. His thumb slid over the sensitive bud, and you bit your lip to keep from screaming. You could feel the orgasm building, your hips rising to meet his touch, your entire body begging for release.

And then, with a swift movement, he was inside you. You gasped as he filled you, stretching you in the most delicious way. The car rocked slightly with the force of his thrusts, and you had to grip the seat to keep from falling off. It was fast, it was raw, it was everything you hadn't known you needed. His hands were everywhere, holding you down, caressing your breasts, gripping your hips, urging you to meet him, to take all of him.

Your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his movements. You couldn't believe this was happening, that you were here with Jeremy Sochan and he was fucking you like you were the only woman in the world. The thought made you wetter, made you want to come even harder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on with every gasp and whine that escaped your lips.

But as the pleasure grew...

You realized that you were only doing this because you missed Victor, because his absence was a constant ache in your chest that you had been trying to fill with anything else. Jeremy was just a stand-in, a way to distract yourself from the pain of watching the man you loved celebrate with everyone else. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to block out the sight of Victor's face, but his image was burned into the back of your eyelids, a stark reminder of what you were doing.

With every stroke of Jeremy's cock, your mind raced back to Victor, the way he used to fill you so completely, the way his eyes would darken with passion as he took you.

Your cunt tightened around Jeremy's shaft, as if it was trying to hold on to the ghost of Victor. The pleasure was intense, a mix of the physical and the emotional, a bittersweet symphony playing out in the most intimate part of your body.

"Jeremy..."

And for a split second, you imagined it was Victor's face above you, his eyes filled with the same hunger that Jeremy's were. It was wrong, you knew it, but the feeling was undeniable, a betrayal and a release all rolled into one.

Jeremy's hands were rough on your skin, leaving trails of fire wherever he touched. He kissed you hard, his teeth scraping against your lower lip as he picked up the pace. You could feel his muscles strain, the power behind each thrust. His breathing grew ragged, and you knew he was close.

You reached down, your hand joining his, and together, you worked your clit, the friction making the pleasure almost unbearable.

"Fuck…" he groaned, eyes dark with hunger as he watched his cock disappear into you, over and over, slick and stretched around him. The filthy sight of it, the way you gripped him so perfectly, had his head spinning.

"Look at you," he rasped, voice thick with desire. "Letting me ruin you like this."

My friend's ex, wrapped around my cock, taking every inch. The thought alone sent a wicked thrill down his spine, and he thrust deeper, harder, chasing the heat that neither of you should've been craving but neither of you could stop.

With a gasp, you felt yourself start to come apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You tightened around him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you screamed his name. The car windows fogged up, your moans intertwining with the distant cheers of the crowd still echoing from the party inside.

Jeremy's eyes never left yours as he watched you come, his own release building. His hips snapped upward, and he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you up with his seed. The intensity of it made your toes curl, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek.

As the aftermath settled, Jeremy pulled out and leaned back in his seat, panting. He looked at you with a mix of satisfaction and confusion, as if he hadn't expected the raw emotion that had just played out between you. You quickly adjusted your clothes, avoiding his gaze as you did so.

You couldn't let go of Victor enough. That was why you'd done this, why you'd let Jeremy fuck you in his car outside the very place where Victor was likely still celebrating. You missed Victor's touch, his smell, and the way his voice made you feel alive. And here you were, with his best friend, seeking comfort in his arms because you were too much of a coward to face the truth of what you'd lost.

The taste of Jeremy's kiss lingered on your lips, but it was Victor's name you whispered against his skin as you came down from your high.

You didn't love Jeremy, and you knew he didn't love you.

This was just two people caught in the crossfire of their own pain, trying to find solace in the wrong place.

this fic is heavily inspired by SZA's song F2F. lol, don’t hate me <3

i want to create a part 2 ^^ this time from both victor's and the reader's points of view heheh

[positive-total-drama-takez]

ridonculous race was actually SUCH a cool season, the concept and execution BOTH were beautiful. emma and kitty were top tier every time they were on screen, seeing a different side of noah was (hot take) really sweet and funny, josee and jacques (apologies if i spelt their names wrong) were annoying at first but theyve HEAVILY grown on me, the darrie (devin x carrie) arc was adorable, theres a reason carrie is one letter off from carried, the fashion bloggers were 10/10, junior and his dad were so silly, the goths are the healthiest relationship in tdi (although rajbow is right on their tail), the cadets were a good contrast for each other (fun fact: their dynamic is called a character foil, where one character is the exact opposite from another. ok nerd time over), and dare i say it, the daters/haters were actually pretty entertaining most of the time.

i loved the entire cast honestly, even tammy and leonard had their fun moments looking back on it. the worst thing about this season was that there was no second season -beanie anon

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[td-rarepairs]

I'd if I said this before but here are some prompts for (mostly gen 1) wlw ships, I think about a lot:

Ballet dancer Heather x Courtney who plays violin for the orchestra

Camp counselor Courtney x surfing instructor Bridgette

Mechanic Lindsay x Gwen who has a broken down motorcycle

Emma x Courtney > Academic rivals to lawyer gfs

Kisammy meeting at family counseling (their situations are very different but it could be cute I think)

Pining Matchmaker Kitty who's trying to help Carrie, get with Devin x Carrie who's just using it as an excuse to spend time with Kitty.

Lindsay who's on the beach, swooning over the cool surfer girl Bridgette.

Eva x Bridgette > gym rivals to gfs

Girl scout/camp counselor gfs > Beth x Courtney (I just hc that they were in the girl scouts.. beth prolly volunteered as a camp counselor too aop.. both would work tho.. maybe even camp counselor Courtney x girl scout leader Beth)

One sided academic rivals to gfs > Courtney x Lindsay OR

Courtney tutoring Lindsay... turned study dates

Ballerina Heather training at the gym (during busy and professional seasons) x Eva being assigned to spot her

2012 soft Grunge Zoey x 90s soft Grunge Dawn being the most popular couple on tumblr. (Dawn's soft grunge in a "the craft" type of way)

Gwen and Zoey meeting at an indie concert

wlw cowgirl Lindsay x horsegirl Beth

Katie and Courtney on the same softball team

Izzy x Staci first date where they just talk for hours but it's just lies... they find out, laugh and have a second date. (I didn't consider the ship but it would be a hilarious premise)

Dakota spoiling her gf Anne Maria

Eva x Jo as gym rivals to gfs...

Sierra obsessing (being gay) over Izzy's crazy "nature"

Emma x Julia >>> extremely homoerotic social media collab

Lauren beating Axel in hand-to-hand combat and Axel just falls madly in love with her

Nichelle asking Priya to help train her since she already won once

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[radioactiveparker]

Full Moon High - Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary - Falling asleep with Eddie Munson

Warnings - None

Word Count - 0.8k

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The sky remained unclouded on this particular night, allowing the stars to shimmer freely and its shining Opal to glow in all its glory. Its light cascaded through the window - a silvery flow that would rouse the nocturnal and embrace the diurnal into its nightly hug. Its crisp rays splayed over the couple who lay in perfect serenity under the bed covers.

Your eyelids hung heavy with fatigue and the secondhand smoke of Eddie's weed, which he had smoked before bed. You could still see the haze of it whisping in and out of the moons' beams. The two of you lay on your sides, barely awake and facing the other with only inches between you, taking each other in as if the other would simply disappear the moment you fell asleep. Although, you wondered for a moment whether you were already asleep. Perhaps this devine moment between the two of you was simply a desirable dream, in which case, you never wanted to wake up.

You lost yourself in his eyes, as deep brown as the outside hearth which the light of the moon fell upon. They were round and sweet and pure and kept perfectly polished with every slow blink. His eyelashes were long and soft, fluttering as he fought sleep. You brushed a soft curl of his fringe from his face, revealing the smooth curve of his eyebrow, and you stroked it lightly, hoping your touch would keep him from falling asleep. You carried your touch along his temple, collecting unruly locks as you went, before tucking it behind the curve of his ear. Your heart melted at the full exposure of his face. Constellations of freckles scattered all over his skin, and you did your best to remember every single one of them, as well as every dimple, crease and fold along his creamy skin, having the privilege to be the only one he'd allow close enough to see them all. The silvery glow of the moonlight dripped down the slope of his nose, casting a shadow on the expanse of his cheek. You traced it tenderly with the tip of your index finger, watching how it rolled over the gentle bump on the bridge of his nose. You followed it down his septum and to his cupids bow, where you swapped your finger out for your thumb. You cupped the side of his face, your fingers folding at the edge of his jaw. Despite being freshly shaven, there was still a certain roughness to his skin when your hand accidentally moved against the grain, although you couldn't argue when his smell enveloped you. He was freshly showered - his woody smell married with the musk of his shaving cream left all of your senses cocooned. You placed the pad of your thumb over his lips and swipped it lightly. The top one was smoother than the bottom, you noticed, remembering that he had the tendency to bite his bottom lip. You wanted so desperately to kiss them, to let him drain the breath from your lungs if it meant you never had to let go, but your fatigue begged you to remain inert. You watched as his eyes fell to your lips, clearly wanting the same thing but being too lazy to do anything about it. He fought against the idea of pretending to bite your thumb and instead puckered his lips ever so slightly to kiss it gently. He watched your eyes soften at the gesture, the direct light of the moon creating a halo in the whites of your eyes, and his heart swelled.

Using a strong arm, he pulled you closer by your waist, slotting your bodies together perfectly. The tender softness of your warm, naked skin magnetically bound together. Your heads now shared a pillow, foreheads resting together, and tips of noses brushing. He trailed his fingers up the exposed length of your arm until his palm encased your hand, which was still resting on his cheek. He squeezed it softly, noticing goosebumps raise on your skin at the trace of his thumb. He twisted his neck to place another kiss, this time to your palm, and he smiled when your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling.

But you almost wished they hadn't, because they were now not to open until the morning. It was a pitiful display of your self-control, really, but sleep had won this battle tonight. It wasn't long before Eddie joined you in his own deep slumber. And that was where the two of you spent the rest of the night and the early hours of the morning - tangled together under the warm bed sheets, lost entirely in dreams of each other in places the two of you could call your own.

[citrusdevill]

Could you draw Carrie x kitty and share your thoughts about the ship?

caritty is so cute!! i really enjoyed their friendship in tdrr. carrie theres a girl for you RIGHT THERE!!! GIVE UP ON DEVIN!!! (jokes but i really like this ship!)

[courtney-deserved-better]

i’m curious, do you have any like super obscure td rarepairs you like?

ooooooooo let’s see

i really like the idea of a rivals to lovers courtney x emma (rr) ship, logically i know their similarities would probably make it difficult to get along but idk i think it could work in a weird way. they’re both one of my favorite character archetypes (im a sucker for the type as) so i’d love to explore how they would interact. honestly i should write a fic for them

beth x sierra is another rarepair i like! they’re both seen as Weird Girls (derogatory) who get crushes easily and i think they could have a cute little thing going on.

i also like beth x katie (& sadie?), they all hung out during the aftermaths for tdwt, i could see it as a poly thing or as a similar dynamic to wayne & raj where katie is realizing she’s a lesbian and sadie is supporting her

this one actually has some basis in dramarama of all things, but harold x lightning. i thought it was really cute how tdr harold had a crush on lightning and i would love to play around with that dynamic within the main canon. ooo especially with the inclusion of transfem harold (bc lightning don’t judge!)

ella x sky! i think their ship name is ellsky? anyway they should’ve cut out the axis of the brief tdpi love triangle (dave) and just had ella think of sky as her knight and sky learning to relax a bit with ella

while i don’t really ship either of them with anyone, i do like the idea of zee x damien. i think zee’s chillness could help balance out damien when he’s a little more high strung, and damien could help ground zee. after all, zee was damien’s biggest supporter to help get himself voted off! i also headcanon damien as a trans guy and zee as nonbinary so t4t couple rights lol. ngl every time i see someone shipping zee with chase or ripper (or both!) i shed a silent tear. zee deserves better (im mostly joking)

(i’m not sure if these count as rarepairs but i also enjoy nichaxel/axelle and mkulia from the new season)

this is very silly but a goths + best friends polycule where devin goes goth after his breakup and ennui kinda digs it, carrie wants to support devin, crimson is down for whatever, and oh would you look at that they’re somehow all dating.

jacques x ryan. idk how it would work but they have stuff in common (athletics + dealing with josee & stephanie) so i think there’s potential there

jacques x josé. as in alejandro’s brother. don’t ask me to explain myself.

kitty x crimson. they could be cute together.

sanders x emma (rr). somehow i think they could make it work.

honorable mention of rarepairs i like that aren’t super obscure: lesheather, djuncan, trody, dawnkota, brott, justowen, jasammy, bridgney, dashawn/shave (idk their ship name), shawn x jasmine x sammy, jomaria (is this even a rarepair? are any of these rarepairs? idk man)