#he’s such a silly guy so down in his what if thoughts

[kisakunt]

Choso getting all jealous of a fuck machine and your dildo collection?

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“Why do you need that?” It’s a simple question, but you can’t tell if he’s angry or not. You and Choso were going through your closet, some spring cleaning if you will, and he happened to stumble upon your private box.

“I don’t know, it’s fun.” You don’t think it’s a big deal. Almost every girl has a sex toy or two. Sure, maybe you’re a little bit overboard— you did buy a three hundred dollar contraption that physically fucks your favorite dildo into you— but are you so bad for liking a little pleasure?

He pauses, fingers tracing over the veins on your hyperrealistic toy.

“Am I,” He starts, pausing for a second as if he’s questioning himself. “Am I not doing a good enough job?” Shit.

“No! No, baby, you’re perfect.” You reach and grab the dildo out of his hands, quickly shoving it out of the box. “You’re gone a lot, though, and I don’t know… I get needy, I guess?”

“Oh.” That didn’t seem to appease him. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to leave you unfulfilled.”

“No! Cho, you’re not understanding.” Your hand is over his and it feels like religion. You never get over him. “I think about you every time.”

“Yeah but if I were fucking you enough you wouldn’t need this.” Your heart drops. In some sick, twisted way you think it’s cute. 

“Is it better than me?”

“No.” He finally looks up at you, eyes full of something you can’t seem to understand, and also a little pain.

“Does it make you cum?” You’re not going to lie to him. If it didn’t, that would be a horrible waste of three hundred dollars.

“Yes.”

He’s grabbing you before you can even think twice, yanking you towards your bed with still such a timid touch. It’s a soft push when your back falls onto the mattress, and he’s on top of you in an instant.

“I’m the only thing that’s supposed to make you cum.” Choso fucks sweet. He can get rough, he can fuck you like he hates you, but despite all that he is a gentle lover. There’s never been a moment having sex with him that you haven’t felt his care radiating from him. You can still feel it right now as he latches himself onto your neck— open-mouthed and sloppy—, but there’s a sense of selfishness you’ve never felt before. Possession. He’s jealous.

It’s a silly concept, you think, to be jealous of a sex toy— but Choso is a silly guy. His hands trace down your stomach, fingers hovering over your hip before they go lower, touching you over your pants.

“I don’t like that you have those.” Choso is never controlling. You know he’s not telling you to get rid of them, more so conveying his emotions to you like you’ve begged him to do.

You gasp as he circles your clit, pussy wet under the cloth of your leggings. There’s a sense of routine when you and Choso fuck. He’s always asking what’s okay, always asking what feels good, always checking on you. But now, he strips you naked without a word, bringing himself down to suck at one of your tits while his hand goes back down to your now bare cunt.

He doesn’t waste time with your clit. His fingers plunge inside you, curling into your g-spot as he moves them in and out of you.

“Does it go faster than this?”

“Yes,” It’s shaky, because even though it hasn’t been long Choso knows how to make you feel good. Then he speeds up and it’s better and you’re cockdrunk without even having his cock.

“Oh, shit.” His tongue is back to lapping circles around your nipple, his hair poking at your neck, his chin pressing into your ribs, and you’re overwhelmed. The room is full of sounds of just wet— from his mouth and your pussy— and it’s vulgar and crass and lewd and you want him.

You cum quick. He feels it on his middle and ring finger— you taught him that, you taught him everything, he’s your picture perfect fuck toy— and whines into your chest.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

It doesn’t take him long to live up to his promise. He’s bottoming out in you without a second thought, balls hitting you every time he thrusts.

“This is what you’re supposed to have.” You think you might be stupid right now. Actually, you can’t think at all— sharp breaths and erratic moans leaving you.

Choso is a whiner, but right now he groans. He’s fucking you like he needs you, like he loves you, like you’re meant to be his.

It’s almost grotesque; the way your pussy drips from both of your arousal, the sloppiness of the way it sounds each time he bullies in and out of you, the desperation from your spasming cunt.

“Does it feel like this?” He’s barely getting out the words, almost incomprehensible. “Does it fuck you better than me? Does it fucking love you?”

That’s enough to make you cum again. And now, you feel stupid for ever having it.

“I’m sorry!” He’s relentless, each thrust pounding at your cervix, stretching out the softness of your walls. “I’m sorry, I’m yours, I’m sorry.” And it’s beyond the toys, it’s beyond the insecurity and jealousy, it’s beyond primal emotions.

It’s connection. Sweat drips from his hair onto your cheeks, and in a desperate move you lift your head to lick it off his temple. He owns you. You can both feel it in the way your soft walls clench around him, you can both feel it as your legs wrap in a loose pretzel around his waist, you can both feel it as tears form in your eyes from how much it all is.

“I love you, I’m sorry, I’m yours.” It’s weak, muffled by your moans and the sound of his pelvic bone slapping yours. His hips rub at your clit each time he snaps them into you, his cock grazing the top of your pussy in a way you didn’t know was possible.

“Cum, please,” It’s pure yearning. You can tell he’s close from the way he hiccups his breaths, from the way his head has dipped down into the crook of your neck, from the way he begs you through gritted teeth. “I need you to cum, let me make you cum.”

And how could you deny Choso? So you let go, nails scratching at his back, fingers gripping at the slightest bit of fat on his waist, head lulled into the mattress, and you cum.

And so does he, continuing his choppy movements to fuck his cum further and further into you, getting you as full of him as he can.

He collapses on you for a brief moment, before he shifts himself out of you and next to you, arm wrapping around you as he presses kisses onto the top of your head.

“Is it better than that?” It’s breathy, exhausted and worn, but he sounds so sure of himself you can almost see his smile.

“No.” Choso hums, shifting gears into aftercare.

You finish your cleaning the next day, and when you’re back in your closet, Choso can’t find your precious collection anywhere. He thinks he must’ve done a good job.

[sturnthorniolo]

♡Whose girl are you?♡

Part 1

Content warning: suggestive

Both Chris and reader are of age in this fan-fic, you have always been a Matt girl but will that change after an interaction alone with Chris?

Divider made by @vxnitra🖤

During the meet and greet Chris barely pays anyone any attention, in general he seems in a pretty bad mood slouching on the leather couch with his arms crossed. Half way through the meet and greet you excuse yourself to the bathroom stepping out into the corridor alone. As you were about to enter the bathroom you feel a hand grip around your arm, you turn and see Chris…..

He stood there in an oversized black hoodie and baggy jeans concealing his toned physique that i’d seen online multiple times, his face cold and brow furrowed. I was like a deer in the headlights at his gesture, did I do something wrong? I thought to myself, I knew I hadn’t but I couldn’t help but act suspicious like when you went through customs at the airport.

I go to open my mouth but I was unable to find the words, my eyes going from his face to his hand on me. “Where do you think you’re going?” Chris hissed.

The look on his face sent a shiver down my spine, his piercing blue eyes glaring so hard into mine like they were burning into my soul. I stutter “ to.. uh… to the bathroom”. My palms started to sweat from his intimidating presence.

He takes a step closer his hand still gripped around my upper arm. He says lowly “I want to show you something but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone”.

As he spoke his warm breath fanned against my skin making me tingle. The look on his face showed it was more of a command rather than a request, his expression never faltering.

I nod letting him lead me down the brightly lit corridor. My heart raced a million miles an hour, my eyes darting around wondering where he was taking me passing rows of identical doors, My legs trying to keep up with his speed as he tugged me along.

“Keep up we don’t have long before people start wondering where I am” Chris grumbled. The way Chris was acting was so out of character the usual goofy guy was now so stern and dominant, a part of me was nervous but then again I couldn’t help but feel somewhat aroused.

I was definitely curious about what Chris wanted to show me especially since he’s been uninterested the whole meet and greet to even acknowledge anyone let alone drag a fan to god knows where.

A few dirty thoughts crept through my head but I pushed them aside thinking that probably wasn’t the case, id be silly to think that right?.

We continue making our way through the winding corridors until we came across what looked like a supply closet, he opens the door and gently pushes me in following right behind.

The door slams shut behind us making me jump at the sound booming through the room. He flicks on the switch bathing the room in a warm light.

The room was quite spacious filled with boxes of lighting equipment, some stacks of chairs and a table situated in the middle of the room. Chris brushes past me taking a seat on the edge of the table, his scent lingered a mix of musk and pine filling my nose intoxicating me, mmmm he smelt so good.

Chris takes off his hoodie discarding it onto a chair revealing a black vest underneath and a silver chain around his neck. I was mesmerised by how he looked his hair messy, his chest puffing out as he leaned back on his arms behind him arching his back, the way his vest had lifted from him removing his hoodie showing a distinct v line.

I licked my lips feeling my cheeks burn taking in the view of him sitting there, my mind wanting to run wild but that’s not why we were here, I shake my head pushing all my thoughts aside and clear my throat “soo…. What was it you wanted to show me?” I ask awkwardly fiddling with the drawstrings on my shorts.

“Come closer” he beckoned in a husky voice using his slender finger to signal me in between his thighs. I slowly walk over leaving a few inches between us, his eyes scanning up and down my body subtly nibbling on his bottom lip. He brings one of his hands up and gently pulls on the bottom of my blue t-shirt causing me to come closer to him.

His eyes land on my face “I take it you’re a Matt girl” he pauses briefly and repositions himself so he’s sitting up straight, he begins to rub the bottom of my shirt between his fingers “Its only an observation, after all you are wearing his colour and you’ve been gawking at him the whole time” he says, his hand slowly moving under the fabric of my shirt sliding along my soft stomach to my hip, his rough thumb slowly running small circles against it. His actions caused my breath to hitch in my throat and a small tremble to run through me feeling his cold hand against my hot skin.

“Yes I’m…I’m a Matt girl” I reply through a shaky breath, but in that moment was I being truthful? Seeing Chris there with half lidded eyes and his lips parted I started to feel conflicted. The thought of Matt started to drift away and Chris began to cloud my mind.

For a moment it was silent, all that could be heard was our heavy breaths as we stared at each other. Chris slowly moves off the table the hand on my hip tightening into a grip, he presses his body against mine letting out a little huff as his cock started hardening against me. It was like it was about to burst at the seams begging to be released from his jeans.

He puts his lips to my ear “are you sure about that because your mouth says so but your body says different” He whispers his lips brushing against my lobe making me ache for him. He pulls away from my ear bringing his face in front of mine, with his free hand he holds my chin running his thumb slowly along my bottom lip, he leans in so close his nose rests next to mine. His eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips “Let me show you whose girl you really are”.

My knees became weak, I could feel the wetness forming in my underwear, my body screaming for his touch. “Chris” I whimper placing my hands on his chest creating a slight distance between us, I tried to hold back every fibre of my being not to rip his clothes off, to dig my nails into his chest so I could hear him moan in my ear, to get on my knees and satisfy every need and desire of his. “Hmm you sound so cute when you whimper my name, I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already falling apart” he teased, a smirk forming on his face.

I bit my lip trying to conceal an involuntary moan taking in a sharp breath, he knew how to wrap women around his finger clearly and I was falling right into it. I hated that he knew all the right buttons to press but I love how needy he was making me I was basically clinging onto him desperately but I tried to stay strong. He gently strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers, my eyes fluttering closed letting the sensation flow all over my body.

“All I need is a yes and I promise you’ll be a pretty little mess when I’m done with you, so what do you say?”.

[sturnsblogs]

INTRODUCTION NEW AU

DEALER!CHRIS X INNOCENT FWB READER

21. Teasing. Chill. Smooth. Dominate. Possesive. Unpredictable. Cat and dog lover. Confident. Charming. Mysterious.

best paired with- Innocent!bsfwb

21. Sweet. Innocent. Ice cream. Restaurants. Giving. Caring. Gullible. Gentle. Pure. Angelic. Cat lover. Affectionate.

best paired with- Dealer!Chris

ROLLING JOINTS- C.S Blurb

“Hey, Chris,” you said softly, playing with the hem of your sleeve as you glanced over at him. “Can you teach me how to roll?”

Chris, mid-hit, exhaled a slow stream of smoke, turning his head toward you with a smirk. “You wanna learn to roll?” His brow arched slightly. “Since when?”

You hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “Well… there’s this guy I’ve been talking to, and he smokes. I just thought it’d be good to know how, so I don’t look silly.”

Chris’s smirk faltered just a little, his jaw tensing for half a second before he masked it with amusement. “Oh, so you’re learning for him?” His tone was light, but there was something unreadable behind his eyes.

You nodded innocently, completely unaware of the way his grip tightened slightly on the joint between his fingers. “I mean, yeah. I just don’t want to mess up if the topic comes up.”

Chris scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s funny, ‘cause I could’ve sworn you were against all this.” He gestured toward the joint in his hand. “What happened to my sweet little angel who said she didn’t like the smell and gave me her whole ‘it’s bad for you’ speech?”

You pouted slightly, crossing your arms. “I never said I was against it… I just didn’t see the point before.”

Chris hummed, clearly unconvinced, but his smirk grew. “Guess some guy comes along and suddenly you’re ready to learn, huh?” His voice had that teasing lilt, but something about it felt almost… bitter.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you gonna teach me or not?”

He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a smirk before patting his lap. “Come here, angel. I’ll teach you the right way.”

You blinked, hesitating for a second. “On your lap?”

Chris smirked. “Easiest way for me to guide you. C’mon, I don’t bite—unless you want me to.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you still moved onto his lap, settling comfortably against his chest. His hands instinctively rested on your waist, adjusting you slightly, his grip firm but gentle.

“Alright,” he murmured, grabbing the rolling paper and grinder. “Watch closely.” His fingers worked effortlessly, breaking down the weed before rolling the paper between them with practiced ease. You tried to focus on the lesson, but the way his voice dropped when he spoke, the warmth of his body pressed against yours—it was all a little distracting.

“You gotta be delicate with it,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Roll it gently—kinda like how you always touch me.” His smirk was evident in his tone, and his hands briefly squeezed your waist, making your breath hitch.

“Chris,” you mumbled, flustered. “Just teach me properly.”

He chuckled, placing the paper in your hands. “Alright, alright, angel,” he said, still amused. “Here. Hold it like this.” His hands covered yours, guiding your fingers over the paper. His touch was slow, deliberate, and you could feel his breath on your skin as he spoke.

“Now, tuck it in,” he whispered, voice dropping slightly. “Be patient. You wanna be soft with it… take your time.” His fingers lingered over yours, his presence completely overwhelming. “Yeah, just like that. See? You’re a natural.”

You bit your lip, trying your best to focus as you carefully rolled it, but the way Chris was watching you made your face warm. When you finally finished, you hesitated, looking up at him for approval.

Chris studied your work before smirking, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against your thigh. “Not bad, angel,” he murmured. “Maybe that guy will be impressed.”

You pouted slightly. “You really think so?”

Chris let out a quiet chuckle, tilting your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to look at him. His eyes flickered between yours for a moment, his smirk softening into something unreadable.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice lower now, “he’s not the one you should be worried about impressing.”

And before you could process what he meant, he leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the side of your neck. His lips lingered for just a second too long, warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

By the time he pulled away, his smirk was back, a little smugger than before. “Lesson’s over,” he murmured, his hands still resting comfortably on your hips. “But if you ever need a refresher… you know where to find me.”

A/N- Cute cute.

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[pyxiehollowinside]

What kind of high are the lads guys?

Sylus used to do more hardcore drugs. When he first rose to prominence in the N109 zone, he would snort a bit of coke at a booth in the club while surrounded by strippers just bc of the aura. This was before MC of course, back when he was young and even more reckless. But when he does smoke the devil’s lettuce it’s not joints but blunts. FAT blunts too. He also rolls like a pro. That tongue of his does a whole lot of good. If he were to smoke with MC, she’d sit on his lap while he takes a hit and kisses the smoke into her mouth.

Zayne takes chocolates for sleep and to help with the nightmares. He doesn’t often get to relax and honestly has a hard time relaxing on his own so he’ll take something. If he does smoke, he does it on his own, after work, in the dark, on his porch, never around others.

Rafayel would get paranoid. He’d think scientists are coming to experiment on him because he’s a Lemurian and that they’re going to steal his precious paintings. He’d tell you that you have to hide and he won’t let them get you because “no one steals his miss bodyguard” It’s silly and cute to you but bro is having a TIME and openly crashing out.

Xavier’s a gummy guy. He’d accidentally snack on them one after another and would watch the ceiling swirl as he contemplates universe. He’d contemplate what’s real and what’s not and how time and space are just a jumbled mess and we’re along for the ride. He’d come up with a bunch of different metaphors for it. Then he would watch a cartoon like Midnight Gospel or Smiling Friends and then promptly pass out.

Caleb would get giggly and say whatever thought comes to mind. He’d get conspiratorial too. He did bong rips and keg stands in college. He’d be funny to be around and go on rants like “what if clouds are actually made of cotton candy and all I had to do this whole time was roll down my window but the government is lying to us and telling us it’s not and that we have to stay inside the plane because they want to keep all the cotton candy to themselves” and he would shock himself like it’s some sort of brilliant revelation.

[uki01]

Hi! Hope you’re doing ok!

Anyway, I thought of a cute romantic prompt for movie!Sonic, Shadow, and Knuckles, if you do the movie-verse, that is. We know that they’re the only ones who give off chaos energy (that we know of) and it’s especially tied to their emotions. It makes me think of them getting flustered by their crush/partner to the point they shoot out sparks of chaos energy and some sort of shenanigans ensue.

Damn. It actually makes me wonder if that’s why movie!Shadow is so stoic. He probably doesn’t want to hurt people by accident and tries his hardest to keep his emotions in check. The poor baby 🥺.

Anyway, it’s only these three since it’s the movie-verse and they’re the only ones so far who use chaos energy. Thank you so much, and be sure to rest when you need to and have fun doing what you do 💖💕

“Love Is Chaos.”

Movie!Sonic The Hedgehog, Movie!Shadow The Hedgehog and Movie!Knuckles The Echidna x Reader

Author’s Note: This sounds so cute! Thanks for the request!

Movie!Sonic The Hedgehog

You and Sonic met after the events of the 1st movie.

This guy was like puppy love for him.

He’s never fallen in love or felt romantic feelings so this is all new to him.

He’s told Maddie and she got excited, explaining what he’s feeling towards you.

He goes all out on trying to impress you with his tricks, cool adventures and badass speed.

It ends with a big ol fail, but you find it entertaining at least.

During the events of the 2nd movie when he first turned Super, you were mesmerised by the sight.

Soon as he was still himself, you hugged him tightly, grateful that he was okay.

Sonic feeling his face flush red, got to excited as he hugged you back, he accidentally caused a spark between you two.

Shocking you a bit.

Sonic was scared and apologised quickly but you laughed it off, he sighed of relieved.

He think this was the start of something beautiful.

And deep down, you were ready for it too.

Movie!Knuckles The Echidna

Knuckles has met you after the events of the second movie.

This was the first time Knuckles ever felt romantic feelings.

First he felt very confused, so he went to Sonic.

Sonic who teases Knuckles for his crush on you which Knuckles, of course, doesn’t understand.

”What do you mean I have a crush on Y/N? I don’t want to crush them, they will be deceased by my strength.”

”No no knucklehead, it means you have romantic feelings for them.”

”I don’t get what you mean hedgehog.”

”Ugh… it means you love them in a way Maddie and Tom love each other, like lovers.”

”Ah, so I see.”

After that, he awkwardly tries to make conversation and give subtle hints of his love towards you, you think this is just him trying to get to know more about earth.

Which is partially true in a way.

When he does show you his super form, you are in love with how he glows.

As you two start doing silly shenanigans whiles in his super form.

When he gets way too excited he accidentally sparks you it knocked you back down.

This worried Knuckles a lot as he runs up and checks on you.

But he just finds you laughing at this, saying how cool and badass he looks.

Knuckles face begins to feel red but still stands tall and confident.

He can get use to your cute and funny laughter.

Movie!Shadow The Hedgehog

Shadow met you after the events of the third movie and joined the Wachowski family.

You were intrigued by his nature while so was he with you.

You reminded him a lot like Maria with your kindness.

Like her, you never saw him as a freak and was always comforting him whenever he had his upsetting moments.

This caused Shadow to gain some romantic feelings for you.

But he has no idea what any of this means or is which frustrates and confuses him.

He goes to ask Sonic what this is.

Like Knuckles, doesn’t get the gist but understands more since he felt love with Maria (platonic love though).

”Ooh looks like someone has a crush on Y/NNN~”

”Crush? Why would I want to crush them? I would knock them out in one go, I don’t want to do that.”

”No dude, it means you feel loving feelings for her, you know Maria? It’s like that but in Tom and Maddie’s way, you feel what Tom feels about Maddie.”

”Hm..”

He took this information and started working on getting to know you more.

This confused you since you knew Shadow wasn’t the type to make connections.

Not after his best friend and eldest sister’s death.

But this made you happy knowing he was trying his best.

Soon as he revealed his Super form, you were amazed by it and was telling Shadow how cool and amazing he looked.

Shadow smiled at this.

Soon as he got a bit excited, sparks came out of him hitting you.

This immediately worried Shadow but faded away after hearing your laughter.

Saying that felt funny and tickled a bit, still complimenting him how badass he looks.

This made Shadow smile even more.

He was going to love this, as much as he didn’t admit it.

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoyed this request!

[setmeatopthepyre]

🦋

hopefully I'll actually get to all these prompts this weekend. last week turned out a lot busier than expected, whoops. thank you!

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🦋 - pothos | pathos

Eddie takes the plunge and puts a down payment on a house in El Paso.

It’s not perfect. One could generously describe it as a fixer-upper, but paying LA rent on a single LAFD salary hasn’t exactly left him with much in terms of savings. Besides, it’ll be good to have a project, a place to really make his - their - own. Just because it’s a little rundown doesn’t mean it can’t be fixed. And it’s only ten miles from his parents’ place, just in case Chris doesn’t want to… Well. Just in case.

He still needs to figure out what to do with his current place, but it’s fine. He’ll pick up some extra shifts, spend his downtime figuring out how long he still has on his lease, if he can get out of it somehow. Or he’ll find someone to sublet. That shouldn’t be too hard; his place is nice. The neighborhood is good. Mostly. Jim’s surprise meth lab not withstanding, but Eddie maintains that it wasn’t really that much of a risk if no one noticed before, right? He’s pretty sure the news reports never mentioned the street either, and Jim’s in prison now, so there’s no reason anyone has to know. It’ll be fine.

He doesn’t tell Buck yet. Or anyone, for that matter. Why would he? There’s no rush. He’ll be sure to tell them all before he has to put in his notice at the station. If he tells Bobby, tells the people at work, he’ll have to listen to them brainstorm his replacement, or question his choices, or whatever, and if he tells Buck it’ll just be inviting the guy to pick up a clipboard to ‘help him plan’, or a bunch of links to the do’s and don’ts of renovation, or a… somethingstack. Whatever Buck is always on about. So no, there’s no need to involve others yet, not when he’s still figuring things out for himself.

It helps that Buck doesn’t ask, either. Eddie worried he might, after Buck caught him browsing listings, but he hasn’t. He’s… not exactly sure why he’s glad Buck doesn’t ask, besides the risk of clipboards getting involved, of course. It just makes things easier that he doesn’t, and Buck is thoroughly engrossed in his whole ‘ask everyone if Tommy seems weird’-thing, so that’s good.

Actually, maybe he should tell Tommy. Tommy always has some sort of project going at his place; he probably knows a thing or two about fixer uppers. Maybe Eddie can get his thoughts on some of his renovation ideas.

Yeah, he'll reach out to Tommy. Sure, they're friends, but they haven't known each other that long so Tommy won't make it a whole thing that he's leaving. Tommy's simple, easy, unattached, and best of all: he won't tell Buck.

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[goldenjj]

You’re Beautiful, The Mirror Is Lying

Pairing: JJ Maybank & female!reader

Genre: comfort, fluff

Synopsis: JJ comforting his girlfriend who is unhappy with how she looks after staring in a mirror too long.

CW: body image struggles

One of those days where you just felt the sadness taking over—you didn’t know why but there you were, standing in front of the mirror. Tears running down your face at the sight of yourself. You didn’t like it. This didn’t happen often but you just suddenly found yourself staring at the reflection too long.

Analyzing your own body, every part you found imperfect from your head to your toes. The mirror liked play tricks on you though, distorting, the more you focused on it.

You were dressed in your pajama set, shorts and a tank top due it being summer. The heat had been scorching lately so you had no choice. You usually preferred covering up more because, while you didn’t always do this—stare and tear up, you still weren’t the most confident of people.

But there was someone who constantly tried to ease those worries. A sweet and charming blond haired boy with pretty blue eyes named JJ Maybank—he was your boyfriend for the past six months and when he realized you were somewhat shy and self-conscious, he always tried to shower you with affection.

You sometimes couldn’t help but wonder why JJ picked you because he was hot, to say the least. He could have anyone he wanted but he picked you.

It was heartbreaking how you didn’t see your own beauty and let your mind mess with you.

Taken out of your teary trance, the bedroom door opened wide; as if sensing something off, there he was.

He thought you were taking too long, longer than usual, to get ready and come down.

“Baby, what’s—” He paused at the sight of your tears. At first, it didn’t click until you quickly turned from the mirror (and from him, your back facing his view) and started wiping them away, trying to act fine because you felt so silly for it.

“S—sorry, I just…” You trailed off, quickly trying to search your brain for an excuse but he knew now.

In an instant after you let out those shaky words, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist from behind—his chin resting on your shoulder, “you’re beautiful.”

You froze a little, feeling your heartbeat go a little crazy at that—but you also gulped, letting out a soft sigh after. Wondering if maybe he was just saying that because you felt like a baby now.

Again, JJ might not always have been the best at these things or the most witty with words per se but he already knew you pretty well. He just wants to comfort his pretty girlfriend who’s too blind to see it and is letting everything confuse her. She needed reassurance and he was fine in doing that with her. She was different from the type of girls he was used to, the ones more confident and loud—for that reason, he found himself quickly protective over her.

Even if he had to fight her own brain.

“The mirror is lyin’ to ya, darlin’. You better listen to your boyfriend, who knows better.”

She listened to him and he lifted his head off, slowing letting go slightly but only to turn her around to face him. He took a hand to brush away any remaining tears or wetness in general, drying her up—making sure his calloused and roughened hand treated her as if she were glass. He could be rugged but he made sure to be gentle with her.

“It’s always lyin’, damn bastard. Should punch that dang mirror, huh? Making my pretty ass girlfriend sad, tch.”

That cracked a small smile on your face which made his blue eyes light up in glee. He was funny and had a cute side to him, despite being one of the hottest looking guys around who got into fights, being a loose cannon. He had a golden heart reserved just for you and you were glad you got to see it.

“Yeah, there’s my pretty smile.” A grin forming as he leaned in, giving light pecks to your face; making you let out giggles. All your previous feelings about your body vanishing like the wind.

“Pretty soundin’ laugh too,” He mumbled, lips pressed against your cheek.

“JJ… thank you.”

“Nah, don’ thank me for tellin’ the truth… you’re fuckin’ stunnin’ and I dunno how I landed you but shit, am I lucky…” Murmuring with that Southern accent, while still putting kisses all over your face—he was attacking you with affection. You were still a little giggly but his words hit you hard.

“I’m lucky… for having you in my life, JJ.”

Everything he thought about you, you thought about him. He had flaws but such beauty to him, more depth than anyone ever bothered to realize. Someone who didn’t always know how to handle his own feelings but tried, for you. Seeing as you were his safe space and someone he wanted to cherish—he was able to open up his heart, surprising himself at how he gave it to you. No regrets however.

A secret just for the two of you—he couldn’t have his street rep ruined, of course.

“I dunno about that,” His low tone still mumbling out words as he decided to press a light kiss to your lips.

“Just happy you’re mine. Gonna keep remindin’ you how beautiful you are until one day, you see exactly what my eyes are seeing.”

His hands moved, trailing down your body as if they were worshipping every single inch which made you blush so much. He started trailing down kisses from your neck, collarbone to the arms then going down, tender love boy kisses on your thighs.

“Beautiful… everywhere… and all mine.”

If you weren’t blushing like a tomato, having your heart pump out of its chest and feeling all giddy—you might have teared up again but happily.

“And don’ think you’re a burden, aight? We’re gon’ build that confidence together, sweetheart.”

He really knew how to make these days better. Those hands and lips, still worshipping you like you were a Goddess. Moving back up, cupping your face in his hands now as the kisses ceased. Staring at you like all his prayers were heard, even though he never prayed in his life.

You pressed your lips against his, a bit shyly but sweetly. A wide smile tugging at his lips when he felt it; your way of showing him you appreciate him. But when you gave an inch? He took a mile and you loved that about him too because soon, his lips were hungrily chasing after yours. Arms wrapping around you as he tapped your thigh, indicating you to jump so he can lift you. You hesitated so he tapped again, firmer.

You listened to him and he lifted you up—your legs wrapping around his waist as he continued passionately kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe.

All the love was bursting through, no insecurities in that moment there. Just you and JJ, loving each other.

[fairestwriting]

Could I rq Riddle, Azul, and Ace seeing reader’s friend from RSA half-jokingly,half-seriously asking them to transfer to their school? They can even bring Grim with them.

I really like you’re writing btw <3

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

“The paperwork for that would be very complicated.” He interrupts their train of thought so quickly, but it’s just because he’s definitely heard that same joke himself before. “Believe me, I know someone who goes there too. It’d be especially difficult for them to allow in a familiar, I hear.”

He doesn’t really get the joke part. Just like he doesn’t get it when Che’nya jokes about transferring to NRC, or making him transfer to RSA. They’re both great, prestigious magic schools, and the transfer process is downright grueling, if there’s no specific reason for it, transferring would be a stupid idea— That’s what’s going through his mind right now.

“Besides, it’s not like going to different schools stops you from talking to each other. You’re doing it right now, aren’t you?” He comments, setting down his tea cup. Whatever your friend’s true intentions were with that comment, he shuts them down pretty efficiently, even if it wasn’t his intention at all. One might even wonder if the idea makes Riddle jealous…

…And it does, just a little bit, but that’s not the main point here. Really. Even if you ask him, he’ll just kind of pout about it and tell you that if you do want to transfer, at least make sure you do it properly. Gets embarrassed at how much he dislikes the idea, but he’s not a good enough liar to hide it.

𐙚 Ace Trappola

“Whaaat, you can’t do that! There’s no way a fancy school like that would let that weasel in.” His response starts off all dramatic and whiny sounding, but he quickly breaks into a smirk. He’s like the opposite of Riddle, instead of not catching onto the joking part, it’s the seriousness that flies right over his head.

He can tell your RSA friend is attached to you, sure, he’s observant enough to see that. But that would be a pretty crazy idea, wouldn’t it? If even transferring dorms within the same school is a huge pain, he can’t even begin to imagine how much work it’d be to transfer schools.

When you all go your separate ways, he comments about your RSA friend being a “funny” guy. It does really sound like the sort of thing a stereotypical RSA student would say, to him. It has a sort of overly charitable, “thinks the world is sunshine and rainbows” feel, he explains. Maybe it makes sense to you, maybe it doesn’t. Either way, Ace can’t possibly take it seriously. If you ever tell him you’re actually thinking about transferring, it’ll be a surprise to him.

Honestly, he likely won’t even associate your idea with your friend’s comment, unless you specifically mention that. Then it’s more like “Really? You’re willing to do all that just to get closer to some goody two-shoes? Wow, someone has a crush.”, laughing as he teases you, hardly believing the whole thing at all.

𐙚 Azul Ashengrotto

“Oh, it’s very kind of you to offer to help with the process like that. It would take a lot of work, if they do decide to do this.”Azul responds pleasantly, but the polite smile on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes as they fixate on that friend of yours. It might’ve truly been intended to come off as just a silly, affectionate joke, but he doesn’t like it.

Depending on how observant you are, you might be able to feel the instant change of atmosphere surrounding the three of you. Obviously, Azul isn’t going to actually argue against the guy, who do you take him for— But there’s not a single overtly positive reply coming out of his mouth either. Anytime the idea of you transferring is brought up, he’ll sneak in a reminder of how difficult the process is, all while keeping that smile on his face.

As your RSA friend says goodbye to you both, you’re left with a bit of a strange feeling. And Azul will talk about how it was such a pleasure to be introduced to your friend, he’s looking forward to speaking to them again, the Lounge’s doors are always open to them if you want to hang out, etc. And he’ll pretend he has no clue what you’re talking about if you point out he’s behaving weirdly.

Of course he doesn’t want to admit it’s jealousy, that would be just childish— The truth is pretty clear if you know him well enough, however. He doesn’t actually think they could convince you to put yourself through all that… but it surely it wouldn’t hurt to remind you it’s easier to stay, right?

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[mblue-art]

someone is having thoughts (he's trying sooo hard to be nonchalant and chill)

[scarapanna]

I liked your art, you won🎉🎉🎉

WE WON NO REDEMPTION WAHOOOOO/silly

I'm still terrified of the redemption route for this clown though hdhghfg, I want his silly self to stay evil and wimsy and goofy and with redemption uhhh

We're like

I dunno I'm sooo scared devsis is gonna take away that aspect which is what makes him just so funnn. Please pretty please let him be god awful and rotten and rude and goofy if you take that route Devisis I want him to keep his funny wimsy qualities. Please please pleaseeee write him well y'all are doing sooo good with him don't fumble by taking the redemption route (And if they do it better be good and he better stay chaotic and goofy and sassy and condescending and all his "rotten rabid thing" qualities)

If they do him (And his fun aspects justice in this dreaded hypotetical) then I may be cool with it. Though the mean ass possum has grown on me so much I'd 100% miss that evil and unhinged part of him TONS, devsis have mercy pretty please/silly

[Longer more insane ramblings are in the tags hsfhfhhv]

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

Okay I saw more of your art and had to come back (if it’s okay)

Maybe this time….King Marty? Like in a kings outfit with the septor

and crown and stuff? Idk

no problem at all! i'm just happy you enjoy :D

anyone with any remote knowledge of historical dress from any vague period or region please avert your eyes.

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[sysig]

@vernors tags are so incredibly correct (Patreon)

[aria0fgold]

Well that was... unsettling...

[cryptidscries]

you ever miss someone so much that they start appearing in your dreams every night? ahaha.....me neither

[emile-hides]

I just think it'd be neat if they were separate guys who could interact