#get her some brown contacts omg

[mezzbians]

total drama but awesome (in my style)

[ningvory]

omg! congrats on 2k sweetheart🩷🩷🩷 i’ve been a silent reader since february and decided to get outta the comfort zone and req🤭 so ive been thinking about nonidol gp minjeongie with a tit fixation?? like just imagine it’s late at night n ur both in the bed nd ur half sleep n suddenly she’s pouncin’ on u, telling u that she can make u cum with only sum tit suckin🤭🤭🤭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 679 words • 2k event

a/n: anon can i kiss you? your mind is so MMMF this is so minjeong you can’t tell me minjeongie doesn’t love tit suckin!!

CW: non idol au, soft dom winter, tit suckin, sort of cumming untouched, uhh not proofread

it was 11:52 pm when the episode you and your girlfriend, minjeong were watching finally went off. you were cuddled up next to her, eyes becoming more and more droopy as the ending credits began rolling.

you two do this every friday night and you can usually stay awake but your shift at work today was just so undeniably long that your body was craving sleep.

you were almost fully in dreamland, eyes closing before your back was swiftly pinned to the mattress, immediately startling you and forcing your eyes to open in panic, only to hear minjeong’s raspy voice calming you down.

“s‘okay baby, ‘jus me.” she cups your face before kissing your soft lips gently, making you sigh into her mouth, turning this into a make-out session.

your tongues dace with eachother, fighting for dominance until minjeong’s quickly overpowered yours. you normally would’ve put up more of a fight but in your tired state of mind, you let her win. she immediately put her hand on your neck softly squeezing it, pulling a soft moan from you that went straight to her cock.

she pulled away from you, a string of spit connecting you to before it snapped. you let out a whine from the lost of contact, looking up at the older trying to bring her lips back to yours before she softly swats your hands away and brings her hands to your clothes tits.

“gonna have you moaning and cumin’ from just playing with your tits,” she whispers to you, helping you take off your pink tank top.

your tits jiggle at the contact and your nipples harden under the cool air of your shared bedroom. her hands began to squeeze and fondle with your warm tits. you squirm and whine under her soft touch; her colder hands felt too good as she continued to play with them. she laid down on top of your limp body, finally latching her mouth onto your soft tits.

while her mouth was busy sucking and swirling around your left nipple, her hands softly flick and pinch the other. occasionally biting your tit to bring more stimulation to you.

she’s got you whining and moaning under her quickly, your legs rub against eachother, the wetness of your cunt starts to get unbearable. your right hand is tangled in her brown locs while your left hand tugs on the bedsheet tightly. you arch your back and push her head even more closer to your tit, nonverbally telling her to suck harder.

“fuck! so good!” you cry out, feeling her now suck on your right tit and fondle with the left. you felt so good but so empty, your legs once again rub against eachother, desperate for friction to give your needy drooling pussy some attention. your drooling cunt clenching down on nothing, “p-please jeongie—‘wan your cock!” you beg her but she simply ignores you, attention more focused on your plush tits. you should’ve known your pleads would be ignored. your girlfriend is obsessed with your tits and won’t pass up any opportunity to have them in her mouth.

your body began shaking, feeling that long awaited high approach your body, your noises became louder and whiner. minjeong knew your body like the back of her hand and began sucking harder and squeezing your nipple, sending electric down to your needy pussy.

“jeongie!! c-cummi—” your body finished your sentence for you, your body forms a perfect arch and your eyes roll to the back of your head, seeing stars while a loud whiny moan rips from your chest. minjeong let’s out a groan from your cute noises before swirling her tongue around your spit covered tit, making your body twitch under her.

you come down from you high heavily breathing. before you could calm yourself she’s pulling down your sleep shorts and your cum filled panties, chuckling at how much you came.

she comes back up to your face, kissing your face before bringing her lips to your right ear.

“pretty baby, it’s time for me to fuck your pretty pussy, right?”

[elsiewritesss]

can you do a smut abt riding vinnie?

omg i have the PERFECT one that i wrote before i started this account.

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Golfing with Vinnie

pairing: bf! vinnie x gf! reader

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap that thang), fingering, riding, public sex

Y/N sat on the passenger seat of the golf cart, book in hand as the slight breeze softly blew through her slightly wavy hair. It wasn’t unusual for the girl to join her boyfriend and his friends on one of their many golfing days.

Y/N heard the group of boys laughing, turning her head seeing the four of them laugh as the small white ball misses the hole and rolls past it.

Vinnie turned his head, making eye contact with his girlfriend before smiling and sending her a wave. Y/N smiled back before returning her attention back to her book as she crossed her legs, the white material of her small skirt falling over her thighs.

Vinnie gazed over at his girlfriend engrossed in her book, eyeing the way her skirt rested higher on her thighs as her legs were crossed. Her baby pink top fitted her just right, hugging every curve of her which drove him crazy.

“Yo Vin, you’re up.” Reggie broke the boy from his train of thoughts as Vinnie turned his head and walked towards his ball with his golf club in hand.

Y/N glanced up from her book and watched as Vinnie set his stance next to his ball. The way he rolled his shoulders back as his arms flexed made her unintentionally clench her thighs together. She loved his arms. The way they always felt tight and secure around her, the way his muscles flexed whenever they moved, the tattoos scattered across, they’ve always been her favorite part of him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours pretty girl?” Y/N’s head snapped up fully, meeting the deep brown eyes of Vinnie, a slight smirk resting on his face as he placed his golf clubs in the back of the cart.

“Hm? Oh nothing.” Y/N shook her head as Vinnie nodded his head slowly not believing her.

“Mhm, okay.” He replied, sitting in the driver seat of the golf cart as his right hand found its home on Y/N’s thigh as he began to drive to the next hole following behind the other boys.

Y/N sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth lightly as she looked down at Vinnie’s hand placement. Vinnie seemed to notice her gaze and smirked to himself, slowly inching his hand further up her thigh.

“Vin,” Y/N spoke softly, knowing what he was doing as she wrapped her petite hand around his wrist.

“What baby?” Vinnie asked, playing innocent as his hand went further up, this time slightly going under her skirt as his fingertips ghosted over the inner part of her thigh, making goosebumps arise on her skin.

Y/N was quick to grab his hand and move it back to its original spot while placing hers on top of his. Vinnie let out a chuckle as Y/N shook her head while glaring at him.

“You’re evil.” She said as Vinnie came to a stop behind the boys in front of them.

“Yeah but you love me.” Vinnie responded while hopping out of the driver seat and leaning over to plant a kiss on her lips before grabbing his clubs from the back.

The girl simply shook her head as she clenched her legs again as she felt the bottom of her stomach get that warm feeling as the goosebumps on her skin began to fade. Leave it to Vinnie to make her horny in the middle of public.

Y/N opened her book again, trying to occupy her mind in order to not focus on the aching feeling in between her legs of needing some type of friction. If they were home, Vinnie wouldn’t have wasted time solving that issue for his girl. With this golfing game, it would be at least another hour and a half until they were done.

Y/N let out a sigh mixed with a light whine as she slammed her book shut and set it down on her lap as she placed her head in her hands.

Vinnie saw Y/N slam her book shut as she put her head in her hands. At first he was confused by the actions, until he saw the way she clenched and unclenched her thighs together. He bit back a smile as he ditched his club and walked over to the cart.

“You okay baby?” He asked as Y/N looked up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as her lips turned downward into a pout.

“No.” She spoke, crossing her arms over her chest as she uncrossed her legs and turned towards him slightly.

Vinnie simply smiled at the sight, loving the effect he has on her even from such a small touch.

“Need me to make it better?” He asked as his smile turned into a smirk. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed. Surely he can’t be serious. No way in hell are they going to fuck in front of his friends.

“You’re joking. We’re not having sex here, so no you can’t make it better.” Vinnie’s eyebrows shot up at her tone, taking it as a dare. He slid into the driver seat, and looked at her.

“Watch me.” Y/N’s eyes widened as she glanced back at the other boys who turned to look at the two.

“I’ll be back guys! Y/N has to go to the bathroom!” Vinnie hollered as they gave a thumbs up in return, resuming their attention back to the game as Vinnie started driving off away from the hole.

Y/N sat in silence as she tried to process this. Vinnie took a right turn once they were far enough, leading them behind some trees that blocked them from another one of the holes, which currently no one was at.

Vinnie stopped the golf cart and placed it in park, not wasting any time as he put his right hand at the back of Y/N’s head and brought her closer before smashing his lips against hers.

Y/N jumped slightly at the quick action, placing her hands on his shoulders as her lips responded to the action, feeling arousal throughout her whole body. Vinnie’s hand traveled down until it rested on her hip, squeezing slightly as she inched closer to him.

Y/N pulled back slightly, disconnecting their lips as she shook her head, tossing one of her legs around his as she arranged herself on his lap before wrapping her hands around his neck as she connected their lips again.

Vinnie wasted no time as he placed his hands on her thighs and traveled them up until his hands were covered by her skirt. Y/N groaned against his lips as his hands touched the waistband of her lacy underwear, feeling herself get more wet at the feeling of his hands being close to what she needed. She moved her hips back and forth, trying to get some sort of friction as she traveled her hands down his chest.

Vinnie moaned as Y/N grinded against him, stopping her movements by gripping her hips as her hands tried to undo his belt frantically. Vinnie pulled apart, looking at her swollen lips as her eyes locked with his, lust filling them.

“Patience baby.” Vinnie spoke lightly, making her lips tilt downwards as the whine escaped. That’s his girl, bratty and inpatient until she gets what she needs. Vinnie freed his left hand, planting a small but firm smack to her ass as she jumped and slightly squealed at the action.

“Lose the pout or we’ll go back to the guys.” He told her as her lips pressed together and the pout disappeared. Y/N felt her heartbeat in her ears as she waited for him to do something, anything to help relieve the aching feeling in between her legs. The feeling that he caused himself.

Vinnie leaned forward, attaching his lips to her jawline as she sucked in a breath. Vinnie’s hand reached her inner thighs where they were earlier when he first made her feel this way.

“Vin,” Y/N lightly moaned out as she moved one of her hands up to the back of his head, lightly tugging at the small curls as he placed open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

Vinnie detached his lips from her neck as his thumb brushed over her clit through her underwear, making her gasp at the feeling.

“Alright you need to be quiet if we’re going to do this. We’re still in public okay?” Vinnie spoke, his eyes never leaving her face as she opened her eyes to look at him.

“Mhm.” Y/N nodded her head rapidly as Vinnie added more pressure to her clit, making her move her hips around. Vinnie took this as an opportunity to move her underwear to the side, running his fingers along her slit as she tossed her head back letting out a breathy moan.

“Damn baby, so wet for me.” Vinnie said, his voice laced with lust as Y/N let out another moan at his choice of words. One thing she picked up with dating him is he has a way of words during sex that made her head spin.

Y/N gasped as she felt him ease two fingers into her, curling and instantly hitting that sweet spot inside her. He knew her body and knew what she liked in order to get the reactions he wanted.

“Shit Vinnie.” She breathed out as she gripped his shoulders to steady herself. Vinnie worked his fingers in and out of her, gaining a steady pace as he pressed his thumb to her clit for added pleasure.

“Oh my god,” Y/N moaned out as her thighs clenched around his thighs as she felt her climax becoming more present.

“That’s it baby.” Vinnie softly spoke as he felt her clench around his fingers, a sign that told him she was close as he removed his fingers, earning him a loud gasp and a glare.

“Relax, relax.” He told her as her eyes began to narrow into daggers at the denial of her orgasm. Vinnie reached his hands in between them, undoing his belt as he slightly lifted her onto her knees to give him the ability to pull his pants down just enough so he is able to free his dick, guiding Y/N’s hips so she’s hovering over him.

“Remember, gotta be good and be quiet. Got it?” Vinnie asked, boring his eyes into hers as she nodded her head, a quiet “Yes” leaving her lips as she reached in between them and gripped his hard member, lining herself up before she began to sink down on his length.

Vinnie closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the back of the seat. Surely they had been gone long enough his friends probably knew what they were doing, but he didn’t care.

“Fuck baby,” Vinnie moaned out as he felt her inch her way down until her thighs were flush with his again.

Y/N moaned as she began to grind her hips forward, her eyes squeezing shut as she latched onto her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming out her boyfriend’s name.

“God Y/N, you’re..doing so good baby.” Y/N felt the warmth rush to her cheeks at Vinnie’s choice of words. She began to lift her hips up slowly before sinking back down, creating a steady bounce as Vinnie helped guide her hips.

“F-fuck Vinnie!” Y/N let out a high pitch moan, feeling herself clench and unclench around Vinnie as she felt her orgasm pooling back into her lower stomach.

“Yes Y/N…taking me so well.” Vinnie breathed out as her name danced off his tongue continuously as he felt himself chasing his own orgasm.

“I-I’m…close.” Y/N whined as she felt a slight stinging pain on the inside of her thighs from being in this position for too long, but the pain didn’t matter given the intense pleasure she was feeling.

“Come on baby…make a mess on my cock.” Vinnie spoke, his breathing uneven as he felt Y/N clench around him, squeezing him as her orgasm crashed into her, slowing down her movements as she felt her legs tingle. Vinnie gripped onto her hips and began to thrust up into her, the girl steadying herself by holding onto his shoulders as she felt overstimulated.

“Vinnie!” She squealed, trying to lean backwards without falling off him as she squirmed.

“You can take it. Come on sweet girl.” Vinnie spoke, keeping his grip firm as he held her still while he continued to thrust up into her as he felt his orgasm nearing.

Y/N felt her head spin as Vinnie kept his thrusts steady, feeling him twitch against her gummy walls as he reached his own orgasm, her name spilling out of his mouth mixed with profanities as she felt his thrusts slow to a stop.

Y/N let her head fall forward, her forehead resting on his shoulder above his heart as the two of them caught their breath, chests rising and falling in sync as their breathing evened out.

Vinnie leaned his head against Y/N’s planting a few small kisses into her hair as he felt her chest rising and falling in a steady pace. Vinnie reached over to Y/N’s small purse sitting next to her book and grabbed the small travel pack of tissues she always carried with her.

“Here baby, let’s clean you up.” Vinnie spoke softly, placing his hands on her waist as he sat her upright, and eased her off his lap.

Y/N whined at the feeling of Vinnie lifting her off him, the feeling sending a shock of overstimulation through her.

“I know, I know. You’re okay.” He cooed, reaching in between her legs with a tissue wiping up the milky white substance leaking out of her before fixing her underwear and skirt back around her. He then cleaned himself up and fixed his pants before hopping out of the golf cart and to the trash can a few feet away to discard the, now sticky, tissue.

“You okay love?” Vinnie asked once he got back on the golf cart, putting the golf cart into drive as he began to leave their secret spot and head back the way they came, hoping his friends were still around.

“Yeah.” Y/N responded, scooting closer to Vinnie as she wrapped her arms around his right one. She knew they wouldn’t be able to do their post-sex ritual of cuddling and watching a movie due to their location, but being close to her boyfriend was just enough for her.

They pulled up to the group of guys as they just finished playing the last hole.

“Hey fuckbirds!” Josh called out waving over-dramatically as Vinnie held up his middle finger in return.

“Bathroom my ass.” Reggie spoke as he brought Vinnie’s golf clubs over to the back of the cart.

“Shut it, Reginald.” Y/N mumbled, snuggling closer to Vinnie’s side as Reggie’s face scrunched up.

“Hey now I give them props they didn’t get caught.” Jett spoke up, shrugging his shoulders as Vinnie chuckled to himself.

“Okay okay. We get it. Can we leave now?” He spoke, eying the three other boys as Y/N nodded her head.

“Yeah. Maybe next time, fuck beforehand so we can finish the game.” Reggie spoke and Y/N sat up.

“I will beat your ass.” She spoke, eying the younger boy as Vinnie let out a laugh, planting a kiss to the top of her head.

[slut4menig]

Guys my age

Paring: Luke Castellan x Curvy AphroditeFem! reader

Req: hii can you please write a prompt in which Luke is 19 and reader is 16 and he thinks the age gap is too much as doesn’t see her as anything more than the kid he is counselling, but she’s an Aphrodite child so she doesn’t mind the chase, you can make it smut or not iyw!! also do you maybe mind making the reader like chubby/curvy? i love your work!! 🫶🫶 - 💜 Anon

ofc u can be!!! also omg i actually kinda hate this but whatever… hope u enjoy!

Warnings: MDNI, big age gap, cursing, drinking, use of smoking, reader implied to be curvy

Luke Castellan, a 19-year-old at the infamous Camp Half-Blood, stood tall and pretty almost like a loyal dog, and that made it near impossible for anyone to resist his charm, he’d had a go at almost all of the girls at camp half-blood, including all of my beautiful half sisters.

His unruly curly brown hair framed his handsome face, and deep brown eyes, which seemed to look straight into my soul whenever he gave me a task, even something as simple as asking to clean my dorm, held a hint of mystery. A small scar on his upper cheek added an intriguing touch to his otherwise perfect appearance. Luke is the epitome of a golden boy, capturing the hearts and attention of girls of all ages, young and old.

I’m only 16, luke had never dare even batted an eye at me last year but this year, I came back to camp, determined for a chance to stare into those beautiful eyes and have it mean something for him too. Since last year, i’d started to… well develop. My body had formed into a nicer shape, i certainly grew into myself. My chest was definitely a lot bigger, I started using normal bras, no more training ones. My thighs were thick and beautiful, something many men wished to be suffocated with.

“hey gorgeous girl, you’ve certainly grown up” My half sister Silene winked at me, I only ever see her at camp and I was packing my stuff into my bed. I rolled my eyes and huffed at her.

“Silene seriously? i haven’t seen you in a year and that’s the best you’ve got?” I immediately hug the girl as she chuckles quite a bit at my sharp tongue, we all start talking to our other half siblings and that’s when one of them goes

“hey y/n, you do realise you’re now technically old enough to be going to the bonfire party?” my half sister smirked

The bonfire party was tradition, 16 and up campers, it involved heavy amounts of marijuana, alcohol and other illegal shit. It was an excuse for people to get drunk and hook up and deeply regret it the next morning or so i’ve heard. It’s almost like a “back to school” party but instead it’s back to camp. It happens on the one night that Chiron is away and Mr D is in charge, of course, you bribe him with some alcohol and suddenly everyone’s happy.

“yeah uhh i’ll go, we should start getting ready then i guess?” i say, a bit on edge of what’s about to happen.

As i’m getting ready, i’m being handed a black lacy corset top showing off my double d tits extremely well, i look in the mirror and smirk, this is one of those times i KNOW i looks good. I wore a mini skirt along with it, sure i looked like a slut but hey? what can you do?

I enter the Bonfire, the glow of the fire casually illuminating my face in a perfect light. In hand was a red solo cup with… tequila and some other concoction i’ve been handed, i take a sip and spot him. Luke Castellan, my camp counsellor and the man I was practically already on my knees for. He made his way over to me and looked me in the eyes.

“Y/n? wow you look… grown up” His eyes clearly wandered around my tits a lot more than they should’ve, and he almost looked as if he scolded his self for looking but i wanted him to, this whole outfit was for him

“oh yeah? in what way?” i smirked and slightly tilted my head, trying to seduce the boy infront of me

He cleared his throat and came back to eye contact “You’re uh.. you’re taller” no i wasn’t, it was a blatant lie, i hadn’t grown an inch over the year, i knew what he was talking about and smiled to myself about it.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Luke and I both turn our heads to a very drunken silene who’s perched up on the table, some guy with his arms wrapped around her waist and mouth colliding with her jaw.

And who was anyone to say no to my beautiful sister? Soon everyone found themselves sitting in this circle, bottles of Tequila, Vodka, Whiskey, Jäger and other liquors in the middle of the circle, ready to be there for whoever backed down from a dare.

“Clarisse, truth or dare” An Apollo girl slurred, looking into clarisses eyes from across rhe circle. Clarisse smirked and in return took a sip of her drink.

“Dare” It wasn’t surprising, her choosing dare.

“I dare you, to kiss me” the apollo girl smirked at clarisse, they obviously had tension and clarisse made her way over and kissed her, passionately i might add. The entire circle cheered and cheered.

Clarisse suddenly averted her gaze to me, we’d been friends for a while now whenever I hung out with silene she would be there.

“y/n, truth or dare?” I felt myself nervously stare at her, a group of maybe 25 people waiting on my reply to this one simple question she’d asked. It wasn’t that hard of a question so i gave a simple answer.

“Dare” I wanted to play it safe, truth was too much for me right now, I knew it would end up in me having to tell a huge secret and I just wanted a casual night, nothing too crazy, which was why i was baffled as to what came out of Clarisses mouth next.

“I dare you to spend 7 minutes of heaven with the person you think is the hottest, and don’t try bullshit your way out of this lovebug��� Clarisse was obviously feeling happy with herself, she was tipsy as one could be. Actually no, she was just shitfaced.

I felt my body begin to grow weak and i scanned my eyes across the room, except i found one thing. No matter how hard I looked around the room, my eyes were always drawn back to Luke castellan. The man himself.

“uhh luke…” I said, everyone cheered and Luke looked at me a bit confused as to why I’d chosen him. Nevertheless we walked into a secluded spot in the woods.

“Y/n I uh… why’d you pick me?” Luke looked at me as he leaned against a tree and i stood there looking up at him

“why not, they said to pick the hottest person there” I shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant.

“You do realise you’re far too young for me, sweetheart?” Luke muttered at me in a deepish voice.

“I know but what did three years ever do to anyone?” I smirked, it was time for me to use the powers my mother gave me and capture this boys beautiful heart.

“Y/n i- i was- no! still am, your camp counsellor, you don’t think this is a little weird? you coming onto me.. I mean, you’re hot but” Luke said conflicted with his own thoughts at this point.

“Oh would you shut up castellan I saw you looking at my tits earlier, don’t act like you’re surprised i’m coming onto you” I smirked at him, giving him doe eyes and fluttering my lashes

“you’re such a brat, you know that? you need to shut up, it will get you killed someday, that pretty mouth of yours” Luke furrowed his brows and almost scolded me

“how about you make me shut up?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered this seductively into his ear.

“oh I can think of a few ways” Suddenly I felt Luke’s warm tongue slip into my mouth, his deep kiss sending sparks to my pussy.

he pushes me against a tree, his hands roaming over my body possessively. “Fuck, you're so young and pretty, tell me, you ever fucked anyone?” Luke continued to say as he slipped his hands to the back bit of my corset top

“n-no, i’m all yours” i managed to breathe out, goosebumps trailing over my body from his cold hands unclasing my top.

His hands reach under my bra, feeling my soft skin. He leans in, kissing my neck, my collarbone, as his hands grope my breasts. His hot breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. “that’s perfect pretty girl, let me take care of you okay?” luke then continued to kiss my forehead and unclasp my bra

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now," he says, his voice low and husky. He starts to slip his hand up my mini skirt, his hands shaking slightly. “I bet your pussy is so tight and wet...”

i groan at his words, whimpering at the boys touch. “I- do it…”

“I can’t, I can’t ruin something as perfectly innocent as you” Luke looked at me in the eyes, piercing me with his gaze

“i’m less innocent than you think you know” I trailed my hands to unbutton his jeans and i watch his eyes widen

“what did you lie on your book log in elementary school?” he chuckled trying to distract himself from his hard on being revealed

“yknow i hump my pillow most nights wishing it was your dick” i whispered in his ear, i could feel the head flush on his face as his erection was poking into my thigh.

“fuck… pretty girl… that’s so hot, i wanna fuck you senseless, show you what a man is” he collided his lips to my collarbone and sloppily kissed it, his hands making his way to my soaked panties, rubbing it through them

“all soaked for me, pretty?” he looked up at me as i nodded, biting my lip to hold back a moan. I felt him slide my underwear off and crouch down, i felt the warmth of his hot breath against my sticky wet pussy, his tongue beginning to lap it, finding my clit and sucking on it with a pop.

I became a moaning mess, begging for mercy and for luke to continue fucking my hole with his tongue just the way he did. “mmmph~”

His hands spread my thighs wider apart as his mouth works its magic. His tongue swirls around my wet, throbbing flesh, sucking and licking with expertise. I can't help but moan loudly, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even closer. “Luke... please...”

He can feel my body shaking with need as he continues to eat me out, his own arousal growing with each moan that escapes my lips. He sucks my clit hard, his fingers sliding inside me, curves up to rub against my G-spot. “Come for me, baby...”

His fingers pump in and out of me in a rhythm that matches his tongue on my swollen bud. The sensations overwhelm me, and I dig my heels into his back, shamelessly bucking against his face as I shatter, screaming out his name. “Luke...Luke...”

As I reach my peak, something inside me breaks. I convulse hard, and suddenly, a rush of liquid gushes out of me, drenching Luke's face. He moans approvingly, lapping up every drop like a thirsty man.

I become red from embarrassment and stare at the man in horror.. “oh my god luke did i- did i just pee on you?” Luke did nothing but grin at me, his wet face glistening in the moonlight

“No baby, it’s called squirting and it was the hottest thing ever” he grabbed my hands away from my face

After cleaning me up with his tongue, Luke gently lifts my legs over his shoulders, positioning himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. “Okay, beautiful girl, this is going to hurt, but I'll be gentle”

I look up at him, tears welling in my eyes. He smiles softly, "Good girl. It'll start feeling good soon, I promise." He leans down to kiss me, his hips pulling back slightly before pushing in again, deeper this time.

As he continues to move in and out of me, his pace picking up slightly, Luke leans down to take one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His thumb finds my swollen bud, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Luke... oh god, Luke..."

I cry out as my orgasm hits, my vision blurring, my body trembling. Luke doesn't stop, fucking me through my climax, his own need evident in his face. "Fuck, pretty girl, you're so fucking tight right now. I can feel your little pussy squeezing me."

As he thrusts into me, his pace becomes erratic, his breathing heavy. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Y/n. I don't know where to put it all," he groans, his eyes wild with need. "Where do you want it, huh?"

I gave Luke those oh so beautifully innocent doe eyes he’s currently corrupting, i batter my eyelashes and whimper as i speak

“I want you to do it inside of me luke” Luke’s eyes widen at the prospect but doesn’t have time and gives in.

“You’re lucky i can’t say no to those beautiful eyes of yours baby” With a low growl, Luke buries his face in my neck, his body convulsing as he spills inside me. He jerks his hips against me several times, unloading more and more of his warmth into my inexperienced core. "Oh gods."

He pulls out and we both lay there breathlessly.

“that was a lot more than 7 minutes…” i whisper sheepishly as i catch my breath and put my clothes on

“i’m sorry i had to be your first time… you do know we can’t be together right? i mean you should really be with a guy your age?” Luke refused to look in my eyes as he slipped his boxers on

“but guys my age aren’t… you”

[moonstruckme]

hayy!! so tonight i went to a small little show that my friend was doing with his band, and me and the bassist made crazy eye contact while he sang the lyrics “good, i’m proud of you” to me. (i’m dead) ANYWAYY it made me think, this is kinda out there but maybe a james potter band au?? like he’s a drummer or bassist and you keep making crazy eye contact and the tension is THICK.. (maybe even some groupie activity later??) IDKK i’d love to see youre interpretation 😋 or even just to chat about it!!! i love you’re work sm

That sounds so fun babe! Thanks for sharing omg <3

cw: bar

rockstar!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

As much as you like Marlene, you’d sort of thought her band was going to be shitty. And in your defense, most of the ones who play this venue, where the crowd is typically too drunk to care what sound fills the space and it only costs a few quid to get in, are pretty amateurish. They’ll play their one or two original songs, then fill the rest of their time with covers, trying all the while to figure out how to work the stage and engage the crowd. 

These guys definitely don’t seem like amateurs. 

Marlene had said they were just starting out, but you don’t believe it. She, as you expected, is incredible. She embodies this fierce, uncaring kind of cool, fingers sliding up and down the neck of her electric guitar with skill you didn’t know she had. The guys in the band aren’t half bad either. The singer has a voice that seems always on the edge of a scream, and he and Marlene play off each other’s energy, him occasionally leaning the mic her way to belt something together. The bassist seems a bit aloof, long fingers moving with an almost lazy dexterity, which seems to be driving the people clustered at the edge of the stage even madder than they might be if he paid them any attention. And the drummer…

Perhaps you’re partial to the drummer because he doesn’t seem like he’s trying to be cool at all. There’s something completely uninhibited about him that lights something in your chest and sends a buzz of excitement through the room, like you’re all feeding off his energy. He looks like he’s having the time of his life. Sweat shines brilliantly on his dusky skin and drips off the ends of curly brown hair that’s just long enough to flop into his eyes. Someone threw him a headband earlier in the show seemingly to help prevent this, so now he’s got it pushed back, curls protruding his head and bouncing as he bobs enthusiastically to the beat. A smile splits his face as he launches into a brief solo, and coincidentally your stomach erupts in butterflies at precisely the same time. 

You’re thinking of trying to jostle your way up to the barricade when the drummer’s eyes take another skim of the crowd, and this time they catch on you. Your heart stutters. A tall figure moves in front of you, obscuring your view of the stage, and when they pass the drummer’s still looking at you. And holy shit. This is eye contact. You’re not totally sure how well he can see you what with the lighting in here, but it feels like his eyes are looking right into yours and saying Hello, nice to meet you. 

A few seconds more and he has to tear his attention away as they go back into the chorus, but your eyes keep finding each other’s. It feels more intimate than it probably should, with several meters of distance between you and the crowded, raucous atmosphere, but you can’t help the giddy lightness that accumulates in your chest over the course of the set. 

During what the singer says will be their last song, his gaze flicks to you with something different in it. It’s not something you can place, but in the next second it’s gone, and all his attention is on his drum solo. You cheer with the rest of the audience as drumsticks fly, almost too quick to see, over the drums and cymbals, and you’re so caught up it takes you a second too long to realize one of them actually is flying. 

Your hands flinch up in front of you just in time, protecting your face and fumbling the drumstick nearly to the ground before you catch it. You look back towards the drummer, and his eyes have flared with alarm. 

“Sorry,” he shouts over the screeching of guitars, earning a glare from the singer a second before all sound cuts out. 

Marlene takes the mic, announcing that they’re done performing for the night but will be available to receive free drinks until closing. The band starts to pack up and leave the stage. 

The crowd splits in two, one half migrating towards the bar and the other towards the exits. You’re not quite sure where to go. You want to meet up with Marlene, maybe give her the drumstick to pass along to her bandmate and thank her for inviting you before you head home, but you’re not bold enough to venture backstage. You cast a glance toward the bar, twirling the wooden stick absentmindedly between your fingers. Maybe you can find a seat to wait for her? 

“You’re not bad at that.” 

You turn, and the drummer from the band is standing behind you. 

“Oh.” You glance down at the drumstick in your hand, feeling a bit silly as you hold it out. “Thanks. Here you go.” 

“Thank you.” His eyes are even better close up. He’s put on glasses, magnifying the warm brown of his irises and the thick, dark lashes that nearly brush his lenses when he blinks. “You looked like you’d be a better catcher.” 

You laugh. “Not sure what would make you think that.” 

“Well, you did manage it in the end.” He smiles. It’s charming with a touch of roguishness, and you get the impression he’s someone accustomed to being forgiven. “Sorry for almost hitting you in the face.” 

You shrug, suddenly unsure what you usually do with your hands. “It happens,” you say. “I don’t take it personally when musicians lose their instruments in my direction.” 

“Oh, well I wasn’t trying to lob it at your head, but tossing it your way wasn’t an accident.” 

Something funny happens in your gut. “It wasn’t?” 

His grin spreads and he shakes his head. “I figured it was my best shot at getting a chance to meet you.” 

Your face heats. You hope you’re not smiling as big as it feels like you are. “You could’ve just asked Marlene,” you say. “No need to throw things.” 

He laughs, a warm and hearty sound. “I’ll have to refine my methods,” he replies. “I’m James.” 

You tell him your name in turn, and he gets this look on his face like it’s the best thing he’s heard all night. 

“Do you wanna join us at the bar for free drinks?” he asks, taking out the headband and ruffling his hair so his curls bounce onto his forehead. It’s more than a little distracting. “I’m sure Marls would love for you to stay.” 

“I…” You glance towards the bar. “I’m pretty sure the free drinks are just for people in the band, no?” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” He waves you off, taking your hand and leading you towards the bar. “You won’t be paying regardless. Just tell me what you like.”

[peachesvault]

Dancing Queen || Quirkless Au || Frat!Bakugou x Hiphop!Reader

Quick note, this is not finished what so ever, consider this a teaser. This is to see if anybody would actually be interested in me turning this into a full fledged series. Also reader and Mina are both considered to be brown (since there’s no quirks) as shown in the photos used (Y R THERE NO POC ON PINTEREST OR GOOGLE OMG), but this can be a self insert if you wish. Not proofread whatsoever so pls tell me somethings glaring!

Synopsis: Y/n Ashido, the sister of Mina Ashido is a dance prodigy. You were selected by a prestigious hiphop academy/ boarding school as a young child, and have been overseas apart from your family for the past 7 years. Due to circumstances you head back to Japan, and meet your sisters friends. A certain blonde sticks out to you..

Hello -,

we’re incredibly sorry to hear about your injury, however considering its severity, we have decided to rethink your scholarship. Although you are a model student, we simply don’t have the space to accommodate an injured student while there are hundreds in the waitlist, so for now we have to revoke your scholarship, including your student accommodation. You have until the 29th to fully move out of the previously provided dorm. If you have any questions feel free to go to the head office. If you wish to return to Étoile Conservatory of Dance under hip hop in the future after you have healed, headmistress Kaea has requested you personally seek an audience with her.

Regards,

Louise Wang || Deputy principal for Étoile Conservatory of Dance

Contact at: #########@gmail.com, Étoile Conservatory of Dance on ###### street, #####, Sydney, Australia

The smooth thick card paper gave up in your hands, crunching uglily as you kick it aside. Ofcourse they had to send it in a handwritten letter, really let the pain settle in knowing some random- Louise had sat in her office writing it, probably smacking her lips and chewing on gum like she has a habit of doing. She couldn’t have sent an email? That would have been so much better, knowing it wasn’t as personal.

You know your anger was misdirected, a hoax, an effort to shove down the fear creeping up your chest, stabbing you in the sternum, avoiding the thick air. Dance was all you had known. Ever since you were 9. You, Y/n Ashido, the child hip hop prodigy, catched the interest of Miss Kaea, a famous figure in the industry, as the most paid dancer, aswell as the headmistress of the 3rd most prestigious academy, Étoile had grown to be home. Miss Kaea had handpicked her, reaching out to your parents, offering to cover your whole future expenses and education wise, even flying you halfway across the world so that you could attend her academy. Yet here she was, practically your second mother figure, dumping you over a cracked femur that had almost completely healed. Sure, you might not be able to jump onto your left leg anymore, but surely she could contact a good doctor that could heal it easily, knowing all the connections she has to A-tier celebrities. What had changed? Were you really nothing but an investment?

The lights flickered overhead, almost in an effort to mock your suffering. You couldn’t even bear to look at this god forsaken dorm anymore, somewhere you once considered home. But at home you wouldn’t get kicked out so cruelly, no consideration for the almost decade, 7 years, of blood sweat and tears you put into Étoile. What were you meant to do now? You had friends here, a lot actually, but they all stayed at the dorms anyways so it’s not like you could crash at one of theirs. There was nobody who didn’t live at some sort of dorm, there was no place left for you at Sydney and legally you couldn’t even rent, due to being a minor and all that. There weren’t even options for other academy’s around here, with all of them only revolving around ballet and classical technique based, something you didn’t have the calling for.

Sitting on your bed, everything seemed hopeless, you just needed to heal your leg and you’d be back… but you needed somewhere to heal first. You eyed your phone, before dialling a number that you probably shouldn’t have neglected for so long, if it was a physical being it would have had a fat layer of dust on it already. Not from hatred or ignorance but just your busy schedule.

“Hey ma..”

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[phas3d]

Ideal Type || Slytherin Boys

note :: just what i think, but they could honestly be with anyone

members :: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

Mattheo Riddle

Appearance:

Sharp eyes that could kill him, eye color doesn’t matter to him

Likes people with more meat on them

Goes crazy if he sees you wearing thigh highs or tight underwear so that you have a little bit of a muffin top, he loves that stuff

Loves dark hair, all of his celebrity crushes are brunettes or have black hair

Likes the y2k style and clean girl, he doesn’t know it’s called that but he likes it lmao

Loves long hair but will make an exception for a short black bob

Low rise jeans are his favorite thing ever

Pretty nails are also a pro in his eyes, shows that you’re hygienic - likes longer nails

Plump lips are a major plus

Likes outfits that show skin in some way, so crop tops, dresses, etc

Personality:

Slightly toxic, which is perfect for him since he’s ultra toxic 😍

He’s not willing to change his lifestyle just for a girl, so he needs someone who’s down to party and do the bad stuff he does

Loves confidence, wouldn’t date a girl who’s insecure

People with the wonyongism mindset are literally his dream type, makes him weak in the knees

If you yell back at him or call him out on his shit, oml he’s already planning your wedding

Loves to annoy you just to get a reaction, smth about you being angry draws him in

He likes social people who get along with others easily

A little bit cocky, but if you laugh at his jokes he instantly finds you more attractive

Dedicated and driven people, like not failing classes, having internships, having a job, all of that is so attractive to him

If you listen to: Kali Uchis, Tyler the Creator, Ariana Grande, Travis Scott, The Neighborhood, The Smiths, The Weeknd, BlackPink, Aespa, Beyoncé, you get so many extra points

Theodore Nott

Appearance:

Likes shorter people, which is easy for him since he’s 6’0 (183 cm)

Has a thing for people that are flatter, likes rectangle body types

Long hair is his ideal type but loves curly short hairstyles

Gets flustered when he sees you with your hair up, something about it is so appealing to him

Long lashes and falsies are so pretty in his eyes, loves it

Ballet-core, old-money, and minimalist are what styles he likes best on someone

Lovessss skirts and headbands

Likes people with glasses, but specifically people who wear contacts in public but glasses at home

People with the resting sad face are so beautiful to him

Personality:

Likes introverts or shy people, he likes knowing that you’re a homebody so he doesn’t have to worry about cheating

Nerds omg They’re his secret weakness

He loves book smart-street dumb people, it’s a sense of comfort knowing that you’re not involved in his life style

He’s a fuckboy who smokes and drinks, so you become a safe space for him

Quiet and soft voices are one of his biggest weaknesses

Elegance is also something he needs in a partner, someone who’s aware of their words and their actions

When someone covers their mouth when they laugh - So attractive to him

Caring and nurturing people make him want to cry, please comfort this man

If you listen to: Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Mitski, SZA, Her, Adele, Yerin Baek, Matt Maltese, Radiohead, you get an extra point

Lorenzo Berkshire

Appearance:

Downtown girl, athletic wear, coquette, and other cutesy yet comfortable styles are his idea type

Really loves when someone can dress up in a nice ass outfit and then show up the next day in just a hoodie and bagggyyyy pants

Doesn’t really like tight clothes on his s/o, likes baggy or flowy clothes

Doesn’t care for body type, has dated people on the bigger size and people that were super thin

Loves any facial markings - moles, acne scars, freckles, but esp ance scars

Loves curly and wavy hair, doesn’t care for hair color but does prefer light colors like brown and blonde

Likes girls that look kinda intimidating because of how pretty they are, but are secretly a softie (basically him)

For example, people with a resting bitch face but the second they see something cute they light up

Being shorter than him is fine, but if he’s dead honest he’s always wanted to date a girl taller than him (185 cm+)

Personality:

Bubbly people make him fall so hard

People who are happy almost 24/7 and a little bit stupid and naive is what he loves

Doesn’t care about intelligence much, but doesn’t like people who are failing school

When you’re oblivious to flirting??? Omg he’s done

Wants to feel needed, so you being slightly air headed helps him a lot

Smiling makes him attracted to someone instantly, so constantly smiling and laughing makes him feel the same way

Loves people with a tad bit of sass to them, like eye rolls and stuff

Playful people who agree to do dumb shit with him suits his ideal lifestyle

Someone’s who funny, cause if I’m fr this man is not that funny. He def gets with someone who’s funny

He def had way too many crushes on manic pixie dream girls, so he kinda likes the chase

Likes people who are so free spirited that it’s hard to tie to them

If you listen to: Wave2Earth, Kpop, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Beabadoobee, Sarah Kinsley, Faye Webster, it’s an extra plus for him

[perotovar]

I wish you would write a fic where Pero takes some time checking himself out in the mirror and/or maybe gets caught.

I mean, any boy would do, but it's funnier if it's him.

omg i loved writing this. it ended up being less funny and more of a character study, but lol thank you!!

word count: 672

summary: pero and william are given a chance to clean up after being taken hostage by the nameless order. pero takes a moment to do some thinking.

beta: none, rip

The first thing he notices is the large, deep scar across his left eye. It's hard for it not to be the first thing he notices. He takes a second to look it over, remembering the battle in which he earned it. He was young and more scrappy than he was now, too proud to back down from an enemy much larger than he was, but, well… We see who's still standing afterwards.

He smirks to himself, turning his head this way and that, and takes a second to look at his aquiline nose. A trait he inherited from his mother, he was told. She died in childbirth, so he never knew her, but he was told she was gorgeous and headstrong.

He lifts the scissors to cut the excess hair hanging over his forehead and makes eye contact with himself. Deep brown, soft, but also hardened and weary. Mirror images of his father's. Pero silently curses the man and moves on.

Cutting his hair isn't a skillful endeavor, nor is it vain, but it is practical and makes it easy for him to see. He doesn't understand why William keeps his long and pulled back. It makes it too easy for an enemy to grab, in Pero's opinion.

"Ah, but the ladies love it, my friend," William always said, with a cheeky wink to follow.

Pero wasn't so sure.

His beard takes some finessing. It gets scraggly and dehydrated when it gets long, and it's one area that he takes a little pride in. His father always told him men with facial hair were untrustworthy and improper, so he keeps a clean mustache and stubble to spite him. And it looks good on him, if he were to say so himself.

Once all the excess pieces of hair have gone, he splashes some water on his face to get rid of any small hairs he may have missed. Water droplets drip down his naked body and makes him shiver. Then, he steps into water basin, heated by the nearby fire, and relaxes, sighing into the air. He rests his head on the edge of the basin and decides to take his time cleaning himself; such luxuries are so hard to come by in his line of work.

Afterwards, he wraps a towel around his waist and goes back over to the mirror, taking a moment to have another look.

His eyes travel over his shoulders, broad and wide from years of fighting and hard work. There are scars littering his tanned skin, reminding him of battles won and lost. There is dark ink etched into his skin, marking him as a mercenary forever, hidden beneath layers of armor and steel.

Looking back up to his face, he grunts slightly when he doesn't see the pendant he usually wears. He looks down to the counter beneath the mirror and hastily puts it on. It's a trinket, he usually tells himself, doesn't hold any meaning. But it was given to him as a protective symbol by a young mother after he accidentally saved her. The man he was after tried to hide in her small cottage and Pero caught up to him before he could, his blade sinking into the man's gut.

She thanked him many times and said the trinket would protect him as he protected her, her eyes earnest and thankful. He hasn't taken it off since.

"Come on, you arrogant bastard," William called, standing in the doorway to the room he was given by the Nameless Order. The blond man leaned against the door frame and smirked. "Seeing if your face changed after that rat's nest made its home on your face?"

Pero rolled his eyes and sighed, dropping his towel to put this new armor on. "Hijo de puta," he grumbled to himself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Pero muttered. He looked back in the mirror one last time, his scar catching his attention one last time, then turned to William as he stepped into his boots. "Let's go, amigo."

[mikkomacko]

What do you think are some casual dominance things Nico does with the reader??

The casual dominance in the chapters are honestly some of my favorite moments💕it’s the mundane that melts my heart🙂‍↕️

Omg my favorite things that Nico does all the time is holding readers neck. Whether he’s doing it to actually show dominance or out of habit to protect her, Nico just naturally goes for cupping the back of her neck and guiding her when they walk, or when she’s upset and struggling to tell him something, he’ll do it to ground her.

Similarly, eye contact. He has always got his eyes on her, is always looking back at her with those big brown eyes that can see right into her. And it’s never in a mean or dehumanizing way, but in a comforting and safe way.

At restaurants, he always orders for her. Not where he like picks out what she’s eating and drinking, and doesn’t want her speaking for herself. She just likes letting him do things for her because it makes him feel good, so she’ll tell him what she wants to eat or drink, and he orders for both of them. His love language is taking care of her like that, so he’ll jump at any chance he can to do that.

We saw these in the chapter where reader goes for a drive with Katja. 1) He loves helping her get dressed. Zipping and buttoning her coat for her, helping her into her shoes and then tying them for her. It’s a small way for him to know she’s warm and comfortable in what she’s got on. 2) The nod he gives her when she’s questioning herself or is hesitant to do something without him. He doesn’t know if she’s noticed, but after Philly she gets a little nervous to do things without him or Timo, even if it’s something totally normal and safe. She’ll look to him for a moment, just a second of hesitance but all she needs is for him to see her and nod, let her know that even from here, he’s got her.

This last one is readers all time favorite. She loves when Nico holds her face, when he’ll grab her chin between his thumb and pointer finger and squeeze. Not to the point that it hurts, but the pressure of his fingers reminds her that even though he’s so strong and capable, with her he won’t be rough. And most of the time he does it when she’s mad at him or trying to shy away from a fight they need to have, so he’ll do it to bring her back to him. It’s always a bit scolding too and it’s makes her go all gooey because she knows how mean he can be, and yet he’s easy on her, knows her well enough to know that the gentle prodding is what’ll get through to her.

[hannahsturniolo]

Matt asking you on a date after meeting you at his meet & greet

Warnings: none. Just fluff?

(Not proof read. Wrote this in like 20 mins lol)

Summary: you got Diamond VIP tickets to one of their shows, and Matt fell in love with you, and tried to find you on Instagram to ask you out on a date while he was in your city

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You were refreshing your computer over and over again the day of ticket sales anxiously waiting for 3pm hoping to get diamond VIP tickets in your cart before everyone else.

3pm hit, and you clicked refresh one last time. You were on the phone with your bff.

“I’m in I’m in!!” You screamed.

You clicked on 2 front row tickets and added them to your cart.

“I have them in my cart!!!!”

Then you pressed buy.

The screen read “you got them.” With a picture of the boys in their suits.

You screamed so loud. “We got them!!!!! We’re meeting the boys!!!”

2 months later

Today was the day. You and your best friend were meeting the triplets.

You were in the bathroom curling your hair and getting ready to make a good first impression, hoping to get Matt’s attention, since he was your favourite. You put on your mascara and your outfit.

You were wearing a brown crop top, black leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans, and some white converse.

You were driving to the venue, when you got there, you got your diamond lanyards. You instantly took a picture. You were so anxious yet so excited.

Now you’re next in line to meet the boys.

You walk to them with the biggest smiles on your face, and hugged each one. You took your picture and you looked at them and said “I love you guys so much. I really enjoy your videos.” That’s all you could say because of how nervous you were. You did notice though the way Matt was smiling at you.

Your friend somehow got a video of you meeting them. She snuck her phone and took a video.

In the video, you could see as you were walking away, Matt smiling and tapping Chris on the shoulder. It looked like he said “she was beautiful, wow.” But maybe I’m just delusional, you thought.

You got your picture that you took with them downloaded to your phone, and immediately posted it on your Instagram and tagged them.

Matt’s POV

While he was waiting for sound check, he immediately reached for his phone.

“I wonder if that girl posted her picture of us meeting her yet. She was gorgeous.”

Matt was searching through all of the pictures that fans took, and then he finally came across your photo.

Matt clicked on your profile.

“I have to message her after the show”, Matt said to Chris. “I have to ask her on a date.”

So he saved your name, and planned to go back to it later.

Back to your POV

You noticed during soundcheck since you were front row, you were constantly making eye contact with Matt.

“Wow, his eye contact is so strong with me,” you thought.

You continued to make eye contact with Matt until soundcheck was over.

You were exiting the theatre with your friend searching for some water and a snack before the show started.

*ping* your phone went off.

You reached into your back pocket, and your heart dropped when you seen a dm from Matt.

“Hey, I hope this doesn’t seem weird, but when you came to meet us today, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I was wondering while I’m still in town tomorrow, if you’d like to go to lunch?”

You felt a knot in your stomach, a good kind of knot. Your stomach filled with butterflies, and you smiled from ear to ear in shock.

“Look at the dm I just got.” You pointed the phone to your friend, and she screamed. Everyone around you looked over.

“Shhhhh” you said. “Nobody can know about this, they’d lose their minds.”

You replied back instantly.

“Oh my god, that is totally not weird. I’d love to go to lunch with you tomorrow before you leave for your next show.”

The whole show since you were front row, he kept looking down at you smiling. The random girl next to you freaked out and said “omg did you see that??? He smiled at you.”

You got all shy. And looked over at your friend in complete shock.

You enjoyed the rest of the show, continuously making insane eye contact with Matt and blushing every time.

I hope you guys enjoyed this. I’m not very good at writing but I’ve had this thought in my head for a while, and have also requested a lot of writers to write something like this, but haven’t seen any yet so I jumped onto it to write it lol. Let me know your feed backs!!!

[theblackstar04]

oooh okay what about black sisters hcs (or just ramble idc honestly) ?

the black sisters actually make me so insane omg these are just some head cannons i have for them

bellatrix

-she's the eldest of her sisters

-plays croquet and fencing, along with self defense

-joined quidditch in her 3rd year as either a beater or seeker (i haven't decided which)

-genuinely believes in pureblood ideology, especially after hogwarts

-dated rita secretly during hogwarts until she married rodulphus a few years after hogwarts

-her and rita had a on/off relationship, longest they were broken up was a month

-bpd with psychotic features, ptsd, destructive behaviours (especially when she was younger)

-her 'rebellion' is putting 100% into everything. they want her to be a deatheater? she's going to be the most devoted one there is. do well in school? she's getting top scores.

-very extreme with everything she does.

-hated sirius since he was born for getting to be the heir. was both happy and angry when he ran.

-regulus was her favourite until he became the heir

-jealous that narcissa and andromeda were closer with eachother than with her

-used to sing

-she wasn't always 'crazy', but once everyone referred to her that way and acted as if she was, well, its difficult to not become that

-if she was an animagus, she would be a raven

-naturally curly hair, absolutely cannot tame it. black hair

Andromeda

-middle child

-played croquet, didn't care much for any sports

-it was only in hogwarts that she questioned pureblood ideology

-dated ted after 6th year secretly

-ran away after hogwarts with ted

-challenged her families beliefs subtly

-ptsd, osdd 3, extreme paranoia

-was closest with narcissa (and later sirius)

-played the violin

-visited narcissa the night before her wedding, wanting her to run with her. accepted her answer as no, but made sure she knows how to contact her if she ever needs to.

-she does miss her sisters, but knows running was the right thing for her to do

-if she was an animagus, she would be a heron

-naturally wavy/curly hair, very dark brown hair.

Narcissa

-youngest child

-plays croquet, prefers to watch quidditch rather than play.

-doesn't 100% agree with pureblood ideology after andromeda ran, but will never openly go against it

-often got overlooked in favour of her sisters

-she doesn't express emotions loudly like her sisters, but she feels very strongly and deeply

-had a short and sweet relationship with alice before lucius. she wonders what it could've been

-dated lucius in 7th year, got married a year after hogwarts

-ptsd, osdd 4, anorexia (mostly recovered in adulthood, relapsed with the stress of the war)

-was closest with andromeda (and then regulus)

-plays the piano occasionally

-if she was an animagus, she would be a swan

-naturally wavy hair, straightens it. black hair with poliosis making streaks of her hair white. she later starts dying her hair

All of them

-i hc that croquet, fencing, and hunting were all things that purebloods were expected to do

-they were all close during their hogwarts years, before everything went downhill

-the symbolism of three!!

-childhood nicknames for eachother make me cry. "andy" "cissy" "bella"/"trix/ie"

[itostea]

never mad (isagi x reader)

warnings: a tad bit suggestive, isagi just being the best bf, he comforts you

a/n: image from Our Secret Alliance! childhood friends to lovers omg so cute pls read it.

You’re not sure when the argument started or why you’re even angry. 

Angry might be an exaggeration but you were feeling a smudge of irritation directed at your boyfriend who was far too calm at the sight of your scowl. He has that sweet smile of his, the kind he wears whenever he’s holding your hand or parting a strand of hair away from your face. It’s the kind of smile that you can’t ever stay mad at. 

“Yoichi I’m telling you, she was a hundred percent hitting on you!”

“Right, right,” he lets himself be dragged by your hand and he can’t help but sigh at how good you looked with the necklace he bought for you. The streets were crowded and there were couples left and right, holding hands or chatting on the side. The two of you blend in perfectly–though there were times where a fan of his recognized him and you stood on the sidelines, letting them take their photos.

The drink you hold in your other hand swirls around in the cup and you bring the cup to your lips, taking a long sip. “I mean, she even winked at you! Who even does that? And I was right beside you, holding your hand!” 

“Uh huh,” he mutters absentmindedly, tilting his head when you swing your head to face him with a frown. He blinks and just smiles, a bit confused as to why your frown grew deeper. 

Your footsteps slow down in pacing. “Are you even listening to me?” 

“Of course I am babe.”

You let out a huff and turn around too swiftly, colliding into him with a yelp. In a normal situation, you would’ve swooned over the fact that he caught you–his arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other one holds the back of your neck. Yet, you can’t help but feel your stomach plunge deeper when you see the brown stain on his favorite shirt. 

“Are you okay?” He mumbles, widening his eyes when he sees how your features morph into a frown and how you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. This time, he takes your hand in his, guiding you to an occupied bench. “Let’s go sit down.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks, letting you clean the splatters on his arm with a tissue. 

“It’s just…” you start, leaning back when you’re done cleaning. “I…”

Isagi sees how your eyes gloss over; how you part your lips to release a shaky sigh. He’s quick to cup your face, smiling so gingerly that you felt like you could cry even harder. “Don’t cry. You’ll ruin your make-up.”

The sniffle you let out makes him chuckle. You nod. “Okay…” 

“Start from the beginning,” his hands leave your face and he watches you patiently–letting you catch your breath. 

“I’m so stupid Yoichi,” you sighed. “I don’t even know why I couldn’t forget about that girl like I usually do. You weren’t even paying attention to her and now I ruined your favorite shirt. I also ruined our date together and you’re probably mad at me so–”

“Why would I be mad at you?” He interrupts, maintaining eye-contact with a serious gaze. 

You blink, sniffling again. “You’re not?”

He smiles, nodding his head until his hand tilts your head upward so the tears wouldn’t spill from your eyes. “I can’t get mad at you even if I tried to.”

“Even if I steal your food?”

“I don’t mind.”

“Even if I tell you Michael Kaiser is a better player than you?”

His lips curl into a sarcastic smile and he squeezes your cheeks. “Don’t push it now…”

You laugh and the sound brings joy to his ears. He ushers you up with a hum, letting you take his hand. He presses a kiss to your forehead, bringing you close to him. “How about we spend the rest of our date at home? We can watch a few movies and eat some snacks. You know, Netflix and chill,” his lips fall into a smirk and you forget your boyfriend sometimes derives joy from seeing you flustered.

You slap him lightly, averting your eyes. “Okay fine we can watch movies and eat snacks. And maybe Netflix and chill…” you mumble the last part loud enough for him to hear, earning a laugh from him. 

He squeezes your hand midway in between your walk back to the car. “Did I ever tell you that you’re cute when you get jealous?”

“Shut up.”

[gamblersdoll]

Omg I asked so many people. Cause I need this. I even asked a mxm blog... Omg I am so embarrassed

Non alcoholic shy reader and neighborhood big bro satoru.

Context.

Reader is new in the building. And the grandma gives her alcohol and alcohol based food. Since the granny is the nicest woman alive. So, reader gives the food and alcohol to gojo. But one day, things escalated and he took her virginity.

he was a big brother to everyone, always preaching wisdom and how to do things in creative and certain ways— since he supposedly “went through the same thing last year or two years ago.”

yet, he had his eyes dead set on you, ever since you moved to the big house that almost everyone wanted. they questioned how you were able to afford it, yet, they praised you more. the house was nice, had a nice pool in the back. with a big, nice balcony overhead the patio. on top of that, it was much more spacious on the inside than out, it almost felt surreal when you stepped in.

and on top of that, you had already liked your neighbors. this one grandmother and gigi next door loved and adored you. you were of age and weening off the liquid alcohol, so you only really ate anything that wasnt too strong or no alcoholic based food or beverages. luckily, you found satoru who actually enjoyed it— she didnt mind, of course. she treated you like her own, always looking forward to sitting with her on a rocking chair drinking a arnold palmer.

yet, you were still excited to see this party down at some house that was obviously satorus’. you did feel nervous at first, no lying there. hell, you were new, so was it a problem?

the wall’s reverberated with the music, the hum and the rough beat pulsing through your veins all around you. you looked around yourself, damn. maybe everyone in the neighborhood was a alcoholic or just turned eighteen. you couldnt tell, the way they had two cups in hand and drank from both of them. on top of that, they mixed white alcohol and brown, like fucking idiots.

yet, again. both his ocean eyes and your colored ones were locked onto each other, leaving leading glances from across the room until he was buzzing to come over to you.

“new girl.” he chortled, leaning down to your face and holding his cup. you smelled it— yeah, that was malibu and henny mixed together.. idiot. he was more than buzzing, drunk even maybe. “you– doing alright?”

“yeah, i’m good.” you replied, watching how the tips of his ears were red and his nose looking like rudolf.

it felt like nothing was ever there, like no one was there. the way his lips crashed down to yours, a hand on your hip and him giggling in the kiss. “been meaning to ask how you greet people!” he tipsily says, ruffling your hair and taking his leave.

yet, something felt like he tells you to follow him.

so you, a girl that was so easy to get her heart racing, followed him to some random vacant room. he only giggled and hiccuped when you spoke about your move and how you only just started your freshman year of college, and he swirled his drink in the cheap plastic red cup.

he nods every now and again, a hand inching up your thigh and resting his head on your shoulder. it got you running hot, feeling how much thicker the air was and how his breathing matched yours. another hand groped a breast, him whining yet moaning at the contact.

his nips at your neck, snickering when you rambled about “what are you doing?” or whatever you said. he didnt care.

he simply knew that it would be a good idea to claim you before anyone else did.

and thats how you got here, a drunken satoru gojo between your legs. ontop of that, he was eating your pussy– no, slobbering all over it. was that what alcohol did to people? make their arousals more potent and make them more nasty than anything? hell if you fucking knew it.

his fingers were covered in what you truthfully believed was his spit, but it was ninety percent spit, ten percent arousal from you. and he piston it into your clenched walls.

he scooted up to your face, leaving a sloppy kiss on you lips, then your cheek as he slips himself in, until you hissed and tapped on him.

“whats wrong?” he asks, stopping himself and looking into your eyes. “too big?”

“no– well, maybe…” you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and looking away. “just.. go slow.”

his eyes dilate, he instantly knew what that meant.

you were a virgin, and you were allowing hims to take your virgin mary body and ravage it with all of his might. he grits his teeth, keeping himself from groaning and rolling his eyes back.

he does as promised, slipping away into your velvet walls and keeps himself there, allowing your shaking legs to subside and giving pepper kisses along your jaw to soothe your aching. you look up, nodding your head.

“you can, start now.” you pause in between, moaning instantly as you feel him pull away, slamming himself back in.

it felt pornographic the way his thrusts were, the ‘plap, plap, plaps’ that echoed and your moans drowned out by the music of eight bit playing in the back, it also felt so lewd the way your breasts bounced up from the sheer force of the ravaging nine inches he gave you.

and be damned if he could draw a orgasm while having you cream all over him. because thats what just happened whenever he hit that spot that does feel foreign at first, but with the way his mean fat tip was, it felt like heaven. and he was no better, deciding that since it was your first time, he would spurt himself all on your pretty nipples.

yet, usually he never went for the experienced women, because he knows once you start having sex, you crave it more than anything.

fortunately for you, he would enjoy you.

[finleycannotdraw]

yo, hi,

please rant about the use of colours/shots in dead boy detectives (if you want to), that would be amazing to read!

omg hell yeah i would love to. <3 buckle up everybody!

(there were some other people in the comments who wanted to hear more as well. for convenience's sake i'm going to keep it all in one post.)

I'm not going to talk about every single frame in the last post, because there are a lot, but I'll be sure to touch on all of the ones that have a good amount of depth beyond the dramatic lighting. (sorry, Angie shot.)

...this is going to get long.

so first, this one:

With Edwin's brown coat, Niko's green coat, the brown bushes in between them, and the trees behind Edwin, this shot is cohesive and satisfying. I drew the orange lines to sort of illustrate how your eye moves across the frame; the line of eye contact, the tree branch (dashed lines) almost parallel to that, the sidewalk/grass line, and the lapels/shadows/folds of their jackets all form a general diagonal streamlined snapshot. Then the black post behind Niko, the tree between them, and the tree trunk behind Edwin continue to divide the frame vertically and add to the additional invisible "line" created by their height difference. Finally, the sky behind Niko, as well as her hair, contrast heavily and very well with the darker colors of the tree behind Edwin, though there is still white on his side (the building) and brown on hers (tree branches). If you were to take a single diagonal line from the bottom left corner to the top right, you would get two incredibly distinctly colored sections, but they complement each other so well.

This whole scene is gorgeous because of the pale sky and water up against Niko's hair and the brown tree trunks with Edwin's jacket, but I also love it because it's so simply colored. We have the classic blue+orange color dynamic, but diluted down to very pale blue and very dark brown. This shot specifically features Edwin focused at the center (the blue lines show that he is standing mostly straight up, while the trees on the borders of the frame are all leaning inwards), with Niko crouched down to fit with the shape of the hillside (orange) AND the silhouetted rocks in the foreground. Then the hillside, the shadow on the water, the general cutoff of the tree branches, and the island in the distance (purple) frame the two of them in the middle without making a Point of it. It looks very natural, especially with the dark shadows around the border of the frame. (personally sort of brings to mind Wanderer Above The Sea of Fog).

I don't think I need to add any annotations to this one. The lighting is sharp and so are the shadows. The fog and the shine on the water, his hair, and the collar of his coat are starkly lit, while everything else, including his face, is deeply shadowed. Plus it's all an ominous, murky green. It's almost the opposite of Lilith coming out of her blood-red ocean. 10/10 frame, I have no words.

I gasped the first time I saw this shot. There are so many vertical lines (orange), which make the space feel thinner: the spike, the bulletin board(?) on the far left, both doorframes, the edges of the table and boxes, the tile on the wall on the right, Maxine herself... and then there are the diagonal lines, all sort of spreading out from Maxine, which includes the table edge, the shadows, and the wall tiles again. Then there's the fact that it's all so dark, but not quite pitch black. Once again we have a green/orange combo, and the light behind Maxine being so small in the whole frame makes it very effectively claustrophobic. We also never saw her enter this room from behind, which elevates her as threatening, because the camera work makes it seem as though we, the audience, are backing away from her as she enters, and then hiding from her as well. While I am devastated by the lack of a sapphic romance arc, I have to say I was blown away by the production of this scene.

I love this one because they're arranged so neatly around the book. I didn't draw a curve over their heads, but it's easy to visualize by following Monty's hairline up to Edwin's, and then Edwin's down to Charles' down to Crystal's. The height order is perfect. Then there's the black-brown-black-brown of Monty's jacket, Edwin's jacket, Charles' jacket, and Crystal's hair. The book itself helps frame their faces (diagonal blue lines), and their clothes fall into uniform with the vertical trees behind them, creating a satisfying, natural, unobtrusive background. This is definitely more visually appealing than a shot of them leaning over and looking down at the book/camera. It's also broken up very nicely by the greenery. Plus, none of their faces are shown from the same angle! Refreshing!

Poor Monty :( but hey, he gets a really awesome shot here! We're back to orange+blue, and the angle of this shot makes it look like the vertical trees behind him are positioned diagonally (orange) to follow the dark blue shadow behind his head. We also get two light sources: one of them is the moon, and the other one comes from the same place as the music. The moonlight (blue) sort of encircles his head and cuts off at the line of trees about halfway across the frame. Both the back of his hair and the far side of his face are illuminated, which is very effective in terms of bringing him into the foreground and making him the focus of the shot even though he's not in the middle of the frame. It's also balanced nicely by having background detail on the left, with the orange trees, but not on the right, where there's nothing but dark blue behind Monty. This is also a great shot when it comes to his hair and jacket, because the jacket is used to add to the framing of his face with the dark blue background, and his dark brown hair is lit sparingly, which ties in the left side of the frame.

Like the frame with Maxine, this one has a lot of shadow and a little bit of light, and again works with an orange/blue (or teal, really) color scheme, but this one is much friendlier. The windows are larger than the doorframe and Charles isn't actually blocking the light the way Maxine did. Instead, he's illuminated from the right by Edwin's orange lantern, and the shot is balanced by highlights (blue) that stop it from becoming cramped and stressful. There are stable vertical lines (purple) and rafters and shadows spreading out from the center (orange). Charles, though he is blocking the window, is wearing a white tank top, and his skin takes on the warmth from the lantern, so he's not in silhouette and he blends very nicely with the scene. I love that he's not at the center of the shot, but instead framed almost perfectly in the right window. (Another thing I love about this show is that the characters almost always interrupt the continuity of the background even when they're positioned to be framed by it. It makes the scenes feel much more natural even while they continue to be gorgeously directed from an artistic/stylistic point of view.)

This is one of the simpler ones, but it's perfect. The Night Nurse's hair and vest are the same brownish orange, and her shirt is the same as the walls, sticking with our tried and true brown/green (easy variation on orange/blue) color scheme. She is framed in the blackness of the doorway, but once again interrupts the white doorframe on the left side. Even the lamp and the board (?) on either side of the frame fill the negative space in a natural way. Also, the vertical lines of the board, doorframe, door, and lamp aren't perfectly spaced apart, which makes the whole shot feel more down-to-earth.

There is so much going on in this shot. The beams of light (orange) are emanating from behind Edwin in a shape sort of reminiscent of wings. The angles of light/shadow and the immediately obvious position of some of the mirrors (blue) also spreads out from behind him, reinforcing the wing imagery and focus. The background is lighter than the floor, and Edwin's clothes blend in with the floor and the reflecting highlights (green) in the mirrors. It's all balanced by shadows (purple), which aren't so much shadows as they are dark-colored mirrors and the blood on Edwin's face. This shot is an unsettling combination of chaos and order, increased by the strange phenomena of mirrors endlessly reflecting into each other, especially since Edwin doesn't show up in any of them. You'd expect him to look out of place, and he mostly does, but there's just enough immediate immersion with the color scheme and light angles to make him fit perfectly. And he wouldn't fit in this shot nearly as well if he were wearing his usual clothes. It's such a good way to introduce Despair. I love this scene.

Now I needed to include these two next to each other, because they're. They're the same scene. Maren is on the porch looking down at Crystal and the boys, but the color schemes and blocking are so starkly different. Maren is wearing black, and the house is washed-out yellow and maroon, both unfriendly colors in this scene. The windows all show the gray reflections of the dead tree instead of even a glimpse inside the house, immediately showing that Maren is hiding something. Then in the shot with Crystal and the boys, they're positioned behind her on the path. Edwin is next to the brown gate and gray stones, and Charles is sort of shadowing Crystal and framed by the green bushes. Crystal's shirt is flower-patterned to match the pink petals on the ground, and her red hair and purple jacket make the whole shot more vibrant and friendly-looking than Maren's, even though Maren is supposedly the one being helpful/friendly/hospitable. The first time I watched this episode I knew I couldn't trust Maren as soon as I saw her standing on her front porch. This scene is, as Charles would say, brills.

Okay, last one, I have to stop somewhere. (I have so many more. I have. SO many more. that i could talk about. but this post is so long already). There are three windows, evenly spaced, white light and curtains framed in them. Charles is in nearly full silhouette as he opens that chest; his head and the lid of the chest intersect with the vertical window frame, and his arm runs parallel to the middle bar. He also blocks a good portion of the leftmost window, while Edwin stands in front of the one on the right. He's fully framed by the window and standing farther back than Charles, not quite silhouetted but still very dark compared to the background. When he ducks down to inspect the cabinet, his head ends up in front of the wall between the two windows. This whole scene is an excellent display of blocking/framing/lighting, just in terms of where they end up holding any given position while they talk. Once again, there's nothing artificial or manufactured about their blocking. These aren't statement shots (all film projects have a few Really Good Shots, but they're often at extremely important, pivotal, or emotional times, instead of spread out through the storyline.), which makes them even better.

I might have to make another post and include shots with Jenny, the sprites, the Cat King, Esther, and more landscape shots. There is no shortage of stunning frames and scenes, and there's no reason not to dive into the production and hidden meanings.

TL;DR: this show is an ARTISTIC MASTERPIECE. Please watch it. :)

[lambilegs]

How do you feel about bottom Lee?

There is something about reader wanting to spoil her perfect woman.

headcanons about bottom!lee harker (contains: sexual content so minor dni, reader's genitals aren't mentioned, brief mentions of hair tugging, spanking and spitting)

YESSSS poor baby just needs some spoiling and loving. let's talk about it hehe bc I have many thoughts (also bae you're completely correct, she is THE perfect woman)

noises. the noises. she'd be a little whimpering mess when you pleasure her. in all other aspects of life, this girl is a champ with the stoic face. but, when you're touching her? oh, her body is so sensitive to every little touch and she's a mess. face contorted, soft whimpers flowing from her lips

has super sensitive nipples, so when you flick and and kiss them, her entire body squirms, breath hitching when you begin to slowly suck on the rosy buds

when you lavish attention on every part of her pussy but her clit, she's shivering from above you, hips twitching, a deep whine trapped in her throat. you know she needs it, and so do you, but it's too tempting to draw those sounds out of her, to make her lose her composure

by the time you've spent several long minutes sucking on her folds, licking up her pussy lips, nuzzling your face into the light, brown puff of hair scattered on her mound, she's a mess. breaths heaving and panting, biting back cries of impatience, her pretty pink clit wet and throbbing, swollen under the hood

if she's in a dominant mood, she'll tighten her hold on your head, firmly ordering you to give her what she wants, even if her voice is shaking with desire. but, if she's in a more subby mood, she'll simply whine and release broken begs, like just, "please..." or, "I can't-- need more," too shy to explicitly state what she needs

when you finally get your lips on her slippery little bud, hooking your mouth around it and slowly sucking it in, her sensitive hips immediately start bucking up, gasps accompanied by a little, "ah..."

I kinda feel like lee, if she enjoys bottoming a lot, would be the kind to use a dildo on herself, enjoying the feeling of having her hole stretched out and filled to the brim. this would lead to your fingers sliding in her easily, and when you first do this and tease her for it, her mouth twists in embarrassment, looking away

if you pair your movements with dirty talk, she's a goner. kissing her thighs, murmuring softly, "you open so well for me," will have her a flustered mess, tightening on your fingers and unable to make eye contact with you

LOVES receiving the strap. god like it's making ME feel so many things to think about omg. she'd be so awkward if you guys are in missionary and you're attentively looking down on her, silently casting her eyes down to your shoulder, or pressing her face against your neck, kissing it and moaning. or I could also see her enjoying riding you, pumping her hips up and down -- she likes the control it gives her, especially if she's in a more dominant mood. she gets shy from it, though, since her entire body is on despair and the way you stay at her makes her feel equal parts aroused and embarrassed. if she's in a rougher mood, she'll tug on your hair or spit on your mouth and face

oh oh and speaking of eye contact, while she does get awkward from it while accepting the pleasure you're giving her, she also loves the intimacy of locking eyes with you through it. your gaze, so admiring and soft, makes her feel pliant, safe and wholly desired -- things she's not used to feeling, but loves experiencing with you. besides, if she gets too unnerved by it, she can always pull you in for a long kiss -- another intimate thing she enjoys doing, wetly and sloppily, as you push into her. especially when you get your thumb on her clit and her moans get even louder

one hundred percent braces her hands on your lower back and ass, encouraging you to thrust faster and harder into her. like, I can def see her being a power bottom sometimes, sucking on your nipples and spanking you as you fingerfuck or push your strap into her. or if she's in a dominant mood, murmuring words of encouragement against your ear, like, "good, you're doing so good for me," grazing her teeth against the lobe and chuckling when she feels your movements stutter

when she comes, she tosses her head back, eyes screwing shut and mouth hanging open as she loudly moans, her walls clenching down on you. hips ever so sensitive, she writhes and writhes. sometimes, she'll bite into your neck when she does, trying to muffle her noises

[divider by: @cannibalim]

[yanderegrizzsworld]

YESSSS OMG. YOUR DOING WELCOME HOME CONTENT!!! anyways— If your requests are open!

Could I request an Yandere Wally darling x Cautious and Easily-Suspicious Reader? The gender is for you to decide!.

Just imagine in a scenario! Reader is just hanging out with the other neighbors and made eye contact with wally. Then wally just does his stare while the reader gets suspicious and werided out? Kinda like this emoji! 🤨 Sorta frowning almost glaring suspiciously at him, trying to think his true intentions!

Yandere Wally Darling: Just a Moment Longer (Platonic Drabble)

TW/CW: Implied paranoia, scopophobia(?)

"Red Admirals usually have more black than other butterflies." Frank said. "Not only that, but the underside of their wings are usually mottled with brown, black or tan!" His finger is lifted from the soft blanket laying on the grass, pointing up towards the sky as if to empathize his statement. With closed eyes, you lean back slightly, inviting the rays of heat to come & swim across you with such comfort a sigh leaving your throat is barely heard. You open an eye at the sound of giggles, flaxen hair moved faintly from the breeze, of which could only belong to one happy-go-lucky neighbor.

A unmistakably prismatic butterfly lands on a pale pink finger, the rusty red & mix of dark yet fulgent colors of its wings captivate whoever looks within its direction, the wingstips seem to mimic eyes, maybe to avoid predators? The longer you stared at it, this odd sensibility seems to slowly grow. Your shoulders begin to feel ponderous, as if someone were to lay on you & put their weight on your shoulders. You twitch your head slightly as if in an attempt to get rid of this hefty sensation, Frank's speech on different kinds of butterflies never cease.

"It's so pretty! Isn't it?" The high-pitch of her voice startles you, making you jump faintly, "I know you agree neighbor!" You stare at the rainbow monster, glancing at the butterfly on her finger momentarily before gazing up at her again, "Y... Yeah... It's very pretty Julie" Her usual smile somehow grows bigger, her free hand flapping quickly. "I knew you'd agree!"

Julie thrusts her arms in the air, flapping them while falling softly on her back talking our ears off about some games to play. Bright ruby feathers lift Julie's head slightly, "Goodness! Are you alright? You didn't hurt yourself, did you!?" Concern evident in the bird's tone, she takes a closer look at the monster's head, inspecting if any bruise has formed or not. "I'm sure she's fine Poppy, Julie can take a good tumble" You place a hand on her wing, petting it softly to calm her nerves.

"Yeah, just like Eddie!" Her laugh seems to have scared a few butterflies away as Frank eyes his best friend for a moment before clearing his throat. "Could you laugh a little less loud? You're scaring the butterflies away!" A sorry escapes Julie's mouth as she sits up, immediately asking Poppy what other treats she's brought. The weight on your shoulders returns making you slouch slightly, you glance towards the direction you assume the feeling is coming from, only to spot a pair of two coal eyes staring right at you.

You'd be certain to believe that such eyes are staring right into you with its intensity, of which only one person could match perfectly. A hand grips onto your forearm, pushing you forward slightly. "Wally! Come over here!" You sometimes wonder how you haven't gone deaf yet from Julie's sudden screams of excitement. Eyes never leaving yours, the yellow puppet strolls towards you guys, each step oozing confidence with a bounce in each said steps.

Wally lifts his right hand to his hair, his palm faintly patting his pompadour. His other hand waves towards the others direction, Julie waving back with avidness & Poppy returning the wave shyly. "Wally!WallyWallyWallyWally- How are you neighbor? You wanna join us!?" Frank snatches Julie's wrists gently, "Careful Jules, or else you'll end up hitting someone by accident" Wally puts a yellow finger under his chin, as though thinking about Julie's suggestion.

You tense up when you & Wally make eye contact for a moment, the nervousness in you doesn't cease even when the yellow puppet closes his eyes. "I'd love to join Julie, thank you" Wally inspects everyone & where they are, presumably to decide where to sit. You refuse to look at anyone, instead staring at a butterfly that's landed near you. It's wings, lacking in any form of color, flutter for a bit before freezing in place, flapping down every once in a while. You feel something soft graze your arm lightly, glancing through the corner of your eye you spot an all too familiar puppet.

You feel tense beyond belief. Even when he isn't looking in your direct, you still feel eyes on you with such intensity that only the puppet beside you can match perfectly. You want to get up & leave, you need to get up & leave. A hand grips onto your arm before you can lift yourself up, "What's wrong neighbor?" His gaze makes you freeze in place, his pupils dilated where you can barely see the white in his eyes. "You and I haven't spent much time together, you know"

Your hand anxiousness twitches, thinking maybe staying in your own home again would have been a better idea. "You stay locked up in your own little home... I don't think that's good for you, neighbor"

Frank brings a finger between your faces, "Wally's right! You'll begin to feel more ansty and like you have little to no energy" Frank said. "That's honestly why Julie invited you out, out of worry, you know" Julie leans onto Frank, her hand running through her hair, "Yeah! Besides, you staying in your home means you spend less time with us and that means less games we play together!" The last words were barely audible from her increasing speed in her speech.

Wally takes you hand, lifting it towards his chest. "We barely speak and I'd like to make up for lost time, what do you say?" A small pinch on your face made you flinch slightly, bewildered about where it came from. Another pinch followed, like tiny shocks running through you, it wasn't painful, but it certainly caught you off guard. "Just stay for a little longer neighbor" Wally faintly tugs you forward, you lock eyes with him as his eyelids droop slightly, making him seem almost tired.

"I..." Any words you wish to say refuse to come up your throat, you mind promptly going blank. Wally sighs as his other hand pats you head, asking Poppy to hand him two muffins for you & him. "Maybe you and I can paint together, that'd be nice, right neighbor?" Any attempt to pull or scoot away from him only led to him pulling you back closer to him, the pinching sensation beginning to agitate you yet only stopping altogether whenever you glanced at the yellow puppet.

"Yeah...? I guess so" Wally's eyes close once more as he slowly laughs, seeing him like this almost made you relax & enjoy being around him, though it could only last so long as those eyes opened & stared at you. "Wonderful neighbor, we should paint at Home, I'm sure they'll like the extra company"

You can merely offer a small smile as you slouch slightly, his grip on your hand loosens yet never lets go, the sensation of eyes on you creep up again.