#Look all I’m saying is *I* wouldn’t wear it around my neck after that LOL

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Zelda actually still has her secret stone, you can see it in the cutscene before the end credits :)

!!!!!!

I COMPLETELY MISSED THIS WHAT

[leahrintarou]

hii i saw some of your works and i adore the way you write, so whenever you had time, could you write an asahi x reader? possibly nsfw , and the reader being older than asahi, and you do the rest! thank you if you do it :)))

✩₊˚.⋆ REDESIGN - asahi azumane

CW: reader has female anatomy, mentions of lingerie, fem reader, nsfw, penetration, unprotected sex, usage of the petname "baby" & "beautiful", she calls him 'sahi' as a nickname lol. (i hope this reflects what you requested, anon! :)

Word Count: 1.8k

"oh wait, i need to visit one last store." y/n caught the wrist of her boyfriend, gently pulling him towards the entrance of a clothing boutique. "there’s no hurry, beautiful. i wouldn’t mind if you decided to visit every store in this mall." his smile was warm, comforting, and y/n couldn’t help but feel her heart swell with a gentle heat. asahi followed her to the back, where the lingerie awaited in soft, delicate folds.

"oh?" his eyes widened in surprise as he realized where they stood. she hadn’t mentioned what they were looking for, so the revelation caught him off-guard. "didn’t you just buy like ten different sets a week ago?" he asked, as she released his wrist, now lost in browsing through the selections. "all of which you tore apart, beyond repair," she replied, rolling her eyes as she held up a piece, considered it, then shook her head and put it back.

"oops…" he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and y/n nudged him playfully with her shoulder. "not that i’m really complaining," she added.

"well, complain or not, just saying, i’m totally not at fault for your broken sets." he raised his hands in mock defense. y/n’s eyes narrowed at his feigned innocence. "i don’t know, sahi," she deadpanned, "but i’m fairly certain that you yanking the piece fabric off me has everything to do with you."

asahi let out a soft laugh. "not my fault the material is garbage despite being ridiculously overpriced." he shrugged. y/n didn’t seem to hear him, already captivated by a new black set that had caught her eye. "this one is so cute!" she exclaimed, holding it up for him to see. "it is," he replied, smiling faintly.

she arched an eyebrow at his dry response, prompting him to elaborate. after a pause, he shrugged, hesitant. she nudged him again, impatient. "i’m just saying," he began, "i could make something like that. better quality, too, and for free, might i add."

"oh, really?" she replied, dripping with sarcasm. asahi was a talented designer, no doubt, but lingerie was far outside his usual realm. still, his confidence was almost convincing, even to her.

"definitely. we can stop by the fabric store before heading home."

"so, you’re really going to make me custom lingerie because store-bought doesn’t live up to your standards?"

"yup. seems like a perfectly valid reason to me."

"whatever you say." she sighed, setting the set back reluctantly. "wait," asahi stopped her, taking the lingerie from her hands. "we’re still buying these for tonight. might be poorly made, but you’ll make it look perfect. besides, you won’t be wearing it for long." his grin widened, and y/n shook her head, following him to the checkout.

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"beautiful?" asahi’s voice reached her as she lay half-asleep on the couch. it had been a long, exhausting week, and the fatigue was winning. blinking away sleep, she turned the TV’s volume down with the remote in her hand. "hm?" she called, glancing at him as he descended the stairs and came around to stand behind the couch.

"i’ve got a surprise for you."

"sahi, it’s eleven at night. what kind of surprise is this?" she smiled faintly. he revealed a small box, wrapped neatly with a bow, and handed it to her. "what’s this?" she asked, taking the box, her curiosity piqued. there wasn’t any special occasion coming up, but asahi’s love language was undeniably gift-giving.

he took a seat beside her, urging her to open it. y/n lifted the lid, peeling back the layers of tissue paper, and there, resting beneath, was lace. rich, deep red lace overlaying black, intricately woven and delicate. she pulled it out, admiring the craftsmanship, and looked at him, eyes soft with adoration.

"you actually made this?" her voice was filled with disbelief.

asahi shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. she couldn’t help but pull him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment before he pulled back to speak. "go try it on. i need to see if it fits—I made it all from memory." he chuckled as y/n quickly stood and made her way to their bedroom.

this was what he’d been working on all week in his office. she had nearly forgotten about his promise to make her a custom set. quickly slipping out of her clothes, she donned the pieces he had designed for her, amazed at how perfectly they fit. it seemed impossible, but then again, his hands had memorized every curve of her body.

emerging from the bathroom, she walked towards him with quiet, deliberate steps. the soft glow of the TV flickered across the room, casting faint shadows as she approached. "sahi," she called softly, a shy smile tugging at her lips. she suddenly felt self-conscious under his intense gaze as his eyes traced her form from head to toe.

"say something," she groaned, crossing her arms in mock frustration.

asahi stood, closing the distance between them, his hands finding their way to her hips. "you look stunning," he whispered against her lips. "you did an amazing job," she complimented him with a smile, but he shook his head, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together.

"yeah, but," he murmured, brushing his lips against hers for a fleeting moment before pulling back, "you make it look ten times better."

his hands traveled to the small of her back, drawing her nearer, his voice a quiet promise against her skin. "now, let’s see how durable it is."

he pressed a kiss against y/n's lips, firm and unyielding, and without hesitation, y/n parted hers in response. his tongue brushed lightly against her own, and she sighed into his mouth, a sound that sent a tremor through him, compelling his hand to find her waist. there was a hunger in his gaze, one reserved solely for her. he guided her to the couch, took his seat, and motioned for her to straddle his lap.

the more he tasted her, the more insatiable his desire became. a groan escaped him when she shifted against his lap, and the sound mirrored his growing need. y/n seemed to sense it, teasingly pressing the strained fabric of his sweatpants, drawing a deep moan from him. "i'm grateful you made this for me, sahi," she murmured softly.

he hummed in response, a low, knowing sound. "mhm and i never ask for anything in return... but..." his voice trailed off as he pulled back slightly, but the unspoken request in his eyes was unmistakable. y/n smiled, and in one smooth motion, she ground her hips against his clothed arousal, her movement deliberate. he threw his head back, groaning deeply.

"too much?" she asked, almost teasingly.

"not enough," he rasped, as her lips found his neck, leaving delicate kisses along his skin. with a swift movement, he pulled at the string of his sweatpants, freeing himself from the layers of fabric that restrained him. y/n took him into her grasp, and a sigh of relief slipped past his lips, though it was tainted by the greed simmering beneath his skin. no matter how much she gave him, it was never enough. "i need you so badly right now, beautiful," he groaned, his body shuddering as she stroked him.

y/n, her own desire mounting, ground herself against his thigh this time. asahi shook his head, laughing softly through the haze of lust. "if you're that needy, use me, beautiful. I'm right here and i need you just as much." her frustration was evident, her body trembling with the need to have him, to feel him entirely. it was as if time slowed, her patience thinning, and the urge to claim him overwhelming her. and he, too, couldn't deny the hunger in his veins, the way his body already responded to her touch.

with his assistance, y/n lifted her hips, and soon the barrier between them vanished. slowly, he helped her sink down onto his length, and their combined moans filled the room. "you feel so good," he breathed, the sensation of her warmth enveloping him nearly tipping him into oblivion. despite his need, he remained gentle, his hands gripping her waist with a tender firmness, guiding her movements as she rose and fell against him. every meeting of their hips brought a fresh wave of pleasure.

but he could sense her fatigue, the way her rhythm faltered. "need my help, beautiful?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

she nodded, a soft whimper of "please" escaping her lips. with ease, he shifted them both, laying her on her back as he positioned himself between her thighs. his movements became more frantic, more desperate, as he plunged into her, groaning hoarsely with each thrust. y/ n's hands found his wrist, and when he applied a gentle pressure to her abdomen, her moans became more urgent.

he quickened his pace, sensing the edge of ecstasy looming before them both. with one hand, he massaged her in swift, precise circles, his thumb finding her most sensitive spot. y/n bit her lip, her breathless whimpers filling the space between them. "you're almost there, baby," he panted, ignoring the ache in his own body, focusing only on her.

her body trembled beneath him, tension building until it reached its peak. he glanced down at her, the lace of her lingerie a beautiful contrast against her skin, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of her. when she called his name, her voice laced with desperation, he unraveled completely. he pulled out of her, continuing the movements against her bud as her body jolted from the intensity of the sensation.

it didn't take long before her climax hit, her body arching under his touch. to him, it was the most exquisite sight. he gripped his length, pleasuring himself just enough to teeter on the edge of release, and y/n, noticing his need, took over. her hand wrapped around him, her strokes deliberate, and the fact that it was her touch that undid him pushed him over. spurts of his release spilled over her hand and dripped onto her bare abdomen, and asahi let out a long, pleasure-filled moan, his body still trembling as she continued to draw out his high.

slowly, her movements ceased, and asahi leaned down, his breath mingling with hers as they shared a soft kiss, a silent promise of contentment between them.

"sahi?" her voice broke the silence.

"yes, beautiful?" he whispered, brushing his lips against hers once more.

"can you make me one in blue?" she asked with a playful smile.

he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her lips. "anything you want, baby," he murmured, his laughter lingering in the air as they lay together, lost in each other's warmth and dimming lust.

heyyyy :)

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[tkaulitzlvr]

Im the type of person that wouldn’t do the silent treatment if Tom got me mad. I would stay out all night and not answer the phone just to make him mad. How would Tom react 👀?

PERSISTENT - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: after a fight with tom, you decide to go out clubbing, much to his annoyance. no matter how many times he calls, you ignore him, bringing him to his own breaking point. and once you come home, he doesn’t plan on going easy on you.

content: angst + mentions of smut, i’ll do a part 2 if u guys want lol

a/n: tom being rough and possessive is so hot like i would purposely piss him off just to see him mad… ANYWAYSS thank u for the req anon!! i’m so sorry if i haven’t done ur request i have like 50 in my inbox so it’s taking me a while but i don’t have an order of how i do them so it’s pretty random what i’ll choose to write but yea pls bare with me!!🙏🙏

“come on, i said i was sorry. you’re being so fucking dramatic.” tom says, standing on the other side of the room as my eyes are fixed on my phone screen, not paying any attention to what he is saying, still liking how the idea of punching his face sounds. he knows that he has fucked up, deciding to forget to show up to my family dinner yesterday, instead rehearsing with the band all day and crashing at bill’s place, not showing up until right now - 8:30pm the next day. and, he had dug himself an even bigger hole, telling me to ‘calm down’ when i expressed my anger towards his incompetence.

“am i?” i mutter sarcastically, refusing to make eye contact. unbeknownst to him, i was texting my friends, making sure that nobody had plans, organising the final details of which bar we would go to, deciding that if tom can stand me up without telling me, then i can go out partying as i please, whether he is aware or not.

he tuts beside me, his slow and tired steps trudging towards me as his figure falls onto the bed, the mattress dipping next to me. he places one hand on my ass, massaging the flesh lightly, his lips meeting my neck as he plants rough, open-mouthed kisses over the skin. i take no notice, continuing to tap the keys of my small smartphone, not at all tempted by his lazy advances.

“please baby…” he mutters against my neck, kissing the skin harshly between his words. “i’m sorry, let me make it up to you, hm? i’ll make you feel so good. just let me touch you princess, you’re so beautiful.”

his shitty attempts to win me over are almost pitiful, my body still as i try to stifle a laugh, a smile spreading across my face as the text that confirms that everyone can make it comes through. i say nothing, detaching tom’s arms from my lower back, getting up from the bed and walking towards the closet, picking out the sluttiest dress that i own, knowing how much tom hates me wearing it.

he watches me from the bed, his eyebrows furrowed, staying silent for a few seconds, yet the second he sees my hands grab hold of that dress, he sits up, his confused voice sounding through the bedroom.

“woah woah woah, what are you doing?” he asks, standing up and moving in front of me, attempting to block my way.

i simply roll my eyes, moving past him and placing the dress on the bed. “going out.” i shrug, my fingers reaching to the hem of my t-shirt, lifting the soft material upwards and over my head, tom watching me do so.

“wearing that? no you’re not.” he scoffs, quickly snatching the dress from the bed and holding it against his chest. i turn around, my upper half now completely bare besides from my bra, tom’s eyes focused on my cleavage, his expression still angry.

“stop playing and give me the fucking dress.” i sigh, holding my hand outwards and trying to snatch it from him.

“you’re not going out. not without me.” he reiterates, his grip on the material staying tight as he looks into my eyes, his tongue poking the inside of his lips.

“yes, i am.” i state, quickly snatching the dress from his hands and running to the bathroom, frantically locking the door before he can get to me, his fists colliding with it as he groans in frustration, a string of curses leaving his lips.

“you’re such a fucking brat, you know that? open the door and quit messing around. this shit isn’t funny.” he yells, repeatedly banging on the door.

however i am too busy slipping the dress onto my figure, adjusting the small straps and brushing my hair into a slick ponytail, applying some extremely rushed makeup, all whilst he continues to shout at me from the other side of the door, pointless apologies and pleads to let him in sounding throughout the bathroom. i hurriedly grab my heels, placing them on my feet and taking one last look at myself in the mirror. i had looked better on nights out, but tonight was about revenge, and whilst i didn’t look my best, i still looked hot. hot enough to drive tom absolutely insane - especially considering that he would have no idea where i was, looking like this all alone his biggest fear, partly out of concern for my safety, but it was mainly because of his jealous tendencies. and whenever i dressed like this, even if he stayed by my side at all times, he became more possessive than ever.

yet right now, i want to make him mad, desperate to get him to the point of utter insanity, seeking some form of payback for what he had done - not caring about the consequences.

i emerge from the bathroom, tom stood inches away from me. he raises his eyebrows, his gaze moving downwards as he studies every inch of my body.

“no fucking way are you leaving looking like this.” he starts, shaking his head as a sarcastic chuckle leaves his lips. “you must be insane if you think i’d let you. do you have any idea of the kind of people out there? fuck that.”

“since when can you tell me what to do?” i laugh, taken aback by his sudden attitude, pissed off at the way he tries to control me, especially after what he has already done.

“since i’m your fucking boyfriend, incase you had forgotten! only i get to see you looking like this, i’m not gonna let you leave the house alone, letting everyone see basically everything. don’t be ridiculous.” he tuts, narrowing his eyes as i can sense the irritation in his tone. “i said i was sorry. if that’s what this is about, then you’ve proven your point, great job. but i’m not letting you leave, not wearing that.”

“you don’t own me, i can do whatever the fuck i want.” i shrug, pulling my dress up a little higher just to frustrate him more, before rushing out of our bedroom and through the house, quickly slipping out of the front door before he can stop me. he frustratedly calls my name from behind, a chorus of curse words and irritated demands all along the lines of telling me to ‘come back’ spilling from his lips until i close the door, running to my friends car and hopping in.

i look at my phone, already seeing five missed calls and a few texts, some apologising again, others telling me to come back inside. i roll my eyes, putting my phone on silent and engaging in conversation until we arrive to the club, spilling out of the car.

the place is completely packed, excitement oozing through my veins as we rush towards the bar, ordering far more shots than necessary, but in the moment i didn’t care - my mind focuses on one thing: pissing tom off. and i know that the more drunk i get, the more angry he will become, the idea satisfying to me as i pick up the small glass. i hold it to my lips, some lipgloss smudging onto it, my head tilting backwards as i allow the liquid to slip downwards, burning the back of my throat. i wince slightly, the taste strong and bitter, yet that doesn’t stop me as i pick up another glass, swallowing the liquid inside of it as fast as i can, eager to feel its effects right now, tired of feeling sober.

my friend takes my hand as i quickly swallow the last of my drink, following her shaky footsteps, all of us beyond tipsy. we find our way to the dance floor, slotting between a couple too focused on swallowing each other’s faces to realise we had pushed them aside. the alcohol finally sinking into my system, bringing along with it a sense of freedom that i had missed so much. i sway my hips to the music, getting lost in the rhythm, a wide grin on my face.

༻❦༺

i have no idea how long i have been dancing for, or how long i have been at the club for. i probably can’t even count the amount of drinks i have had on my fingers, now completely wasted as i sloppily dance to the music, my arms in the air.

“come on, we’ve got more drinks!” i hear my friend call over from the couch area, her words slurred and almost inaudible.

i smile widely, awkwardly shuffling through the crowd and over to the table, my movements all over the place as i stumble towards the couch, flopping onto it. my eyes turn to the large tray of drinks, filled with an array of shots and cocktails, my hands reaching for whatever drink i can touch first - not exactly picky at this point, i’ve probably consumed every cocktail to exist in the past hour. the sweet taste washes over my tastebuds, it’s bitter aftertaste now normal to me as i swallow it with no reaction, drinking the liquid like it is water, feeling happier with each sip. i place the drink down, glancing momentarily to my phone for the first time since i had left, seeing that tom is calling me again, at least twenty unseen messages filling my inbox.

baby i said i was sorry, come on. - 9:52pm

seriously, this isn’t funny anymore. - 9:52pm

come home now, i’m worried about u. - 9:53pm

where the fuck are you?? - 9:54pm

i swear to god if you don’t pick up the fucking phone. - 9:56pm

do u think this is funny? do u know how worried i am?? answer the damn phone. - 9:58pm

answer the fucking phone. i swear to god once i find out where you are. - 10:01pm

i’m coming to find you. - 10:04pm

i roll my eyes, placing my phone back in my purse and picking up my drink, finishing the last of it and putting the empty glass on the table. the place starts to feel increasingly warm as i decide to get some fresh air, standing up slowly from my seat, almost toppling over from the amount of alcohol i had consumed.

“anyone coming for a smoke?” i ask, turning to my friends.

they all decline apart from one, resuming their conversation over the loud music as the two of us head outside, pushing the doors open, the cold air hitting my face and cooling me down immediately. i open my purse, taking a cig out and lighting it, bringing it to my lips as i inhale, closing my eyes. the smoke fills my lungs, bringing a small moment of calm despite the low buzz still in my body. i exhale slowly, watching the smoke pour from my lips, disappearing into the night as i lean backwards against the cold wall, it’s harshness causing me to shiver a little.

i take a few more drags, holding the cig in between my fingers, enjoying the small moment of peace. the streets are practically empty, apart from the large queue of people waiting to be let into the club beside me, the diluted thumping of music drowned out slightly. the roar of a car engine, one that sounds strangely familiar, pulls me out of my hazy moment, my eyes turning to the source of the sound. i can recognise that car from anywhere - it’s headlights getting closer and closer as i roll my eyes, turning around and attempting to blend in with the small crowd of people outside.

i sigh in relief as my plan is successful - or so i thought. the car drives past me for a few seconds, it’s tyres screeching to a stop as the door opens, tom stepping out of it. his eyes frantically scan the crowd, his entire expression disjointed, chest heaving up and down as he tries to spot me. apparently my attempt at cover doesn’t suffice as his eyes lock with mine, his face softening as he lets out a sigh of relief, rushing towards me.

i groan, knowing that there is no point in running - he will always catch me, wasting my energy trying to escape would be useless. he comes closer, pushing the drunken bodies aside until he is standing in front of me, his face angry.

“jesus fucking christ do you know how scared i was?” he shouts, roughly grabbing me by my waist and smashing his lips to mine. though i can tell that this isn’t to show his affection, rather it is a way for him to release a small amount of his frustration, this not even the beginning of it.

“no way, really?” i question sarcastically, gasping as i pretend to be shocked, still furious for the shit he pulled lastnight, not interested in his feeling right now.

“lose the fucking attitude. don’t think that you’re gonna get away with this. we’re leaving, get in the fucking car.” he says, clenching his jaw and grabbing my hand. though he is clearly furious, he takes it gently, maintaining a steady grip, still careful not to hurt me.

“what if i don’t want to leave?” i challenge, a satisfied smile on my face as i know exactly how to further his anger.

“you don’t have a choice.” he states, rolling his eyes as he begins to pull me towards his car, his breathing heavy, face stern. i know that i have pissed him off, and perhaps gone too far.

he opens the passenger door, and i step in sulkily, knowing that i have pushed my boundaries. i fold my arms, rolling my eyes as he slams the door shut, quickly walking around to the driver’s side, angrily getting in.

“never fucking good enough for you is it?” he mutters, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip as he sighs, roughly clicking his seatbelt on. “i told you i was sorry, but you had to be a brat about it.”

i stay silent, sinking further into my seat as he places his hand firmly on the gearstick, beginning to drive away.

“where’s your fucking attitude now, hm? pathetic.” he scoffs, turning to face me for a second as i refuse to make eye contact, embarrassed at my change in persona, slightly scared by his tone, knowing that i have fucked up.

his foot presses harshly against the accelerator, speeding up, letting out his anger as his hand clenches the gearstick, tugging it roughly, his veins flexing with each motion.

“just wait until we get home. i’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you, maybe it’ll teach you to stop being so stubborn all the damn time.”

i sense the sincerity in his tone, recognising that he is completely serious, deciding to stay quiet to avoid pissing him off further. yet i cannot ignore the aching between my thighs, slightly excited at his threat, secretly desperate to get home so that he can execute his promise.

time seems to work against me, each second feeling like hours as the silence between us only fuels the tension. i have never been so relieved to see our house come into view, waiting patiently as tom pulls in, turning the engine off and staying in his seat. he takes a deep breath, his tongue messing with the metal of his lip piercing before he opens his mouth to speak, refusing to make eye contact.

“upstairs. and do as i say this time, if you want to be walking tomorrow.”

requests are open! as i said veryyy full atm but if i like ur req i’ll do it straight away so keep sending them in!!

[ilovejungwonandhaechan]

a little knack — yjw pt. 1

pairing: acadmic rival!jungwon x academic rival!reader

🎧 - earned it by the weeknd

note: jungwon is the student council president and the salutatorian (2nd rank) and reader is the valedictorian (1st rank). there's just a lot of tension in between them tbh

a/n: first fic!! not proofread bc i'm lazy lol i feel like i'm manifesting being sal or val at school #academicweapon??

wc: 624

fic under the cut!

jungwon is focused on some paperwork in the student council room. he is wearing headphones, jamming his favorite song at the moment when he suddenly looks up to the person by the door. upon seeing you, he sighs loudly, pausing his music before looking at you unamused.

“bitch, what was that reaction?”

jungwon arches an eyebrow as his earphones dangle on his neck. “wow. language, please.”

“oh, yes, dearest student council president. i will do anything you say because you’re an elite. my lord and savior.” you giggle as you spew sarcastic words out of your mouth.

“watch your tongue. i might get used to you calling me ‘dear' and ‘lord’ all the time.” jungwon’s slight smirk turns into a mocking grin upon hearing your sarcastic response. he puts down the pen he had been holding and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“you wish, bitch.” upon hearing you emphasize the word ‘bitch’ like that, jungwon’s amused attitude slowly starts to change: his jaw muscles twitch and he narrows his eyes at you. jungwon lets out an annoyed huff, clearly frustrated. he studies you for a moment, his gaze intense.

“you know what? i’ve had enough of your attitude.” he stands up from his chair and walks around the desk to stand right in front of you.

“why? are you sad you only got a 98 on the bio test while i got a perfect score? oh, poor, poor jungwon.” you said as you challenged him by walking closer.

jungwon grits his teeth at your words, obviously upset by hearing you flaunt your higher academic standing. his eyes darken while his gaze burns into yours. “oh, you think you’re so clever, huh? is that your way of trying to get under my skin? your attititude is irritating. you think you’re better than everyone else.”

you take a step closer to him and send him a wink and a smug smile. “oh, honey… being valedictorian means i am better than everyone else.”

“you really think you can mess with me like this, don’t you? with your damn smirk and smart talk?" he takes another step forward, closing the distance between you guys. your chests are almost touching. jungwon’s jaw clenches after seeing your wink and smile. he’s trying to keep his cool, but you’re really testing his limits.

“well, yes because that’s what i’m doing right now, am i not?” you take another step forward.

he takes another step forward. “i think you like seeing me mad. i think you like the effect you have on me.” he mutters through clenched teeth with his minty breath fanning your face.

“correction: i like the effects. plural.” 

jungwon’s heart skips a beat after hearing your correction, and the smirk on your face drives him over the edge. he reaches forward and grabs your shoulders, pushing you backward until your back is pressed up the wall. “you’re enjoying this, aren't you?”

“you stand corrected because you clearly like this more than i do. of course, you would like the thought of someone catching us like this and getting all the wrong ideas, wouldn’t you?”

jungwon’s chest is pressed against yours. his body traps you against the wall. he’s breathing heavily from frustration, and his expression is still angry with a hint of something else. “and what if i do? what if i like the thought of someone seeing us like this?”

you lean in and whisper in his ear, “then it’s clear what kind of effects i really have on you.” you smirk at him, push him off, and exit the room confidently.

he lets out a frustrated sigh. running a hand through his hair, he mutters under his breath, “damn it."

read part two here!

[spenceragnewfics]

I'M SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS!!!!!! I'll be so hyped for whatever you write!

Maybe a frisky 18+ Fic of the reader being so into Spencer wearing that choker at Erin's party (I hope you know what im talking about lol) that they hit on him for the first time. And they end up going home together.

AHH! I know exactly what you're talking about and honestly I was hoping someone had written something about it but hey, I'm okay with doing it!

CHOKE ME | Spencer Agnew x Reader | 18+ MINORS DNI

I did my best to make this GN because I didn't know if you wanted that for F!reader.

TW: Smut, choking, allusion to alcohol, oral, the usual smut stuff

Word count: 2.5k

Description: Y/N is Erin's roommate and best friend since forever. Having grown close to the Smosh crew because of her friendship with Erin, they've grown a crush on a certain director of gaming. Now at Erin's birthday party a certain accessory sets everything into motion.

The music in the club was bumping as Y/N took a sip of their drink. Usually they don’t go out and party but it was one of their best friend and roommate’s, Erin Dougal’s birthday to be exact. The two have known each other for years and despite being opposites with certain things, they are close like siblings.

The theme of Erin’s party was emo, a look Y/N doesn’t do often but had the perfect all black outfit for that made them look irresistible. An unexpected addition to the outfit was a little victorian choker on their neck. Erin had made several for all her friends to wear as a silly joke, everyone played into it perfectly.

The club was full of people but it was mostly Smosh cast and crew. Which is where Y/N currently was, hanging out with Angela, Chanse, and the birthday girl herself, dancing along to the Doja Cat song playing. While Y/N didn’t work at Smosh, they did know a lot of the cast and crew as they visited Erin a lot and well the two are roommates so it’s just how things fall.

The four are singing along to the song and dancing close together until Erin gently places her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Come with me to get another drink!” She yells close to their ear so they can hear over the music. They nod and the two go over to the bar together, as they walk away from the dance floor the music gets softer which makes it easier for them to talk.

“So, how’s your birthday so far, lovely?” Y/N asks, wrapping her arm around Erin’s. “It’s been amazing so far! Thank you so much for coming out, I know this isn’t really your thing but I’m so glad you’re here.” The birthday girl is obviously drunk with how her words and movement is but the sentiment is real.

“Of course, anything for you Dougie.” Erin groans at the nickname as the two get to the bar. She orders a drink while Y/N continues to sip on their’s. Their eyes start to look around and take in the atmosphere of the bar. The area where you get your drink and hang out is very fancy and regal which transforms into a very interesting dance floor area that matches everything else but still seems a little weird.

Taking a moment to themself, Y/N takes a deep breath then sips their drink, “Holy fuck! Spencer!” Erin yells excitedly which makes Y/N spit out their drink. ‘Spencer’s here?! Erin said he couldn’t make it!’ They think to themself as their eyes move over to where Erin is…or…well…was. Now the girl is running over and hopping into Spencer’s arms.

After a moment Erin walks back over with Spencer following behind her. “Y/N/N, sorry, didn’t mean to run off but Spencer is here.” Y/N waves, “Hey, Spence. Glad you could make it.” He smiles at them as he walks over, “Yeah, I wouldn’t miss this. Erin always knows how to throw a ranger.” He says before turning to order a drink.

“Oh, Spencer! You need one of these!” Erin pulls out one of the chokers that everyone is wearing. “What is this?” Spencer asks, chuckling as he looks at the item in his hand. “It’s a choker with one of my thirst traps on it. It’s part of the party requirement. Y/N you should help him put it on.” Erin says, winking at them before walking off. 

Erin knew of Y/N’s feelings for Spencer. It was pretty obvious from the first time the two met plus Erin knew that Spence was their type. She’s been trying for a while to get the two of them together but there has never really been a good time for them to just talk and get to know each other until tonight. Erin had planned for this to be the kickstart of their relationship and later tell her plan at their future wedding.

“Do you…” Y/N starts pointing to the choker in his hand. “If you don’t mind, I’ve never worn one of these things.” He says chuckling. Y/N nods and takes the choker then walks behind him. Their fingers work quickly to tie the choker but not too tight, “That okay?” He nods and they back around.

“How do I look? Like an idiot?” Spencer asks, grabbing his drink that the bartender gives him. He doesn’t notice the way Y/N is looking at him, the choker making him look even hotter than normal and that is something they never thought could happen.

“No, no, you look…you look good.” Y/N says, trying to hide the nervousness in their voice. They take a big sip of their drink as Spencer smiles at them, “Should we go find everyone? Or are you okay with just staying here?” He asks, walking over to them. “Well I was dancing not too long ago, so if you want to come and watch that or even join the group then that would be fun.”

He chuckles and nods his head, the two chit chat as they walk into the dancing area of the club. Y/N shows him the table where Erica, Kiana, and Peter were sitting. Setting their drinks down, the two of them walk onto the dance floor and join the others already there.

Y/N dances with their friends and drinks throughout the night. Unknowingly, they end up dancing against someone. Turning around, they see that the person they’re dancing with is Spencer. Usually, this would freak them out but the drinks throughout the night have given them confidence. They’re not even tipsy, just calm and have some liquid confidence in their system.

They lean into him and he puts his hands on their hips. Putting their hands on his shoulders, they lean up to his ear “You look really hot in that choker.” He looks at them shocked as they continue to dance to the beat. “Are you serious?” He asks and they laugh, “Come on, Spence. How can you not know how hot you are?” They ask, their eyes connecting.

“No one ever really says that. I didn’t know you felt like that.” He says in their ear. “You really can be oblivious sometimes.” They chuckles and looks down at his lips. Looking back up, they raise an eyebrow and he nods. Cupping his face, they pull him down to their lips and it’s like magnets.

Starting slowly, their lips move gently together as he moves his hands to their waist to pull them closer. The kiss quickly turns more passionate as Y/N bites gently onto Spencer’s bottom lip. A groan comes from his throat that makes them even more excited.

Y/N pulls back, smirking as they see Spencer pout a little. “I would love to do this here but I’d rather go somewhere more private.” He smirks, “My place?” he asks and they nod. The two don’t say anything to the group as they quickly walk off the dance floor and to the exit.

The car ride to Spencer’s place is full of tension. His hand is on their thigh squeezing every few moments as they play with his fingers. No words are really said as his car speeds through the streets getting closer to his apartment with each passing moment.

Once the car pulls into the building, Spencer parks and opens the door for Y/N before leading them to his apartment. As the door closes he pins them to the door, his lips attach to theirs. Y/N’s hand finds placement in his hair and runs through his curly hair. They gently pull, earning a moan from Spencer. 

“Mmm, someone likes that.” They mutter against his lips before attaching them again. Spencer places his knee between their legs as he moves his lips down their neck. The scruff of his beard and his soft lips on their sensitive neck is more than enough for Y/N to softly moan his name as he works on their neck. The sound encourages him as he smirks against their neck.

His hands grip the edge of their shirt before leaning back, “Are you sure you want to do this? Are you fully here?” He asks, knowing they drank but just not how much. Y/N’s index finger wraps the velvet of the choker still on his neck and uses it as leverage to pull him closer to their face.

“I am absolutely sure and am very here.” They say, their voice soft as they look into his beautiful dark blue ones. That’s all Spencer needs as he slides his hands under their shirt. The shirt moves with his hands, exposing their chest and Spencer sighs dreamily when he sees it.

Y/N gasps as he suddenly starts to kiss their collarbone and moves down, each kiss moving to more and more sensitive areas that lights their body even hotter. “Spence, please, don’t tease me.” They whine as he gets on his knees. Eye level with their stomach, his eyes move up to stare into Y/N’s as he kisses their stomach gently with small nibbles between every few kisses.

They pull the shirt over their head then put a hand back in his hair. His mouth and hands continue to move down as he slowly pulls off their pants. His warm lips kissing their hips and pelvic bone as it moves lower to the place where they desire him most.

Kicking the pants off, he grabs a leg and puts it on his shoulder as he kisses their inner thigh. The scratch of his beard and his lips starts to make their brain fuzzy. It’s been a long time since someone actually took time to make them feel good and so their body is reacting like it’s the first time.

Pulling their underwear down, he licks a long stripe up as Y/N grips his hair and their head leans back against the door. His lips and tongue work wonders on them as moans, groans, and whimpers escape Y/N. The normally quiet person has thrown that all out the window as they enjoy themself. Feeling safe and cared for is something that they knew would happen with Spencer if this ever happened but it’s even better then they ever imagined.

Looking down, they moan his name as their eyes lock onto his. “God, fuck, how are you this good.” They whine as their hand grips his hair again. This encourages him to keep going as their sweet sounds are all he needs to keep going.

Y/N feels a knot in their stomach as Spencer continues to work magic on them with his mouth. “Please, don’t stop, oh fuck. I’m gonna come.” They moan as the feeling approaches faster and faster. He doesn’t stop but actually speeds up as they wrap their thighs around his head, slightly suffocating him but he’s loving every second.

They scream his name as the feeling bursts, their legs are shaking as the high fills them and Spencer starts to clean every drop. Once he’s done, he stands up and takes off his pants. Already hard and at attention.

“Wait, don’t you want me to-”

“No, tonight is about you. We can do that later.” He assures as he guides them to the couch. He sits down and Y/N straddles his thighs. Licking their hand, they stroke his cock to lubricate before sitting down on it.

Despite all his small dick jokes, Spencer is a pretty good size and girthy. The stretch is a bit much but also so welcomed. “Holy fuck, you’re taking me so well.” He groans, his hands on their hips. It takes Y/N a bit to take him fully but once they do, it’s a feeling like never before.

It’s like it was perfect, not too much and not too little. The two stay like that for a moment, letting Y/N adjust before they start to move up and down. Leaning down, they connect their lips onto Spencer’s as they continue to ride him. 

The two fight for dominance in the kiss as Y/N’s hips continue at a good pace. Spencer grips their hip and starts to slam into them and their lips disconnect. Y/N leans their forehead against his as they moan his name out. “Fuck, Spencer, don’t stop.”

The room is filled with skin slapping and moans, the passion is pulsing between the two of them. Y/N opens their eyes, seeing the choker still around Spencer’s neck, they slide a hand to his neck. Feeling the hand at his throat, he looks at them and nods then feels his body get hot at the lack of oxygen. “Fuck, I love the choker but seeing someone else on it instead of me is very disappointing.” They moan, continuing to choke for just a bit longer. 

Once their hand is off his neck, he flips them over to where Y/N is laying on the couch and he’s on top as his thrust continues their pace. They wrap their legs around his waist to pull him closer and their nails scratch down his back. The feeling of him inside is making their brain fuzzy as the pleasure continues to build.

“I wouldn’t mind having your picture around my neck. You just need to give me it.” He groans, his pace never wavering. This is shocking to Y/N because they didn’t think he would have so much stamina but aren’t complaining. Reaching between them, Spencer starts to rub and it increases Y/N’s pleasure.

It doesn’t take too long for both of them to get close to their apex. “Spence, I’m gonna cum.” Y/N says as their legs tighten even more around him. “Me too, where do you want me to…” He asks, but it trails off as he moans from the tightening felt around him,

“Inside me, It’ll be okay.” They assure as the peak feels closer and closer. “Cum with me, please.” He begs as his thrusts get sloppy. A moment later, they both cum. Sounds of pleasure are loud and resounding as the two enjoy the feeling of their high.

Once the fuzziness clears, Y/N blinks rapidly to bring themself back to earth. Spencer is still on top but his head is laying on their chest as he catches his breath. Y/N runs a hand through his hair with a soft smile, “That was amazing, Spencer.” Their voice is soft and slightly hoarse from the activities that have concluded.

He looks up and smiles back when he sees their face, “It was, and definitely something I want to do again.” He says and caresses their thigh. “I would also love to take you out sometime.” That makes them laugh, “I would love that too, and…” They gently untie the choker and throw it across the room. “To see you without that on until I can make it better.” he chuckles and kisses their thigh before moving up and kissing them softly.

The two stay in that position all night. Cuddled together as they talk before slowly falling asleep on the couch.

[admirationandromantics]

Fast Paced Introduction

Here you go, another one!! Jesus Christ, the last two days in my inbox have been crazy, so please DON'T expect your stuff too soon, alright? Anyways, enjoy some more Chris, I think that's mainly what's in there, lol. Love him <3

Word count: 1,2k (Unedited)

im gonna be annoying af in ur inbox too since u wanna BLAST MINE HAHA Chris with a reader who's like insanely into him at first sight and is like almost Mike levels of flirting after talking for 5 mins i feel like his brain would fry so fast ( its me i have autism and tell people things within an hour of meeting and have no issue being flat with people HA ) -@nerd-space

“And this is Chris, who I’ve told you about” Emily introduces, and I look curiously up at the big blonde. His hair is messy, definitely not styled after he came out of the shower. A pretty smile spreads on his lips, as he lifts his arm, waiting for me to grab it. 

“Nice to meet you” he says, a little dimple on his right chin. Oh god, this man is gorgeous, and Emily didn’t lie about him being my type. His arms are big, probably really muscular under that sweater he’s wearing. I take his hand, making sure not to shake it too hard. His grip is firm, holding just a second too long for my conscience to pick up on it. His watch reflects a little light as he shifts, my eyes going straight to it. A decent one, silver. 

“Nice to meet you too, Emily didn’t mention you wore glasses” I say, immediately beating myself up. Glasses? What’s the point of that? 

“Oh, um, yeah I do” he gets kinda nervous, and I rush to save myself. 

“No, I mean, they look good, like really sexy and all of that. I mean to say that they look good on you, and she mentioned you, just not that and yeah” I babble, and Emily drags me away before I can continue. 

“Girl, I’ve never seen you like that” she smiles, an arm around my shoulders.  

“That’s because we party together, you only see the sexy and flirtatious me”

“Then get some alcohol into your blood, because if you talk like that again, I might have to leave you”

I gasp dramatically, hand going to my heart. 

“You wouldn’t” 

“Oh, but I would” 

The rest of the night goes better, Mike flirting with absolutely anyone, Matt and Ashley talking, and Sam hanging out with someone I’ve never seen before. My confidence is on top again, finally able to put that awkward episode behind me. It was just a small mistake, nothing wrong at all. Considering how hot he is, anyone could’ve made that mistake. It probably happens to him daily. 

He’s standing in a corner with Josh, who I’ve luckily met before, so starting a conversation wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. I walk over, keeping myself steady and lifting my boobs. Just a little. 

“Hey, Joshy!” I greet, and his arms immediately go around me. 

“Eyy, you came! Got a ride with Em, huh?” 

“That’s right” 

He turns to Chris, who has a small smile plastered on his lips. Oh, and he’s cute too. How many things were going to make me like him even more? Josh looks back and forth from us, and I turn my gaze to him. 

“Have you met?” 

“Yeah, Emily took the introduction” I explain, taking another sip of my drink. 

“She did pretty fine by herself as well” Chris laughs, meeting my eyes. Oh, and he is playful too? He’s got no idea what he’s gotten himself into. 

“Well, can’t help myself when he’s exactly my type” I comment, his cheeks reddening. Josh takes a small step back, looking over the blonde. 

“You know what, I hadn’t realised it before, but he is your type” 

“I know, right?” 

“So why aren’t you two in this corner alone, making something happen?” 

“Um, guys, I’m standing right here” Chris interrupts, hand behind his neck as he tries to form the words. 

“Oh, we’re aware” Josh laughs, nudging my arm and taking a few steps away. 

“Can I get you two anything to drink? A glass for the lady, a beer for my bro?” 

“Yes, please!” 

“I’ll be back in a bit!” 

I turn to Chris again, seeing that he’s put down the previous beer. It’s probably empty. I can’t help my stare, eyes going over his arms and fingers. 

“So” I begin, ripping myself from my trance. “How’s the night going?” 

“Well, pretty good so far, it’s a bit hot here though” he says, finger going to the hem of the neck, letting some air in. 

“You know, you could just take it off” I propose, making sure to add a slight suggestive tone. 

“Oh, I wish, but I don’t have anything underneath” 

“Even better” 

His eyes widen, and I realise the gravity of my words again. Wow, how this man makes me fail, I’m usually quite good with words. I give him my glass, which he holds, and start working on his arms. I drag his sweater up, noticing the muscles and veins popping as I do. He’s right, he’s very warm. His skin is burning up, making me want to take off my clothes and snuggle up to him. I do the same with his other arm, all whilst he holds my drink. 

“There you go, a bit better?” 

“Very much, yeah” he smiles, cheeks still bright pink. I think about the way I’ve been behaving, getting to touch and talk to him the way I have. I need to ask the essential question. 

“So, I should probably ask, do you have a girlfriend?” 

“I would have to say no” 

My eyes widen. He doesn’t? How hasn't this gorgeous man been caught yet? 

“What, how come?” 

“I guess it’s just not in the cards” 

“You’ve got to be kidding, right? You’re a hot piece of meat, I’m struggling keeping my clothes on where I stand right now” 

He laughs a little, hand coming up to cover his flushed face. I reach up, taking it away. 

“No, stop, don’t cover yourself. I love you looking like this” 

He stops laughing, our faces closing in as his eyes flutter. Oh gosh, he actually is the cutest man I’ve ever seen in my life. His mouth slightly opens as he’s closing in. 

“In the middle of all of this, I forgot to tell you how beautiful you are” he whispers, thumb caressing my cheek as we draw nearer. 

“Well, judging by how I see you, it bodies me well that you find me attractive” 

He takes hold of my waist, quickly turning us around and making my back slam into the wall. Before I can catch my breath, his lips are on mine, roughly caressing and eating. He knows how to kiss too? This man is a fidget of my imagination, I just know it. 

His hands wander to my waist, resting on my upper hips. I take hold of the back of his neck, nails carefully scratching, making him moan into the kiss. My other hand goes to his sweater, pulling him closer into me. 

“If you’re gonna go for it, get a room, don’t make everyone watch” Josh suddenly says. And we both turn our attention to him. He’s standing there like a lost dog, a couple of drinks in each hand. I take a breath, fixing my hair quickly and reaching over to grab mine. 

“Don’t worry Joshua, and thank you for the drink” 

“Um, yeah, we were just trying something” 

Josh smirks, eyebrows lowered in a sly manner as he leans back. 

“Yeah man, that’s why her lipstick is smeared across your lips and neck” Oh shit, I went for his neck and I didn’t even notice? Maybe I’ve had a couple too many of these. I look down on the red drink, some different liquids mixed. Oh, fuck it. I drink the whole thing in one go, before grabbing Chris’s hand and walking further down the hallway. He turns a little to give Josh a wave. 

“As I said, just trying something!”

[mattyriddlegf]

Red Carpet - NAC

Hello my loves! Here's a cute little one-shot about Nicholas Alexander Chavez for you all, I hope you enjoy <3

Summary: you and Nick get ready for your first red carpet

word count: ~1.2k

(I'm so obsessed with him HELP lol)

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You stand in your bedroom as Nicholas showers in the connected bathroom. You two weren’t living together yet but he had been staying the night more and more frequently as of late.

Tonight, Nicholas and you were publicly debuting as a couple, the reason why your hands slightly tremble as you finish your makeup routine. Your dress was hung next to his suit, across the room from you.

You hear the water stop, Nicholas walking out with a towel wrapped around his waist only a few seconds later.

“I think I’m going to wear that one watch that my dad bought me last year, have you seen it babe?” He mindlessly says as he walks over to his suit for the red carpet event, “I wore it when I was here like last week or something.”

“Uh, I don’t know” you say quietly as you pick a tub of lipstick, gently bringing it up until it’s centimeters away from your lips when you stop.

You stare at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds until in the background of the mirror, you see Nicholas notice your hesitation.

At this point, he’s only wearing his boxer briefs when he stops dressing, “Hey what’s wrong?”

You turn around in your chair, “I can’t do this”

“What?” he scrunches his eyebrows, setting his pants down on the bed and walking up to you. He squats down in front of you as the tube of lipstick stays open in your hands.

He grabs the lipstick out of your hands and sets it on the table close by, “Hey, talk to me”

He rests his hands on your knees, stroking with his thumb as he waits for you to make eye contact.

“I can’t go tonight.” you say quietly as if you didn’t want him to hear it.

“Why?” his head tilts.

You finally look in his eyes before you speak up, “They’re gonna hate me” You were trying not to cry but your anxiety was getting the better of you and your eyes were watering up.

“Woah, woah, woah. Baby, there is no way anybody could hate you” he almost laughs like it’s a ridiculous thought.

“Why wouldn’t they?” you pout, “Nick, I’m not a size two and I just…I don’t know”

“So what you’re not a size two, you’re gorgeous. I don’t give a fuck and neither should you”

“That’s so easy for you to say, you’re built like a fucking God or something” you laugh.

He smiles, “there’s that smile”

His hand reaches up and swipes off the tear falling down your cheek before he speaks up again, “I love you”

You continue the eye contact as you respond, “I love you too”

“We’re going to do this together, alright? I’ll be with you the entire night, you don’t even need to let go of my hand.” he reassures you as he wipes a strand of hair out of your face.

You don’t respond but smile lightly in return and nod.

“Okay then. Let’s get ready, yeah?” he traces his thumb over your chin before he stands up. He grabs the tube of lipstick he had moved earlier and places it back in your hands.

You turn back around and take a deep breath while looking in the mirror before applying the deep red lipstick and finishing your makeup off quickly after that. 

When you’re done and stand up to grab your dress, Nicholas is now fully dressed and once again looking for that specific watch he wanted.

“Hold on” you say, grabbing his pair of jeans from the closet. He had worn them last week when he was here, just as he said with the watch. You feel in the pocket and find the watch, handing it to him.

He grabs your face with his hands and kisses you quickly, “mwah, thank you. I love you”. He then grabs it from your hands and puts it on as you pull out your dress and step into it.

It’s a floor length black satin cowl-neck dress with an open back. It was absolutely beautiful.

You had originally seen it in a shop window while shopping with Nicholas a few weeks ago but hadn’t bought it. Later that night, while you laid on the couch with your legs on top of Nicholas who was sitting, he mentioned finally doing an event together.

It wasn’t an absurd idea but you had laughed initially, thinking he was joking until he said, “and you can wear that black dress I saw you staring at today”. Not even twenty-four hours later, he had gone back to the store and bought it for you without a second thought.

He came back with the dress, folded neatly in a gift box and a small bouquet of flowers, “Let’s do this. I want to do this if you want to”

You’re brought back to the present when Nicholas walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, “You are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen”

“Oh please” you shake your head protesting. You try to break his grasp and almost get away until he pulls you back in by grabbing your arm, this time your bodies touching face to face.

“I can’t wait to take that dress off you when we get back home” he smirks before leaning forward, your lips connecting with his.

The kiss starts slow and gentle but quickly heats up as your tongues dance, your hands in his hair, his arms around your waist, holding you as close as possible.

His hands make their way down to your ass before you break away from the kiss, laughing, “Hey, patience mister”

“Nah, you know what? Let’s just skip this thing and stay here” he smiles as he tries to kiss you again, obviously in a love trance.

“This was your idea” you point your finger, touching his chest, “besides, the anticipation makes it so much better”

You wink as your break away from his grasp and head over to the mirror to fix your hair and lipstick.

“You’re just a tease” he says as you walk up to him with a makeup wipe, wiping the lipstick stains from your lips and fixing his hair.

You throw away the makeup wipe and just stand there, realizing there was nothing else to do before leaving.

“You ready?” He asks gently, watching your every move.

You take a deep breath and look at him, “I think so”

He walks up and places your hair behind your ear, “we don’t have to if you don’t want to”

The two of you stare into each other eyes for what feels like forever before you respond, “ I want to.”

He smiles, showing his perfect white teeth, “that’s my girl, let’s go then”

He holds out his hand for you to take and leads you out of the bedroom before grabbing his car keys. Just before he opens the door to walk out he stops like he forgot something.

“What?” you ask, looking back at your apartment.

He grabs your cheek and turns it back to face him before he gives you a gentle, sensual kiss.

“Let’s do this” he says after he backs away, opening the door.

[all444glo]

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊꩜

warnings: language prolly 💀, very cute and fluffy tbh! jewell is so adorable!! luv her zownnn. slow burn lol part one

summary!: It’s the summer of 2024, and you and your former teammate Jewell have been selected for the olympics. You were ecstatic not only to have the opportunity but to finally play alongside your good friend once again. Yet, everyone can’t help but notice the tension between you two….

There was a knock at your door. You shuffled off your small twin bed, the setup all too reminiscent of your college days. “Who is it?” you called out. The people in the Olympic Village were so kind—almost too kind. Everyone was hyper-fixated on camaraderie, but all you cared about was winning. A bit harsh? Sure. But you didn’t care. You were the only player handpicked to join the team, and it meant everything to you. Things with the Sky were questionable at best. You loved your new teammates—some more than others—but you hated being traded, especially being traded away from her. Nobody had on-court chemistry like you and Jewell.

When the trade talks came through after the championship, it tore the whole team apart. Worst of all, it ripped you away from your best friend. You both kept in touch, of course, but distance and busy schedules had strained the relationship. The late-night store runs, the prank calls to other teammates, the brunch dates? All of it was over. You hated it. Which is exactly why you worked your ass off to make the Olympic team. You knew there was no way A'ja or Diana wouldn’t make the cut, so you banked on Sue’s empty spot being left for you. Luckily, you were right.

You opened the door to find Jewell standing there with a few of the practice players in their warmups. You furrowed a brow, confusion written all over your face. “So, hey, what’s going on?” you asked, stepping outside in your pajamas.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to practice with me,” Jewell said, an almost devious smirk playing on her lips. “I feel like we need to get back into our groove.”

You glanced around, scratching the back of your neck. “You know, I was really looking forward to exploring France. Or maybe resting. But—”

“Please, come on, Y/N!” she begged, her big, beady eyes practically piercing your soul.

You sighed dramatically. “Yo begging ass kills me!” you said, rolling your eyes. “I don’t even know where my clothes are. You wrong for catching me off guard like this.”

Jewell snickered, playfully hitting your arm, obviously tickled by your inconvenience. “What y’all be saying?” she teased. “No shade, but you need to practice.”

You could feel your face flush as an embarrassed smile crept across it. “This cannot be real,” you said, bursting into laughter.

“What?” Jewell asked, feigning innocence. “I’m not trying to be mean, but we’ve got real competition out here. This isn’t like playing against the sk—”

You cut her off with a playful shove, laughing as you opened the door wider. “You ain’t shit, I hope you know that. And for the record, we beat y’all that one time,”

Jewell’s eyes instantly rolled to the back of her head. “You know we were having an off day! Don’t think it’ll happen again. Now hurry your ass up, bro.”

You shook your head, still laughing as you shuffled back into your room to find something to wear.

As you dug through your suitcase, a twinge of nostalgia washed over you. It wasn’t just about practice or the competition; it was about getting back into the rhythm with her. It was about being around her in general. You knew she wasn't happy, and she knew you weren’t either. You two had known each other since college and ended up getting drafted just a few years apart. You instantly clicked—both on and off the court—which led to multiple championships.

You couldn’t deny, though, you did need practice. You were on a streak of off-games, with the wins only thanks to the grace of God. If you flaked in France, you wouldn't hear the end of it. The countless "Get ready to learn Chinese" tweets had already killed your ego enough, who knows what they'd say if you fucked up a gold medal.

You met Jewell at the team's designated practice court, squeezing in a quick one-on-one while the practice players changed. The ball was in her hands, and you were locked in, defending with everything you had. You towered over her, but Jewell was lightning fast. You’d watched her get double, even triple-teamed, and still sink a shot without breaking a sweat.

"C’mon, Ms. Loyd, take the shot," you teased, pressing up against her, hands high, every bump and nudge intentional.

Jewell stepped back, a move you’d seen countless times, and danced around you like you weren’t even there. She took the shot, the ball flying through the air with deadly precision. Without thinking, you leaped, reaching as high as you could, arms straining, desperate to block it. You were partially successful—the ball didn’t make it—but the sharp sting in your finger was a painful reminder that you weren’t quite as fast as she was.

You silently cursed to yourself, shaking your hand in a futile attempt to make the pain go away. "Good block, but you’re still too slow. You almost didn’t block it," Jewell said, her words honest to a fault—which was so like her. "And your movement is kind of sloppy. It's giving 'big' for no reason. You think you can go toe to toe with those tall ass German girls at this rate?"

You sat in silence, her words stinging more than you cared to admit. She wasn’t the type to sugarcoat anything, and she wasn’t lying. Ever since you’d gotten the news that you made the team, a constant feeling of imposter syndrome had weighed on you. You didn’t even know how you made it onto the roster, and it seemed like Jewell was wondering the same thing.

"Whatever..." you muttered, picking up the ball and dribbling it back and forth, trying to hide the shame creeping up your neck. The practice players soon filtered in, starting their drills and plays. You knew you weren’t leaving until Jewell was satisfied, no matter how much you wanted to.

[bluecanvasshoe]

Loopy Lupin

Summary: After a rough moon, Remus is given different medicine. The chaotic aftermath of it is incredibly amusing to a certain group of boys.

Warnings: Not beta read, mentions of being high but it's medicine so, NOT an x reader, mentions of Remus' scars

Content: Wolfstar if you squint, Sirius calls Mme Pomfrey 'Poppy', fluff

Word count: 1.06k

A/N: This one was fun! Just something cute while i go through writer's block :) (for all my non-french people, mme is madame. i don't know if this is common knowledge, but if it is, ignore me lol)

If this has already been written... I'm so sorry

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It was the day after a particularly tough full moon.

James, Peter, and Sirius had all flocked to the medical wing as soon as they were told that Remus was awake and requested them to be there. They expected the usual; Remus in bandages, laying in bed with lower spirits than normal, with maybe a book in his hands or tea that Mme Pomfrey gave him.

What they didn’t expect was a high, loopy Remus.

The afternoon sun poured in through the large windows, illuminating the curtained area. The three boys stood around their lycanthrope friend, chatting with the boy.

“You’ll never guess what I’m drawing,” he slurred, a scarred hand clumsily holding a muggle pencil. His notebook was in his hands, brought by Peter who thought he might’ve wanted recent notes from classes he missed.

Sirius had his hair tied back, wearing the clothing of his quidditch attire, sans gear. He peered over at the page from beside the bed, holding back a snort. “Um.. I can’t,” he replied. James, who was dressed similarly with the addition of his jersey, did snort, covering his mouth.

“A turtle,” Remus stated, his hands unsteady as he drew lines and wrote sloppily.

“I didn’t know you liked turtles,” James replied, craning his neck to look at the blob.

Remus gave him a glare, though it hardly seemed threatening. “I can like turtles.” James, in reaction to his defensive tone, put his hands up. “Didn’t say you couldn’t-”

“I think it’s great, unlike that git,” Peter, dressed in his usual uniform, grinned. He earned a shriek from James and a faint shushing from beyond the curtain. The Potter whisper shouted a quick ‘sorry!’ to Mme Pomfrey.

Recovering from before, the bespectacled boy looked back at Remus. “I do think it’s great, Moons! Better than great!” James corrected Peter, his eyes wide behind his glasses. 

Remus frowned, “but now you’re saying it’s not…” He muttered, looking at the drawing. 

“It is gorgeous, stunning, even,” Sirius reassured him mirthfully, rubbing Remus’ arm.

Remus looked up at the long-haired boy with big eyes before accidentally dropping the pencil from his hands, causing him to look down at the sheets and search for it unsuccessfully. “Oh no…” he muttered, the notebook in his non-dominant hand lowering onto his blanket-covered knees.

Peter leaned over from the side opposite Sirius, picking it up with a smile and presenting it to Remus. He looked at Peter with something akin to awe. “You found it for me?” He asked, his voice teary and high-pitched. Peter nodded. “Yeah, mate. For you.”

His words caused the werewolf’s chin to wobble, tears coming to his eyes. “You are… You’re all awesome.” He said with a sniffle, his face crumpled in a way he’d be awfully embarrassed over.

Sirius laughed, his eyes narrowing with a wide smile. “Aw, Moons, are you crying?”

Seeing as Remus hadn't made a move to take back the pencil, Peter put it on the bedside table. “What did Pomfrey give him?” He whispered to James, who was standing at his side. “Why is he zonked?”

James only shrugged, returning his attention back to Remus. “We’re your friends, Remus, why wouldn’t we help you out?” He asked with a mirthful grin.

What he’d said only pulled a sob from the high lycanthrope. 

Sirius' eyes widened, and he put a hand on Remus’ shoulder, rubbing it gently. “Oh, Remus,” he said empathetically, but amusement still wormed its way into his voice.

Peter looked a little bewildered but had a small smile on his face. 

James looked apologetic, yet that didn’t stop his face-splitting grin. “No, Moony, I’m sorry, don’t cry,” he apologized, laughter evident in his tone.

Before anyone else could speak, the curtain was opened. The piercing sound of sliding metal rings interrupted the moment, revealing Mme Pomfrey holding some supplies in her hands. Her expression softened upon seeing the crying boy, her head tilting. “Oh, dear. Is everything alright?”

“He’s- yeah?” Peter said, looking from the crying, babbling, very high Remus to the healer. Sirius and James were focused on calming him down, which seemed to be effective when Remus began sniffling instead of full-on sobbing, soothed by James and Sirius’ reassurance. 

Mme Pomfrey nodded. “The crying is normal; I assume you all can understand that he’s… not in his right mind, I suppose. I gave him a stronger healing potion that he has only previously had in smaller doses.” 

Peter replied with a quiet ‘ohh’, looking at Remus again. 

“I apologize for the intrusion,” said the healer, gaining the attention of James and Sirius as she walked forward. “But it is time for me to change his bandages. It’s been a few hours since they were last tended to.”

The three frowned but said their goodbyes and told Remus that they’d be back later, getting up and gathering their things as they went to leave the privacy curtain.

They only heard a whined ‘waaaiiittt-’ before Mme Pomfrey ushered them away.

—

The three boys just returned from the great hall with food for Remus. Now, they sat together with the light of a lamp, speaking in hushed voices. 

Remus, who was now not high, had his head in his hands. He sat against the headboard, the others crowded around him.

“The drawing is still in the notebook, Moons. It’s really good, you should see it,” James teased, smiling mischievously and reaching to the ground for something.

“No, stop,” Remus groaned from behind his hands.

Peter patted his shoulder consolingly. “You were so proud, Remus.” “I’m going to hit you.”

Sirius snickered, “but I thought we were awesome?” 

He received a swat from the lycanthrope, and Sirius’ hands immediately flew up to cradle his attacked arm. He shrieked, and Mme Pomfrey, who was out of view, shushed him. “Sorry, Poppy!” He replied, earning another shush.

James retrieved the notebook from his bag, flipping it open to the page. He muffled a laugh, showing it to Remus who tore his eyes from Sirius. They immediately widened, a stark contrast from the narrow glare they were giving to the long-haired boy. His eyebrows furrowed, his mouth opening. “Jesus Christ…” He muttered, earning a bark of laughter from Sirius, a similar one from James, and a snort from Peter.

The volume of their laughter caused Mme Pomfrey to shush the three again, only more aggressively.

“Sorry!” They called.

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 17 Prompt: Accidental Kink Discovery

Tags: Established Relationship, Questionable Use Of Christmas Lights, Light Bondage? (In both senses of the word lol), Steve Harrington Is A Tease, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, Implied Smut, Italian Steve

wc: 1158 | Rating: M

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Steve’s in the kitchen, eyes glued to the simmering pot of sauce. He can hear his Nonna’s voice saying “eyes on sauce” over and over again, intermixed with the sound of the wooden spoon swatting through the air whenever he disobeyed. It’s been years since she passed, even longer since they stood shoulder to shoulder in her home in Italy, but the memory feels as fresh as ever.

It was a fight to get her to jot down the recipe for him all those years ago. Grumbling the whole time about how “recipes live in hearts not on paper.” But he’s glad he went toe-to-toe with her then. If he hadn’t he wouldn’t be here, christening his and Eddie’s new pot in their new kitchen with the smell of his Nonna’s famous sauce.

He’s carefully stirring the pot when he hears a crash, a slew of curses follows shortly after before Eddie’s panicked voice cuts through it all.

“Steve!”

Sorry, Nonna, Steve thinks, my boyfriend is more important than sauce.

Abandoning the sauce without even bothering to turn the burner off, Steve goes sliding into the room. He skids across the floor, spatula brandished in the air sending mariner sauce all over the place. On a path directly towards Eddie and their seven-foot tree, Steve flails his arms and manages to cling to their lamp to keep himself from knocking everyone, including their sleeping cat Bilbo over.

“What’s wrong?” Steve pants, already out of breath from his short trip and the anxiety building in his gut. He closes his eyes, hands flying to the top of his head as he tries to catch his breath.

“These stupid fucking lights,” Eddie groans. “I swear they come out of the box tangled!”

When he opens his eyes, he expects to find the traditional mess of tangled lights he’s grown accustomed to. A giant knot, a few loose strands, maybe Eddie frustratingly tugging at them making things worse. What he finds is so, so, so much worse.

Eddie’s standing in the middle of their living room. Naked Christmas tree to his left, a clutter of boxes to his right. The colored lights that are supposed to be strung on the tree, are wrapped around him from head to toe. Looped around his ankles, winding up his legs. His torso was a tangled mess with strands going every which way, creating knots here and there. There’s a strand pinning his wrists together in front of him and another that looks dangerously too tight around his neck.

“Christ,” Steve sighs, shaking his head. “Are you sure you didn’t fight them or something?”

“No!” Eddie hisses. His attempt at breaking free is thwarted, strands tightening with every little move he makes. “I was trying to untie them and then this happened.”

“If you say so,” Steve hums, slightly enjoying the sight of Eddie all tied up. It almost looks like he was trying to be the Christmas tree. Steve says as much.

“I was not trying to be the tree!” Eddie huffs, struggling against the lights again. “And if you don’t help untangle me right now. You’re going to be decorating that damn tree by yourself!”

“Alright, alright,” Steve laughs, hands thrown up in casual surrender. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’ll help you.”

Steve knows Eddie must be frustrated when he doesn’t make his usual “I’m not wearing any” joke. Closing the distance between them, Steve assesses the mess from his new angle. He walks around Eddie a few times, trying his best to find the end of one of the strands but there’s no use — he’s a tangled mess.

“You really got yourself in quite a pickle, Eds.” Steve whistles to himself as he shakes his head. With no clear sign of how to untangle him, he opts for plan B: start at the bottom and work his way up.

Slowly and carefully he drops to his knees to start working on freeing Eddie’s feet. His fingers barely graze one of the strands of light, fingers ghosting over his exposed ankle when a high-pitched gasp falls from his lips. Steve pulls away and leans back on his heels as he gazes up at Eddie.

“You okay up there?” he asks, brow raised as he takes in the sight of Eddie’s blushing face.

“Mhm, yep, peachy,” Eddie says, eyes closed so he doesn’t have to look at Steve.

Steve hums and gets back to work. It takes a bit of patience and clever thinking, but Steve manages to free Eddie’s foot from one of the strands. With the end free, it’s easy to untangle the other leg until he hits another knot near Eddie’s thigh.

He tries the same approach, needling his fingers under the strand before wiggling them around in the hopes of loosening in. It works for a moment before Eddie’s body twitches against Steve’s touch and the strand tightens again. When he looks up to scold him, he finds Eddie’s head tipped back, lower lip wedged between his teeth.

Oh.

“Are you… Is this turning you on right now?” Steve asks, incredulously.

“No!”

“Are you sure?”

Steve doesn’t wait for a reply and instead lets his fingers trail up, up, up Eddie’s thigh until they’re settled just above the knot that’s formed. Eddie jerks at the touch and the strand tightens. This time he’s not quick enough to muffle the moan that slips from his lips.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he groans, arms thrashing in front of him as he tries to free his wrists from their constraints. “Would you quit teasing and free me already?

Steve hums in contemplation before shaking his head. “I don’t think you really want that. I think you purposely tied yourself up.”

“That’s stupid, why would I—“ Eddie’s words are cut off by a choked-out sob when Steve moves in closer, nose nudging the hem of his sweat pants. 

“You know, if you wanted to try being tied up you could have just asked,” Steve says, nuzzling his face in the crease of Eddie’s thigh. He’s careful to avoid the bulb on the strand. The last thing they need is a trip to the ER because he got too excited and stabbed himself. He’d never live it down. “M’always down to try new things.”

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moans as one of Steve’s hands slip under the waistband of his shorts, the other tugs at the loose end of the strand of lights, tightening it so Eddie’s body lurches forward again. “Just to be straight with you, Stevie, I really wasn’t trying to start something.”

“I believe you,” Steve says, glancing up at Eddie. “But I think we need to finish what you accidentally started, don’t you think?”

“Only if I get a turn after.”

“Deal.”

In the end, they end up with one ruined dinner (Sorry Nonna) and a new kink to add to their ever-growing list.

[saucetail-hasanewblog]

OK so it is still just a wip but it is the story of pyotr nd dieter's first meeting :^]!!! I'll put under the cut lol

The moment I opened the door, a chill swept through my body. Compared to the inside of the house, the night was cold. To the point that it hurt. Although maybe it was aggravated by the fact I was only wearing a tank top. I had taken my leather jacket off a couple of hours ago, as all the beer I drank warmed my body a considerable bunch. Well, that and the fact that I was dancing. I didn’t want to sweat on the nicest jacket I own. It’s a true back-breaking task to wash these, you can’t just throw them on the washing machine, you know.

Closing the door, I took a few steps forward. Until the smell of cigarettes hit me. I smoke sometimes, but it’s more of a social activity for me. It’s very rare that I’ll smoke if it’s not offered to me first. Looking to each side, I try and figure out where it’s coming from. Took me a surprising amount of time, but I finally spotted someone sat down on the outside of the house. He looked nervous, seemingly not even noticing that I’m here. Or ignoring me.

Person that is sitting by themselves, seemingly lost in their own thoughts? Perfect time to introduce myself!

Changing my trajectory, I took some steps to the left and stopped by his side. I bent over a tad, to see if he would notice that I’m here. It took him a little while, but eventually he looked up. Careful and slow, perhaps so that his cigarette wouldn’t go out. He seemed surprised at my presence. The mysterious person had blue eyes, although they seemed almost completely gray. It’s not everyday you see someone with eyes like that.

- Hey.

He looked at me for quite some moments, analyzing. I let him do so. People typically do that to me. I think it’s the ear piercings. Using the opportunity, I do the same to him. In addition to having quite striking eyes, he has one of those short and round faces, which is not very common here in Germany. It’s kinda cute, you know? He does have a bit of a beard, but it is very sparse and only really on his chin. Almost as if he can’t grow a full one or just doesn’t want to commit. Well, I say that as if my beard in anything to stare in amazement at. It’s not that big, in reality, but it is fuller then what he has.

Then, maybe realizing how long we spent just staring at each other, his cheeks go red and he breaks eye contact. Smiling at the reaction, I prop my back on the wall.

- Uhm… Hello.

- Your name? - I ask.

- I’m… Ah, Pyotr. Anatolyevich. - After a long pause, he adds. - Ustrashkin.

- Well, if we’re being so formal… I’m Dietrich Wieland Gutermuth.

Pyotr looks off, but I know for a fact that his face must still be red. He takes a drag of his cigarette, then coughs. Fair, he took in a lot of smoke. I’ve dealt with shy people before, so his type of awkwardness isn’t an immediate turn off for me. Besides, his German is very heavily accented and stilted, so it’s definitely not his mother language. Our university isn’t famous for it’s exchange student program or anything, but we still get them sometimes. I can make an educated guess that he’s a Soviet. Although that I could easily glean from his name, so maybe I’m not a genius for deducting that much.

- I’m just joking. You can call me Dieter.

He doesn’t answer. Still shy, huh? No worries, I crack shy people wide open after a while. That sounded harsh. I don’t kill them. Only with kindness. Impulsively, I’m deciding this guy is gonna open up to me eventually, whether he wants to or not. Pyotr scratches the back of his neck.

- You’re from the Soviet Union, right? - I try to keep the conversation going.

He nods. Tired of standing up, I slide down the wall. My legs are all wobbly, but that’s because I spent at least an hour just standing around and talking to people. Plus the aforementioned dancing. And the beers. Which are all my own fault but I’m gonna blame the universe for my problems. Looking to my side, I can see him a little more clearly now. He sneaks a couple of glances at me, and I smile at him. Pyotr doesn’t return the gesture, but I don’t think it’s out of malice or anything. His cigarette is almost at it’s end. He reaches down and grabs a pack of them, which I hadn’t even noticed was there.

- You… You want one? - Pyotr turns his head to me, but still doesn’t quite look me in the eyes.

- Oh, I’d like that, yeah.

Reaching out, I take one. Social smoking and all that, you know. Since it was already ending, Pyotr takes the one he already had and snuffs it out on the floor. But seems he isn’t keen on just littering, so he just puts it in his pocket. Like a maniac. Man, it’s gonna get all dirty in there. He also takes another cigarette, which indicates to me he smokes for stress purposes. Pyotr is gonna develop some serious black lungs. Putting it between his teeth, he reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a lighter.

- Come closer. - He pretty much commands.

Huh. I stand there for a moment, a tad confused. Then, he turns to me and puts the lighter at the end of his cigarette. Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Well, more sense then whatever else I could have understood from that. I obey, and touch mine with his. Which turned out to put us such close proximity that my hair is almost caressing his face. Pyotr fumbles for a couple of seconds with the lighter, furrowing his eyebrows. Eventually he gets it, though. It’s nice being this close, but I have to pull out before it gets weird. He does the same, although I don’t think he even noticed how close we got. Not surprising, since he was the one who set it up in the first place. Or maybe he did it on purpose. Hm, would he do that? Not sure. I don’t really have the full personality profile of Pyotr the Soviet exchange student to figure this one out just yet.

Still, I inhale. Huh, interesting. This tastes different then what usual cigarettes do. Odd. Man, why does it taste like that? The smell isn’t different, so why is the taste? It’s not that it’s outrageously bad or anything, just very different. Well, I already put it in my mouth. I don’t think I have a choice except to keep smoking it. I look to the side, but Pyotr doesn’t seem bothered at all. Since he just set the pack down on the ground, I could see the brand. Some Soviet brand I don’t think I’ve heard of before. Typically not a good sign. Taking it out of my mouth to puff out the smoke, I go back to trying to get a conversation going.

- Which country?

- Huh? - He seems confused.

- Which country in the Soviet Union?

Pyotr seems surprised that I know what is technically very simple knowledge. He stops for a moment to think, takes a drag and looks down at his shoes. They’re quite formal, not exactly what I would call party attire. But what do I know? Every occasion is worthy of party attire for me.

- Russia.

- Oh, nice! - I say. - From Moscow, or Leningrad or something like that?

- Ah, well… No…

- Where, then?

- I don’t think that… You would know where it is.

- You can just tell me anyway, man.

- Uhm, ok… - He mumbled. - Chelyabinsk, it’s close to the Ural Mountains.

He said that as if I have any idea where those mountains are. I must admit, although I have many, many qualities, knowing geography is certainly not one of them. I nod my head, pretending I understand. Pyotr pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and taps on it, so that the ashy parts fell off. They fell all over his pants. Speaking of, they’re also awfully formal. I’m starting to think this man has no idea how to dress for a party. The only article of clothing that he was wearing which was normal was his sweater. A very different taste in fashion. I mean sure, I am a punk, which technically doesn’t have the most normal of fashion choices, but it is more typical than his little grandpa getup. In fact, this makes me curious.

- What’d you think about the party?

- Huh? Ah… Well… I didn’t… Come in. - He said, embarrassed.

- Why?

- I’m not… Uhm.

- Don’t really like parties?

- Ah… No.

- I see. - I said. - But why did you come, then?

Pyotr seems to contemplate for a while before answering.

- My… My uh… Boyfriend*…? Asked me to come and… I couldn’t really… Uhm, say no. - He stumbled through his own words. *Freund

Huh. It hasn’t been any longer then a couple of weeks that university started, and this shy Soviet is already scoring? Damn. I haven’t been this surprised since… Well, I don’t think I’ve ever been this surprised! You know, I’m quite fast to get interested in other people, but I don’t think I’ve ever gotten my hopes dashed this quickly. I suppose I can’t be mean about this though, it’s not my fault that someone else also had interest in him. After my long, long seconds of silence, Pyotr finally turns to look at me in the face. His expression seemed equal parts scared and embarrassed.

- Did… Did I say something wrong? - Pyotr asked, his shoulders tense.

- No, not at all, it’s just… I’m just surprised is all.

- About what?

- Well… You know… - I gestured with my cigarette in hand, which spread ash around. - That with only a few weeks in Germany, you’re already dating.

- Dating? - He said, although it sounded more like a choke.

Looking at his completely red face for a couple of additional seconds, I have my own moment of confusion. Then, the gears in my head start turning. Oh. Ohohoh. Yeah, I think I quite understand what the mistake here was. I really didn’t want to make him feel bad, but I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. Quite a lot, even. Maybe too much. I’m just relieved, and a bit entertained. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I try to recover my breath so that I could explain what was going on to the poor guy.

- See, Pyotr… - I start. - That word you used? While it does mean what I think you meant, it can also be a word for… you know…

- I don’t know.

- A romantic partner.

What was once a face showing mixed feelings, became a stage for pure horror. He turned almost his full body to me and gestured something that was pretty much unintelligible.

- No! No! I meant friendship! Friendship! - He explained.

It was probably even meaner now, but I ended up laughing in his face again. To be honest, I think it’s his desperate reaction that made it more humorous. Because, really, it’s an easy mistake for a foreigner to make. I’m not gonna punish him for not being completely fluent in German, it would be ridiculous of me to do so. Yet, on the other hand, it is sorta fun. As the moments went on and I didn’t punish him for the crime of being a foreigner, Pyotr loosened up a little. I took my hand off his shoulder.

- It’s… Not that funny. - Pyotr said, but I could see the smallest hint of a smile in his face.

- It isn’t. But I thought it was.

He’s quite cute when he smiles. I find dimples really pretty on people, what can I say? I don’t really mention it in case I come onto him too hard, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking it. Pyotr puts his cigarette up to his mouth again. I do the same, although I notice that quite a bit of it is over. Without me even smoking it. Almost close enough to burn my finger. Probably because of the time we spent just talking. Although I can’t complain much about that. It’s really not that great.

- Who’s your friend? - I asked. - I might know him.

- Mattie, from the mechanical engineering course.

- Oooh. Real party animal, that one.

- Him?

- Yeah. Can't tell it because of that dopey look in his face, right?

- I guess so. - Pyotr chuckles.

If he is anything like me, he's probably thinking of his friend doing something stupid. Like doing a keg stand. Which I insult but don't get me wrong, it truly is a skill. Just not a very useful one. Although I might be just a little bit jealous because I myself can't do it.

[solbaby7]

lol so i’m actually not over this yet 😅 so indulge me for a sec because i just imagine the man just going insane, yearning fr more 😭

Because after Rhys has finally had you, you’re all he fucking can think about—obsessing over the curl of your hair and the supple plush of your lips to the point where he finds himself stealing your shampoo and hoarding tubes of chapstick that you leave all around. He loses count of how many times he finds himself bracing against the wall, your stolen bathing suit bottoms shoved against his nose while his free hand frantically dips beneath his briefs as he pumps his prick to the memory of your moans, the bounce of your breasts, the suffocating clench of your cunt around his cock until he’s spilling in his palms like some pubescent teenager.

An insatiable heat burns beneath his skin that’s amplified tenfold when Azriel suddenly comes to the conclusion that the temperature wards on the house won’t be fixed until the end of the week.

Surely, it’s a punishment. Some cruel torture that assaults him at random; his cock traitorously jerking to life every time he passes you in the hallway wearing some sinfully short shorts and a thin tank that shows off the weight of your tits straining against flimsy cotton.

It drives him mad, catching you in the kitchen with bare feet, freshly painted toes and your hair pulled up in a pony to keep it off your neck while you indulge in the expensive ice cream that’s been sitting in the freezer. “That’s mine,” Rhysand sneers with more frustration than malice, gaze tracking the special attention you give to the silver spoon dragging on your tongue in envy.

“It’s mine now,” Your grin back, smooth legs dangling on the countertops as you cradle the carton close. “Gotta be quicker next time.”

The windows are open, allowing some of the muggy indoor air to circulate but all the breeze does is push your scent right up Rhysand’s nose; warm vanilla notes and white sage merging with something deeper—something achingly familiar and warm. “Did no one ever teach you not to put your pretty hands on things that don’t belong to you?”

“Probably,” You’re too casual in your answers, body language relaxed and confident when one knee drops open, leaving one bent leg to steady your weight against the countertops. Excitement niggles at the back of your neck when you notice the High Lord sneaking looks at the pretty purple panties peeking from the cut of your shorts. “But it’s been a while since I’ve attended my lessons.” A chiming laugh bubbles from your chest; the sound feminine and saccharine sweet as you tease him with his own words. “Come take it if you want it so bad.”

Rhys swallows thickly, eyes gravitating to the inviting space between your legs. “You’re playing a dangerous game testing my restraint.”

“I’d say your restraint’s been broken for quite sometime now, Rhysie, wouldn’t you?” Teeth grit, jaw clenching so hard you’re sure it’ll break under the pressure. The sharp clang of metal dropping into the sink rings through the space, the ice cream is abandoned on the counter as you slink from your spot and creep forward like a cat on the prowl.

Every muscle in his body locks when you circle him, raking in the strain of his muscles against his designer clothes; fingers itching to sink your nails in the seams of his stupidly expensive shirt.

“I mean, sneaking in my room to steal my panties doesn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone in control.” Even as you stand before him, neck craning to reach his eye, there’s not a lick of fear in you; a cocky sort of smile growing at the corner of unbearably kissable lips as the power you wield becomes horribly apparent to Rhys.

“I’m a High Lord—“

“A High Lord who pervs on pretty girls just to get off.”

A noise rumbles through his throat, face scrunching slightly as if your words hit his ears like nails on a chalkboard. “Pretty girl,” Rhysand emphasizes sharply, correcting you without hesitation and you can’t help but preen under the confession. “Singular.”

Heat of the Moment

rhysand x reader

warnings: smut, this is pure selfish indulgence, public masturbation 🫣, possible swearing, mildddd voyeurism (this batboy likes to watch, i’ll die on this hill), drunk swimming, nudity, kinda pervy!rhys if we’re being technical here, had to get it out my drafts sry

summary: When summer in Velaris becomes too hot to handle, you take it upon yourself to go swimming; naked—better hope no one’s watching.

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Rhysand fucking hated the summer.

Sometimes he found beauty in the suns resplendent display during its rise and fall in the sky. Saw hints of the Mother nestled in the flowers proudly broadcasting their colorful beauty around the house’s perimeter—but that was about as far as his admiration ran.

Mostly due to the fact that Rhys absolutely abhorred the pulsing burn of the sun, its rays boiling ten times hotter when adorning the typical black of Night Court attire. He positively loathed the drifting pollen in the air that stuck to fine fabrics of his tailored suits and the humid breeze that forced an uncomfortable sweat to thicken against his skin.

Two fingers tug at the collar of his dress shirt; one, two, three buttons being yanked undone until a healthy amount of chest is exposed, inky tattoos on full display. “Anything?” Rhysand mentally sends Azriel’s way with more than a little bite in his tone but the shadowsinger doesn’t even flinch.

“It would appear a few of the wards are down.”

Even without physically seeing his brother, Rhys can picture the amused tilt of Azriel’s mouth to accompany his sarcastic tone. “No shit! It’s a hundred godsdamned degrees in this house.”

“Pampered High Lord can’t handle a little heat? Open a window. It’ll be fixed soon.”

Rhysand grumbles, eyes rolling when Azriel’s mental shields are rebuilt and fortified in an instant. He takes his advice though, sluggishly dragging across the room to open the double doors to his office balcony with more attitude than intended; the polished wood clanging against the walls.

It’s not the sound that captures the High Lords attention though.

It’s the female with her toes dipped in the water, back stretched out against the smoother parts of rock that surrounds the lake below. A towel is splayed over heat-kissed stone, a bottle of wine used to hold down one edge while a wicker basket full of chopped fruit and cubed cheeses, cured meats and crispy crackers holds down the other.

He knew he should've looked away when he realizes it was you. He should've turned around and put the image of you out of his mind so he could finish up the debilitating pile of paperwork that remained on his desk. There was so much to do—so many responsibilities to tend to and now with the wards out of place, who knew how long it could take to detect them all and fix it.

But Rhysand just can't tear his eyes off of you and that skimpy little bikini you adorned.

It's awfully dainty, with flimsy little straps and cute bows tied tightly against curvy hips in a pretty pastel purple that pops against sun-kissed skin. You've tied your hair up, a messy bun of a thing plopped at the top of your head with a bright scrunchie but a few stray curls fall free, teasing at the back of your neck and sides of your cheeks when the wind graces you with its presence; ruffling the pages of the book tucked between two fingers.

He lingers there longer than he'd care to admit, memorizing the scrunched furrow of your brow and the precious pout of your mouth. One of your hands falls carelessly to the side, occasionally reaching for a snack or a drink of wine until Rhys decides he's definitely been looming in the doorway an obscene amount of time—enough to almost feel embarrassed and maybe a little creepy when you snap your book closed.

His cheeks go red, already preparing himself for the apology you're sure to demand from him for perving on you from the balcony but when Rhysand looks down, you're still none the wiser to his presence. Though, you have carefully put your literature aside to slowly glance at your surroundings.

Rhysand pauses his retreat, now surveilling as you had, searching for the sign of life that you’d detected but no matter how far he pushes his power through the trees and forestry, over the mountains and the village surrounding it —not a single soul is identified.

You seem to come to this same conclusion and Rhys waits with bated breath as your hands curl behind your back to undo the ties of your top. “Holy gods,” The High Lord's knees physically give out when the heaving plush of your breasts are bared, his weight slumping into the outdoor lounge chair and all but whimpers at the sight of you. Absolutely ethereal, you are; a gift granted from the Mother herself--completely unaware of the beauty you behold and the lengths males would go to have such beauty latched on their arms.

The very thought of another seeing you this way has jealousy churning in Rhys' gut.

A completely different kind of heat swarms his skin as your pretty purple bottoms follow where your top is haphazardly tossed and obscene kinds of filth floods his mind; a million fantasies taking root at once until all the blood needed for his braid to exude proper common sense is rushed below his belt.

Fuck, this was so wrong but that very fact makes his cock swell further. Every nerve in his body burns, and for once Rhysand isn’t brooding about the sweltering heat or the sweat dripping down his back or the disgusting little gnats that flock around the perfectly pruned flora. Not when you're there, not quite within arms reach but plenty close enough for Rhys to make out the outline of your body from under the water.

Thick curls cling to you when you break the surface and Rhysand doesn't even think twice before his fingers are hastily undoing the button of his breeches. Teeth bite into his bottom lip as he palms his hardness through the thin material of his boxers; violet eyes darkening into a lusty aubergine.

It’s effortless, the way you cut through the stream, feet kicking against the gentle current as you bask in the feeling of weightlessness—most likely grateful for the cool calm after waking up with clothes drenched in sweat and hair sticking to your shoulders. A complete juxtaposition to the shiver that rakes down your spine from the surprisingly crisp waters, goosebumps loitering your flesh and nipples pebbling.

Rhysand tracks every move, hypnotized by the way light reflected off the high points of your features, casting sensual shadows over the shape of your hips and the ample ass behind it. Drool damn near drips down his chin when you pull yourself out, every inch of you soaking wet and glistening; womanly curves jiggling enticingly as you plop out to lay on your towel fully intending to work up an even tan.

One hand strokes at his erection, thumb collecting pre-cum and spine sinking into the chair as he feasts on the display you’ve provided. So beautiful, so soft and lovely—oh, but not quite so proper, were you?

Because, the way you trace your fingers down the line between your tits lacks anything but decorum. Legs bend at the knee for stability while you tug at a nipple, your free hand sliding down, down, down until your perfect manicure disappears between your thighs. He's completely stuck; hooked, caught like a fish on a line and you just keep reeling in him closer and closer to his demise and yet he still refuses to fight it.

The throb of his cock is nearly painful, balls swollen and grip lethal when pumping up and down the thick length. Even when his eyes go droopy and his breathing grows labored, he forces his view to remain on you and the slow roll of your hips as two fingers slowly circle around the sensitive bud of your clit.

Rhys swears that he tries to stop but he'd already fallen too far, swept up by the unsteady rise and fall of your chest and the eager spread of toned legs as you build up to that sweet release. Huffy hums of pleasure drifts up into his ears like sweet music and while he wouldn't have considered himself a melomaniac; he could see the obsession forming if it was your voice carrying the melodies.

Velvety skin shifts with each desperate pump, thumb applying pressure just under the defined mushroom head of his prick when Rhys realizes the noises have stopped—your pretty moans and the slick sounds of your pussy no longer drifting his way.

"And here I thought a High Lord was supposed to hold himself with some sort of decorum,” Every muscle in Rhysand’s body locks at the sound of your voice, its cadence much closer than before and entirely too smug when you take in the leaking throb of his erection. Hands seize their stroking and Rhysand can't fucking fathom the fact that he'd allowed his imagination to run so wild—to distract him so intensely that he'd been sloppy enough to get caught.

He hadn't even heard you enter the room. Hadn't detected the familiar itch of one winnowing around his territory. You'd utterly blindsided him, a hot flush billowing into his cheeks, "I was just—“

"Watching me," You swiftly intercede, completely confident before him with your body free of periwinkle restrictions. "Instead of finishing that mountain of paperwork you've been ignoring."

"I got a little distracted." Mischief swells in your eye at the rough tone of his voice and it’s no secret your affect on him. Rhysand’s jaw was clenched tightly with barely contained restraint as he forces himself to focus on the lush green grass or the chirp of the birds wrestling in the trees instead of the soft swell of your belly and the supple curve of your thighs that sits right in his line of sight. “And you’re not exactly making it easy to pay attention to anything but you.”

“Good,” You all put preen under the compliment. "The harder the better." A sharp inhale is sucked through his nose when one knee drops to the free space of his chair. You hover over him, perky tits right in his face as you take your sweet ass time getting comfortable in his lap. It's bold; intrusive even—you plopping the weight of your ass against his thighs as you ease his hand aside and replace it with your own. "All the fun is in the challenge."

And what a challenge it would be taking such a massive cock.

It's really fucking pretty though. Hard to the touch and soft as silk. It pulses in your grasp, twitching when you give an experimental squeeze and Rhysand nearly finishes on the spot when you peer at him through thick lashes. Lust swims in your vision, aroused by the scenes from your book read by the lake and the added eroticism that ensued once realizing you weren't alone--that there was another watching you as you'd undressed. "Fucking filthy thing, you are." Rhys grunts as your thoughts consume him, abdomen contracting involunentarily as he submits to the overwhelming high that comes with your touch.

"Says you," Your wet hair drips a puddle by his shoes, liquid bouncing off polished leather as your hips shamelessly roll, grinding down along the muscular ridges of his thigh through his breeches, pussy clenching around nothing at the delicious friction. “Those expensive tutors forget to teach you that’s it’s not polite to spy on a lady?”

"They did," Never once had it taken Rhysand so long to conjure up a witty remark, "—but it's been a while since I’ve attended my lessons." The warmth from between your legs and the hypnotic bounce of your breasts is enough to turn him dumb. All the overstimulated High Lord can offer up is deep grunts and choppy pants through garbled praises and pleas for more as you have your way with him. You don't even have to bother tugging his pants down all the way, plenty satisfied with only unvieling the goods.

"Sounds like you need a refresher on manners." Consent is granted in the way Rhys’ hands grip at your hips, guiding you up, up, up until your dripping sex hovers over his own and when he and you finally connect—every movement turns desperate.

“Oh fuck,” He chokes out, starving hands feasting at your figure, ravishing every curve and devouring every sound you offer. It had to have something to do with the heat; this all-consuming hunger that burns beneath your skin and just engulfs everything in sight until all sense of rationality and logic had melted to mush.

“Better than your hands, huh?” It takes everything in you to keep your words steady, to keep your thighs sturdy and rhythm in tune as you rock your hips; experimenting with the feeling of such fullness. “Was this what you were thinking about when you were perving on me? How I’d feel wrapped around you? How far I could take you?” Fingers bite into your waist, it’s sure to leave bruises and yet you can’t find it in yourself to give a shit when you’re so preoccupied with sucking up every fucking inch Rhys had to offer. The noises that rumbles through the air is guttural, animalistic; stained with desire and a mind numbing need that triggers that possessive Illyrian blood within him and when his hips shift, feet planting more sturdy against the ground—you know you’re screwed.

Truly, undeniably fucked.

Because with each sharp thrust he offers, your cocky demeanor fades away. “Was thinking about how you’d sound and the noises you’d make for me.” The control shift is palpable even in your state, hazy eyes catching the second a flustered Rhys eases into the role of High Lord, weilder of a great power that he clearly knew how to manipulate. “Can’t say, I’m disappointed.”

[suckitsurveys]

What do you usually order from Subway/Togo’s/another sandwich place? I usually order from Jimmy Johns and I’ll either get a Totally Tuna or a Turkey Tom.

Have you ever talked about your period with a guy? Were they okay with it, or grossed out? I have before, never in great detail though, except for with Mark. He’s okay with it.

Have you ever been to small/church/bible group/study (forced to or wanted to)? No.

In-N-Out, ever been there? If not, what’s a good burger place around your town? I’ve been there once, in SLC. There are a ton of good burger places near me in Chicago.

How many people do you know with the name Ashley/Ashlee? I can think of two.

Have you ever been to an asian (any type) market? If so, what is the closest one to you? Yeah, there are a ton in Chicago.

What would you do if the person you have feelings for showed up at your door? I’m at work so I’d be like, “what are you doing here?” lol.

What did your last text message say? I don’t want to type the whole thing but it was a response from Ellen after I asked her how she was feeling last night, which reminds me I need to reply.

How many people have texted you today? Did you reply to all of them? I messaged Margo earlier this morning and she just “reacted” to it, and I’m about to reply to Ellen.

When was the last time you drank something with alcohol? My birthday a couple weeks ago.

Have you ever slept with a member of the opposite sex without having sex? Yeah, I sleep with Mark every night and we don’t always have sex.

Will you talk to the person you like tonight? Yes.

How would you feel if your significant other had tattoos? I wouldn’t mind at all. Do you actually eat breakfast lunch and dinner everyday? Yeah, but my breakfasts are usually on the smaller side, just to get something in my stomach.

Is there something else you should be doing? Working.

Was your last text message from someone of the opposite sex? No.

If you could have a free plane ticket to anywhere, where would you choose to go? New York City on November 2nd.

What’s the approximate total cost of the clothes you’re wearing? I don’t remember.

Where was the last place on your body that you felt physical pain? My neck/shoulder is killing me today.

Has someone of the opposite sex made you smile recently? Yeah.

Can your significant other/crush sing? Not well lol.

What do you want/need right now? I want a guaranteed ticket to the SNL show on Nov 2nd.

How much does the last person you texted really know about you? She knows a lot I’d say.

Who was the last person you apologized to? What did you apologize for? I don’t recall.

What are the initials of the person you have feelings for? MAW.

Did you straighten your hair today? No, it’s already straight.

Is it okay to like someone else, if you already have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Depends on the boundaries of your relationship.

Would you spend the night in a haunted house? Sure.

Look in a mirror. Are you 100% happy with what you see? Why/why not? No.

Will tomorrow be better than today? Guess we’ll see.

What are you listening to right now? The sound of my coworker typing.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Mark. Do you still whip out the Nintendo on random occasions? We have a Wii we play with every once in a while.

Can you honestly tell the difference between DiGiorno and delivery pizza? I mean, if someone made one and put in in front of my face and said it was from a pizza place I hadn’t heard of, I’d probably just believe them and eat it, but if they said it was from a pizza place I’ve had before, I could probably tell.

[castle-dominion]

Castle 7x10 bad santa

the killer santa episode (as opposed to the santa killer ep or the victim santa ep) liveblog

No maybe this is going to be the romeo & juliet episode, idk. We might have already had some

I hate xmas

lol car chase. Holy crap santa is killing him

Love the transition

Beckett XD RC: This is going to be the best year ever! He's so smiley

july AC: Write six, funny, poignant, eloquent lines describing highlights of the past year. For you. KB: What word rhymes with “I’m screwed”?

RC: This coming from a woman who skipped prom to crash a poetry slam.

KB: Since when do you follow rules? RC: Since I’m the one who made them.

Where ryan? RC's jaw drops and he looks to the sky.

RC: Guys. Squeezing down countless chimneys, delivering millions of presents in one night? It’s bound to happen. Santa finally cracked. JE: Or... (you assume he will say an actual fact or theory) JE: ...our victim was naughty instead of nice.

There's ryan!

JE, walking in happy to the morgue: Hey!! LP: Hey JE: What’chu got for me, girl? didnt they break up? or did they propose? or what?

JE: Hang on. You always call me down here after the lab results are in, which leads me to believe that you may have some ulterior motives. LP: Javi, I want to ask a little favor. JE: Anything you need. :] face LP: So … my parents barely ever leave Louisiana and they’re flying out to Paris tomorrow and they have a last minute layover in New York. (his face goes from smiling & nodding to instant :( that's how fast it falls) They want us all to get together. JE: *gulp* So it’s … uh … meet the parents? LP: Are you okay with that? JE: *scoffs/laughs* Yeah. Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? That’s not even really a favor. That’s just me … stepping up. LP: Mmhmm. He’s clearly not okay with that. LP: See, I didn’t get to the favor part. Yet. JE: .. What? LP hesitates. JE: You didn’t? LP: See, um… my parents … my parents kind of think we’re engaged. He stares at her in shock. JE: ... Why Do They Think That? (not clipping but ugh) LP: Well, you and I were on again, off again. They just got so worried about their unmarried daughter – JE: So you told them we got engaged? LP: I didn’t mean too. I just … popped out. JE: Now how does something like that just pop out? LP: I wanted them to stop bugging me. I’m sorry, Javi, but once I said it there it was and now here they are. JE: So the first time I meet your parents, you’re asking me to lie to them? LP: I’ll be lying to them, too. But I’ve been doing it longer. (tru) JE: Wow. LP: Can I just bring them down to the precinct to say hello and you could just pretend for just ten minutes. (she wraps her arms around his neck and lowers her voice) I’ll make it worth your while. JE: Yeah. Yeah. I can do that.

Like Ryan's shirt, we've seen him wear it before

girl introducing herself with "nypd" heck yeah that's what youre SUPPOSED to do that lets my janitorial staff friend quickly walk away. Love him sm lol.

... or this

Wait is this the romeo & juliet episode?

Love castle & his contacts

wait this is also the ep where castle gets kicked out

RC: Field trip to a strip club. She gives him a wary look. He bolts from the room.

Calls her venus Dino: For you, Rick? I’m happy to help. And the boys are too. (Step up menacingly) Rocco Carlucci, he’s my … my chief of security. And this is Christopher Carlucci. VP of corporate affairs.

JE: So while you and Castle were busy getting lap dances, Ryan and I did some real police work.

I hate her slur. Girl put a t in there.

You never come alone. You must always say "I demand a second be there with me. It can be my cop wife, it can be my daughter (which you do not want to kill), it can be my OTHER mob friend, but I demand a second. I will not come with the entire swat team tho."

Jane lol

Dino Scarpella: I don't like that word "admit"

Recap: Eric was family. My cousin Bruno’s kid. By a girl he had on the side. Bruno, he died in the slammer, so I looked after Eric. I sent him to the best schools. I didn’t want him to work for the family, but you want to hear God laugh, you tell him – you tell him all your plans, right? DS: A few years back, one of my guys got shot. It happens. He would have croaked, but Eric stepped up. Next thing I know – next thing I know he’s got a taste for the life. I need to find out who did this to him.

RC: And by sensitive you mean illegal. Ds: I don’t like that word, either. RC: But if I figure out who did this, you have to let me bring the killer to justice. And by justice I mean legal justice. Not just taking him out. When the time comes, I need to call Beckett.

Dude never cut your palm. "Ow!" "Ow!" Big bro: & then they both died from blood borne diseases

My subconscious misogyny coming out "Wow bex is so awful saying "you believe dino bc he gave you a papercut" to castle, smh" but dom if it was someone else, would you say that? Subconscious misogyny babes.

OH THE PARENTS TIME EEHEEHEEHEE JE: (forced & high pitched) Hey! hUG OK JE: Oh, I can see where Lanie gets her beautiful eyes from. (to WALTER) And her medical brain must come from you. I hear you’re a surgeon?

clipping

RYAN! when did his badge get crossed? No father figure moments (He looks extra Black beside Lanie & her parents) I love how useful Ryan is!

Cristopher Carlucci: (laughs) I’m his right hand man. I know fifty who would slit my throat like that. (he snaps) But they’d kill me. Not one of them would frame me.

Cyber Rita my beloved!!

RC: Uh, Lurch, would you – (he startles, realizing his mistake) – Rocco, I mean, could you - ?

uwu who's wearing the hat? I love it lol

JE: Castle over here started moonlighting for the mob. RC: I think that might be overstating it a little. JE, who I think used to be gang task force: You took a blood oath. You let them turn you into an honorary mobster. What’s wrong with you? KR the best dork ever: Oh, come on, man. How many people, outside the mafia, ever get to swear omertà?(gestures) I think it is an experience of a lifetime. JE: Of course you would. KB: Didn’t you say you had a lead? Me, Canadian & into rocks: sodium ferrocyanide mixed with sodium chloride, that's ice salt. JE: *mad that castle interrupted him*

RC: Man, the places we go to follow a lead. RC: But if it points to our killer, it’s worth it indeed.

/probably/ didn't survive. Salt might change that tho

*waits for them to leave* Heyhey! hey,

Her eyes when he says kids XD you should bring kevin & jenny with u bro LP: Javi, I can’t come clean. If I come clean I will never hear the end of this. Look, you met them. You kept your promise. You can skip dinner. I’ll say something came up, like a dead body. JE: No way. I can’t be the kind of fiancé that bails on the one time your parents were in town. I have to go. We’re engaged. (So true bestie) LP: We’re not engaged. (acting, you can't pretend to be engaged, you need to ACTively BE engaged for a bit.) JE: But we could be. (Whispers) JE: Someday. And I don’t want them to hate me then because I skipped out now. SDJFKALSDFHKLSJDFHAKSDJHDSFH First of all I love the music but LOOK commitment-phobe esposito (according to Castle in the wonderful life/au ep) (or yk, anyone premember the sonjia ruiz episode?) being the one to imply he wants things! Remember Kill Shot? He was like "Would I be a good dad?" & stuff?

Tessaro Beating the drums is a good phrase SWORN ENEMIES!! I was right about {the romeo & juliet ep}!

KB: Why would Eric treat Luca Tessaro, a member of a rival family? RC: See, this is the beauty of me being mobbed up. Temporarily. I can go straight the source and ask Dino.

"The boys" & I & then ofc they find the effing bullet. Like.. Who cares? Of course they missed smth for the movie. It's more dramatic this way.

Dun dun dun bracelet with blood & slug! These detectives just... found this crap.

Gonna go ahead & take that as a yes XD Rocco: *quiet* Ooh a response! His voice is higher than expected I mean heck yeah Dino, protect your daughter. Rocco: Uh uh. Jane stopped him. She didn’t want a war between the families. Besides, she’s a woman that can take care of herself. Transcript is incorrect, it is "cica cica boom room" not chica. It says so on the neon signs.

"I hope" hhh "Dino maybe have a seat"

Not accuse so much as "Look into it" Is Dino doing this to kill castle or ask castle to kill someone else? RC: Who disrespects you? I respect you, Dino. I – I respect the hell out of you.

Jane is back! Daddy! Everyone sit down. IN LOVE!? You made it up? I mean

Jane Scarvella: What was I supposed to say? That I was in love with a Tessaro? If either family knew our secret we could never be together. DS is silent. He doesn’t even move. JS: Daddy? DS: I’m processing this news. At least he has the decency to hold back & think abt it & TELL HER that he is processing

JS: Luca called me, gasping for breath. He’d been shot. By the time I got to him he was unconscious. Dying. He needed help, so I dragged him into my car. That’s probably how I lost my bracelet. RC: So you called Eric. JS: I didn’t know what else to do. Eric told me to meet him at the surgery room. He did everything in his power to save Luca, but … he couldn’t. DS: Which explains Eric’s murder. If the Tessaros found out Eric was involved with Luca’s death they would have retaliated. (he grabs Janegently) What do they know, Jane? JS: (adamantly) Nothing. Eric got rid of the – the body and the clothes so nothing could lead them to our family. RC: Jane, did Luca tell you on the phone who shot him? Who wanted him dead? JS: No, but last week he said something was up with the Tessaros. Someone was making a power grab and he was trying to find out who. DS: I swear. If the Tessaros killed my Eric we’re going to war.

KB: Lovers from rival families. Wow. That sounds like Romeo and Juliet. RC: Right down to Eric as the apothecary.

Heir? Power grab!

WAIT LUCA? HE'S ALIVE???

rc: No. As a matter of fact, we thought you were already dead.

Why order an effing pizza?

Luca Tessaro: But when Eric got popped, I figured it was the same guy that shot me. Maybe he found out I was alive and went after Eric to get to me?

il Penumbra the partially shaded outer region of the shadow cast by an opaque object.the shadow cast by the earth or moon over an area experiencing a partial eclipse.

Ofc it's a setup

lol that santa, I thouht it was the bloody santa costume lol Rita: All right, fine. I’ll help. (RC scrambles to sit next to her) But only because I don’t want to sleep alone on Christmas.

Michael M Ouse

Rita: I think you should tell Christopher he’s sleeping over New Year’s Eve, too.

He didn't stay a little while after to idk like check his emails?

she threw the cuffs at him lol (btw I like ryan & bex together)

They just walked right into the police station lol

DS: I decided it’s better to bless her relationship and unite with the Tessaros than to lose my kid. Tis the season of peace, huh? *adjusting his jacket* RC: Thank you very much. (he clears his throat) That’s a call I hope I never have to make. They move to leave. Before they do, ROCCO grabs CASTLE and kisses him on both cheeks. CASTLE is stunned.

I thought Lanie hated her mom? & also lived close enough to visit during the dirty bomb episode(s?)

MP: Dinner was so great. We can’t wait to see you two lovebirds again. Maybe next time we can talk about the wedding. *JE's fae falls* LP: Maybe. One step at a time, Mom. JE: It was great to finally meet you both. JE: shakes WP’S hand. MP: All right, pumpkin. She and LP hug. LP: Bye, mommy. ("So did I. Didn't work. Lanie hates her mom.") MP: Love you. You be good. LP: I will. MP: All right. JE: You guys have a good trip. WP and MP leave. LP turns to JE. LP: Thank you for that. JE: Oh, it was actually much easier than I thought it was going to be. (uwu) LP laughs. JE: But … you know, it made me think seriously about us. And where we are. He grabs her left hand. LP: Javi, I don’t think we should do this here. JE: No, I have to say this. Lanie, being fake engaged (XD) to you made me realize how great we are together. But not the way that your parents are. (she exhales) Or Castle and Beckett, or Ryan and Jenny. (UWU AAH NO YES SKFJDH) LP: I know. I feel it too. I mean, I’m crazy about you – JE: Oh, I’m crazy about you, too. But just – you know, not … not in that way. And you deserve what they have. LP: We both do. She kisses his cheek and smiles. JE: What are you going to tell your parents? LP: The truth. But after the holidays. No need to spoil their vacation. (valid) JE: Mmhmm. She grabs his backside and chuckles. "Eyy!!" (still have that to them tho lol) I can't tell if they just broke up or proposed...

KR: So they cut you with a little ceremonial dagger. Did it hurt? I love Ryan & Castle :) RC: Yeah, it hurt. But you can’t let him know that, right? So my face was life a stone. *said "ow" twice*

Oh no. VG: As he was being transferred to Central Booking, Detective McBride was shot and killed by unknown assailants. The DA learned that you were cooperating with members of organized crime in your investigation. People that might have wanted McBride dead. Love her hair btw. VG: This doesn’t look good. Especially for you. I am so sorry, Mr. Castle, but the DA spoke to the mayor and – (she sighs) – you are no longer permitted to work with the NYPD. She actually says "I'm sorry" & is sad Castle is going! She warmed up to him!

That's a heck of a twist to put after the climax of the episode KB: This has been an epic year. Life’s been full of joy and tears. Solving crimes and catching killers, just like Castle’s famous thrillers. We share our passion every day. As partners go we’re here to stay. Not here to stay tho

& I mean... Castle you can go to Dino & say "we agreed you'd let us handle it the legal way" but like... yeah fair punishment. My acab side si getting the best of my "ooh funny movie" side

RC: What could be wrong? You’re here.

Ryan is so excited & I love him sm. He is defintiely a character but I see ppl like that irl, heck, I see myself in him sometimes, another point for the adhd headcanon ig. Kinda wish another one of the detectives got to yell that & turn it on tho, just to get some more speaking lines & variance.

We need more Kanie fics.

When I first watched this I was so confused bc why is this in the middle of a season? it should be at the end so that ppl can have the hiatus, yk?

Well that was fun. I sure enjoyed that. Now I should go to bed tho, actually it is not even 6pm. Still I should maybe do some homework or smth. Or post another chapter of my fanfic.

[trashmouth-richie]

Can i request king steve having his eyes set on queen of the damned and eddie feels a lil insecure and jealous because of course a queen would want a king. So reader reminds him shes all his with racy pictures and a bj where she swallows and sucks his balls. And hes just left on cloud 9 lol. 🫣🫣

@sidthedollface2 , this is for you 💋 special thanks to @munson-blurbs @hxllfired @corroded-hellfire @eddiemunsonsmum @jadequeen88 for reading through this + whoever else I suckered into doing that 😵‍💫🖤

part ii for QUEEN OF THE DAMNED

eddie x female! reader

W.C: 2.8k

TW: NO MINORS, blow job, mentions of sex, etc. possessive!eddie, jealous!eddie etc etc etc

Since prom when you had gone public with Eddie, you were inseparable. Word spread like wildfire of your infidelity, and poor Ethan was left confused, in more ways than one. Honestly embarrassed that he didn’t notice that you were cheating on him. The locker room hazing was no laughing matter. Every swinging dick around joked about Ethan and his whore of an ex girlfriend. “She good in bed? Oh yeah guess you wouldn’t know.” “Munson possessed your chick and you had no idea?” Laughter erupts from the locker room as Ethan makes his way to the showers, crying softly.

The person most responsible for teasing Ethan for his misfortunes? Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High. He was a player, easily the most sought after guy to roam the halls. Girls fell at their feet for him, begged to be his flavor for the night. Between him and Billy Hargrove they were swimming in pussy. Everyone’s except yours. But Steve was determined, and Billy’s bet made his determination grow even stronger, almost carnal.

“Hey there gorgeous,” Steve swoons, laying it on thick, sliding next to your open locker, pushing his sunglasses into his hair. He had never spoken to you in his life, why was he starting now?

“Uh, hi?” Glaring, shut your locker, holding your books close to your chest.

Steve looks you up and down like his next meal, licking the fat muscle of his tongue along his top lip, eyes lazily drinking you in, the honey flecks dancing along your curves. “Just wondering if my favorite Queen wants to sit with me at lu— “

Leather arms wrap around your middle the same time a pair of soft lips caress your neck, biting softly and sucking the beginning of a bruise as Steve’s eyes stare annoyingly into your face. Tongue pressed into his cheek as he throws his hands onto his hips, accentuating the bulge in his pants as he cocks a hip out.

Eddie spins you around into him, your back to Steve. He kisses your lips, his thick hands are wrapped tight along your waist, traveling down to cup your ass, squeezing the denim of your jeans. Making eye contact with Steve the entire time, a silent awareness of possession between them, Eddie’s eyes pitch to black, drilling holes into Steve’s. “Something I can help you with Harrington?” Eddie asks him, holding you tight to him so that your focus is solely on him, “or do you normally hit on other guy’s girlfriends?” He stands to his full height, broad shoulders and chest puffed out, head cocked high and to the side as his lower jaw practically comes unhinged from itself. An animalistic stance of dominance invades the air, thicker than mud, hung dense like fog between the lockers.

Steve also stands to his tallest, brushing the back of his neck and leaning in. “We were just talking,” he says, adding, “and last I checked— you were into fucking other guy’s girlfriends— which is exactly why I’m here.”

You wince, it was bad enough that your parents were disowning you for choosing to be with Eddie, kicking you out and cutting you off, the last thing you needed was to hear it from the asshats at school. Especially Steve Harrington. The whole town had branded you an outcast, you could practically feel the crimson ‘A’ stitched into your clothing, burning into your heart. A name you would wear proudly for him. He was good to you, devilishly handsome and all yours. His queen. He’d do anything to protect his queen, a trait Ethan fell short on, not that he wasn’t doting he was just careless, letting a fox into the hen house, an evil wolf amongst his little lamb. And by far, too stupid to realize you had been fucking around on him. But Eddie was much more careful with you, protective and possessive.

Eddie holds you tighter, pushing you into his side and wrapping his large hands around you.

The flick of Eddie’s knife rings in your ears as he twirls it around his fingers, his eyes twitch as his tongue dances around his mouth like a sick eel slithering for purchase. “Choose your next words carefully, Harrington, would hate to cut a few of those Farrah Fawcet locks from your head.” Black orbs making the night sky jealous fill his eyes, poisoned with carnal, chilling drops of insanity.

“Yeah ya see,” Steve says, playing Eddie’s mind games, edging towards masculinity and stupidity, taking a step forward slightly, whispering low for only Eddie and yourself to hear, “I’m the King of this high school, and you?” He sucks through his teeth, wincing, “well you’re not even comparable to the gum on my shoe, so why don’t you do your girl a favor, and let her go, let her have a chance at taking that Queen status to the very top, instead of the depths of despair that you inhabit.”

The blade is cold against Steve’s neck, scraping the hairs along his Adam's apple, closer than any barber could get in Hawkins. “Whoa, easy there,” Steve says, swallowing thickly as Eddie’s breath falls against his cheek. “The mayor is my godfather and the police, they’re on my dad’s payroll. So go ahead, do it. You pull a knife on me and you better deliver, pussy. You’ll be in jail so fast your head will spin, and your girl, aww, she’ll be with me, pretty little feet up resting on my shoulders.”

The anger clouding Eddie’s eyes is demonic in every way, he wants to succumb. Wants to give into the darkness flooding his mind. Do it. Do it. A voice stops him. The angel on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality—you.

“Come on, Eddie, let’s go.” You beg, trying to pull him away. Your eyes wet with tears from Steve’s harsh words and Eddie’s temper.

How easy it would be to give in. Watch the blood trickle down Steve’s neck and paint his perfectly pastel colored polo crimson. But he doesn’t, the veil of hell falling from his eyes, his aura, his mind. Eddie listens to you, backs the knife away from Steve’s neck and folds it back into his pocket. Taking long pulls of humid air through his nose, grounding himself. Rolling his shoulders backwards, cracking the bones of his neck in a twist, “For the record,” Eddie taunts, whispering into Steve’s ear, his musky cologne wafting into Steve’s nose, “I’ve spent nights in jail for far less than this, see you around.”

With that he retracts from him and smirks, a small chuckle reverberating from his lips. Arm wrapped around your shoulder he leads you towards the front doors leaving Hawkins High.

Eddie is quick in his movements, rushing you out to his van. “Eddie?” you ask as he throws open the passenger door and picks you up, setting you down into the seat and shutting the door.

He slides into the driver’s seat and roars the van to life, the knuckles around the steering wheel were white, clenching for dear life as his movements are anything but calm. “I swear to you, I will end that fuckers privileged white picket fence life if he ever tries to touch you.” He’s pissed, angry but also hurt. Jealous, and possessive. “He thinks he can have whatever he wants because of his name in this town, like you should be so lucky to have him? oh no baby— you’re mine.” He’s speeding through town, forgoing stopping at any of the stop signs, dodging around cars as he drives like a bat flying from hell.

Showing him that he’s right instead of telling him, you swivel in your seat, the crunch of the leather groaning against your body shifting. Looking into his eyes you can see that they have softened, the brown pumping back in the more deep breathing he does, you unbuckle yourself, leaning forward to lick a stripe from the collar of his shirt up to his ear. He hisses at your touch, moving his arm to the back of your seat, letting you in. Blowing your hot breath along his spit covered neck, his moans fill the van, the grip on the steering wheel subsides as his hand travels down your back, lingering, burning, clawing at your skin. He hikes you into his lap— eyes steady on the road as he adjusts you where he needs you, the heat of your core pressing into him. You’re straddling his narrow waist, your mouth sucking bruising kisses into his neck. The dangling “e” on your necklace tickling his chest as your panties fill with arousal.

“I’m yours,” you murmur into his neck, “always.” The sway and bumps of the van alert you that you’ve turned into the Forest Hills Trailer Park. Eddie silently thanking a higher power as his growing erection is ready to bust at the seams. Biting gently into your shoulder, Eddie’s eyes are barely on the road, a few more seconds and his attention will only be yours. Wayne’s truck is in the driveway as Eddie shifts the lever harshly into park, your bodies colliding and grinding together as the van abruptly comes to a halt. Your hands are twisted in the confinements of his tangled curls, pulling to expose the slope of his neck, sucking and licking, painting his neck with your marks, showing him how possessive you could be. How he was yours and you were his, no one else belonged in that equation. The only math Eddie would completely understand.

You grind your hips down into him, your pussy slotting around the outline of his cock, as he kneads your tits. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans into your neck, nipping at your ear as his hands rake your body, burning with want. You climb off of him, moving this sinful act to the back of the van, sparing Wayne’s ears. Hands clenched around his leather lapels pulling him upwards and back with you, legs tangled around the steering column, tripping over cords, cassette towers teetering around your clumsy bodies.

“Let me show you,” you breath, lip locked and breathing heavily against Eddie’s mouth, panting into his neck as you shove him down onto a spare amp. Feverishly undoing his belt, sloppily kissing him, tongues painting each other's mouths. “Show you how much you mean to me.” Eddie’s a mumbling mess as you pull his dick out from the confines of his boxers. Hissing as you pump him achingly slow. Taking your time with the act. Eyes dripping with innocence as you look at him through your eyelashes. Your tongue kitten licks around his ruddy head, tasting the precum that’s beaded.

“Christ, baby,” he seethes, whimpering under your gaze, cock throbbing around your lips. Teasing him as you ghost your mouth around him. His teeth biting into his own lip waiting for you to close your mouth around his length. Another pass of your tongue has him shaking. He moans above you, tucking your hair behind your ear as to get a better look at you. You slap his cock against your tongue, pooling spit around it as it splashed around like rain boots in a puddle. His head is thrown back in anticipation, brown curls cascading down his leather jacket as you finally take him into your mouth, swelling your lips down his shaft until he’s snug in your throat, a saliva slide of glory. Your name rumbles off his dry tongue.

“D’you like that big boy?” You muse, when you pop him out of your mouth and graze your hand into a fist to rub down his shaft. “…my pretty lips around you… making you feel good?”

“Fuck…yes,” he moans, eyeing you again as you swallow him, gagging slightly but loving the sensation. You could suck him off for hours, the feeling of having someone you love whimper and beg you for release stirs your insides with pleasure. “So fucking good… mmm…. Fuck.” His hips lift from the amp as he thrusts into your throat. The lewd noises fill the proximity of the van, as you breathe through your nose and relax the muscles of your throat. His pace quickens. Your hands sit and claw at his thighs. Your pull back to catch your breath— spit dribbling from your mouth onto chest as Eddie kisses you harshly, singing your praises.

The slow roll of your tongue against him makes him weak in the knees. Your lips wrap tightly around him, spitting and drooling, “want me to come baby, fill that throat up with my come?” He whines. So close to coming but want to feel your throat go raw from him fucking into it, burying himself into your mouth, nothing besides your pussy feels better to him. You moan around him, vibrating your throat against his cock, he comes undone, coating your mouth, you’re milking him for all he’s worth to the very last drop, pumping and gently moving your tongue around him, as you swallow his release. He groans your name, thick hands holding your head in place as he quivers beneath you.

Licking your lips Eddie brings you into an embrace, he’s sweaty, bangs stuck to his head, as he tucks you into his chest, nose pressed against your neck. “You’re too good for me,” he mumbles, holding you tight, “didn’t think ‘the talking wig’ would ever get to me, I can usually just brush that shit off, but not when it comes to you.”

He pulls you away from him and rests his forehead on yours, the muddy brows of his eyes swell as he stares into your soul, coaxing a smile from you, “you’re the most important part of me,” he quipped, rubbing his fingers down and back the length of your back moving around your shoulder to hold your neck softly, admiring the necklace he gave you all those months ago. “I wasn’t joking when I said I would kill anyone who tries to take you away from me.” He kisses your neck, marking you as his, branding you forever with his lips. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too,” you whisper as he removes your sweater and lays you down in the back of the van, blessing the neighbors as you yell out God’s name, but you’re definitely not in church.

The idea popped into your head while you showered while Eddie was at band practice with the boys. It was perfect, he would go nuts over it. You raid the dresser for what you were looking for…

The next day at school you tell Eddie you have to meet Mrs. Click to turn in your history paper, he tugs you back to him and kisses you slowly, letting his fingers dig at your chin as he prompts your face up to him. You skip inside, the prized possession hidden in your backpack. You knew Eddie’s locker combination, and fetched the tape out of your bag along with the Polaroids. The black lacy set he had bought you the weekend you dumped Ethan was his personal favorite. The positions you were in suggested only unholy thoughts. The expanse of your neck showing off your hickies and the ‘E’ necklace that never came off with your tits pushed up in one shot, your kiss swollen pussy with your panties shoved to the side in another, and finally your mouth wide open and tongue out, the prom tiara balancing crudely stop your head. If this didn’t solidify that you were his you weren’t sure what would. You find him outside, finishing the last of his cigarette and laughing with Gareth and Jeff. He walks alongside you, holding your waist and inching towards the curve of your boobs as he does, eyes scanning widely for that piece of shit Steve. A lipstick kiss pressed into the metal of his locker made him chuckle as he looked down at you, your own personal brand.

His cheeks go pink and his dick twitches in his black jeans when his eyes land on the pictures. “B-babe, is this? When did y-? Oh fuck.” He thumbs through them quickly and hurriedly shuts his locker, hauling you over his shoulder and running down the halls and out to his van. Your giggles echoing off the brick walls. “Gotta get you home right now, take care of my naughty girl.” Eddie laughs, “damn, and I thought watching Harrington come into school with black eyes and a half shaved head was going to be the highlight of my day.”

[cadybear420]

ADDING ON TO THESE LOVELY HEADCANONS FOR MY EVIE X AIDEN

Aiden always would invite MC to listen to him play piano before they dated, He’d always play a obscure love song so that MC wouldn’t know, after they started dating (he still does it, but MC might be catching on)

I just love the idea of them continuing dates where it's just MC listening to Aiden playing. I can totally see Aiden playing love songs but not saying they're love songs during those dates, which he'd get away with a lot because Evie is not an expert on classical music lol.

After they become official or after they confess their love for each other, though, I think Aiden would start telling Evie about the songs before playing them. But sometimes he will like to wait for Evie to go "this is a very romantic song" or "is this another love song?"

NECK KISSES Aiden loves the feel of MC’s neck, it’s soft and smooth, and he loves the scent of the perfume/cologne that MC wears that lingers on their neck

Definitely and I like to think he also loves nestling his face into MC/Evie's neck, cause it makes him feel cozy and safe :3

Aiden always lets MC play with his hair, he frowns, but MC catches his slightly upturns lips, as they style Aiden hair laughing when he looks silly afterwards

Yessss! Aiden 100% likes to pretend to be annoyed with MC playing or messing with his hair ("You ruined my perfect hair!") but they both know he likes it

”You’re the only person I’m so carefree and open with. You bring out the best in me, MC.”

YesyesyesyesyesYES and Evie expresses the exact same feelings which makes him blush and stutter

He loves to see MC smiling, whether it’s in the hall, during class, in the car, at a party, he just loves to see their beautiful smile, it makes him feel warm inside

YES. Just yes.

”I’m just so infatuated with you, MC. No song I could ever write will truly depict how beautiful you are.”

🥺🥺🥺

Aiden blushes all the time, at the slightest touch he’s already red in the cheeks, it makes MC smile to see him like that

It's very easy to make Aiden start blushing and Evie always loves to take advantage of that. Aiden also has a total praise kink absolutely loves receiving compliments and praise and words of affirmation, so that's a big go-to method Evie uses to make Aiden blush

He gets a jealous streak around Michael, he can’t help himself he sees the look Michael gives MC

My Evie did have a bit of a crush on Michael at one point, and even though it didn't go anywhere, Aiden does know that Evie did find Michael attractive and I think he might sometimes pretend to get jealous

Aiden likes to put his arm around MC’s shoulder and MC takes his hand softly and plays with the ring on his finger smiling happily

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

(Also insert headcanon about Evie/MC buying Aiden said ring and doing a play-proposal to him with it)

Aiden doesn’t dance, or so he claims, he likes to twirl MC on the dance floor and pull them close when a slow song comes on

Aiden at the start of Book 1: Can't dance for shit and runs away when he sees Evie do "sexy" moves

Aiden near the end of Book 1: Tries ballroom dancing for the first time with Evie leading him and gets the hang of it very quickly

Aiden near the end of Book 2: Loves to dance and is much more comfortable with initiating/leading dances with Evie; with someone like Evie anyways, I like to imagine he likes to twirl himself under her arm or prompt her to dip him

Aiden in Book 3: Shaking his hips so well that he puts Shakira into early retirement

MC blushes and kisses Aiden passionately on the lips. He pulls away beaming and flushed.*”Can’t handle kissing, Aiden?” *Aiden looks like he might pass out he’s so red

Evie being like "Awww you can't handle kissing?" and then proceeding to amp up the intensity, kissing him harder, kissing him all over, getting her hands all over him, etc. Aiden absolutely melts and he loves it

Myra sits next to MC and elbows them every time Aiden looks at them, it makes you both blush and look away smiling. ”Cutest couple at Berry still.” Myra jokes.

Myra is 100% the biggest Aidevie shipper, and they're 100% her favorite ship. This may or may not have anything to do with the fact that Myra is Aiden's closest friend.

Aiden’s parents love you after everything went down with Isa…Ashley…, and always asks Aiden when you’re coming over

I love the idea of Aiden's parents going from looking down upon Evie to deeply caring for and respecting her. Sometimes they fall back into being a bit protective but they're always very eager to get to know Evie better

They like to plan dinners for the 4 of y’all, sometimes 5 when they invite MC’s dad, MC’s dad grows close with them and even gets Glen and Bridgette into model trains, nonstop laughter when they’re together (sometimes they’ll even get Maria’s dads to join them)

Okay but this is so cute????? I can totally see this happening. And Evie also likes model trains, so sometimes the five of them would work on train models together

Every morning Aiden brings MC a thermos of mint tea, MC usually share it with their home room friends, Sydney, Myra, Caleb, Emma..

Aiden DEFINITELY does this for Evie, knowing that mint tea is one of her all-time favorites. She'd probably wanna keep the whole thing to herself though, but sometimes Aiden will make enough for Evie to share with her friends in homeroom

Aiden loves planning dates for MC, (don’t get him wrong he loves spontaneous dates MC ropes him into) but he loves the planned out dates the most, because he puts a lot of work into because he knows he’s not the best at it and just wants to see MC smile *It makes MC ecstatic just to see that Aiden would go out of his way to plan dates

Aiden loves when Evie plans dates because she's good at it and he loves to be spoiled like that, but he also loves planning dates because it's a chance for him to step out of his comfort zone a bit and demonstrate his appreciation for her

He loves the piano dates he has with MC, where he tries to teach them something on the piano, he starts with the ‘Singing In The Rain’ song MC and him danced to when they first started dating.

I'm just absolutely picturing Aiden trying to teach Evie how to play piano, and Evie (being someone who can't play instruments to save her life) just sounds really off-tune at first. But eventually she might get the hang of it.

Imagine also: Aiden sitting in Evie/MC's lap while he plays the piano. Or Evie/MC hugging Aiden from behind while he plays piano, like this.

”I’ve never been this happy to know someone like you. I truly don’t deserve all your love MC.”

Evie: "Shut the fuck up Aiden you deserve all my love, and more"

his heart flutters every time he sees MC, he’s only ever confided in Myra this feeling, it makes her aw obnoxiously (in his opinion), but he tells her anyways because he kinda likes when she tells him she wishes she had a relationship like that.

Absolutely fueling my headcanon of Aiden and Myra being best friends since first/second grade. I don't see Myra wishing she had a relationship like that since to me she was heavily implied (if not outright confirmed) to be aroace, but she is of course the biggest Aidevie shipper, so any time Aiden talks about Evie always gets her to squee

”I’m the luckiest man in the world, MC.”

Evie: "And I'm the luckiest woman in the world"

”you’re my very own Mozart.” MC often tells him after listening to him play, Aiden stutters and looks flush

Aiden loving to be referred to as "the next Mozart/Beethoven" or "my very own Mozart/Beethoven" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

RUNS HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR WHEN NERVOUS/EMBARRASSED

I love that image so muchhhhh

”We can’t make out here we’re in public.” Aiden often objects to PDA, but comes around when he sees MC’s pouty lips, their kissable soft pouty lips.

I like to imagine PDA is a guilty pleasure for Aiden. Sometimes he gets nervous about drawing too much attention to the two of them, but also he kind of sees it as "showing the world how much they love each other"

Kissing MC on the nose is Aiden’s second favorite place to kiss, he loves your nose after all, because it means he’s close to you then

Yesssssssss

Aiden and MC does Karaoke if it’s set up wherever they go, no matter how stupid the both of them look they can’t help but giggle and belt out the lyrics *It’s one of the few times Aiden lets go and has fun just to have fun, MC can’t stop smiling afterwards

At the end of that karaoke premium scene at Brian's party, MC is like "Maybe we should make MC-Aiden duets a thing" and I imagine that Evie-Aiden duets definitely become a thing, both karaoke and non-karaoke duets.

Evie considers herself a very average singer, but she feels a lot more comfortable when she's singing with Aiden– whom in her opinion anyways, sings so good it's practically worthy of the opera. Aiden has had some experience in singing, but it's not something he really trained much in– it just kind of comes to him naturally

”You truly are the most incredible person to ever come into my life.”

I am just so obsessed with Aiden valuing MC/Evie for just being in his life and helping him become better as a person + vice versa

Aiden loves when MC falls asleep on his chest, he loves running his hands through their hair and the peaceful look on MC’s face, it makes him blush when MC wakes up and he’s just looking at MC’s face smiling.

I always loved how much the story would have MC rest their head on Aiden's chest. Evie looooves to snuggle into Aiden's chest, she loves the feeling of it and hearing his heartbeat is very soothing to her.

Like just I'm just imagining this for Evie/MC and Aiden so much. There's just something that really gets to Aiden (in a good way) about how Evie shows to be more physically strong and tough than he is, she can exude confidence, but she can also comfortably show her more vulnerable side and snuggle into his chest like a lil babie

Also imagine: Aiden stroking MC/Evie's hair and head when sleeping against his chest

Aiden loves holding hands, it’s one of the few PDAs he doesn’t frown upon, he loves to feel MC’s fingers laced in his ”I know it’s cheesy to say, but I love the way your hand fits mine. Like finding the perfect piano.”

Actually he would consider h*ndh*lding too lewd /jk

Real talk though, he would love handholding. Typical handholding, interlaced fingers, when Evie rubs her thumb over his knuckles, etc.

Aiden doesn’t often say I love you to MC, he worries it becomes less meaningful even though MC says it to him all the time. ”Love doesn’t go away just because you say, I love you, Aiden.” He pulls MC close to him their bodies touching, “I love you, MC.”

I can definitely see both Evie and Aiden feeling like that. They have trouble containing themselves around each other, but they're also worried about making it less meaningful. But they do understand that saying it more doesn't make it go away, and I love that for them

Hey, Aiden anon. Hcs are fine!

Aiden x MC: Dating HCs:*Aiden always would invite MC to listen to him play piano before they dated, He’d always play a obscure love song so that MC wouldn’t know, after they started dating (he still does it, but MC might be catching on)*NECK KISSES*Aiden loves the feel of MC’s neck, it’s soft and smooth, and he loves the scent of the perfume/cologne that MC wears that lingers on their neck*Aiden always lets MC play with his hair, he frowns, but MC catches his slightly upturns lips, as they style Aiden hair laughing when he looks silly afterwards*”You’re the only person I’m so carefree and open with. You bring out the best in me, MC.”*He loves to see MC smiling, whether it’s in the hall, during class, in the car, at a party, he just loves to see their beautiful smile, it makes him feel warm inside*”I’m just so infatuated with you, MC. No song I could ever write will truly depict how beautiful you are.”*Aiden blushes all the time, at the slightest touch he’s already red in the cheeks, it makes MC smile to see him like that*He gets a jealous streak around Michael, he can’t help himself he sees the look Michael gives MC *Aiden likes to put his arm around MC’s shoulder and MC takes his hand softly and plays with the ring on his finger smiling happily*Aiden doesn’t dance, or so he claims, he likes to twirl MC on the dance floor and pull them close when a slow song comes on*MC blushes and kisses Aiden passionately on the lips. He pulls away beaming and flushed.*”Can’t handle kissing, Aiden?” *Aiden looks like he might pass out he’s so red*Myra sits next to MC and elbows them every time Aiden looks at them, it makes you both blush and look away smiling.*”Cutest couple at Berry still.” Myra jokes.*Aiden’s parents love you after everything went down with Isa…Ashley…, and always asks Aiden when you’re coming over *They like to plan dinners for the 4 of y’all, sometimes 5 when they invite MC’s dad, MC’s dad grows close with them and even gets Glen and Bridgette into model trains, nonstop laughter when they’re together (sometimes they’ll even get Maria’s dads to join them)*Every morning Aiden brings MC a thermos of mint tea, MC usually share it with their home room friends, Sydney, Myra, Caleb, Emma..*Aiden loves planning dates for MC, (don’t get him wrong he loves spontaneous dates MC ropes him into) but he loves the planned out dates the most, because he puts a lot of work into because he knows he’s not the best at it and just wants to see MC smile*It makes MC ecstatic just to see that Aiden would go out of his way to plan dates *He loves the piano dates he has with MC, where he tries to teach them something on the piano, he starts with the ‘Singing In The Rain’ song MC and him danced to when they first started dating.*”I’ve never been this happy to know someone like you. I truly don’t deserve all your love MC.”*his heart flutters every time he sees MC, he’s only ever confided in Myra this feeling, it makes her aw obnoxiously (in his opinion), but he tells her anyways because he kinda likes when she tells him she wishes she had a relationship like that.*”I’m the luckiest man in the world, MC.” *”you’re my very own Mozart.” MC often tells him after listening to him play, Aiden stutters and looks flush*RUNS HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR WHEN NERVOUS/EMBARRASSED*”We can’t make out here we’re in public.” Aiden often objects to PDA, but comes around when he sees MC’s pouty lips, their kissable soft pouty lips.*Kissing MC on the nose is Aiden’s second favorite place to kiss, he loves your nose after all, because it means he’s close to you then*Aiden and MC does Karaoke if it’s set up wherever they go, no matter how stupid the both of them look they can’t help but giggle and belt out the lyrics*It’s one of the few times Aiden lets go and has fun just to have fun, MC can’t stop smiling afterwards *”You truly are the most incredible person to ever come into my life.”*Aiden loves when MC falls asleep on his chest, he loves running his hands through their hair and the peaceful look on MC’s face, it makes him blush when MC wakes up and he’s just looking at MC’s face smiling.*Aiden loves holding hands, it’s one of the few PDAs he doesn’t frown upon, he loves to feel MC’s fingers laced in his*”I know it’s cheesy to say, but I love the way your hand fits mine. Like finding the perfect piano.”*Aiden doesn’t often say I love you to MC, he worries it becomes less meaningful even though MC says it to him all the time.*”Love doesn’t go away just because you say, I love you, Aiden.” He pulls MC close to him their bodies touching, “I love you, MC.”