#boys plain tshirt

[grabmany]

[jonathanbyersphd]

THE FUNKY SWEATER IS UNDERNEATH THE ORIGINAL JACKET?!!???? Also VIVA LA BUSTY CRUSTY MUSTY WHITE CONVERSE

[garpond]

i look autistic in htese shoes im gonna kill myself 😭

[cherrynflowergarden]

disgusting(ly in love) || matt sturniolo

an; hiiii my loves how are y'all?? someone please give me some ideas for this i wanna make one for chris too:( this was originally supposed to be for 10 mins but i ran out of ideas and ended up making it 8 mins THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU ALL<33

summary; a youtube compilation of matt and yn being in love for 8 mins.

tagged; @t1llysblogs

matt was bored. and on youtube. having stumbled upon a video titled "MATT AND YN BEING DISGUSTING(LY IN LOVE)!!!??? tw happy couple (ew)" he decided he had nothing better to do than watch this.

clip one; sleeping beauties

the clip started with nick going down the stairs and screaming for matt. what he didn't know was yn, matt's girlfriend had stayed over.

expecting matt to be awake, he pushed the door open with his vlog camera on.

there laid matt and yn, all cuddled up on the bed. the blanket covered their tangled legs yet the way matt held his girl against his chest was enough to make everyone jealous of the couple. near them mr wrinkleton, matt's pug plushie and ms bubbles, yn's rabbit plushie cuddled too, almost making it look just like the couple in plushie forms.

a small laugh left nick, as he zoomed the camera into their faces.

clip two; twitch stream

matt was streaming on twitch with his brothers while his girlfriend went out on lunch with her friends.

coming back home, yn did not expect to hear shouts from each brother's room. assuming they were only playing video games with each other, she yelled "honeyyyyyy i'm homeeeeee" right as she entered in matt's room. not giving him any time to answer the girl skipped her way to her boyfriend and sat on his lap; all excited to tell him about the latest gossip session she had with her girls.

but that could wait for a while.

he looked so beautiful that she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, giving a sweet kiss on his lips. pulling away she kissed his cheeks and mumbled "god you're so cute".

giggling softly, the boy pulled her face up and said "thank you baby" she was about to say something when chris screamed "OH MY VIRGIN EYES". laughing at the way her eyes got wide, matt explained "we're streaming baby"

clip three; birthday gift

sometimes yn vloged. since the triplets' birthday was coming soon, she decided to vlog the entire process of shopping for the brothers.

twelve minutes into the video, she was all set and ready with meaningful gifts for each brother. once she put all the gifts in separate bags for each brother, she smiled at the camera. "finally. it was such a tiring day. now only one thing is left to do. y'all remember the paints i brought? well we're doing a fun little craft." taking out the red and pink paints, she went to grab a plain black tshirt.

cutting a heart stencil out of a paper, she stuck the paper to the tshirt's back. applying the fabric paint on her lips she started kissing the cloth between the cutout paper heart. applying different shades of pink and red, she filled kisses in the shape of a heart. laughing at her now smudged 'lipstick' she showed the camera her now ready gift.

"gonna let it dry now. i think i will maybe do something in the front also. not sure. will keep you guys updated!!"

safe to say, matt loved his gift so much that he demanded another kiss tshirt so that he could wear her kisses every day.

clip four; beach

this was a short clip from the hawaii vlog. the triplets, yn, maddie and nate where walking to the beach near hotel. well not all of them were walking through.

yn decided she was too tired to walk today and matt being the absolute angel he is, let her to hop on his back as he carried the girl to the beach.

maddie had vlogged matt carrying his girl on his back, humming to whatever she had to say. the camera captured matt listening carefully to his girlfriend as she spoke animatedly about penguins. the last thing the camera captured was yn repeatedly kissing the boy's cheek as he smiled before chris pushed the couple claiming "it was sick to watch people in love"

clip five; beach again

this was a clip from the same vlog as the last. matt and yn were seen enjoying in the water. splashing water against eachother their joyous laughs could be heard.

suddenly matt lifted the girl up, enjoying her screams of fear. dropping her a little, matt laughed harder as his girl tightened her hold on his neck. "matt i swear to god if you throw me in the water" laughing at her empty threats, matt dropped her down a little.

"MATTEW STURNIOLO"

"but baby i love you" he said as he completely dropped her down.

clip six; deaf, mute and blind challenge

yn sometimes participated in the triplets' videos. right now she was a part of the deaf mute and blind challenge. nick and chris were deaf, matt was mute and she was blind.

it was tough to be blind when she was only one who could actually cook something but nothing goes according to her wish, right?

which brings us to this moment. yn, desperately trying to find the bowl which contained the pancake mixture. looking at his struggling girlfriend, matt came behind her and pulled the bowl towards them. putting the whisk in her hand, he grabbed her from behind and helped her whisk the ingredients together. mumbling a small thank you the girl was finally relieved as the process was almost over.

all while nick and chris danced and screamed to doja cat.

clip seven; grwm

yn was filming a get ready with me to go to a date. while she was putting the make up on, her boyfriend entered the room. saying a quick hi to him she turned back to explain her makeup process to her followers.

"—oh y'all need to try this mascara. it's sooooo good. i literally cried—" hugging the girl matt cut off her rant. he squeezed the girl in his arms as she turned around to place a kiss on his cheek. laughing at the bright red stain her lipstick left on his cheeks she tried to grab a tissue to wipe it off. protesting against it, the boy pulled her closer to him.

clip eight; dancing in the snow

the clip was from a random vlog yn posted. it started off with yn putting her vlog camera on the car's bonet and running towards matt. the two, fully covered in wools from head to toe danced in the snow without any music.

matt twirled his girl, a small laugh leaving him as the girl lost balance and collided with him, pushing the two to the ground.

it may seem silly to others, dancing without any music or laughing like madmen in the snow but to them this was the best moment of their life.

as the video ended, matt pouted at the screen. he now missed his girlfriend. he decided to facetime his girl not knowing chris was right behind him and he recorded matt smiling and blushing at moments with his girlfriend. probably this would end up in another compilation of matt and yn being in love.

[milfcodeddean]

The fact that it is tied is so sad. What if I told you I’m wearing aquaman converse in that photo

[chateaaa]

☆ What dating the blue lock characters feels like

Dating Rin Itoshi includes watching horror movies at 3 am, cuddling together when it's raining, sharing headphones in the bus, having a picture of you in his wallet, giving you his sweater when you're cold, literally keeps anything you give him, cooking for you when your tired, takes candid pictures of you, glares at the boys who is too close when you talk, just because flowers

Dating Reo Mikage includes going on fancy restaurant dates, him paying everything, a poloroid picture of you on the back of his phone, showing you off to his parents, opening the door for you, always giving you flowers, always buying you extravagant gifts, beach dates, buying you a big teddy bear on your birthday, giving you a promise ring

Dating Isagi Yoichi includes holding hands after school, always blushing when you make eye contact, matching keychain in school bag, keeping a picture of you in the back of his school id, going on photobooth dates, giving you tulips and chocolates during valentines day, slow dancing, cuddling together and then oversleeping

Dating Michael Kaiser includes you being his wallpaper, always wearing a necklace with your initials, carrying you like it's nothing, kissing you on top of a counter, hugging you from behind, leaving bite marks on your neck, giving you blue roses, lets you wear anything you want and will literally fight the boys who talks to you, kissing your hands, holding your thighs when driving

Dating Chigiri Hyoma includes helping you in skin care, talking about gossips, watching fashion shows together, you helping him take care of his injured leg, your username being his bio in twitter and instagram, only letting you touch his hair, buys your favorite drink after a long day, library dates, helping you build your outfits, complimenting you in literally everything you wear

Dating Kunigami Rensuke includes hugging you from behind, calling you my love, being passionate about things you like, going on museum dates, having pads and chocolate on hand when you have your period, having a period tracking app to know when you have your period, always carrying an extra ponytail incase you need it, baking desserts

Dating Nagi Seishiro includes calling on discord, matching profile pictures on games, movie dates at home, kisses on the neck, carrying you effortlessly, kissing you to shut you up during an argument, watching anime series together, building a blanket fortress, matching spiderman bracelets, building legos together, arcade dates

Dating Bachira Meguru includes sending memes, sending tiktok videos, doing tiktok dances, going on painting dates, matching frog rings, drawing the both of you and making it his wallpaper, always listening when your ranting about your day, would wear those tshirts that goes like "my girlfriend is better than you", always sharing your food and drink with him :3

Dating Kurona Ranze includes aquarium dates!!, taking care of a shark plushie and calling them our child, letting you style his hair in different hairstyles, making a playlist for you, going to the park at 3 am and pushing you in the swing, fast responses, pecking your lips, saying sorry FIRST during an argument (even if it was your fault)

changed my layout (?) idk it feels kinda plain, anw hope you all like it!!!

i might make part 2 lol

[missuswalker]

𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✮ summary: after peter finishes… well, you know, he can’t stop himself from coming to see you. as if he’s not clingy enough, he can’t help but be all over you. at least he’s (trying) to sit still for once

✮ warnings: brief nsfw content, masturbation (not proofread)

✮ notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts

peter’s mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasn’t exactly the case at the moment, considering it was his own hand. as he pumped himself, he tried his best to remember that little face you make when you cum. he’d been working on this problem of his for way longer than he should have, and he was searching for anything to push him over the edge.

the more he thought about you, your pretty tits, and that hella tight skirt, the closer he could feel his release building. picking up his pace, he bites back a whimper. more thoughts of you didn’t help his attempt at silence, a grunt or two escaping his lips. he pushes his head further back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. free hand balled into a fist, he lets out a low moan, cumming all over his stomach and fingers.

after cleaning himself up, he stares at the photo of you two on his bedside table. he wanted to see you so bad. maybe it was just the post-nut fog, but he just needed you wrapped up in his arms. throwing on some jeans and a tshirt, he lets his mom know he’s heading out with a quick shout. he’s at you window in less than a second, sliding it open. he always told you to lock your window in case a creep decides to crawl in, but, in reality, the only creep that ever used it was him.

“hey, peter,” you greet, not even bothering to turn around. whenever your window was suddenly opened, you automatically knew it was your idiot boyfriend who could never just use the front door. “it’s not peter, it’s a scary murderer and i’m here to kill you,” he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. “oh no,” you say, your tone bored and plain as you continue to study for your exams.

peter rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “not happy to see me?” he teases, his lips connecting with the smooth skin of your neck. you push his face away, writing something down in a tiny notebook, papers scattered across your desk. “i’m studying,” you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.

“come on, babe, let’s hang out, you can study later, yeah?” he hums, nibbling right below your jaw. he absolutely would not be giving up, and you knew it. turning around in your chair, you look up at the silver-haired boy, giving an agitated look. he only gives back an innocent smile, pulling you up by your hand. “why are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,” you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. “no reason.”

pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. “hey, hot stuff,” he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. “hey, dipshit,” you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. “you love me,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. “sometimes,” you joke back, feeling less aggravated at your distraction of a boyfriend. he smiles, his face finding a place in the crook of your neck.

“mm, missed you,” he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. “i missed you, too.” he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. “i love you,” he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. “i love you, too,” you snort, furrowing your eyebrows at his overly-affectionate behavior. eventually he settles, his leg bouncing a bit as he lays next to you, arms loose around your waist. “don’t fall asleep,” you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. “i’m not asleep,” he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.

“yeah, okay.”

“i’m not.”

“shut up.”

short and sweet, i love him sm

(send in requests, i beg)

[thefeverburningalive]

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝖳𝖾𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖨 𝖧𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎.

billie eilish x fem! reader

chapter two | ch1

summary: due to the recent new rule given to your sister by your father, some meddling parties decide the easiest way to get you to date is by paying somebody to take you out. who better to do so then the hot mysterious delinquent?

a/n: part two is here! thank you SO MUCH for the love on the first part<3 sorry this one took so long to write but i really wanted to put my all into it! if you haven’t read the first part then please do before you read this one! requests are open so feel free to send them in:) please like, reblog, and share if you can <3

genre: slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, enemies(ish) to lovers, lowk fboy billie but not actually, eventual topics of drinking & high school parties

warnings: teenage partying (underage drinking), foul language

word count: 3.7k

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“nice ride, vintage fenders. i dig it.” you’re met with the sound of billie’s voice and the scene of her leaning up against your car as you walk out of the small vintage shop. “are you following me?” billie laughs at your annoyance as she gets up and takes a smaller step closer to you. this time she’s wearing some black jeans, slightly less baggy than the ones she wore yesterday, along with a plain white tshirt and a black leather jacket. her hair was down this time with a little pair of dainty glasses decorating her face. “i was at the laundry mat across the street. i recognized your car from yesterday so i came to say hi.” the tone at which she spoke was unreadable, something you also noticed from yesterday, it was hard for you to analyze the true intention of her words. she looks at you like she’s anticipating a response, so with an eye roll you give her one. “hi.” you then swiftly try to enter your car. “not much of a talker, huh?” billie, just as swift, slides her frame between you and the car door- making it impossible for you to close said door. “depends on the topic. didn’t seem like there was much to discuss.” she tilts her head slightly at you, almost like she was confused yet amused. you raise her eyebrow at her and she continues to speak. “you’re really not afraid of me, are you?” billie seemed genuinely intrigued. her question perplexed you, as did she. “why would i be afraid of you?” you say, speaking more genuine then you have been with her. she simply shrugs, tugging her hands into her jacket pockets. “well- most people are.” it’s then your turn to give a slight chuckle. “well- im not most people.” you where pleased with your own response. not that you’re interested in talking to her, but it was fun to sass someone who wasn’t on your usual list. with that billie steps aside while putting her arm out in an ‘after you’ gesture, referring to you entering your own car. you roll your eyes and start the car- but not before noticing the wink billie throws your way. you make sure she catches your scoff before pulling out of the spot to drive home.

later that day, billie’s leaning up against her own car, smoking a cigarette once again while waiting for zoe to come out of the store. “we know what you’re trying to do- with y/n stratford.” billie turns her focus to see cameron and micheal standing beside her. “yeah? and what’re gonna do about it?” billie gives them a dead stare as she speaks. the two boys start to get nervous as they continue to speak. “w-we’re here to help out!” the boys then go on to explain how it was them who planned the whole ordeal. they also proceed to tell her about the information about you they had gotten from bianca, things like your favorite bands, favorite foods, along with the fact that you hated people who smoke. “so how exactly do you expect me to charm a girl who won’t even give me the time of day?” as billie speaks- she starts to get slightly annoyed. despite most people being afraid of her, she’s still always good with the ladies. not being able to get you into her charm was a challenge she’s getting frustrated with. “let’s start with friday night. there’s gonnna be a huge party. it’s the perfect opportunity.” the two seem pretty adamant about this party, but it’s not really billie’s scene. at this point billie notices zoe leave the store with a bag in hand. they give each other a look as zoe entered the passengers seat. “i gotta go. i’ll think about it.” cameron and micheal took a step back as billie entered her car. she starts it with a loud roar and headed off. “god i hope this works.” cameron says to micheal as micheal pats his back.

using the information she just obtained- billie found out that one of your favorite bands, the sleeping, would be playing at one of the local clubs that night. with much dismay billie sat herself at the bar of the club- the last place she’d want to be. “i need water!” you yell to your friend from on the dance floor before approaching the bar. as you order you notice billie sitting there, beer in hand. “you know, if you plan on asking me out again, you better just get it over with.” you say- mostly shout- to billie. she glances up then take a sip of her drink. “would you mind? you’re kind of ruining the music for me.” this makes you actually laugh. “you’re not surrounded by your usual smoke cloud.” you state the observation, actually holding conversation with the girl. “i know. i quit. they’re apparently bad for you.” billie has a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she remains seated, looking up at you. “you know, these guys are no jimmy eat world or taking back sunday, but they’re not bad.” she speaks once more, keeping her attention on the stage at the other end of the large room. “you know who taking back sunday is?!” you choke down the smile that dares to spread across your face, although for once billie is able to see through you. this makes her grin before continuing. “why? you don’t? y’know i was watching you out there before,, never seen you look so sexy mamas.” billie throws a wink your way as you cringe at the nickname. you take note that this isn’t the first time she’s called you that. the persistent girl then finally notices the amount of people watching her, realizing they all heard her call you sexy. she scratches the back of her neck slightly embarrassed of the attention and this makes you smirk as you cross your arms. “come to the party with me y/n.” that’s the first time she’s called you by your name. “you don’t give up, do you billie?” you seemed it only fitting to use her name in turn. “was that a yes?” billie now stands up infront of you. “no.” you state as you start to walk away from billie and towards your friends. “well, was that a no?!” billie shouts to you, cupping her hands around her mouth so her words reach you. “no!” you shout back over your shoulder, an unmistakable smile lightly displayed across your face.

friday night

as you walk down the stairs, you hear bianca and your father bicker. she’s begging him to let her and her friend go to the party. “daddy everyone expects me there!!” she shouts with her usual annoying whine-coated tone. “do you know about any party y/n?” your father turns his attention to you now. you simply shrug your shoulders, you knew about this party and how much it meant to bianca. as much as you two didn’t always get along she was still your sister, so you didn’t want to ruin her shot of going with your opinions. “bianca you’re not going unless your sister goes.” your fathers words make the both of your jaws drop. bianca turns to you and puts her hands on your shoulders. “can you please, just for one night, forget that you’re completely wretched and just be my sister? please y/n?? please do this for me!” even with her insults you could tell bianca was sincere. you closed your eyes and sighed. “fine. i’ll make an appearance i guess.” you gave in, and it makes both bianca and her friend start to jump up and down and scream with joy. your dad starts to give the two a lecture so you use the opportunity to slip back upstairs so you could change out of your lounge clothes. you settle on a pair of dark blue wash flair miss me jeans, along with an off the shoulder slightly baggy black long sleeved shirt. you slip into your beat up vans and head back downstairs. the three of you go to head out the door, but standing outside- mid knock in motion- is billie. “what are you doing here??” billie’s wearing a matching baggy tshirt and short set with some knee high socks, black shoes and bandana around her head. “it’s friday. im here to take you to the party.” you scoff and slide past her. “whatever. im driving.” and with that all four of you where off to the party. the second you arrive you’re met with loud music and drunken imbeciles. bianca and her friend immediately dissapeared, leaving you with just billie. “ayyyy look who crawled her way out of hell! lookin good tonight y/n!” joey stands infront of you, his friends whistling behind him. “fuck off joey. you’re too close, i can see your receding hairline.” you cross your arms and walk away, at this point you even lost billie. “aw cmon where you goin’?” joey jogs up to you and keeps your pace. “away.” you try to ignore him, but he doesn’t quit. “your sister here?” this makes you stop dead in your tracks. “you stay away from my sister.” you lean in close, your pointer finger pushing against his chest. he laughs and throws his arm up. “oh i’ll stay away from your sister, but i cannot guarantee she’ll stay away from me.” the cockiness and mockery that smothered his voice makes your blood boil. he seems satisfied firing you up and heads off in the direction of a bunch of guys chugging beer kegs. “oh fuck this.” giving in, you grab a red solo cup and fill it with whatever vile liquor was in the large kitchen. within thirty five minutes you’re already drunk.

billie had absolutely no idea where you went. one minute she was following behind you, and the next you’re completely out of her sight. just as she was about to give up she notices you over by a kitchen island, taking a shot, and pouring yourself another. “what’re you doing? ‘ve been lookin all over the place for you.” there’s a rosey hue that covers your cheeks due to the alcohol consumption, your guard and attitude are down as well. “psh i’m getting trashed man. isnt that what you’re supposed to do at a party?” you’re actually smiling as you speak. billie’s never seen anyone so.. pretty. maybe it was just the alcohol talking, for the both of you, but there was something about you that stood out to her. you then pushed past billie, letting her catch a wiff of your pistachio and vanilla perfume, and grabbed another drink. billie sighed and came to stand directly in front of you to take the drink. “hey hey, how ‘bout you let me have this one, huh?” you swerve your arm before she could take the bottle from you. “no! this one’s mine!” you make a quick run for it and leave billie stranded in the kitchen. she honestly wasn’t sure what to do. she thought about letting you get drunk and let loose- but apart of her knew that you’d be extremely unhappy by the morning. the sound of the cheering of your name and whistling pulls billie out of her thoughts. as she looked up she saw you standing on a coffee table, dancing and singing to whatever awful song is playing. more and more people gathered to watch as you sway your hips and run your fingers through your hair. billie pushed people out of her way to stand right beside the table, making sure not to take her eyes off of you as you stumble and dance. when you finally notice billie you attempt to say something to her, but before you can, you trip over your shoelaces. you prepared yourself to hit the ground but you’re met with strong, soft, arms. billie had caught you. all you could do was stare at her face. you’d never really looked that closely at it. from this angle, you could see all the soft freckles that decorated her face. her lips where a soft pink- just like her cheeks. her eyes where light blue yet somehow so deep, almost hypnotizing. “are you okay mamas?” billie held genuine concern for you, you could tell. what are you thinking? getting all soft. you should know better. don’t be weak. you then pushed billie away as you stood up. “ ‘m fine.” you attempt to walk away but you stumble and are forced to put a hand on billie’s shoulder to balance yourself. “you’re not fine. cmon.” billie puts your arm fully around her while placing her own around your waist. the taller girl starts to lead you through the crowded house, heading to the back door. “js needta.. sit.” was all you said- a pitiful attempt of a protest. billie says nothing in response while continuing to lead you now that you’re out in the backyard.

“cmon, here, sit down.” billie places you carefully onto a swing seat- but not before you slip and fall on your back. “jesus y/n- the last thing you need is a concussion.” billie gets you up and guides you back to the swing. she holds it while you plop yourself down, insuring that you don’t fall off. you get annoyed at her holding you up. “ugh you’re so patronizing.” billie laughs as she slowly lets you go. she places herself on the swing next to you but still turns her body to face you. “leave it up to you to use big words when you’re fucked up.” a silence falls over you two. for the first time neither of you know what to say next. every interaction that took place between the two of you had always had some sort of comment, rebuttal, question or answer. but now there was only silence. it was killing you now that some of the alcohol was wearing off, enough to make you aware but yet still tipsy enough to be lose. “why are you doing this?” you broke the silence. you wanted answers so you broke the silence. “well, you could get sick.. plus i gotta make sure you didn’t hit your head hard enough to do some damage.” billie’s answer wasn’t exactly what you wanted to hear. sure, that may be why she’s currently doing what she’s doing, but that didn’t answer what you actually wanted to know. “you wouldn’t care if i never woke up.” you crossed your right leg over your left, letting the other bounce up and down. “sure i would.” you give her a look that makes her laugh, and it’s almost contagious. almost. “if you didn’t wake up then i’d have to start taking out girls who actually like me.” billie responded while leaning her body the slightest bit closer to you. you rolled your eyes and looked away. “like you could find one.” billie lets out a smaller, shorter, laugh now. “see! that there. who needs affection when i have blind hatred?” you couldn’t lie, that made you laugh a little. you sighed with a slight smile. “i don’t really know you.” you say as you look up at the sky, admiring some of its stars. billie pauses for a moment, debating on what to say next. “then again you don’t really know me either.” after adding that part in, you brought your focus back to billie. her expression softens, she looks down at her own hands, before looking back at you, then back at her hands. “eilish. uh- my middle name is eilish. i always thought my last name was silly so i started introducing myself with my middle name when i was a kid.” even though she wasn’t looking at you, you where looking at her. “billie eilish. hm. has a nice ring to it.” your response gets her to lock eyes with you, noticing that you have a smile plastered on your face. this time you weren’t trying to hide it. “i can’t believe i drank so muchhh im so dumb.” you change the topic with a whine and put your head in your hands while leaning on your knees. “yeaaah i definitely didn’t picture you to be the party type.” billie didn’t want to push to ask why, but almost as if you could read her mind, you started to speak. “i let him get to me.” picking your head up with a sigh, you look back at her. “why though?” this time billie allows herself to push just the slightest bit. “i hate him.” you both pause, looking at each other, and then break out into a small fit of laughter. “well you’ve chosen the perfect revenge. tequila.” her small dig made you roll your eyes. “yeah yeah. no need to remind me eilish.” this was your first time giving her a nick name instead of the other way around. you didn’t notice, but this caused a small blush to creep across her face. “mhm. well i told you something about me, so do i get to hear something about you?” billie speaks with a slight nervous tone, almost like she’s unsure if she’s saying the right thing. you think for a few seconds, unsure of what you should or shouldn’t share. “i play the guitar. nothing fancy, im self taught, but it’s something i enjoy doing in solitude.” once again silence falls over you.

billie goes to say something but notices you leaning against the swings chain with your eyes closed. “y/n?” no response. she leans a little closer. “y/n??” once again no response. she quickly gets up and knees in front of you, bringing her hand to your face as she softly taps over and over again on your cheek. “hey, hey, hey- shit fuck- no no, y/n wake up- y/n can you hear me??” this makes you blink your eyes open and lean into her touch. your faces merely inches apart. “hey.. im up.. ‘js tired.” neither of you move. “y’know.. your eyes are so pretty.” you say just barley above a whisper. billie sighs with a smile, and also relief. she realizes her hand is still cupping your face, so she quickly pulls away. like clockwork a wave of nausea hits you. you turn your body around in the seat and start to throw up. it wasn’t a lot- but enough to make you audibly groan. “aaaand on that note, let’s get you home.” she pats your back and lets you finish up before helping you up and walks you to the car. billie of course took your keys the second she caught you from falling, so naturally she gets in the drivers seat. you didn’t even question it. you sip on some water as billie turns on the radio before she starts to drive you home. the sound of one of your favorite songs causes you to slightly turn up the volume. “god i love no doubt. such a good band.” billie only hums in response. “i should do this.” you say as billie then takes a quick look at you before bringing her attention back to the road. “do what?” she had no idea what you where talking about. “this!” you point to the radio. “start a band?” her question makes you scoff. “no become a car stereo. yes start a band! my father would looove that.” you lean your head against the back of the seat and start to look out the window. a part of you dreads going back home. “you don’t strike me as the type that would ask your father for permission.” billie doesn’t look at you, but it takes everything in her not to. “oh so you think you know me?” you turn your body in the passengers seat to face her a little more. billie chuckles and steals a quick look at you before leaning her right elbow on the center console and using her left hand to steer the car. “i’m gettin there.” billie says as she stops at a red light. “the only thing people know about me is that i’m ‘scary’ and a bitch.” you use finger quotes when saying the word scary while emphasizing the description others gave you. “yeah well i’m not a picnic either.” she looks at you after speaking, coincidentally at the same time you look at her- almost like the two of you are sharing a moment of connection before billie sees the light turn green from her peripheral vision. she turns back to the road and continues to drive. it gets quiet once more so billie begins to talk again. “so, what’s up with your dad? is he a pain in the ass?” you could tell billie’s question was genuine. “no not really, he just wants me to be someone i’m not.” after responding you notice the two of you are approaching your house. “who?” billie asks while putting the car into park. “bianca.” the question and answer was cut and dry. “ah bianca.. no offense or anything, i know everyone digs your sister, but uhm.. i think you’re the better stratford sister.” billie’s now turned towards you, leaning back in her seat. you start to stare at her, a little bit of new found admiration fills your chest. “you know, you’re not as vile as i thought you where.” you where now leaning in to her. inching closer and closer, lips parting, the want to kiss her taking over your whole body. you thought this is what you wanted, what she wanted, what you both wanted. but before your lips could connect with hers, she slightly pulls back and clears her throat before speaking. “maybe we should uh- do this another time.” you couldn’t even describe the intense emotions you felt. anger. disappointment. embarrassment. nothing was said before you stormed out of the car, slamming it shut.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

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[grabmany]

best blue oversized plain tshirt from grabmany

[guardpupleo]

oh, darling, you make for such a pretty boy, you know that?

you look so much like a fag with your five o'clock shadow in that dress. you've always been pretty, but god, you're a pretty boy now. and that just feels different, being called that, doesn't it?

you really oughta let it grow out a little.. shave it just a little longer for me? yes, i know it's barely there in a lot of places. you gotta get through the awkward growth phase to actually get a beard like mine. mines still filling out evenly, anyway. it takes time, handsome.

you're more of a boy in this dress and in your skirts and everything in your wardrobe you adore than any plain man off the street in his jeans and tshirt. you're more of a man than them, at the very least.

it makes you so much hotter to me, too. seeing you stand proud as that man in a dress. man in a skirt, a sleazy chest window top, anything people would deem 'girly.' you look better as a man in a dress than a girl in a dress, anyway..

[barbiedemonaco]

as promised— some girl!driver fashion moodboards !!! starting off with my personal favs charles & george & lewis ❤️🩵💜

lengthy explanation + some more headcanons for each below:

i *personally* believe these three would be very traditionally feminine so this is reflected in my choices again this is all according to my *personal* headcanon which might not be the same as yours and that’s ok.. and yes they wouldn’t be decked out in designer/editorial 24/7 they’re athletes so they’d most likely live in puma or nike tech or lululemon or something idk but if they made as much money as their canon counterparts they might as well serve cunt on a daily basis idc this is my blog and i make the rules

charles

- warm autumn; lots of red obvi i don’t care that canonically charles’ favorite color is blue You’re Red Because I Say So

- i feel like she would get a little quirky and avant-garde with it… she does not have a single plain white tshirt it’s All statement pieces

- following up with the last point some of the cuter stuff i found were cropped tops and all that but i also wanted to pay homage to boy charles who’s a cozy mouse so we also have some cute sweaters in here for her..

- didn’t know how to showcase this here but she wouldn’t wear a bra and it is important to me that you know that

- slight animal theme here with the cheetah print and tabi flats.. it just makes Sense To Me

- for the making of these moodboards i didn’t really look for specific brands or fashion houses i would just pick pieces from my own pinterest boards as i scrolled through them but ive said time and time again that charles would be a die hard miu miu girl it just makes sense to me !!!

- keywords: playful + eclectic + romantic

george

- cool summer; i went with light and airy colors so lots of cream and cyan and powder blue

- silhouette wise i wanted to go with tight/confining pieces ?? to show off her self-discipline and uptightness… character design 101

- i feel like she’d (FOOLISHLY and BLASPHEMOUSLY) be self-conscious of her height so shoe-wise she’d do flats/oxfords/loafers/boat shoes (lol i know..) but if she *had* to wear something more formal she’d go with kitten heels

- keywords: intellectual + subdued + structured

lewis

- bright spring; i stuck with purple/magenta/silver as the main colors on this moodboard for the sake of visual cohesion but i feel like her wardrobe would be much much much more colorful

- with this one i knewww i needed to step my pussy game up bc of who we’re dealing with… someone who knows Actual Fashion.. so i knew i could not for the life of me make something ugly or god forbid boring

- lots of fun glitzy glamour ! i had to physically restrain myself from not doing just cunty clubwear bc this is meant to be for present-day self-actualized crunchy granola lewis not old testament hooking-up-with-rihanna lewis.. ik that version of herself speaks to her like venom

- like boy lewis i feel like she would like to show off her guns so lots of sleeveless tops 🙂���↕️ but also some more billowing silhouettes !

- she’s tiny so she’d lovee to wear a big ass platform

- keywords: glamorous + sleek + futuristic

[ventique18]

OMFG WHAT!!! The new merch have the boys as models I'M CRYING!! They look so cute though wth! You're gonna convince me to buy a plain black shirt with a tiny print LOL

WE'RE GONNA GET DIASOMNIA IN TSHIRTS OMFG WE'RE GONNA SEE THEIR LORE-INACCURATE NOODLE ARMS 😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣😭😂🤣😂😭

[ashxketchum]

They uploaded the video where Agumon, Gabumon, Veemon and Wormon will call out names of fans and look! We get a glimpse at Taichi, Yamato, Daisuke and Ken's rooms!

You know what this means? It's time for a certified Ayushi breakdown 🫡

There is so much blue in Taichi's room hahaha (taiyama win!), the soccer magazines + jump manga reference is so on point. And he has so many bags! Taichi why do you need so many backpacks, one for every outfit? 😆 THE DUMBBELLS THO my boy is working out to maintain that body we got a glimpse of in Tri 😌 The whistle hanging on the wall is also a nice touch, is it Hikari's whistle from when they were kids? 🥹 Or even if it's not, I'd like to imagine a scenario where Taichi helps Hikari with her kindergarten schoolwork occasionally by coaching football to the little kids in his free time! Can you imagine him running around with little kids who are about as tall as the football itself 🤣 I tried to zoom in to figure out what the magazine on his desk is for, and I could make out the word Nakano, so maybe it's just something he picked up on his way home (maybe he lives around Nakano?) since it looks slightly crumpled too, like it was shoved in his bag in a rush. His phone (and is that a wallet?) feel pretty standard. He is the only one who doesn't have a lamp on his desk + has some kind of reminder post-its stuck to his desktop, maybe he's not so good with passwords? Koushiro probably always lectures him about this every time he visits.

Now let's talk about Yamato, FIRST OF ALL I WILL SCREAM ABOUT THE KOD TSHIRT! HE STILL WEARS IT! I'M CRYING RIGHT NOW!!! And then his guitars because I swear I did a one hour deep dive trying to figure out the brand and model and I think they're both Fender (an expensive brand I would say) which once again makes me wonder how much money does the TakaIshi family has for their sons to have expensive, bikes, cars and guitars. TO TOP IT OFF Yamato is definitely an Apple bitch too like look at that monitor and keyboard, that's Mac and his phone is very clearly Iphone. Now his room follows a very warm, muted tones of black and brown. We can spot some music related magazines on his shelf and a big, plain tote bag on the ground (see Taichi one big bag should be enough 🤣) which looks like something he uses for grocery shopping. Yamato is the only one who doesn't have a wheelie computer chair, but rather a wooden one. Now whether he did this to follow the aesthetic of the room (highly likely) or because he doesn't actually spend a lot of time in this space is something we can all think about. He has a framed portrait or photo(?) up on the wall and I did consider him more of a framed art guy over a poster guy always so this is good to see too. Also nice to note that on his desk, he has THE HARMONICA 😭 And the same Jump issue that Taichi has on his shelf! His room is honestly a lot like how I imagined it to be in terms of the furniture and colours so I'm very happy with this sneak peek!

I am not qualified to comment on Daisuke and Ken's rooms, so will leave that to 02 fans!

[minyard-05]

Can I have some aaron minyard hcs 🥹?

gladly! i'll talk about him any day

post-trial, it's easier to tell him and andrew apart because aaron grows his hair out a bit more, mostly because he hates getting it cut until he learns to do it himself. nicky thinks its great and keeps messing with it until aaron threatens to shave it into a mullet and nicky almost has a heart attack

a few of his non-fox friends are in a band together and one of their shows is the first official date he takes katelyn at the start of their third year

he gestures a lot whilst talking, and wont stop or break his flow if you hand him something so katelyn and some of their other friends started experimenting with how many various objects they could get him to gesture with before he noticed

he doesn't know how to drive and doesn't want to learn (#publictransitking) but katelyn does and he's happy to be a passenger princess

cd collector, thinks vinyl is dumb, has had multiple long conversations about this with matt

the t-shirts he owns consist of three varieties: band shirts, shirts with stupid science references or jokes on them, or plain colors. he's also never wearing just a tshirt and jeans, the dude layers to hell and back he's usually wearing a minimum of 3 layers in the winter, often a tshirt plus a hoodie or flannel plus a jacket

wears katelyn's vixens jacket more than he wears his own foxes jacket, usually because she has it and he lost track of it two months ago

in third year, after the deal is broken, the trial is over, and aaron gets to come out of his shell more, he is first interrogated by the vixens, but after he passes their test, he hangs out with them a lot and becomes the group's token singular guy friend. steps into the role with ENTHUSIASM. is dubbed sk8er boi on the group chat. he rides to away games on their bus with them and the whole squad basically adopts him. like a puppy

after 5 years at palmetto, 5 years of various shenanigans, parties and all kinds of other shit, aaron starts med school having kissed 3 men total. it is your guess as to who they are.

insomniac, absolutely not a pyjama guy, he just falls asleep in whatever he's wearing and gets berated by nicky for sleeping in jeans

drinks coffee black or not at all

CAN play guitar. has stepped in for that band i mentioned earlier exactly once and hasn't performed since. he did enjoy it though and he is decently proficient at guitar. he picked it up in high school because he was able to take lessons an hour before school started, which ended up a perfect excuse to leave the house before tilda was awake, and then not get back until after exy practice. he drops it for a while between high school and palmetto, he doesn't play during the main trilogy taking place, but andrew gets him his first guitar after the trial is over

goes to stay with katelyn's family for the summer before he has to be back in SC for the trial but they leave early because her parents and a couple older relatives don't approve. he calls matt, who agrees to pick him up and take him to stay with randy in NY until the trial. katelyn tries to come with him but he tells her to stay with her family. she meets him in SC when he comes back

oh my god the dude had such an emo phase. he never dyed his hair but he definitely spent like a year wearing all black when he was 14 and the release of three cheers for sweet revenge in 2004? absolutely life changing. the black parade came out right before halloween in TRK, that album was doing SO MUCH for him

dog person (has a lab puppy named lily that katelyn got him when they got into medical school)

later on he's absolutely Terrified of being a father (even though he's good at it). after they find out they're having twin girls, katelyn has to stay overnight in the hospital, so the nurses tell him to go home and rest but he's too freaked to sleep. he calls wymack instead and wymack picks him up and on the drive back to he and abby's house, aaron talks about all of it– his mom, his fear of being like her, and he's terrified of the twins ending up like him and andrew, terrified that shitty siblings runs in the family. he spends the night with wymack and abby, who take care of him, promise to help out and babysit when aaron and katelyn need, and wymack basically says "look man if i can deal with the foxes for five years, you can take care of your girls". they're born a couple months later, wymack and abby keep their promise, and aaron is exactly as good a dad as they said he would be

[lucdacuslady]

hi this is my first fic!!! hopefully i’m able to write more :), please send suggestions you have :)

pov: you’ve been dating julien for a few years and accompanied the boys on the tour. you decide that tonight is a special night to pop the question

reader x julien baker fluff

you’re taking your usual spot side stage, a perfect view of your tattooed, some would call a rockstar girlfriend singing her little heart out on stage. on a usual night you are usually obnoxiously screaming every single lyric, and certainly being a spectacle, most fans posting your dance moves and utter love for the boys on twitter. but tonight feels different, your hands have never felt more clammy, and there’s a quiet sense to your extroverted demeanor. something that isn’t normal.

the boys have their last check backstage and the brunette comes up to you wrapping her tattooed hands around your waist. “hey angel, are you okay? you usually are fluttering around, i’ve barely heard a word out of you.” she says pressing a kiss against your temple you stare at lucy and phoebe, “sorry j, it’s nothing, i think i’m just exhausted and ready to be in our actual bed tonight” you say facing her. “ill be alright once the show starts, i’ll be waiting for you right here when you’re finished” you add kissing her.

“i love you baby” she says heading out to her spot on stage

“love you more jb!” you yell back

“see you out there kiddo” lucy says quietly giving your head a small kiss before joining your partner.

~flashback to two weeks prior~

“hey luce?” you say to the ravenette quietly as julien was taking a shower on the bus.

“yeah what’s up?” she says looking up from her book

“so i want to propose to julien, like big time propose and i want y’all involved because you all are all so close, i’ve spoken to her dad, i’ve talked to my parents. i could 1000% go on and on about how much i love your best friend and-”

lucy interrupts you “don’t say anything else, i have a perfect plan” she smiles so big at you.

~end of flashback~

half of the set is already completed, the solo album trio is coming up, with favor first. your hands are sweating as you fiddle with the ring box in your baggy jeans. you changed into a nicer outfit than your standard jb tshirt and jeans. and luckily julien is so enthralled in what’s happening on stage as both of your family flew in to see tonight’s show, she’s truly giving it her all.

you can’t help but tear up when david begins to play. knowing that you watched this trio of songs happen in real time. how much growing you both have done and how much love still remains. favor ends.

“Graceland Too” begins to play…

~flashback to 5 days ago~

you, phoebe and lucy sit in the green room while Julien is on the phone with whom ever.

“okay this is going to be the plan.” phoebe says looking at you. “i’m going to start Graceland, like normal, you’re going to sing the second verse, to the bridge and then we will sing the rest and turn off y’all’s mics so you can “privately” be all sappy” she says sitting back with a smirk on her face.

“that sounds amazing pheebs” you say finally wrapping it around you head you are about to marry your best friend.

~end of flashback~

phoebe begins the song, you just around out of plain sight to get out any last minute nerves and wait for the end of verse one, someone pack stage gives you a microphone and you receive the cue from lucy, who is also holding back tears as it’s common for julien to get so emotional during this part in the lineup.

“she could go home, but she’s not going to”

you walk out

“so she picks a direction it’s 90 to Memphis turns up the music so thoughts don’t intrude predictively winds up, thinking of Elvis and wonders if he believed songs could come true”

you walk out, singing those lyrics which at the time were so true, julien stops dead in her tracks, the crowd screams. you motion at her to take her guitar off. she does and hand it to a person working tech. you shut off the microphone and pull out one of her inears. you grab both of her hands and take a deep breath before staring into this big bambi eyes you love so much.

“julien rose baker, jb, my sweet angel. my personal chef, my moon and my everything, my best friend” you begin

julien is sobbing, lucy and phoebe continue to sing the piece.

“i have loved every second of the past 4 years, i’ve loved growing into a person with my perfect person. and i can’t imagine it any other way. i want to continue to grow this perfect foundation with you, heal the cracks and build a perfect, beautiful chapel with you. you are where i feel safe, where i feel the most like me, you are my perfect person julien, so if you would do me the favor” you say, fumbling for the box in your pocket and jumping to one knee.

“julien rose baker, will you give me the absolute gift of marrying you” you say looking into those large brown orbs again.

she reaches down to you getting on her knees

“jesus christ yes, yes yes yes yes” she tackles you to the floor both of you crying

she rolls the two of you over, kissing you so hard you can’t breathe.

“said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment”

you place the ring on her finger, it fitting beautifully

“i love you baby” you say kissing the side of her head.

“i love you more princess”

the song finishes, lucy and phoebe run over to give a huge hug. both of the sobbing

“congratulations lovebirds” phoebe says “let’s finish this show so we can all celebrate this!!”

[eomayas]

new thing (pt.2) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f reader, age gap

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!!! chanyeol is a munch! little bit fluffy

synopsis: after running into chanyeol, he asks you out on a date, and you’re the dessert.

warnings: oral (f receiving), praise, p in v, pwp

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it certainly wasn’t the last time you saw chanyeol. no, you saw him exactly three days after that, when you ran into him at a supermarket you rarely ever shop at. you were simply in the area, because it’s close to your job, and bumped into him on your way to check out. all you had in your hands was a package of wholegrain crackers that you and seulgi liked, and kombucha. he, on the other hand, had a basketful of stuff, which made you feel extremely young.

he noticed you first, your name leaving his lips in a way that made your heart jump and your stomach flip. you didn’t know why you were nervous—you ran into people you’ve had sex with before—but it was different, seeing him outside of the bar setting. he was in a plain black tshirt, black joggers, sneakers, and a yankee hat; the outfit should not have set you off, but it did. the simple sexiness of it all made your core jump.

you said hi, and you’re grateful that he’s personable, because you forgot how to hold a conversation. he could definitely sense your nervousness, and kept the conversation short, ending it with asking you to lunch exactly a week from the first time you guys had sex. you were stunned, but you said yes, of course.

that saturday came around, and you guys met at a brunch restaurant that you’d probably only ever go to if you and seulgi have good news, or really wanted to treat yourselves. the inside was beautiful and the menu was expensive, and chanyeol didn’t even flinch to pull his card out and pay for you meal. it shocked you, and you hoped you didn’t show it because you’re used to men either wanting to split the bill, or begrudgingly pulling out their wallets.

you learned that day that he’s the oldest sibling to a younger brother, that he’s a music producer and songwriter, and that he originally went to school for data science before dropping out to pursue music. he doesn’t check his phone the entire time you are both together, and he checks on you to make sure you made it home thirty minutes after you leave. he asks you questions about yourself, and smiles when you start most of your sentences with ‘ummm’, whereas the men—boys—you’ve been with before him would have lost interest in what you were saying immediately. it’s safe to say chanyeol is a real man compared to your exes, and it’s a very foreign experience, though not unpleasant and unwelcomed. before the night was over, he asked to see you again, which is currently what you’re getting ready for on a friday night.

you finish clasping your large hoops in your ear and do a once-over in the mirror. you thin black dress clings to your body in all of the right ways, but it’s real intent is for chanyeol to rip it off of you by the end of the night.

“okay, seul, how do i look?” you ask, stepping out of your room and poking into the doorway or hers. seulgi looks at you and screeches, clapping her hands together.

“bitch, you look too good!” she yells, and you pose dramatically in her doorway. “i take it you won’t be coming home tonight?” seulgi asks, a grin on her face.

you blush at the thought of staying with chanyeol. “we’ll see,” is all you say, but you’re hoping that she’s correct. your phone buzzes in your shoulder bag, and you quickly slide it off of your shoulder to answer the call. you can barely keep the smile off of your face as you say, “hi.” into the receiver.

“hey, y/n, im outside,” chanyeol says, and you all but rush to say ‘okay’, and quickly hang up.

“was that chanyeol?” seulgi asks and you nod, giddy even though you’ve seen him twice since the very first time you met. “have fun! use a condom!” she says, digging in her bedside drawer and tossing one to you before you leave. you catch it and put it in your bag, just in case.

outside, his matte black corvette awaits. chanyeol gets out of the car to greet you, smiling when he sees you. you try to keep your walk as normal as you can with his eyes on you, and he holds out a hand once you get close. “hey,” he says, gently tugging you close.

“hi,” he gives you a soft kiss on your lips, one of his hands on the small of your back. he pulls away and opens the passenger door for you and you thank him, sliding in. he discreetly checks out your backside as you get in, and runs a hand through his hair. it was going to be a long night.

chanyeol helps you out of his car, and you gaze up at his large house in awe. it’s a huge tan house with a black door and a slanted roof. large windows adorn the upper level of the house, one dead center which looks like it’s supposed to be the window a sun room. “nice,” you say, glancing over at him. he shrugs to be modest, but he knows he has a nice house—he worked for it.

he grabs your hand and leads you to the front door, unlocking it and pulling you inside. it’s even more excellent inside, and you can’t believe you’re actually in a home like this and know somebody with a home like this. chanyeol gives you a tour of the entire downstairs, showing you the kitchen that has a smart refrigerator and stainless steel appliances, the large living room with ample room and a large tv, and a large, gray L-shaped sofa.

“do you want anything to drink? i have water, wine… uh… tequila?” he says after you two finish downstairs and go back towards the kitchen.

“i’m good, thanks,” you say. he nods and closes the fridge, gesturing to the stairs for you to start going up. you do, and he follows after you. he can’t help but keep his eyes on your ass, and when you guys get to the top of the stairs, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, placing a kiss on your neck. you reach back and put a hand on the side of his face, holding him there briefly as he starts walking you to a room that you can only presume is his.

you appear to be correct when you push the door open. chanyeol straightens up and loosens his hood on you. “sorry, this was a douche move—let me show you the sun room,” he says, pulling you out and across the hall to a room where you can imagine spending every hour of everyday. there are plants strewn around, some hanging from the ceiling, and a comfortable looking tan couch. there’s also a reading nook, and lots of pillows and blankets for maximum comfort. in front of the window is a telescope, and you go over to it. “do you use this a lot?” you ask him, putting your eye to the lens and looking out at the moon. you let out a small gasp, feeling like a kid at the planetarium.

chanyeol shrugs behind you, stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket. “sometimes, yeah,” he replies, and you turn around, a smile on your face.

“well, it’s really cool in here,” you say, walking back over and standing in front of him. chanyeol smiles down at you and gently grabs your chin, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

you let him lead you back into his bedroom, where you drop onto the corner of his bed to start unlacing your heels. chanyeol removes his jacket and hangs it up in the closet like an adult, whereas you’d just throw it on the closest surface and deal with it another day. his room is quite literally spotless, and everything looks like it belongs.

chanyeol comes back from putting his coat away and notices you’re still removing one shoe, sirs down next to you, grabbing the foot you haven’t started on yet, placing it in his lap, and untying your heels that lace all the way up your calf. when both of your shoes are off, you thank him and flex your foot to relieve some of the pain of the heels. he gently kneads at your calf and you want to sigh at the gesture, but you keep it to yourself. “i’ve had a lot of fun tonight,” you say to him, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly.

“i’m glad,” he says, leaning over and kissing you with more force than the last one. his hand stills on your calf while his other one slide up your thigh and tugs you closer to him, so he’s sitting sideways in between your legs.

chanyeol adjusts so you’re lying flat on the bed and he’s hovering over you, the chain he typically keeps tucked into a shirt dangling in front of your face. you put a hand on the back of his neck and pull him down to you, hooking a leg around his waist as you kiss him deeply. he moves his lips down to your neck and you hold onto his shoulders and grind your lower half into him. “take this dress of, pretty girl,” he says, pulling away from you and resting on his knees.

you can’t help but blush at the pet name and quickly pull your arms out of your sleeves and push the dress down you legs. he helps you by pulling it down the rest of the way and leaving you in a black bra and matching underwear. you feel shy under his gaze, even though you’ve already had sex with him before. but this feels more intimate—it is more intimate than the first time—and you haven’t felt this shy since the time you lost your virginity.

you prop yourself up on your elbows as his eyes rake across your body. his drags his fingertips down your abdomen to the tops of your thighs, and goosebumps rise on your skin. because you can’t take the way he’s looking at you, you lean up and kiss him, pulling him back down to you. you slide your hands down his back and underneath his shirt, feeling the skin of his muscular back. you swear he flexes to show off, because when he pulls away to rip off his shirt, he has a cocky grin on his face.

chanyeol kisses you deeply before kissing down your body, starting with your left leg and kissing all the way down to your ankle before doing the same thing on the right side, but going up.

he pulls your underwear down, and you open your legs wider and bend them so he has more space. you expect him to start fingering you, but instead he moves his face down to your heat, and you quickly sit up. “no, chanyeol, you don’t have to do that,” you say, trying to scoot away from him. most of the guys you’ve been with weren’t into giving oral, so you stopped asking or expecting them to do it.

chanyeol looks up at you, confusion etched on his face. “but… i want to,” he says, his eyes boring into yours.

“you want to?” you ask, disbelief in your voice. he chuckles and you tense as the sound vibrates off of your core.

“yes, y/n, i want to eat you out. is that okay?” he asks, kissing the inside of your knee. when he sees the look on your face, his eyebrows furrow. “wait—have you never been given head before?” he asks.

you feel embarrassed to shake your head, because he seems so into it. “i mean, no, i guess i haven’t,” you say, looking away from him.

“do you want me to?” he asks, his hand absentmindedly stroking your calf.

you do. you’re so used to giving, it’d be nice to receive, especially when it’s a mutual want. you look down at him and see it in his eyes—he looks like he’s been given a plate of food after starving for so long.

you nod your head. “yes,” you say. chanyeol licks his lips and looks down at your pussy, holding himself back from completely ravishing you.

“just lay back, and relax, y/n,” he says, flicking his eyes up to meet you before going back down to your cunt. you let out a breath and do as he says, relaxing your legs and looking up at the ceiling. “and look at me.” he orders. when you do, he immediately connects his lips to your second pair, and starts licking and sucking.

you gasp and start to close your legs, but he muscles them open using his shoulders. you squirm as he flicks his tongue back and forth, suckling on your clit. “stop moving,” he says, not removing his face from in between your legs. you keep yourself still, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the feeling of his voice against your core.

your back arches off the bed when he chooses to add his long, thick, fingers into the mix. “ch-chanyeol!” you shout in a broken moan. you let out a string of curses as he sucks on your clit and pumps his fingers in and out of you.

you can’t remember the last time you felt this good during foreplay. nobody has ever tended to your needs the way chanyeol is, and it’s slightly unbelievable that he’s real.

but he’s very real, and he lets himself be known when he shakes his head side to side. you fist the sheets on his bed and cry out his name. “fuck, yeol, i-“ a broken cry of his name gets caught in your throat and a strange feeling in your stomach, like a balloon that’s been filled up with too much air, fills the bottom of your stomach.

chanyeol pulls you impossibly closer to him and hooks his arms around your thighs. his nose bumps your clit endlessly, and your legs start to shake. the balloon keeps getting filled, until it snaps and you thrash around on the bed, seeing spots as you scream out chanyeols name.

“damn,” is all he says as you gush all over his face, some of it dripping down your center and onto his sheets. he can’t help but watch in amazement as you keep on releasing, your pussy practically throbbing. he watches as you clench around absolutely nothing, and can’t help but get hard. if there’s one thing chanyeol likes to do, it is please people. but he particularly likes pleasing women by using his mouth and tongue, and he can tell when he succeeds—like right now.

he doesn’t even give you a minute to calm down, because he’s back at your core lapping up all of your juices. “chanyeol, wait!” you cry, but your hand on his head, holding him at your cunt says otherwise. when you start trying to crawl away from him is when he lets up.

the entire bottom half of his face glistens when he gets out from in between your legs. you can’t even look at him, feeling so bare and embarrassed, because you can feel a wet spot on the sheets. “you alright?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

“mhm,” you say, pressing your legs together.

“look at me.”

you do, and with hooded eyes. you can’t help but giggle at how crazy he looks with only half of his face wet. you glance down at his lower half, the tent in his pants hard to ignore. you motion for him to come closer.

you reach for his waistband, undoing the button and zipper before pushing down his pants, along with his briefs, his dick hard and throbbing, bobbing in wait. you look up at him as you kiss below his belly button and down his happy trail. when you grab ahold of his dick, he gently stops you, and you frown. “i really just need to be inside of you right now,” he says, pushing the rest of his clothes off.

you smile and he leans down to kiss you, pushing you back onto the bed. “condom,” you remind him as he starts to line himself up.

“right,” he says, quickly getting off of you and and going to his bedside table. you unhook your bra as you wait for him, pinching one of your nipples in between your fingers before groping your own chest. you nearly start to touch yourself until he’s back in front of you, an eyebrow raised. “couldn’t wait?” he asks teasingly, rolling the condom on.

“no,” he shakes his head at you and holds his dick by the base. “hurry up!” you whine, reaching for him.

“good girls get what they want.”

“we both know i’m not.”

he smirks down at you, pressing the tip against your puffy folds. “no,” chanyeol says, rubbing it up and down. “you aren’t.” and then he pushes into you, air feeling like it’s left your lungs. you’re not used to him in the slightest, and you’ve never been stretched like this until him. even when you were riding him almost two weeks ago, it took you some time to get used to him.

“fuck!” you cry, holding onto his forearms. the chain hanging from his neck dangles in front of your face as he thrusts into you. it gently hits your nose every time he rocks into you, and all it does is get you more turned on. “faster, yeol.” you moan, sliding your hands up his arms and splaying them across his back.

chanyeol pounds into you, making your toes curl and back arch into his chest. you dig your nails into his skin, leaving indents. chanyeol looks down at you and watches how your face twists up on pleasure as you moan out his name. his chain continues to tap against your nose, and he moves to take it off, but you stop him. “leave it on!” you groan, wrapping a leg around his hip.

you take one hand and grab him by the necklace and pull his lips down to you, not exactly kissing but your noses touching. “you feel so good,” you moan, a hand in his hair.

“you’re so tight, fuck,” he groans, kissing your neck. he grips one of your hips tightly and ruts into you relentlessly, your nails scratching up his back.

when he comes, it’s loud and he’s saying all types of filthy things, calling you pretty and baby, two new pet names to add to the list. you come after him, clenching around his dick and making him whimper in your ear, which almost makes you come again. he has to pull himself out of you for self control, but your grip on him makes it much harder. “baby, cmon,” he begs, his breath catching in his throat.

you finally relax enough for him to pull out with a groan, and you curl into yourself with a whimper, your heart beating quickly. “you okay?” he asks, concern in your voice. all you can do is give him a thumbs up, which he laughs at and then kisses the pad of your finger. “i’ll be back.” he says before getting off of the bed.

by the time he’s come back, your sitting up, criss-cross and naked, on his bed. he comes back in sweats and no shirt, and gives you a small smile. chanyeol offers you a tshirt, which you take, and slip on. he finds your underwear, which you put on as well, so you’re winney-the-pooh-ing it. chanyeol crawls onto the bed next to you and props himself up on his elbow. “so..?” he questions and you raise an eyebrow.

“you want me to rate our sex?” you ask, giving him an incredulous look. he shrugs, a smirk on his face and you roll your eyes and pretend to think hard. “hmm…” you say, tapping your chin, and he scoffs and jumps on top of you, caging you beneath him. you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. there’s no way you’re going for round two, but you want to be close to him.

to your gain, you do spend the night, and you tell seulgi, who seems way too excited for you, but supports nonetheless.