#so ty for sending this so i could ramble about this one

[n6ptunova]

could you maybe do a matt sleepy fic?💕💕

a/n: this is so cute ty for the requestt bae i hope i did it justice!🫶🏼

warnings: none just fluff :)

lazy days were pretty common with matt. nick and chris always poked fun at you guys calling you “boring”, but you loved every moment with your boyfriend, including the quiet ones.

some days you put on a romcom, eat snacks and laugh, cry, cringe at various parts of the movies. other days you just enjoy each other’s presence, bodies melting into each other- not in a sexual way- just very intimate.

usually you’re the small spoon, resting your head on his chest, one leg swung over him while he gently plays with your hair. you guys even have this silly little game where he traces his fingers on your back and you have to decode the message he wrote. his cold hands dragging softly across your skin sends shivers down your spine, making it hard to focus on what he’s writing.

“come on, baby, guess,” he chuckles, the sound travelling straight to your ear as if it has healing abilities (it does). you made a random guess and he giggles again. “nopeee, try again, loser.” you’ve taken multiple guesses at this point, and none of them were correct.

“you’re so bad at this, oh my god,” he teased you as you lightly smack his bare chest and tell him it’s your turn to write something.

although matt will never admit it, sometimes, he loves being the small spoon. i mean, what could be better than nestling his head into your neck, his hair tickling your chin as you scratch all the way from his head to his back. he’s in literal heaven.

on days when matt just wants to sleep all day, you’re a necessity. he literally cannot fall asleep without being in your arms lulled by the sound of your heartbeat. it’s so sweet but if you need to grab a snack or go to the bathroom, his grip tightens around you as he faintly mumbles, “nooo, stay with me.”

“matt, i need to pee, i promise i’ll be done quick baby,” he sighs, “let’s just stay in bed all day i’m sleepy, please?” his tired voice tugged on your heartstrings, how could you say no to that? you agreed on his plan with the condition that he lets you pee.

once you were back, he hums in contentment as he snuggles into you again, kissing your cheek and neck while he assumes his previous position. “talk to me.” that’s another thing, he lovess falling asleep to your voice. good god was he whipped. you do as he asked, rambling on about your day until eventually you both fall asleep and hibernate for the rest of the day like cute little bears in the winter.

tags: @mattscoquette @et6rnalsun @sturnsxplr-25 @strlvvr @sturniluvr

[spideyriki]

Oiiiii I’ve been following you for a while and I finally got the guts to send a request 0_0

If you’re okay with it could you please write about sub!jake as your roommate and him being a virgin but also the biggest pervert and how he secretly used your underwear to get off and kind of waxing you until one day you catch him in the act and take his virginity?

If you don’t like it you can change it to your liking or just ignore it

Ty in advance <3

if you want to

pairing: jake x reader

content: virgin!jake, soft sex, dacryphilia, panty stealing, nicknames, just a littleeee 🤏🏻 bit of degradation but not really reader js calls jake something sorta mean (+ lmk if i missed anything)

w. count: 2k+

a. note: hi anon n everyone!! sorry for disappearing for over a month but thank u so much for requesting n im so so sorry cause this is crazy overdue. hope you don't mind but i changed the roommate part and the watching reader part, i'm sorry i'm not into those things :(( n this was actually meant to be hard dom reader but i let the gentle demons win. nyways sorry for rambling here n feedback is appreciated, love u guys my lovely readers <3

you and your boyfriend, jake, have been living together for awhile now. everything was amazing and you were really pleased with the way the both of you managed to split chores without an issue.

jake was incharge of doing the laundry and recently, you've noticed some of your lace panties have gone missing. you were going to ask jake about it but it often times just slipped from your mind.

until, one night, you came home from work. calling out to him as you usually would when you arrived home, puzzled when jake hadn't immediately run up to you like he usually would.

making your way to your shared bedroom, you noticed the door was left slightly ajar, entering the room only to be greeted with an amazing sight.

the both of you haven't gone all the way yet but you have been intimate together before but the sight you witnessed was just breathtaking.

before you, jake was on all fours as his fist held your missing panties tightly around his flushed cock, moving at an amazing pace, his head lolled back as he chased his orgasm. quietly, you made his way behind him, his loud pants masking the sound of your footsteps.

"i've been looking for those."

jake jumped when he heard your voice, craning his head around quickly as his big eyes stared up at you, halting his ministrations.

immediately, jake grabbed the duvet in an attempt to cover bare body, stammering out rushed apologies. your cold hand rested on jake's chest to stop him from covering himself.

"that's not very nice, is it, jakey? stealing my panties.", you coo.

"i-i'm really sorry, y/n.", jake rushed out, tears springing up out of the corners of his eyes.

your gentle hand travelled up to his eyes and wiped the tears off his red blotchy face, your gaze heavy as you stared him down.

"what should i do with you, puppy? should i tie you up and leave a vibrator on your cute little cock? bend you over and spank you? hmm? what do you think you deserve, jake?"

his hard cock leaking another dribble of precum at your words. jake's fisted your panties tighter, catching his bottom lip between his teeth out of nervousness.

your hand tapped his flushed cheek gently at his silence.

"answer me.", you barked out.

a whimper left jake's mouth as another set of tears began to fall from his pretty eyes at your mean tone. slowly, jake shook his head in answer.

"no? i shouldn't punish you even after you've acted like some stupid bitch in heat?"

jake surpressed a cry, as he shook his head again in agreement, holding back more tears.

"then? should i just let you fuck me instead, puppy?"

at that, jake nods vigorously. unsatisfied with his silence, you quirk up a condescending brow at him. jake blinked up at you, flushing further when he realises what you're asking for.

"y-yes please, please let me fuck you, y/n.", jake squeaked out.

your gentle fingers caressed his cheek after deeming his response satisfactory, turning around facing your back to jake.

"undress me."

jake's shaky hands made his way to the zipper of your dress, gingerly pulling it down and watching as your bare skin slowly gets exposed to him. you shrug of the sleeves of your dress, before peeling it off your body.

you turn back to face jake, who was sitting awkwardly on your shared bed, his glossy eyes staring up at you as he waited for you to instruct him. reaching out, you take hold of his wrist and guided it to run over your body.

"don't be shy, sweet boy. it's just me.", you said in a sultry tone, reeling in the way his hands trace over your sensitive skin, goosebumps arising over the expanse of your torse as your nipples began to harden.

you pull down your panties as jake's hands fumbled around with your bra clasp, struggling to undo the garment. a giggle leaves your lips as his eyebrows furrow in concentration before you reach behind and unclasp it yourself.

jake's mouth fell agape, his eyes stayed trained on the dips and curves of your beautiful figure as you stood bare before him, a smile etched across your face at jake's adorable expression before his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

the feeling of the covers being pulled off his body snapped him out of his trance, your eyes trailed down to look at how jake's poor little cock was so so hard and had leaked all over his abdomen.

your legs straddled jake's lap, the way your damp core pressed up against him nearly made jake go light headed. his hands rested on your hips as he leaned up to kiss you, shivering at the feeling of your boobs pressing up against his chest.

the kiss you both shared was wet and messy, the urgency evident as jake grew needier by the second. your tongues danced together as your hands circled around his shoulders and his rested awkwardly on your hips.

as you slowly pulled away, a string of saliva breaking apart from the distance between your lips. his eyes fluttered open, only for them to gravitate towards your breasts.

you leaned into his ear and whispered, "taste them, sweet boy."

his mouth was around your hardened nipple, hesitant at first before he was eagerly sucking the bud. your fingers made it's way to his soft hair. you let out a moan as his teeth nibbled around your tit, tugging at his hair which elected a whimper from jake.

as the feeling of your core grew frustratingly wet, you decided to properly lay on the bed, guiding jake to loom above you.

"may i touch you down here, jakey?"

"yes, please.", jake shyly answered you.

as the feeling of your soft fingertips came into contact with his achingly sensitive cock, jake let out a loud moan as his head feel back, tears brimming his eyes.

"s-so good.", jake moaned out.

your fingers moved agonisingly slow as your thumb smeared precum all over his slit, only for more to spurt out, a small mewl sounded from jake as your hands moved downwards to fondle with his balls.

deeming jake ready, you laid back further and spread open your legs. your wet folds glistening from the light of the room as your entrance fluttered around nothing, urging jake to touch your core.

"go on, jakey. fuck me like you wanted to, sweet boy.", you urged him.

jake's hands held your thighs as he aligned his cock to your entrance, his face flushing a deep red as his lip was caught between his lips. jake took deep breaths from his nose. though, you quickly held his wrist as you took notice of his eyes watering.

unlike earlier, jake genuinely looked a little worried, so, you quickly stopped him before sitting up to look at him properly.

"jake, what's wrong, sweetheart? we don't have to do anything if you don't want to.", you said softly as you caressed his back soothingly.

jake's big eyes looked up at you, holding back tears.

"i've never... haven't..", jake's sentence trailed off.

your brows furrowed in confusion as you processed what jake was saying, eyes blinking in realisation.

"...jake, are you a virgin?", you questioned him.

at your words, jake's lips wobbled as he hesitantly nodded and he looked seconds away from tears, quickly, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you.

"it's okay, jakey. don't worry, we don't have to do anything."

"n-no!", jake rushingly cut your words. "i w-want to do this... but i just don't know how to.", jake continued, timidly looking down at his hands.

you gently took hold of his face to look into his beautiful eyes, giving him a soft smile. leaning down, you pressed a small kiss on his lips. slowly, you flipped him over to lay on his back as your lips slotted between his once again. unlike the kiss you both shared earlier, it wasn't rushed or urgent but it was passionate and full.

"can i ride you, jakey?"

jake nodded eagerly at you, however, at his lack of words, you pulled away.

"words please, sweet boy.", you whispered to him.

"y-yes please fuck me.", jake breathed out.

placing one last kiss on his lips for good measure, you took hold of his full member and aligned it with your soaking entrance, you looked up into jake's eyes as you finally sunk down on him.

you let out a deep breath at the feeling of his thick cock filling up your tight pussy, his prominent veins rubbing against your insides so deliciously as your hips stilled to make sure jake was ready for you.

at the feeling of your pussy enveloping him, jake had to use every power in him to not cum into you right then and there. jake's head immediately rolled back into the soft pillows and his eyes clamped shut, his hands pawing at your hips as if to ground himself. slowly his eyes fluttered open to look at you.

the way you smiled down at him was enough to make him go crazy.

at the sight of jake blushing, your fingers reached down to run through his hair. "you okay there?", you asked teasingly, tilting your head slightly. jake mewled at the feeling of your hands running through his locks as he nodded.

a few moments passed before you deemed jake ready, slowly you rolled your hips foward to see how he would react.

jake let out a hearty moan at the sensation. his eyes shutting closed once again as he got lost in the feeling. taking that as a good sign, you began to thrust down onto his length.

your hips carried you up to bounce on his dick, your boobs jumping with your thrust. your warm walls stretching as his cock burried itself deeper inside you, beginning to kiss at your cervix. glancing down, you take notice of how jake's large cock was bulging against your lower abdomen with each thrust.

"look at how big you are, jakey.", you cooed out.

jake made the mistake of looking down to your lower abdomen where he could see the way his cock throbbed inside of you as you grinded into him, his mind reeling at the way your cunt was so tight around him.

the familiar feeling of his tightening core was getting harder to hold back as he looked down a little more, only to be greeted with the sight of his dick disappearing into your tight wet hole.

pretty tears continued to cascade down his cheeks, "please so close!", jake all but screamed out to you.

your fingers took hold of his hands that were holding onto your working hips, interlocking them together as you leaned down to capture his lips.

"let go for me, jake.", you whispered against his lips.

that's all it took for jake to cry out as his hips snapped up into you, squeezing his eyes shut as his cock released his warm cum deep inside you. praises fell from your lips as he emptied himself into your cunt.

as he came down from his high, a whine escaped him as you continued to ride him, increasing your pace as you chased your own orgasm. you cooed at him softly, "just a little more, sweet boy.", you let go of one of jake's hand to massage at your clit.

finally, the coil in your stomach snapped, squirting your juices all over his dick. at the combined feeling of your cunt tightening around him and the way your cum coated his dick, jake couldn't help the moan that left him as he released into you again.

your movements slowed down before it finally came to a halt, as you leaned down to capture jake's lips in yours, lifting yourself off his softening cock, your pussy dripping cum onto the bedsheets.

immediately praises fell from your lips when you parted from the kiss as you rested your head on his chest.

"thank you for letting me be your first, my love."

©spideyriki 🍉

[galedekarios]

just musing about gale and his parents:

we only have a handful of conversations where he mentions his parents and when he does, it's usually only his mother, morena dekarios.

his mother is mentioned at several points in the game. during a custom protag playthrough, he mentions her in a datamined conversation that appears to be bugged/broken:

and he mentions her at the end of the game as well when he proposes to the player:

i was also able to find another mention in a banter with karlach that usually happens for me shortly after recruiting her:

from gale's origin, this aspect is explored even more deeply:

there's more, of course, and it very clearly shows that the bond he shares with his mother is a deep and loving one from both sides. it's also very interesting that he is called dekarios after his mother and not--even though naming conventions could certainly vary even in waterdeep--after his father.

who he doesn't mention at all.

the only time we do get a vague mention is during a conversation with the protag after saving mirkon from the harpies:

after that, i haven't been able to find any reference, indirect or direct, to gale's father in the game.

so, here we enter theory territory:

i feel that, from a narrative point of view, in keeping with what i think gale's themes are, gale's father may have abandoned gale and his mother when gale was still young.

gale's character is rife with what might be interpreted as abandonment issue and it makes sense to me at least that those weave through his life up until the point where the protag meets him in the game.

another theme with gale is that he appears to have a lot of female figures in this life, who all had a profound impact on him, whether that impact is positive or negative: morena, tara, and yes, mystra.

it feels like to me that he had no father figure--and i use that term a bit more loosely here--until later in his life with elminster. this is already hinted at in a game with a custom protag, but all the more solidified in a gale origin playthrough:

i think without directing telling you, the game does allow you to sort of guess at that part of his background in this way, and understand why gale is as he is as a consequence. you can also understand why he acts as he does with elminster. seeking his approval. yearning for it. being extremely hurt by elminster having to see him like this when mystra sends him to gale to deliver her... instructions. this almost pointed absence of a mention of his father in all his comments (and tara's too, now that i think about it) when it comes to family is glaring to me.

being left, being abandoned, makes it much more understandable to me why he doesn't speak of him at all: if gale's father had died, it would make more sense to me that he would remark on it or share it in some way or another. it might have come up in a banter with wyll, perhaps, who is struggling with the expectations his own father had placed on him.

"he died when i was still very young." perhaps, or something along the lines of, "i barely remember him; he died when i was only a child.", etc etc etc.

YET if gale's father indeed abandoned his mother--who he holds in such high regard, and not to mention his own hurt--i can easily see and understand why he wouldn't waste a word on him.

anyhow yes, this is long and ramble-y, and i 100% might be reading too much into what may be a simple oversight, but it was interesting to me and i still see it as tying in with the theme of abandonment, even though we don't know the reasons for it in this particular case.

was it not wishing to deal with a child with magical talents he couldn't control yet? was it for another reason entirely?

[pintrestgrl]

hey girly, sending a request for latina reader x drew doing press for obx 4! she’s born and raised in latin america (if you wanna choose a specific country i could say Mexico but that’s my biased nationality recommendation) , so she speaks fluent Spanish and has been in the show since season one, so she’s in the tight friend group with the rest of the cast! I’d love to see their dynamic, maybe a friends to lovers, slow burn type of thing, that could be just a blurb or if you feel like it, it could turn into a series with different scenarios!

cannot wait to see what you come up with<3

hiii i love this idea !! i’m gonna do puerto rico js bcs that’s where my family is from :)

alsooo instead of a usual story, i’m gonna do headcanons

ty for the ask !! love yaaa 💕💞💓💖💘

friends!to!lovers drew starkey headcanons with latina!reader.

- drew most definitely was eyeing you the SECOND you walked into auditions. likeee no shame at all.

- and when he saw you at the first day of filming?? omfg he was cheesing so hard.

- your character was a pogue, so you didn’t get to shoot many scenes with him. but when you did, he was literally silently freaking out.

- he kept breaking character too. it was hard not too when you looked up at him with the biggest brown eyes he’d ever seen.

- he rambled to chase and rudy all day on set about any little thing you did.

- after the first season came out, the rare interviews you did have together, he couldn’t hide the smile at his face any time you spoke, looking at you the whole interview.

- and his face when you started speaking spanish to the interviewer? god, he wanted to die.

- this only caused the fans to notice, and to make many, many posts shipping you two together.

- he absolutely hated this.

- why? because all the fans were right. he did in fact have a silly high school crush on you.

- producers picked up on it too. which only meant that you two would have to start doing one-on-one interviews with eachother.

- specifically, ones that celebrity couples usually did.

- the whole world was practically begging you to get together.

- by the time filming for season 2 came around, there was thousands of rumors coming out about you two every day.

- but, he knew it was bound to awkward on set. you two had done all these interviews, heard all the rumors, but hadn’t really sat down and talked about it. any of it.

- so, he did exactly that. the first day of filming the 2nd season, he spoke to you.

- the conversion was probably the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done.

- he told you everything. every tiny little thing he thought about you, down to the details.

- he told you how he had been infatuated with you since auditions, and how you filled his mind everyday on set.

- to his surprise, you took it rather well.

- you smiled at his words, blushed even.

- he almost died, when the words “así, le gusto al gringo?” came out of your mouth.

- you were definitely open to the idea of trying out a relationship with him, he was the cutest guy on set.

- he was fucking ecstatic. the prettiest girl he’d ever seen in his whole life, agreed just like that?

- you talked for a few weeks, before he finally asked you to be his girlfriend.

- he showed up to your apartment, a huge ramo in hand, and a sign.

- the whole movie shebang, he even learned how to ask you to be his girlfriend in spanish. just for you.

- you kept it private from fans, and your costars for the first couple of weeks, wanting no interruptions in your relationship.

- there was stolen kisses inbetween breaks on set, shy hands reaching for your thigh under tables, and subtle whispers in ears.

- after the first month anniversary of your relationship, you both hard launched eachother on instagram.

- you posted a photo of you and him kissing at the beach, that you took on your digital camera.

- he posted photos he took of you at your previous anniversary dinner, in the prettiest pink dress.

- both your phones blew up immediately. texts from your cast, from your personal friends, everyone in the world was going crazy for you two.

- so many social media posts talking about you two came out, articles, even your own costars posting about the news.

- he was the happiest he’d ever been. that was, because of you.

- you were the perfect girl for him. all he’d ever wanted.

- little did he know, you’d eyed him since the auditions as well.

[and-claudia]

Tyler Owens x fem!reader (Twisters) Kinktober #3

Warnings: public sex/videotaping/live streaming, oral (m receiving), road head (don't do this guys it's very unsafe), p in v (let me know if I missed any!)

Also please be nice, this is my first time writing For him and my first time writing Oral with m reciving...

Words: 1400

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I sat in the front seat as Tyler drove. We had been out all day chasing. It had been a good day. Great structure, even a decent EF 3 tornado spun up for us. 

“Looks like our storms are dying out, Ty.” I said, looking at the radar. 

He glanced over at the screen as I turned it to him. 

“I think you’re right, sweetheart. It was a pretty damn good day, though.” He said, glancing between me and the road before looking at the camera that was mounted on the dash, “Don’t you agree, guys?” He said to all the viewers. 

“Looks like they do.” I said, seeing the chats coming in. 

Tyler did the outro for the live stream and then turned off the camera as I shut my laptop. “I wish you would talk meteorology more during the live streams, you know?” Tyler said. 

“I know… it’s just I know what most people are watching for and it’s not for me to ramble on about the scientific aspect of things. It’s to watch the Tornado Wrangler do his thing.” I said. 

“Sweetheart, you forget,” He reached up and took his hat off before reaching over and putting it on my head, “You’re a Tornado Wrangler too.” 

I smiled at him. 

“You know the rules.” He said, nodding to the hat that was now on my head. 

“I know, trust me, I’m dying to get to our motel for the night.” I said, sending him a flirtatious wink. 

“Who said we had to wait?” He said with a smirk, reaching for the radio to contact the convoy. 

“Hey, y’all, head on to the next town. Yn and I are going to take a small detour to watch the rain pass.” He said into it and waited for everyone to respond.

We weren’t actually all together, having gotten separated when Tyler and I broke off to get to a funnel cloud that was forming but never produced a tornado. Everyone agreed to see us later, and Tyler’s smile grew even more. We were on some old back roads and hadn’t seen another car for over an hour it seemed. 

“See, no need to wait.” He said. 

“You’re right,” I said, reaching over and grabbing his belt buckle. Just below it, I could already see his bulge growing. “In fact, I think I’ll start now.” 

I undid the buckle and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leaned across the center console. Then, I got his jeans and boxers pulled down just enough to free his hardening cock. 

“Hold onto this for me.” I said, taking his hat off of my head and putting it back on his, “Oh, and keep your eyes on the road.” I teased. 

I wasn’t sure what had come over me. Usually, I would never try something like this, but the thrill from the chase earlier was still pumping through my veins. I took him in my hand, pumping up and down a few times, loving the way he shifted in his seat as he anticipated what was coming next. I leaned down a little bit more, the position was in now way comfortable, but my focus right now was on making him feel good. Once I was close enough, I slowly put his tip into my mouth, teasing him with my tongue. Then I suck further down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I good. 

“Fuck.” Tyler sighed above me, “Feels so good, sweetheart.” 

I began bopping my head up and down, working him towards his release. I could hear his grunts and sighs above me, and it was like music to my ears. My cheeks hollowed and took him even deeper. I felt him stiffen under me as he hit the steering wheel with his hand. 

“Hold on, sweetheart.” He said, wrapping one arm over me to hold me steady. 

Then suddenly, I felt the truck slowly down some as it turned off the road. We hit a small ditch causing him to go even further into my mouth, nearly making me gag, but I continued to suck him off. The truck came to a stop, and he put it in park. 

“Shit, baby, I’m not lasting much longer. Get up.” He said, reaching down to grab my shoulders, gently pulling me off his cock. 

I pulled off of him with a small wet pop sound and looked at him, confused. 

“Get those jeans off now.” He said, clearly trying to hold himself together. 

“Damn, you really know how to talk the pants off a girl.” I said, unbuttoning them and shimmying out of them as I slipped my boots off as well, leaving me in only my shirt. 

“I do have my ways.” He said with a wink and nodding me over. 

“Tyler, you can’t be serious.”

Granted, we were in the middle of nowhere, but having actual sex in his truck was way different from me, just sucking him down below the windows where no one could see me. 

“Oh, I am very serious.” He said, reaching down between his legs and dropping the seat back all the way before opening the center console and grabbing a condom out of it. 

“Oh, and, rules are rules, sweetheart. Get over here.” He said, undoing his seat belt and patting his lap before reaching up and putting his hat back onto my head. 

I shook my head with a smile.

Carefully, I climbed over the center console, making sure not to hit any equipment. Tyler helped guide me into his lap. Once, I was straddling him, he reached down and ran his fingers through my folds. 

“Shit, sweetheart, did suck my dick make you that wet already, or is that from seeing those storms earlier?” He teased, causing me to shove his shoulder. 

“Shut up and fuck me, Owens.” I said, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, reaching down between us to line himself up with my entrance. 

He used his other hand to carefully guide me to sink down onto him. Our moans mixed together in the small space of the cab of the truck. After taking a moment to get used to the stretch, I reached up to use the back of his seat by his shoulder to guide myself back up before sinking back down onto him. Tyler took that as his signal to grab my hips and set a steady pace. 

“Fuck, Tyler.” I moaned as he gripped my hips and sped up the pace. 

“Go ahead sweetheart, come for me.” He said, pulling me down further onto his cock, hitting that soft, spongy spot deep inside me that had me seeing stars. 

My head dropped back as I came, moaning his name. As my walls squeezed around him, he followed my lead, cumming as well. 

He continued to guide my hips up and down, though now it was at a much slower pace, allowing us both to ride our highs. 

“Uh, guys…” Boone’s voice came through the CB radio. 

Tyler sighed, still buried in me, but carefully reached around me to grab the radio. 

He took a deep breath before pressing the button and speaking, “What?” 

“Y’all do know you’re still live, right?” 

The words snapped me out of the peaceful trance I was in as I looked at Tyler with wide eyes. 

“Shit!” He yelled, reaching up quickly to grab the hat off my head and using it to cover my bare ass that was facing the camera. 

Since he was keeping me covered, he couldn’t quite reach the camera to properly turn off the stream since he was still inside of me. So, I carefully lifted myself up off of him and sat back down on his lap before reaching behind me to turn the camera off. 

“Is it actually off now?” I asked Tyler. 

“Yeah…” 

“Damn, guys, that’s some of our highest viewings ever! Do you do this after every chase?” Boone asked, and even though his voice was slightly static-y, I could hear the teasing tone. 

I buried my face into Tyler’s chest in embarrassment as he laughed. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know… we’ll be in town later. Do us a favor, don’t bother us till then.” Tyler said before hanging the radio back up. Then he gave me that look and I knew I was in for a long night. 

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[dragon-ascent]

Hihiiiiii I ADORE ur works, especially chonkli and all the fluff just makes me so happy eeee I'm sorry if ur not taking request though more of a ramble is good!! I saw this ask by one user. Below is the exact thing 'I've had this on my mind for so long and I NEED to share it!

Imagine if reader has bees Morax/Rex Lapis wife/Husband for centruries by now. Two dragons in love BUT BUT, reader is like two or 3 times bigger than him in their dragon form with less bright colors and scarier in appearance. (In different reptile species the "female" tends to be bigger than the male and I just think is funny and has so much potential)

Rex Lapis looking like a noodle next to his spouse, is actually amusing' This is so adorable so maybe if we could have a few hcs? or maybe like a said before a bit more of a ramble about this? TY!!!

(if u dont mind for now I'll be anon 🎀)

Yaaay I'm happy you like my work!! Chonkli is one of my fave things to write and overall fluff is my jam, I find :D

And here you go, some rambles on the topic of long noodles in love~

While Zhongli is the smaller one (albeit still a very long boi), his lithe body allows for better combat efficiency. He always makes sure you're well-protected! That doesn't stop you from trying to watch out for him in turn. When you sense danger, you coil yourself around him, rumbling purrs reverberating through the mountains. Since your sheer appearance is more intimidating, to say the least, it usually does the trick to ward off potential attackers! (But if things got ugly, Zhongli would be more than happy to switch roles and be your protector.)

Maybe the people of the land even mistake you for the archon at first because of your imposing aura! Because surely it's the one way loftier than the mountains and with a glare that permeates steel...oh, never mind, you can barely chuck boulders half your size. It's the brown golden-eyed one with gentler purrs that's their god!

It's fun to soar across the skies and over the lands shaped by your lover - it's also fun to play hide-and-seek in these landscapes! You, uhh, kind of have a harder time staying hidden, both because of your size and because your tail wiggles nonstop when you sense him nearby, the vibrations sending mild shockwaves through the ground.

[fearfics]

no one but you.

skye riley x fem!reader

friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight?? angst??; skye has a long day of work and the only thing that can help is you :3

warnings: skye's hair pulling is the only thing i think but if there's anything else that might need a warning, lmk!

a/n: heyyy finally posting smth and like i've said before...i wouldn't call myself a writer i'm just a girl who imagines scenarios in her head and needs to write them out sometimes SO if it's quite cheesy and cliche, shhh i know this is just for fun!!! this is in bullet format just because it's an easier way for me to separate my thoughts so sorry if it's hard to read...

also, just like fun fact and im rambling but the main idea i had for this was watching the piano scene and thinking...okay but what if she plays a song for you for the first time...and boom. and the title is taken from no one noticed by the marias :] anyways, if you read this far, i’m kinda proud of this so i hope you enjoy and ty for reading <3

• skye has a rougher than usual day of work leaving her distressed and completely exhausted :(

• she collapses on her bed, her mind racing from the events today but the thoughts all lead back to you. for skye, being around or thinking of you is one of the few things that can help her relax.

• of course, she’d never admit that to anybody because she thinks she sounds crazy but it’s true!

• she runs her hands over her face and sighs before pulling out her phone. clicking your conversation, her thumb hovers over the text box.

• as her eyes move across the screen, she rereads your message from this morning – "good luck in the studio today girl 💗 oh here are the pics from the other night btw 😙" – she smiles softly at the emojis, thinking about the casual dinner you guys had with some friends.

• she swipes through the pictures, mostly silly and cute posing with your food and kissy faces…she can't help but zoom in on the two of you, remembering how pretty she thought you looked with your hair loose and makeup slightly smudged and -

• OKAY so maybe she’s incredibly down bad and that’s why just the thought of you is so calming for her!

• BUT she doesn’t want to bother youuuu. while you’re not living the same hectic lifestyle she is, you could still be busy, you know. you have your own life and things to do and take care of. she glances at the time noticing it’s later than she thought. you could already be sleeping…

• she can feel her hand rising, fingers reaching for That Spot in her hair as she begins to overthink even messaging you at all.

• *DING* she shifts her eyes back to her phone, locking onto the blue text bubble – “skyeee you haven’t said anything all dayyyy like not even the usual picture of your lunch i was visually starving girl”

• she lets out a deep breath, palm falling flat on her head. oh, thank god you texted something first..wait that means you were thinking about her…and so late at night too…which could mean nothing…

• she thinks for a second before replying – “sorry it was just super busy today..had to spend extra time in the booth im exhaustedd” sent.

• she places her acrylic nail between her teeth, biting out some nervous energy.. should i just ask? oh, fuck it i’ll just ask.

• “actually um could you possibly come over to my place? i could really use someone to talk to rn… i can send a car or whatever you know but if it’s too late you don’t have to that’s totally fine” sent.

• she continues chewing her nail as she watches the three dots pop up indicating you’re typing. – “oh skye :( don’t worry about it! ofc it’s not too late. you know i’ll come over any time. i’ll be there soon <3”

• <3. <3!!!!

• okay, she’s normal about you. she’s fine...just smiling too hard at her phone before replying with her own “<33”

• while she waits for the driver to bring you to her place, she takes a hot shower, letting the heat relax her body and ease her mind for as long as she needs. after getting into comfier clothes, she heads to the kitchen to grab a water. a sigh escapes her as she places her hands on the counter. the nerves course through her body once more as she thinks about you on your way over. she takes a breath before unscrewing the water and gulping down half the liquid. the bottle makes a loud *thunk* as she sets it down on the counter. she still can’t believe she’s gotten used to doing that.

• she reaches to replace the cap when she hears a knock on her door. you’re here. the exhaustion in her body replaces itself with…excitement? anxiety? she doesn’t know. she’s just happy that you’re here.

• screwing the cap back on as fast as she can, she takes quick footsteps over to the door, sliding a little as her sock covered feet don’t leave the ground. catching herself on the wall, she steadies herself, fixing the hair that fell in her face. god, she’s mess.

• she reaches for the knob while tip toeing up to take a peek through the peep hole. she couldn’t help but crack a smile at your hello kitty pjs before opening the door.

• you wear an empathetic smile as you hold up your bag, “i brought candy.”

• skyes let’s out a breath of relief, smiling back and relaxing her shoulders, “you. are amazing. get in here.” she grabs your arm, pulls you in and locks the door back up while you let out a small laugh.

• “i know, i know." you reply removing your coat and shoes. “so,” you start to speak as skye follows slowly behind, smile still lingering on her lips. you jog over to the couch plopping yourself into the seat, “you get first pick as always.” you hold the bag open, shaking the sides as you usher her over to take a seat next to you.

• skye tilts her head, jokingly rolling her eyes as she hovers her hamd over the bag. “i’ll take…oo these! thank you very much.” she pulls out a blue bag and sits herself to the right to you. you knew that blue bag all too well.

• “not the gummy wormsss! you know those are my favorite!” “we can share! we always share.” "right, right..."

• the conversation continues while you empty the rest of bag on the table. you take turns sharing candies, telling skye a story about the cutest cat you saw outside the shop and how you almost brought him with you.

• there was a moment of silence before you spoke up “did you want to talk about today?”

• skye glances down at her fingers staying quiet for a moment “uh…yeah, no, i mean...it’s just…” she takes air in through her nose and runs a hand through her hair, breathing out.

• you watched her facial expression change. there was nothing more you wanted than to just hold her in your arms and caress and kiss her troubles away. you never knew how far you could go without it feeling weird. what if she didn’t reciprocate?

• you always settled for holding her hand. it kept her from teasing with her hair and suppressed the urge to pull at the blonde locks and instead play with your fingers.

• “we were um…working on recording this new song. i’d played it for them a little while ago and they really liked it.” she glances at your face, your full attention on her, arm resting on the back of the couch with your chin sitting in the palm of your hand. god, you were so pretty…

• you smile softly, “of course they did. you make great music, duh.” she returns the smile at your compliment. her eyes begin to dart around the room, the stress making it’s way back into her head. you rub your thumb over the back of her hand that was still sitting in yours.

• “while we- while we were recording, it was fine but um…there’s this one part in the song i wanted to be sung a certain way but..they didn’t agree. told me to sing it the way they wanted. 'cause it ‘sounded better’. ‘tracks would’ve been faster to mix’. or some shit. i tried to argue it but…it just started something bigger and my mom was there. god, my mother…she’s no help. just wants me to follow along like usual…”

• you felt a tug at your heart as skye spoke. “oh, skye…i know how passionate you are about your music. it's awful when there’s assholes like that who just wanna make something quick and easy. it’s hard for people like you who actually care about the quality of their work. i don’t see where you did anything wrong."

• skye wipes away a couple of tears. “hey,” you reach for her other hand, interlocking both your fingers, “i know for a fact that the way you wanted your song, mind you, your song...that you wrote …i know it sounded beautiful, okay? and perfect while we’re at it.”

• skye chuckles, speaking softly “please, how could you say that if you haven’t even heard it?”

• “show me.” your volume matches hers but your words catch her attention, eyes shifting to your face. silence. “if you’re up for it, you know.”

• skyes heart races as she feels a mixture of anxiety and vulnerability. it’s not like she hasn’t sung in front of you before but right now it feels much more intimate.

• she hesitates for a moment “okay…yeah.” you smile in excitement. you were basically her number 1 fan. and she would do anything for you. this is a win-win situation.

• skye stands up to go to the piano, a rush of butterflies in her stomach as you follow behind. she adjusts the bench a little before sitting down and you stand to the side of the large instrument, elbow making contact with the top as your chin rests in your palm again.

• skye fiddles with her journal trying to find the correct page. she nervously flips onto the page titled ‘just my name’ and looks over at you before placing her fingers on the keys.

• ‘i’ve got thick skin but i’m hollow…made up of broken parts...’ from the the first line you’re mesmerized (as usual) by her voice. you listen on, paying attention to the lyrics and how relaxed skye begins to look after focusing on the melody, ‘is this how my story’s told? i get higher 'til my worlds on fire and i'm ice cold…’ seeing the raw emotion in her facial expressions as she closes her eyes, almost like she’s reliving her memories. you can tell how much this song and the lyrics really mean to skye and her experience. oh, your sweet skye…

• the final notes echo through the room. skye removes her hands from the piano, waiting for you to say something, ANYTHING…

• but your response doesn’t come. you instead take a few steps over and wrap your arms around her shoulders. her head finds its place in your neck and her arms take place under yours as you sit down beside her. you sit together like this for a moment before speaking. “that was beautiful, skye. just like i said it would be.” you whisper, your thumb caressing the back of her head, her breath felt on your neck.

• “mmm you’re just being nice 'cause you’re my friend.” she deflects. “skye, c'mon.” you pull away leaving your hands on her shoulders and look her in her eyes, “i wouldn’t lie to you. especially, especially, about your music. i know how much it means to you.”

• skye can’t help the blush that creeps up on her cheeks becoming hyperaware of the close proximity between you two. theres a flutter in your stomach at the slight nudge of her hand against your thigh.

• she clears her throat before speaking “thank you, y/n. for everything, really. i'm so so so grateful to have you in my life. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

• okay, you actually need to kiss skye so bad. her eyes glossy from the tears, the beauty mark by her lips that were soft and pouted. if the look she was giving you wasn’t enough alone, everything she just confessed solidified the feelings you couldn’t deny any longer.

• skye’s breath gets caught in her throat as she feels your hand softly take place on her cheek. the heat of the moment seems to last forever as you both stare into each other's eyes, your faces just inches apart. the unspoken feelings have been building up for so long neither of you can fathom the situation that’s unfolding. your heart is beating so loudly that you can hear it in your ears as you both sit there, hoping hers was doing just the same.

• your eyes flicker across her soft features taking one last look at her lips before returning to her eyes. “would it be like kinda crazy if we just, you know…kissed right now? i mean like if you wanted to. because i definitely want to and it would be nice but if-“

• skye lets out a puff of laughter and you’re left with a slightly amused yet confused look on your face. “god, y/n, i thought i was bad at this.” your hand falls back to her shoulder, “um what exactly is that supposed to mean?” “nothing, nothing...”

• you smirk at the casual banter, “okay, okay…so…” “oh, come here.” skyes confidence boosts as she takes your face in her hands and your lips finally touch. your eyes flutter closed and skye can feel the smirk still resting on your lips as you respond to the kiss.

• it starts out soft and slow, the gentle press of your lips against each other. but as the initial kiss sparks something between the two of you, it quickly deepens. your mouths moving hungrily against each other, the taste of the fruity candy lingering on your tongues, skyes hands running through your hair as your hands have found themselves just above her chest, toying with her necklace.

• as you two lose yourself in the moment, falling into each other, you lean a little too far, elbow landing on the piano keys. the loud, earsplitting chord jolts you back to reality, breaking the kiss. your breathing is heavy and faces are flushed with surprise and the realization of what just happened. you both can’t help but burst into giggles, the tension from before fades into a light hearted moment.

• as the giggles subside, you look at skye, “maybe.. we should take this somewhere else or something…” skye sucks her teeth, a few butterflies lingering at the bottom of her stomach, “oh is that so?”

• you roll your eyes before standing up. taking skyes hands, you pull her up with you. “well...yes. don’t ask stupid questions.” skye chuckles as she’s dragged along, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement to finally be able to kiss you the way she’s always wanted.

[bugzzybabe]

Imagine / Bob x Reader [New Avengers AU]

Summary: you and Bob have been dancing around each other for months and you finally collide while teaching him how to bake.

Ever since the incident a couple months ago where the void almost took out all of New York, things have been pretty calm. Other than the occasional missions that Valentina sends the crew on, for the most part everyone's just been bonding around the tower.

Even though it was a bit awkward at first, everyone in the New Avengers has been growing together like a family after everything you went through together. Alexei has become the boasterous and energetic uncle, Ava has been the calm yet sassy cousin, John is like a pestering little bug (everyone refuses to admit he's actually grown on them), Bucky is the grumpy father that secretley really does care for everyone. Other than that, you've grown closest with Yelena. Ever since your family passed away during the original war, this has become your new family.

The one person who you have yet to fully bond with is Bob. Everytime you would try to get close with him or even just have a casual conversation, he would get nervous and find any way to avoid you. It hurt but you chalked it up to the fact that maybe he was just intimidated by you. Maybe you had more of a resting bitch face then you thought?

It seemed like everyone but you could clearly see that the reason Bob was so nervous around you was because of how enamoured he was. When you weren't looking, Bob was absorbing every fiber of your essence from afar. Trying to soak in your sweet coconut smell every time you walked by and always gazing longingly at you as you bounced around the kitchen, baking sweet treats for whoever was passing by.

It didn't take long for the two of you to finally collide though. It was a rainy wednesday afternoon when everyone but you and Bob had been called away for a mission. You decided to bake cinnamon buns for the group as a sweet surprise for when they came back.

Putting on your bright yellow apron with ladybugs all over it and tying your hair into a tight ponytail, you got to work prepping all your ingredients. What you didn't notice was Bob waking up from a nap on the nearby couch and watching you with puppy dog eyes.

Deciding he wasn't going to run away from you any longer, Bob got up drearily and inched behind you as you whisked the batter. Before he could say anything, you felt a prescense behind you and whipped around with the whisk in battle position.Slamming right into Bob, you both knocked into the nearby counter.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't think you would turn around like that!" Bob stuttered out as he panic rambled and shook his head in his hands. Being so close to him, you felt your breath hitch as you took him in.

"Don't worry honey it's all good. I'm not mad at all, just a little surprised." You soothed as he peaked out from behind his slender fingers.

"Would you maybe want to help me bake?" You asked shyly, bracing yourself for rejection.

"I would love too." Bob blushed and gave a soft smile back that made your heart melt.

Picking yourselves back up, you turned your attention back to the batter you had started before. It wasn't hard to fall into a pace of comfort in the kitchen with Bob. He took direction very well and was consistently attentive to whatever help you needed.

When it finally came to put the cinnamon buns in the oven, Bob was already warming up to your company. He still blushed whenever you both made eye contact but at least he was more comfortable holding a conversation.

"What's your favorite color?" You asked Bob after a calming silence had collected between the two of you. He seemed a bit shocked for a moment that you wanted to even know more about him.

"Well I guess probably navy blue..." He considered before then getting nervous again, "I'm sorry that's so basic, I just love my blue sweatshirt and sometimes other colors are too overwhelming..."

Noticing he was starting to overthink, you grab his hands and gently stable him. "Hey I love that color. Don't worry it's not basic at all. Very comforting."

Taking a deep breath Bob looked at you with such a genuine fondness that you could've just melted on the spot.

"Your favorite color is forest green.." You smiled as he continued to ramble, this time in a softer tone. "Same color as your bedsheets, your favorite hoodie and the earrings you wear."

You blushed in shock as you processed what he was saying, "You notice all that?"

"Well yeah... is that bad?" He asked worried.

"No no, I just didn't think anyone paid that much attention to the things I like." You stammered out as your heart battered in your chest.

"You are a fascinating person, how could I not admire everything about you?"

With the sudden boldness of his words, you decided to do something you hoped would work out. Leaning in, you took Bob's face in your hands.

He blushed but didn't move as you traced his cheek with your thumb. Suddenly, before you could say anything, Bob's lips were against yours.

You never expected there to be such sparks. As your lips met, you melted against the smooth and cold features of his and he melted in the warmth of your touch. It was perfect.

For just a brief second, it felt like you were the only two people in the whole world... until a shrill alarm started blasting through the tower.

Pulling apart to see what was wrong, you see the oven still on. "Oh shit we burned the cinnamon buns...." You laughed and grabbed the now charred buns out of the oven with Bob peering over your shoulder.

"What do we do know?" Bob asked as you wiped your hands on your apron.

"How about we go out to dinner, just the two of us? Like a date." You asked, now facing back towards Bob.

"I would love that." Bob said with a blush consuming his cheeks.

[grimsonandclover]

Thirteen/The Gift

The diner booth is comfortable enough, the red vinyl cracking and exposing veins of yellow foam that have probably soaked years of spilled drinks and dripped sauce into them. You think about it every time you sit on them.

"What," Patrick clears his throat, adjusting himself in the seat opposite you as his eyes glance at fingers that play with a simple gold pendant around your neck, "Do you want to order anything?"

The menu is the same it always has been. Shrimp cocktail nobody ever has or ever should order, cheeseburgers that could send you into a coma, mozerella sticks and onion rings that taste like hollow dough. The food is lackluster but that's never why you came here, not for those. No, Patrick and you would always order-

"Just fries."

He swallows thickly. Patrick always asks, or always did, more out of habit than necessity. It was always a basket of fries split between the two of you here. The only thing that has felt normal to him in a lifetime. Those are the first words you've spoken to him since you'd told him to leave.

How many words ago was that? How many basket of fries lost since? Immesurable.

They're eaten in silence, which had never happened before. Years before, the meal would be filled with chatter and laughter, drama and gossip, bickering and jabs. No smart remarks were launched from one end of the veneered table to the other, no side-long glances or words of praise or scorn. Just the shuffling behind the diner counter as Marta wipes the laminate down and Billy finishes the night's dwindling orders in the kitchen behind. Forks scrape against ceramic, cups clank, someone coughs. Neither of you speak.

Patrick clears his throat for a second time. Looking over through the window beside you, one that faces the snowy parking lot, he asks you a silent question.

"Let's go to mine." You answer, knowing you're sparing him the shame of explaining his situtation if you offered his.

He's sat on your couch while you're on the floor, your head leaning back against the cushion while he crosses his arms across and Patrick props his feet up on your coffee table.

"Fuck, just... I don't know, say something."

You can tell the quiet is stressing him out, it always has. Quiet was either filled with judgement and strain, or it was filled with his ramblings. It never just existed. "Don't know what to say." It's the truth, you don't.

"Well, then... how are you doing?"

You shrug. He's still your Facebook friend, and you know he checks it. According to that, you're thriving.

"Jesus, man..."

Thirteen years has put distance between you, so much so that the invisible string tying you two together must look worn and frayed. It's been hard for you lately, a fact not broadcasted on your Facebook (where the only thing posted there now are updates you'd care for extended family to see). Patrick can see it, though. He saw it the moment he saw you on the court.

Your knuckles are red and scraped like your knees, creases now appear at the corner of your eyes and mouth when you talk and smile or frown, new and old scars litter your shoulder and chest. When you were eleven, the two of you were running in his backyard and you cut yourself on the shin with a jutting out bit of rock on a nearby fountain you'd circled, threatening Patrick that you'd jump in and through it to catch him. He can still see that scar now, skin bare as you sit in your same tennis shorts and tank.

Patrick could smell your sweat and perfume, and feel your hair tickle his thigh, and breathe your air, and see you, but he couldn't hear you. A pack of Camel Blues is pulled from his pocket. Same ones he's always smoked.

You'd scold him for smoking in your apartment, but that's too many words you'd care to spare him. At least the balcony doors are open.

He pulls two out, placing them both between his lips and grabbing the lighter you're suddenly handing him, your empty fingers now given one of the two lit cigarettes. A habit picked up as kids.

The cigarettes dwindle in your novelty ashtray, and now Patrick stands at your front door, pulling a threadbare coat over tired, cold muscle. Your fault for not turning on the heat. You think the years did him good. A part of you hopes they have, one that's lied dormant since it all ended. That part of you is old and sleepy, quiet as it's awoken, but you can still hear it. You really hope he's alright. The stubble looks alright.

He's looking down at his shoes, then yours, then to the golden pendant that he gave you exactly thirteen years ago, then to you.

"You've spoken exactly eleven words to me." Patrick can't look you in the eye, a weak smile on the corner of his mouth as his gaze darts down again. "Almost one for every year."

You hesitate for a moment before you reach up and behind your neck. You almost don't.

Grabbing his hand and pulling his fingers apart, the only contact you've made with him, you can feel the same callouses on warm, distantly familiar skin. His nails are in the same sorry state they've always been, bitten down and beaten for a good thirty-one years. He's confused by what you're doing, and then you're making his heart stop, head spin. When he looks into his palm, he sees the gift.

"Goodbye, Patrick."

[thatsatricky1]

𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐫𝐚 | p.js

“This is not going to be easy for us, you know, you basically doomed us from the start.” Y/n sighed out, readjusting her uniform.

“Czennie’s liked it when I wore it.” Jisung defended himself from where he sat at the end of your bed, also dressed.

“That is Czennie, this is your friends and members. It’s gonna be ruthless out there.” She counter argued turning to face away from the body length mirror in favour of looking at Jisung.

“And we both know for a fact I am not a Hufflepuff.” She continued moving over to Jisung, noticing his tie undone.

“Well we are supposed to match.” He gave a weak excuse not wanting to fess up; he'd just bought the hufflepuff version because it was the first one that came to mind that just somehow managed to be the same as his currently owned uniform.

“You do realise we didn’t also have to match houses right? You’re a terrible liar Sungie.” She mused out while moving to do his tie for him.

“If I have to wear the Hufflepuff one, so do you.” He mumbled out looking up at her while she continued tying his yellow/black tie.

“Alright, let’s go. I can already hear Haechan making as many puns as possible, not to mention Mark is going to be rattling one reference after another.

Jisung wincing at the mere thought as Y/n placed his scarf to hang loosely around his neck. Though he thought at least he’d be able to get through it with you dealing with it all by his side.

🪄

Y/n had been right about Haechan taking an opportunity to say a pun here and there whenever the duo was close by, but he laid off once the night started to go into full swing. Uselessly Y/n and Jisung would mingle around at parties like this, yet they stuck together this time round.

Wether for the fact they were matching or another completely different reason the two weren’t sure. But when Y/n had decided to go to Jeno for a quick chat leaving Jisung to deal with Jaemin by himself it all went south at least that’s what he thought.

“Matching houses Jisungie?” Jaemin teased out with a shit eating grin and knowing look in his eyes.

In that moment Jisung didn’t doubt that if you'd taken away his costume's fake devil horns and pitchfork that rested next to him on the couch, Jaemin would still embody a demon with just that look alone.

“Please don’t.” Jisung all but groaned out, cheeks and ears already heating up knowing fully well where Jaemin was going with this conversation.

If Jisung could take back a moment in his life it would be one that happened a few weeks ago. In a moment of weakness he’d blurred to Jaemin on his crush, said crush being their very own Y/n. Then again Jaemin wasn’t surprised in the slightest, claiming everyone but Y/n could tell. The two were too clueless for their own good.

“No, I think I will.” Jaemin’s grin grew even larger as he leaned in pinching Jisung’s reddening ear, continuing “Very smooth Jisungie very smooth.”

“So when are you gonna start sending really obvious signals to her? She’ll need a big hint to actually realise.” Jaemin asked, causing Jisung to look away.

Jisung couldn’t even think of a way of doing that let alone go through with it considering it was Y/n they were talking about.

And on cue she walked right back up to them having finished whatever previous conversation she’d been in. Moving to sit down on the couch.

“Stop scarring Jisung, Jaemin. Whatever you’ve done to work him up again.”

“Actually funny enough we were just talking about-” Jaemin’s words were cut off by Jisungs hand slapping against his mouth letting out a nervous laugh.

“What costumes we should try next year, you know? Like maybe the whole group costume thing could actually work out if we think about it now instead of last minute.” Jisungs rambled and spewed out words coming out in a rush as he tried to do damage control.

Y/n glancing at Jaemin who only wiggled his eyebrows, mouth no longer in action due to Jisungs hand muting him for the time being. She only gave a knowing look back before starting a whole new conversation.

🪄

“You know despite Haechan’s horrible puns I don’t actually think our costumes were that bad.” Y/n admitted when it was just the two of them walking out into the carpark.

“Huh?” Was all Jisung let out considering only this morning he’d watched her diss her own outfit in a mirror.

“I just think if we are gonna go in hogwarts uniforms why not the same house. Though we should have gone for Slytherin to be honest, besides that I thought it was nice.”

“We kinda ate on the matching couple hogwarts house uniforms.” Y/n finished off, shrugging as if her words didn’t just make Jisung nearly crash out at the mere word; couple being mentioned.

Jisung was about to go into a flustered ramble but Y/n cut him off before he could say something awkward.

“For the record I’m not as oblivious as the group thinks, I know you like me Jisung and before you say anything. I like you too.”

Jisung in all his thoughts about how he’d tell you about his feelings for you had not once thought it would be like this, dressed in hufflepuff robes on the 31st of October. Y/n only smiled when she noticed his ears reddening once again.

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[fligniuz]

write me something quick & spicy where Lu is doing orgasm control/denial over the m/c in a public situation at college, maybe a party or an outdoor event or...

ty mommy :3

i like the idea of discrete toys + luigi

could definitely see him getting you a remote controlled vibrator, one of those things you can just sit in your underwear and control from your phone. you’d ask him to use the remote whenever he misses you

the day probably starts off easy. luigi has classes to pay attention to, after all, so he can’t exactly devote his time to the remote for the first few hours. during your lunch you’re sitting outside enjoying the spring breeze and watching birds peck at the scraps from your sandwich that you offered, and then you feel it—luigi turns the vibe on right then, at full power, sending jolts directly through your spine. you almost choke on a mouthful of cheese and ham

you get a few more random shocks like that throughout the day. you have some down time between classes that you like to spend catching up on homework or reading and it gets particularly distracting during those moments. at one point you have to bite down on your lip so as to not scream in the library and it literally draws blood

your last class of the week is later in the day, starting at 6:30. you’re a bit worn out and craving dinner but this is your last lecture before you get a whole weekend to yourself, so you lock in and gear every cell in your body towards paying attention…and then luigi turns the vibe on again, at full force, and it is just too much. it takes a few minutes of stimulation but you come right there in class, unbeknownst to all your peers, clenching your thighs together while your professor rambles on about the byzantine empire

let’s just say luigi isn’t getting much mercy once you’re home

“you made me bleed, asshole!”

(you want him to do it a million times over)

[zeroseuniverse]

I Think...

Word Count: 1K Summary: Hmmm heartbreak is so frustrating Genre: Fluff, Hurt/comfort Yoongi X Reader I miss him so much.... Life Goes on, Amygdala and D-Day are literally keeping me sane.

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Yoongi had always admired you from across the court, you showed up to every game with a smile even on days when you had been through it, you showed up to support your boyfriend. Your boyfriend barely batted an eye when you showed up disheveled simply sending a nod in your direction before the game, if his team won? He celebrated on the court and went out to dinner not even acknowledging your presence. Yoongi would meet you at the end of each game and for each celebration he treated you to ice cream. Oh it hurt, he wished someone would love him like you loved that shitbag, but he continued watching from afar, stuck as a friend who didn’t confess fast enough.

Quite honestly it wasn’t a surprise when the head cheerleader ran out on the court and kissed your boyfriend, you had figured it would happen soon, especially with how clingy she had been. It didn’t stop the humiliation though. The whole team cheered as you ran out of the gym with your head down. Yoongi was quick on his feet, hopping up from the ground where he had been tying his shoes, he bolted for the door, quickly being stopped by two of his teammates. “Hey Suga, we need to practice.” They said, trying to get him back on the court, but one look from him had the scattering, they all knew the man was unpredictable. Yoongi rolled his eyes, pushing the doors open as hard as he could, the loud bang echoing through the gym. 

He jogged out into the parking lot, already getting drenched by the rain within seconds. It was difficult to see but he could hear a faint pounding, he called out your name hoping you weren’t stuck in this rain. He headed in the direction that the pounding came from when he heard it freeze after his call, he struggled to find you for a moment but when he did, he felt rage build in his chest. There you were crumpled into a ball next to that shitbags truck, the scuffs on the paint showing that you had been trying to do some sort of damage to the vehicle.

“Ya know…Jungkook left his baseball bat in my car. Want to do some real damage?” He wondered out loud, a little breathless from his jog but he wouldn’t let you know. 

“Yoongi…” You croaked, hands trembling as you reached out for him. It was interesting, you had been so obsessed with that shit bag but he had never been comforting, with any problem you went to Yoongi. Yoongi had been your person, he held you as you cried and cared for you when you were sick. 

So even drenched by the rain, when Yoongi wrapped his arms around you to hoist you into his arms, you felt warm. “Why would he do this to me?” You whimpered sadly, Yoongi just held you tighter, carrying you through the parking lot towards his car. You didn’t know how he opened the door but you know that he sat you on the leather seat, buckling you up. Once you were safely in the vehicle he moved his hand to switch on the seat warmers before moving to get in himself, making sure to turn on the heat as soon as he started the car.

He didn’t know how long he drove, all he knows is by the time he stopped, you were passed out. You had grabbed one of his hoodies he had thrown in the back about 10 minutes into the drive. You looked peaceful like you hadn’t just gotten your heart torn out. 

“He was so stupid. He was just some lucky idiot who would never deserve you. So fucking lucky. You're an idiot too. A beautiful idiot who chooses the wrong guys.  Too dumb to realize just how long I’ve been wondering what it would be like to be loved by you, what it would be like to openly love you. God stupid idiot. Why did you make me love you if you could never love me?” Yoongi sniffled, his long hair falling into his face as he hunched over the steering wheel. 

“Yoongi?” You mumbled, having woken up during his ramble. The man looked up quickly, hand reaching out to soothe your hair, trying to lure you back to sleep. 

“Oh, it’s okay. You go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get to your place.” He cooed, gently caressing your hair with an artificial grin. 

“Can you sing to me?” You wondered, earning a gummy smile in response clearing his joke before beginning to sing ‘Life Goes On’ a song he had written and only sang for you. When he slowed his singing into a hum and began driving, you mumbled, startling him since he had thought you had fallen asleep, “You’re wrong.” is what you said, earning a questioning hum in response, “You’re wrong, I think I can love you. I want to, but I’m scared. You make everything less scary but what would happen if I fuck up and I didn’t have you anymore? What if you get bored and leave me?” 

The jolt of the car stopping abruptly had you wincing, especially because of the way the seatbelt had tugged on you. “Now you listen here you little beautiful idiot,” He started, switching the car back into the park in the middle of the empty road, “Under no circumstances could I ever get bored of you, we sit in silence half of the time we hang out and I still ask to hang out, do I not? You do not have to love me; however, I have earned the right to love you like my life depends on it, okay? Romance be damned, we will always be together. I never want you to feel scared of me, because with anything that happens, I will be right here. We will always stand side by side, I do not doubt that-” He was so ready to spiral into everything he had ever felt when he felt you drape your body around his own, hugging him tightly to quiet him.

“I think I can love you, I want to love you. Will you help me?”

[canisbrutus]

Could you please do Kirby head cannons :)

Kirby! Kirby Kirby Kirby. oh boy, this boy. I need to shake him around like a rubber chicken. ahems.

Kirby Olsen 🍰

wow this kid is a Loser

he's definitely compensating for a lotta shit

for one his dad is a professional baker

he's ashamed of it for misogyny reasons, to the point of becoming fixated on it via 'Poundcake'

its so ingrained he projects his disdain onto most chefs in general, such as edna (though thats deserved tbh)

this has also regrettably affected his eating habits. god forbid anyone sees him eating something with sugar

he was actually pretty happy to bake with his dad in like elementary before he really got into sports

his home life is generally good he's just immensely pressured to Man Up because of people like Burton

he's also christian. This Doesnt Help.

his self esteem is frankly in the Gutter but he'll kill anyone if they find that out.

anyway coughs. gym rat

his sexuality and enthusiasm for sports goes hand in hand

the sooner he embraces it, the better. unfortunately bullworth isnt the greatest environment for that.

he envies trent greatly because of how he just rolls with it.

(among other reasons)

anyway despite everything he's still got his sweet spots at heart

might even be a bit of a weeb (fullmetal alchemist, princess mononoke)

definitely screamed bloody murder when somebody walked in on him watching tv at least once

somebody get this kid a fursona he feels like a pomeranian

EDIT: i'm not done lol

this boy has a deviantart And a newgrounds account (but hes more active on the former)

what does he post? some sonic fanart, some warrior cats. and some other things deviantart is famous for.

he's completely disowned that pink ball bitch that shares his name though and any reference to it sends him into a fit

he very much has a secret love of nightcore and those rave dance animations. and hes actually made some of his own in flipnote on his ds

of course nobody knows about this and nobody Can know about it

(maybe trent does)

the boy loves to vibe he loves to jam and groove

at one point he convinced either the jocks or the bullies to kick all the nerds out of the arcade so he can go ham on dance dance revolution

this especially pisses off earnest

anyway he likes metal gear solid

ty for the ask! sorry if this got a lil rambly sdnfjksdnfjks

Requests are still Open!

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[joelsfavouritegirl]

May i request some... dirty hc's 🙈

Also, there is not enough fic about pixel joel :( When did you start getting into tlou?

oh em gee yes absolutely!!! i’ve been thinking about writing some nsfw hcs but js haven’t done it yet😭😭 also i’m so happy that people are actually sending requests, please do i’ll be happy to write whatever ya’ll want

and i completely agree that pixel joel has been neglected since the show came out:(( i randomly started playing pt1 during the summer of 2022, completely fell in love with it and have been a fan ever since<33

i hope i did some justice with this, not sure how it turned out but fingers crossed yk, ty again for the request<333 ok enough rambling

here are some more pre-outbreak!joel headcanons (but this time they’re 18+)

. ladies man through and fucking through, i’ll die on this hill if need be

. let’s be honest when ya’ll started dating you most probably ended up at one of each other’s houses after the third/fourth date. joel was dropping you off, being all gentlemanly and sweet as he is and what harm could a little kiss do right? one thing leads to another and he’s got you against the wall of the entrance hallway, hands lifting up your sundress as his fingers steadily pump in and out of your cunt (along with his tongue that slides across your swollen clit) and by the end of the night you’re both sweaty and panting on your bed when he slips out of you, pressing more sweet kisses to your lips

. i’d say young joel is kinkier and probably has a higher sex drive than post-outbreak!joel. just say the word and he’s down, whether it’s a quickie or if he can take his time with you, unless he’s tired after a long day at work which is when you’ll end up in between his legs on the floor in front of the couch sucking him off until he’s coming down your throat and grunting how you look “fuckin’ gorgeous with my cock in your mouth, baby” and “atta girl, just like that”

. doesn’t understand guys who don’t like eating pussy. what the fuck do you mean you don’t like eating your girl out??? joel would die a happy fuckin man in between your legs if he could, man can go to town for as long as you need (or as long as he wants to). loves seeing how you squirm and the little sounds you make when he’s making you feel good. he’ll have made you come three times when he looks up at you as you whine about how it’s too much. “c’mon sweets, you can give me one more, i know you can, hm?” he hums against your clit, his fingers knuckles deep inside your cunt as he curls them at that spot that makes you moan and tug on his hair. he just smiles, flattening his palm against your stomach to stop you from moving too much, “that’s my girl”

. loves seeing you suck him off. y’know what gets him coming in a few minutes? seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, your hands pumping the parts of him your mouth can’t reach and those goddamned doe eyes you give him as you blink through your eyelashes. it makes him lose the little self-respect he has and whimper as he’s coming down your throat

. apart from eating you out this man lives for thigh riding. loves holding your hips or waist as you rut against his jean-clad thigh, your head leaning into the crook of his neck as you whimper how you’re about to come. after you calm down he’ll usually curl one large hand around your hip and the squeeze the flesh of your thigh with the other, rocking you against his leg again and pressing sweet kisses to the side of your head. “that’s my good girl. made a fucking mess all over my pants. you wanna go again, pretty thing?”

i need to be sedated (or fucked by this man) thank u good night<33

[sleepyficss]

hiiiiiii same taco loving girly girl as before. previous request was my first time sending a request to a blog like this and i do really like the post!!!!!!! super cute :3 romantic headcanons for taco regarding each of the five love languages? same concept for reader as before. please and thank you ueeeehhhhhhh

love languages.

taco x reader

authors note:

aghh i love writing about love languages, there's so much i could ramble about here. ty ty for another request !!! i'm glad you liked the other one – keep the good ideas coming!! /lh

words of affirmation

- this ones' first up!! i feel is very important to her.

- some days, she gets in stuck in her own head, and starts to convince herself that you aren't going to stick around forever. she gets scared that you'll decide that, no, you don't forgive her for her past actions; and that she'll lose you like mic, and pickle –

- taco definitely needs to hear your reassurance, reminding her that you wouldn't leave her willingly for any reason.

- let her know that you don't hold anything against her for her past actions, and nothing will change your current relationship with her <3

- taco also understands how other peoples' words/opinions may affect you.

- as previously mentioned, she knows how it feels to be scared of possible abandonment – she isn't afraid to talk you through it, and to let you know how much she loves you.

- reminds you constantly that she couldn't imagine being with anyone else, not that she'd want to be, either.

quality time

- taco has stated before, that she thinks better when she has another person to talk to.

- so, please PLS just sit down next to her, while she's working on a project, or even just playing a game like sudoku (she's such a nerd, did u see her calculating her fall into the water in s1?? & i mean that with pure affection LOL).

- it may even help her figure things out along the way if you ask her what she's making/planning/how to play, so she can explain it.

- you may end up sitting there having no clue what half the words she's saying are, but its the thought that counts!! just nod and smile, she's too buried in her own work to notice that you're completely lost.

- leaning against her on the couch while you watch television, or read a book, or literally anything!! just relax by chilling around with her.

physical touch

- you're looking at the most touch-starved object in existence here (mephones a close second, i won't lie).

- especially after s1, where she was alone for so long before making a series of even worse decisions, barely anyone even bothered to LOOK in her direction, much less interact with her.

- the first time you hold her hand, she's almost forgotten what it was like to feel the touch of someone that actually cared for her.

- taco is surprised by your touch, and you almost go to retract your hand out of fear that she isn't comfortable with it – she's quick to reach back for it though, quietly asking you to not let go.

- (now she won't ever let go of you, good luck! she's super glued your hands together.)

- jk jk. but she's so shy about any affection for a while, that you almost think she won't ever get used to it.

- but OH BOY. when she does get more comfortable with initiating it? taco becomes quite the flirtacious menace.

- she's learnt of the affect she has on you, originally with just her voice (don't lie, she could say 'hello' to me, and i'd swoon), but now her touch? she loves seeing you flustered.

acts of service

- one of taco's greatest skills is her problem solving abilities, so she won't hold back when trying to come up with solutions to any of the issues you confide in her.

- especially after all you've done for her, trusting her, staying with her, and loving her, despite everything she's done?

- will do anything just to see a smile on your face (if not because she loves you, then to make herself feel more confident in believing that you do love her, but she won't admit that to you – she knows you'll scold her for it).

- she does really appreciate if you try to do the same to her, whether its trying to help her with an issue she's having, or if its just making a cup of tea for her.

- taco isn't used to it, as she doesn't usually get any sort of help from others unless they're getting something out of it. she almost expects you to want something in return, but is happily surprised when she is told otherwise.

gift-giving

- she already finds joy in inventing things, so its even better when she's able to to make something for you!!

- always tries to make it something you'll find useful, like... ..

- if you get overwhelmed by sounds easily? she's made you a pair of noise cancelling earbuds that can be easily hidden from view!

- or, she'll take apart and analyse the bowtie she took from test tubes lab, just to make a second one for you to match with her! except, depending on your style, it may be a hair accessory, jewellery, etc. instead!

- (i can imagine you convincing her to pull harmless pranks on the others with the invisibility ability – it reminds her of how silly she used to act in s1... and how much fun she used to have with pickle.)

- in turn, taco cherishes literally ANYTHING you give to her. whether its an expensive item you bought, or a hand-made gift.

- she totally keeps all of it too, including holiday cards, somewhere safe, and she likes to pull them out and look through everything if she's ever missing you :(

- but she would be so devastated if any of it ever got lost or ruined, depending on how much it matters to her, she may even end up crying.

- in general, i think taco's main love languages are for sure words of affirmation & acts of service.

- she's not quite used to showing her love to others, but she'll do anything she can to make sure you know how she feels about you <3

[onyxluvjiro]

Yuri Isami x Reader

18+ minors DNI

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Bondage, (obviously),dacryphylia, gag, making him shut up, edging, overstimulation

am I too mean? (yes)

reader has pussy

brat Yuri

a little on the shorter side :(

Yuri was a brat, a cocky foul mouthed brat, and that’s something you loved him for. You were currently sitting cross legged, on the couch of your little room you had been placed in since transferring to the school, listening to Yuri ramble on and on about medical stuff and how amazing he was. 

The man was pacing back and forth, clearly stressed yet was never going to admit it, especially not to the honor student. He was rambling, and had been for hours, which is why you wanted to do anything to make him shut up. 

You stand and head to the kitchenette area, Yuri following you closely as he continues to rant as you make some tea. He blabbers on, saying “How dare you try to walk away when i’m in the middle of talking to you.” That only earns him an eye roll from you as you sip on some tea, turning to face him. 

As he continues to yap your ear off you not so subtly lead him to your loft bed, though he was unable to see your intentions. Without him knowing you lead him to sit down on your bed, to take a moment to relax while yapping. It doesn’t register to him that you have him completely under your control, not until he heard the sound the rope made when you tug it tighter around his wrists, locking him in place on the bed. 

His cheeks flush as he immediately goes dead silent, his earlier ramble completely forgotten as he watches you with wide eyes. He immediately starts to stutter out common phrases you’ve heard him say a million times. “H-how dare you- you imbecile, tying up the great Yuri Isami like this? Who do you think you are? Untie me at once.”

His rambling and words told you one story, but the flush on his face told you another one. You and him have had some sort of flirty thing going on for a while, however it has never gone too far, definitely not this far. But you wanted to treat him, and also you could tell, even though he was telling you to release him, he wanted it too. 

“You don’t really want me to untie you, do you? come on Yuri, just let me take care of you.” You say, grabbing what looked like a ball gag, crawling onto the bed in the middle of his spread legs. “What do you say?” You ask. 

Yuri on the other hand looks incredibly flushed, and conflicted, his pride getting in the way of his pleasure. He wants to give in, you can see it in his eyes. Yuri swallows thickly and nods, “Fine, only because I am so great, that i will allow you to please me.” 

So you strap the gag against his pouty mouth, forcing it open and around the ball gag, cooing once you saw how cute and submissive he looked. Getting onto his lap, straddling that pretty waist of his, your hands roam over his chest, fingers digging into his chest, a pretty pink blooming under his uniform. 

You could hear a whine, though you’re sure he’d deny it later on, cause how could the great Yuri Isami be weak? Nonetheless you were determined, practically ripping open his shirt, hands now roaming his bare chest, toying with his nipples as your lips leave pretty bruises in its wake. 

He couldn’t help it, you were making him feel so good, he couldn’t stop the moans and whines leaking out, especially when you roll your hips so subtly over his hardening cock. The feeling sending goosebumps all over his skin as your hips roll more determined than ever to wring out those cute noises out of him. 

 But especially the way your hand feels as it glides up and down his cock, bringing him to his peak only to deny his orgasm once more. He couldn’t help the soppy tears trickling down his face, mixing in with the drool dribbling down his chin as you tease his cock until he’s sobbing. 

It was almost overstimulating, the way you tease his twitching cock while he can do nothing but whine and beg. The rope tied around his wrists making him feel helpless, vulnerable and so completely under your control. It’s something he’s never felt before but the way he shakes and cries out in pleasure tells you everything you need to know. 

His porcelain pale skin painted with pinks, reds and purples from the drag of your lips and your nails down his body. You wish you could take a picture to savor this memory, the sweet scene of him all flushed, crying and begging for release. A strong and cocky man reduced to tears at your hand, all tied up. 

And when you finally give in and give him the pleasure of you sinking down on his cock, your tight and plush walls squeezing his cock, he cums, almost immediately. The hours of teasing and edging getting to him, squirming against the confines of the rope as he cums. 

 Yuri almost passes out, the pleasure overwhelming his senses, finally orgasming after what felt like hours of teasing. But you don’t stop, of course you don’t, the tied up man beneath you knows that, knows that he’s in for a long night.

His tears leaking onto the bed as he looks up at you with wide and wet eyes, pleading for some mercy. But you don’t stop, not until his eyes rolled to the back of his head, gargled moans slipping from under the gag. You finally had enough with your 3rd orgasm from his cock, and his nth one of the night. And when you finally take that damn gag out of his mouth, all he says is, “thank you, thank you so much.”