#song is Lacy btw

[ghxst-bird]

On my bullshit again with Gojo being incapable of watching Megumi and Yuji interact without seeing himself and Suguru in them— 🫠

[potatosaresweet]

it's literally them

[musicalmoritz]

Your post about letting Aoinene be the toxic mess they actually are in fics reminds me of this song that is so them-coded.

lacy by Olivia Rodrigo is so them it's insane. They admire each other and want to be the other and love each other and hate each other all at once and please tell me if you get the same vibes.

I actually wrote a fic about them based on this song!! It’s called “the sweetest torture one could bear” on ao3. The vibes are so them, how they’re both envious of each other in different ways while still admiring each other deeply. I am fully on board with the Aoinene x Olivia Rodrigo agenda💪🏻

[phoebeejeebies]

someone on reddit said that a perfect song to accompany phoebe and melody would be Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo. im gonna throw up that's so !!! AUYGGHHHH !!!!!

[jovial-gender-jester]

ooo~ / i've been consu~med / im not for sa~le / man what the he~ell

[ninguitar]

꣑ৎ　────　LOVE ON A WIRE !

𝓢YNOPSIS ❛ megan has never, ever wanted anything as bad in her life, until you—an underground singer and songwriter, is unemployed, and the textbook definition of a loser—stroll into her heart and her life. matter of fact, what happens when she accidentally replies to your thirst-traps that were a rebounding joke after a rough break-up, on twitter, and on the official katseye account? ❜

STARRING.　megan skiendiel.　x　songwriter!reader.

CAST.　katseye, aespa, le sserafim, tomorrowxtogether, p1harmony ++ cameos

GENRE.　smau + written, wlw, crack, fluff, uni au, & more.

A/N.　this does not accurately portray any of the idols mentioned, so read with caution🙏 in addition, reader/yn has no race & the photos used do not portray yn. for the lore, the kpop groups mentioned will be based in california rather than south korea 💆‍♀️ ++ PROFANITY, MENTIONS OF DRINKING/DRUGS/SMOKING, & SEXUAL JOKES

NOW IN QUEUE. 　black sheep by metric ft. brie larson, infrunami by steve lacy, all i want is you by miguel ft. j. cole, she plays bass by beabadoobee, i think by tyler the creator, and all mine by brent faiyaz

PROFILES.　xXunicornlovers123Xx　,　aegyo masters

00. elon musk count ur days. 　01. LOSING MY HEARING IN MY LEFT EYE

02. 9ft tall and a feminist btw 　03. beabadoobee notice me pls

04. number one girl 　05. word on the block

06. NOT a WHORE　07. are u deaduzz

08. i want nunu 　09. mbti - fine

10. who dat in the back　11. our song btw

12. two homotrons 　13. #doomedyuri

14. fumble of the century　15. c u girl :3

16. i got that dawg in me　17. team #larayn

18. cool, no doubt.　19. day 1 of mourning my fumble

20. just two friends that kiss 🤣🤣　21. flash sale

22. sos ‼️‼️🚨🚨　23. happy monday

24. talk to the hand.　25. gotta catch them all😹

. . . MORE TO BE ADDED

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[starsturni]

use me*- chris

analysis: when having a casual hook up with chris, you start to wonder about how deep your feelings actually go.

song: 'i wanna be yours' by 'artic monkeys'

wc: 2k

warnings: cursing, SMUT (if not obvious), slight dumbification, spanking, oral (f recieving), talk of hook ups, p in v, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), degradation, aftercare, praise and size kink!

authors note: btw, i have absolutely no idea if someone else did this idea already, but if you did something similar please tell me!

i'm not even sure how it started. all of this, it went from longing glances and travelling eyes, to the slight touch of hands when you pass by.

there was tension, and we both knew it was there. we chose to ignore it, not wanting to ruin what we had.

i've known chris since preschool. although i'm close friends with nick and matt, something about chris made me want to stick by his side. he felt it too.

'we were practically conjoined at the hip', my parents always remarked. they were right, and i knew they were. but i never caved, always defending myself with a smile and awkward laugh. "no way!"

but now, it's something more than that. more than just an innocent friendship, friends don't make out.

friends don't hook up.

but here we are, chris ushering us into my bedroom, his lips latched onto my collarbone, sucking at it, leaving dark purple marks for the world to see. he shuts the door behind us with his foot, his lips never stopping their work

they inch up to my neck and soon my jawline, leaving soft wet kisses. i feel the back of my shins hit my bedframe, gently lowering myself onto the messy white sheets. my head hits the pillow, a soft whimper of surprise escapes my lips as chris follows me, his mouth trailing down to my cleavage, his soft lips feeling angelic against my tanned skin. "chris-" i say, a slight hint of a whine coating my tone. his thumb slips into my mouth, silencing me.

"shh, ma i know, no teasin' tonight.." he mumbles gently against the curve of my breast, his hands gently slipping under my shirt, cupping my chest through the lacy white bra underneath the silk feeling of my dress.

a soft moan escapes my lips, my eyebrows furrowing at his slow pace. "chris.." i say in a tone that speaks, 'stop messing around.'

he smirks, his eyes meeting mine "what ma?" he says, acting clueless to the way he makes my legs clench everytime his warm breath fans over my stomach. chris's right hand sneakily dips under my dress, two fingers swipe at my panties, collecting it's slick. i gasp softly, not expecting the touch.

i try to close my thighs up, but chris pries them open. "open up." he mumbles, looking into my eyes. he keeps the intense eye contact, his hand trailing down my stomach to my wet heat. he moves my panties to the side, his eyes landing on my folds. his warm breath meets my core, causing me to whine.

i gently buck my hips towards his face, desperate for any sort of friction. his palms grip my thighs tightly, pushing them down toward the bed. "quit it." he says with a dominance that could make me moan. i nod obediently, biting my lips to hold back a comment that could make the process of getting any pleasure even longer.

he starts with gentle kisses and bites down on my inner thighs, gently kissing above my needy core. he lays a gentle kiss on my clit, a whimper falls from my lips as a flash of pleasure shoots through me. "oh fuck- chris, please."

he smirks at my neediness, the cockiness of his expression is practically radiating off of him. "patience baby, patience." he finally reaches where i need him most, his mouth working magic on my weeping hole. his tongue flicks between my folds, dragging long slow stripes as his fingers curl and pump in and out of me, stretching me out in preparation for his lengthy cock.

as he works me out, he stares deeply into my eyes, examining the way my face contorts in pleasure, and how the pretty sounds leave my soft lips. "look at this fucking pretty pussy baby, you see that?" he mumbles against my cunt, the vibrations of his deep voice making the experience all the better. he fingers me more roughly, pumping them in more harder and faster. "huh? you see how dripping wet you are for me?"

i nod wordlessly, my eyes rollling back as i try to grasp onto the sheets below me. he pulls his mouth away abrubtly, his fingers stopping their rough movements. "fuckin' answer me with words."

"i-i see how wet i am for you, i love it so much baby." he smirks condescendingly, scoffing. "sit up." i quickly sit up on my knees, gnawing on my lip as my core aches with need, eager for attention. chris lies down, his hands grabbing my thighs, tugging my forward to hover his lips. i gasp softly at his dominance, but i don't make a sound about it.

he pulls me down to sit firmly on his face, as he starts working his mouth again. i throw my head back as his tongue slips inside me, his lips sucking on my bundle of nerves, all of his actions working beautifully together.

the room fills with the sound of slurping and moaning, the noises sinful, but feeling so good. "chris- please, fuck, l-let me move." to which my surprise, his hands let go, falling next to his head. i instantly start to rock, grinding down relentlessly against his mouth. as i grind down on his face, his hand lays a harsh smack against my ass, causing me to whimper. "f-fuck, feels so good."

his hands continue to leave marks against my ass, roughly spanking me.

as i start to grind sloppier and slower, chris pulls me off him by my waist, forcefully arching my back and stuffing my face in the pillows near my headboard. i gasp at his roughness, whimpering, "chris-!" my arms try to support me by holding myself up on my elbows, but chris rejects it as he grabs my wrists, pulling them behind my back as my face drops down onto the mattress.

he takes my wrists into his left hand, his right hand tugging down on his sweatpants, leaving them at his ankles while his feet kick off. his tip peeks out from the waistband of his boxers, a small patch of precum stains the grey fabric from his leaking slit.

he hisses quietly as he pulls down his boxers, the cold air hitting his hard shaft. he lines his tip up with my entrance, swiping it teasingly through my folds, but never once going inside me. i whine, wiggling my hips towards him, needy for some sort of pleasure. chris's hand lands roughly on my ass. "stay still. be a good little slut baby.."

i moan softly from the pain, tears brimming from the sting. "p-please, i need it." he spanks me again, his hands trailing up to grab my hair, roughly pulling it back. "what do you need baby? cmon pretty girl use your words, 'know you can.."

"mmph, fuck- need your cock so badly." he smirks, gently rubbing my red ass, his handprints marked all over it. "mmm, good girl.." he says, positioning himself to my sopping wet cunt. he uses a little bit of his spit, gently fingering it inside me as a natural lube, before then roughly slamming into me.

i moan out in pleasure and pain, feeling the way his cock molds into my stomach, stretching me out in such a way it feels good.

"o-oh shit!" i say, my face stuffed into the pillow, courtesy to chris. he pulls out almost all of the way, making me feel empty, just before slamming right back in, stuffing me. "fuck, you like that baby?"

i nod, moaning dumbly as tears fall from my face. "f-fuuuck, yes! it feels so good!" he chuckles before groaning, the sounds of my wet cunt filling my bedroom. "oh yeah, shit, like this pussy's made f' me..." as his words fill my ears, i feel a coil starting to tighten in my stomach. chris then pulls out, flipping me over so i'm laying on my back. he roughly slams back into me, pulling my left leg over his shoulder, his hands tightly holding onto my ankle as he pounds into me.

i cry out into the night air, my back arching off of the bed at how good chris can reach spots in me i didn't even know were in my body. his tip repeatedly taps my cervix roughly bruising it everytime. "fuuuck, your ex didn't fuck you this good, did he?" he says. i whimper out his name, my eyes meeting his. his right hand gently presses down on my stomach, looking at the way his girthy length has it's own outline inside me. it even makes chris let out a groan, his head falling back as his thrusts get even sloppier.

the coil in my stomach gets even tighter, as i can tell i'm about to release. "o-oh fuck, chris 'm gonna cum."

he smirks, his thumb coming down to my clit, rubbing quick circles onto it, mumbling nonsense as he almost reaches his climax. "oh yeah baby, just like that, go ahead. make that pretty noise." his words of reassurance making head swirl with emotion. "f-fuck, chris!" i moan out, as my back left off the bed, my back arching. the coil snaps in my stomach, my climax washing me over in an overwhelming state of euphoria. "c-chris!!" my legs shake, chris quickly following my release with his own.

he groans out, "oh fuck, shit y/n i'm cumming!" he moans out loudly, his thick warm spurts of cum shooting inside me, coating my walls. chris collapses onto me, him leaning on his elbows as to not crush me under his weight. we both lay together, still connected in a beautiful way.

he gently pulls out after moments of rest, him wincing as i whimper, my cunt still sensitive. "sorry ma. you did so good.." he says, gently running his fingers through my hair. "you okay? i didn't go to rough did i?"

i catch my breath, shaking my head as i swallow. "no, you-you did fine." he smiles, feeling reassured. "thanks, you did too..sorry if i was rough.. do ya' want me to get some water?" he says sweetly, his thumb rubbing subconscious circles on my hip. "if you could that'd be amazing baby..." i say, tired and fucked out.

he nods, sitting up. "i'll be right back." he gently kisses my hand, standing up and leaving my bedroom. as he leaves, i stare up at the ceiling, taking in deep breaths, contemplating everything that happened in the last 30 minutes.

what are chris and i?

are we just fuck buddies?

does he even feel the same as me?

as soon as he left, he arrives back, shutting the door behind him. he gently climbs onto the bed, holding the glass, "here ya' go..i even added ice." he adds, smiling, trying to get a reaction out of me. i giggle softly, smirking. "wow, so thoughtful of you." i take a sip, his eyes trailing down my figure.

as i finish my sip, i wipe my lips, setting down the glass on my nightstand. i gnaw on my lip softly, thinking. "hey, uh chris?" he looks at me with tender eyes. "hm?"

"uhm..what are we?" he seems to pause at that question, not really knowing an answer. "..well, what do you wanna be?" his question stumps me. i mean, i wanna be his. i wanna be called his girlfriend. i wanna be the one he wakes up to in the morning, not just someone he comes to when he's horny. but i'm not gonna say all of that. "..i don't know."

the lie makes my tongue thick and burn, fighting the urge to spill my feelings. "..i mean, i like you, alot y'know? like more then just a hook up." he adds on, his tone sincere. when he speaks, i feel shocked but relieved at the same time.

i look away, nervous. "..me too. i like you alot." he smiles softly, his earlier cockiness gone from his expression. "..so what are we?" i add, nervous for the answer he'll give.

"..well your mine, and i'm yours."

i'm actually kinda proud with this fic, cause i also got it two 2,000 words!! <33

-love, starsturni

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[martygraciesversion381]

SO LONG MONACO

oscar piastri x reader

masterlist

summary: you are a famous singer who just went through a breakup with charles leclerc.....who knows what will your fans think of your new album and what secrets are hidden behind it?

warnings: none except mention of break up, smau

face claim: olivia rodrigo (love u liv<3)

a/n: this was usually posted on my old account (i changed the pics tho)

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yourusername: stay tuned big thing happening tonight at my concert🤭

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username1: OMG NEW ALBUM TONIGHT?!

↳ username2: about charles?!

↳ username1: omg he should fear her

logansargeant: stunning like always but that first pic is amazing

↳ yourusername: stfu logan

yourusername

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yourusername: surpise! my brand new album 'loml' (as love of my life) is coming out on july 17th can't wait for all of you to hear it! thanks to sabrina to accepting to work with me!<3

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yourusername: sorry for shitty quality of the second pic😅 here's the tracklist:

loml, drivers license, lacy, the grudge, all i want, all too well (10 minutes version), exile, you're losing me, so long london, the smallest man who ever lived, how did it end?, robin, peter, the black dog, all because i liked a boy (ft. sabrina carpenter) (pinned comment)

sabrinacarpenter: best collab i ever made<3 (liked by yourusername)

logansargeant: so proud of you! (liked by yourusername)

taylorswift: so so proud of you! you deserve everything

↳ yourusername: omg did the one and only taylor swift just comment on my post?!

charlesleclerc: should i be scared?

↳ yourusername: you should 😈

↳ username1: 🤣

username5: I WAS THERE WHEN SHE ANNOUNCED IT!!!

username2: you're soo gorgeous can't wait to hear it<3

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something is coming......

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yourusername: hi! it's me again! so...i felt productive and decided to add some songs to my album<3 (special thanks to conan and oscar and maybe also charles who inspired these songs) enjoy! (still out on july 17th btw) here's the new songs:

deja vu, good 4 u, vampire, get him back!, love is embarassing, now that we don't talk, gorgeous, king of my heart, so american, obsessed, dress, call it what you want, false god, jealousy jealousy, hope ur ok (this one is about conan), ballad of a homeschooled girl, pretty isn't pretty, so american, obsessed and the archer <3

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username1: OMG!!!! can't wait!!!

username2: are you free on july 17...NO!

charlesleclerc: ok now i'm scared

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f1news: famous singer Y/N Y/LN was spotted today at the miami gp with driver oscar piastri

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username1: NEW WAG?!

landonorris: i'm just gonna leave this here....@/yourusername @/oscarpiastri

username2: i'm sure some songs in her new album are about him

username3: I SHIP!

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↳ username5: SAME!!!

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username6: ew he deserves better

username7: how can people like them together?

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yourusername: LOML is out now! go listen and enjoy! (ps: yes the last songs are about oscar🤭)

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oscarpiastri: so proud of you baby ❤️

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↳ username3: conan is so real🤣🤣 like he's a conhead himslef🤣

sabrinacarpenter: love this album and u so much❤️ (liked by yourusername)

THE END!

hope you liked this (it's my first time posting a fanfic i'm so happy!) btw if you saw any spelling mistakes no you didn't 🤭

[xoxochb]

HAIIIII! Can i request a fem reader x Percy based off the song diet pepsi or any chase atlantic song pretty pleasee 🙏🙏🙏ur choice of which if u do this btw xx

(I requested the hypnos reader x percy btw loll 🩷🩷)

⋆·˚ ༘ * diet pepsi

warnings: littering (don’t do this!), smutty-ish, heavy ass make out, read at your own risk!!! pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader a/n: addison rae, my love

It was undeniably one of the hottest days you’ve lived through. that might be because it’s ninety five degrees out or perhaps because percy’s hand keeps crawling higher up the skin of your thigh, making your cheeks turn red like cherries in the spring. you remove yourself from your previous position straddling percy, moving to sit on his side, your legs stick to the leather seats instantly. he takes the can of diet pepsi from your hand, taking a sip for himself. from your new position percy keeps his touch on your skin, his hand now trailing under your dress. you fight ever urge in system not to take it off and let him touch you in places nobody else could

you feel the blaring heat everywhere. It’s stupid. it’s incredibly stupid. and it’s frustrating how you’re forced to suffer through the torturous teasing of percy while he smirks and sips your diet pepsi. you’ve put up with this too long your surprised your clothes are still on at this point. you huff and take the van back for yourself, taking a sip only to find it was the last. you frown in response and throw it out the window and close it after. percy’s hand travels higher slowly. very slowly. if you didn’t know better you would’ve said his hand wasn’t moving at all

“percy” you whine. he laughs at your nature. “fuck you”

“that’s what I’m trying to do, angel”

you glare at him. “what’re you waiting for?”

his hand reaches the edge of your lacy underwear. little by little he slides them down your legs and throws them to the side. you know you’ll be struggling to retrieve them later. at last— after what felt like forever he slots his lips with yours at last. your eagerness pools out more than you would have liked. you take a fistful of his hair in your hand and push him impossibly closer to you. it was a almost cannibalism, the way he was kissing you, basically eating each other

percy gently pushes you back against the seat so he can allow himself to kiss you deeper. you can’t breathe but you surely don’t want him to stop, especially when he begins sliding your dress down. it’s preposterous how he thinks he can get away with this. your hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, you’re trying— honestly you are but your fingers shaking and your neediness to get it off it seems unlikely this will happen in a timely manner

when you finally manage to unbutton the last you rabidly shove it off. percy laughs into your mouth before kissing down your jaw, and then settles on your neck, leaving small bites. you know for a fact the marks will be stygian and you’ll struggle to cover them up. his lips then travel down your collarbone, and lower until they reach the point in your chest where the both of you can feel your heart threatening to burst open. his hands slide the rest of your dress straps down your arms, then slipping the dress down further, your legs toy with it until it falls on the car floor. percy takes a moment to admire you. it was a routine. this asshole

he moves a strand of hair from your face. “you’re beautiful”

“and you’re testing my patience”

he buries his head back in your neck, leaving marks on the opposite side. he places his knee in between your legs, so high you could practically say he was inside of you. you were so going to lose whatever innocence you had left in the backseat

[ryemackerel]

[Play with music on!]

🌻“Baby, you made me believe I could fall in love at first

Sight, how you stopped me with your

Body, I’m under your curse”🌻

Animated GIF of all the boys!!! Including most of the frames of your favorite gay people. :-) ALSO! This took 10 hours to do all 20 frames, oh my goodness.

This was initially meant to be an animation of all the boys singing to a song, lip sync and just panning through all of them singing :-) However, I opted out of that knowing how time-consuming that would’ve been? I wanted to draw them doing silly poses instead because AUGHH THEY’RE SO FUN TO DRAW!!

Love this song btw! Curse by The Internet has been stuck in my head ALL week LMAO I love em so much. Tried to time it with the song AT LEAST to the best of my ability?? It kept getting off-time, so I took an extra hour to re-edit and adjust everything. Took a bit, so hopefully it syncs up properly.. Most of the time HAHAGHDB!!

All of the individual frames!

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

hil, love ur writing!!

could i request a Paul Lahote x Bella's Younger Sister! Reader (Luna Swan). y'know how in new moon Jacob does this like parkour climb into Bella's room (Imao). maybe like reader is doing her night time routine to get ready for bed then hears pebbles being thrown at her window and she already knows it’s her bf paul is out there. she opens the window for him and he climbs up showing off his strength. he immediately wraps his arms around Luna’s waist and puts his head into her neck/shoulders. she reciprocates his deep hug, rubbing her hands up n down his back and shoulders (bc he shows up shirtless in true werewolf fashion😌). she asks him all coy “what are you doing here” so he just explains how he needed to see her and be with her bc ofc we all know how protective of an imprint Paul must be. it’s all cutesy then they kiss and cuddle to sleep.

btw… obsessed with ur writing🫶🏼. literally im always checking back on ur account for updates💞

Pebbles

Paul Lahote x reader

Now Playing: Ho Hey by The Lumineers

I hummed to the song on the radio as I sat at my vanity, applying creams to my skin and oils to my hair. It had been a long day; school was tiring, I had a million assignments, and work was… well, it was the service industry, so about as good as could be expected.

The sun had set already. Dad was on a hunting trip for the winter break, and Bella had taken the opportunity to stay with Edward for a few days. This left me alone in the house, but it wasn’t all that bad.

I had gotten up to dig around under my desk for a face mask, finding it and sitting back on my bottom as I read the back for instructions.

A thud made me look over towards my window. I watched for a long moment as nothing happened, until a small pebble hit the window again. I got up, making my way over to see who was there.

I peered through the glass, only to see a familiar face staring back at me. I smiled as I saw him, pushing my lacy curtains back to unlatch my window and open it.

“What are you doing?” I call coyly, laughing at Paul as he grinned up at me

“What, I can’t come see my girlfriend? Can’t make sure she’s okay after a long Monday without her?” He teased, adding, “Watch out, I’m coming up.”

I take several steps back, watching as he takes a running leap up to the ledge of my window. I watch as he shimmies his broad shoulders and long legs through the small opening, laughing as his foot gets caught in the curtain.

He scowls at me, taking long strides forward to envelop me in a hug. He presses his face into the crook of my neck, bowing his body over mine to reach, and his arms circle my waist tightly.

I sigh with content as I wrap my arms around him, one over his shoulder to take through his hair and the other around his torso to run my hand up and down his spine.

“You’re lucky Charlie isn’t here,” I murmur, “If he saw you climbing up here, he’d bust in to kick your ass, and also to give you a shirt.”

He snickers, complaining that “Shirts are restricting, and I run hot.”

“‘It’s a werewolf thing’.” I quote, smiling as I add, “I was about to put on a face mask, you want to join?”

He pulled his head back to eye me, suspicious of my proposition. I only laughed at him, pulling away and reaching for the tube of “Green Tea Detoxifying Face Mask Gel”

---

We end up cuddled together on the bed, the fan blowing towards both our faces to dry the mask.

He’s laying on his side, his hand propping his head up. His other arm is wrapped around my waist, keeping my back secured to his chest as we watch reruns of old movies.

I yawn, so comfortable that I’m almost falling asleep.

“Tired?” He asks quietly, and I shrug.

“Comfortable,” I reply, “You’re so warm, makes me want to fall asleep.”

He laughs a little, reaching up to poke my cheek, “Mask’s dry, let’s take them off.”

I groan as I roll to my feet, padding to the bathroom to peel off the mask. I do mine first, leaning over the counter and carefully taking the dry, rubbery substance off of my skin and throwing it in the trash. When I’m done, I haul myself up to sit on the counter as Paul props his arms on either side of my legs.

I take off his mask, careful of his eyebrows and the short hair on his chin and jaw.

“You didn’t shave this morning,” I comment, turning to throw the part of the mask I had gotten off into the trash.

“Ran late today, Sam dragged me to school before I could,” He replied, his eyes glued to my face, “Jared hogs the bathroom trying to fix his hair.”

I smile, peeling off the nose strip now.

“Tell him to quit sleeping with his hair wet, and he won’t have to fix it as much in the morning.”

He sighs, “I’ve tried. He’s stubborn.”

I hum, “Reminds me of someone else I know.”

He rolls his eyes, pinching my thigh and making me laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” He says sarcastically, “But the only stubborn hot-head you love is right here, letting you torture him with face masks.”

I laugh, “You know you love them!”

Again, he rolls his eyes, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips as he says, “I love you, I tolerate the masks.”

I giggle as he presses dozens of quick kisses across my face, never more grateful for life than I am in this moment.

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Thank you so much for the request!! It was super cute and I had so much fun writing it 🥰

And I’m so glad you like my writing!! That made me so happy 😁 I really hope you enjoyed this, and lmk if you have any more requests 💕

[sunsetsmakemesad]

That must be so confusing for a little girl

Laciee :(((((((

[the-froschamethyst4]

The First Meet

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A meet-cute with Barrage

Headcanons

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Couldn’t be at the most uncommon spot to meet someone now

The fucking bar

You were there for a girls night, the bar was holding a karaoke contest and your friends wanted to join but you didn’t, you were there just for support

Him? He was there for a drink and leave, he had a rough day coming back from a mission, a long, and boring mission, but he just couldn’t look away from the cute girl who was clapping for her chaotic friends singing on stage

He takes a swig for his drink to get some liquid courage before he walks up to you

Yeah, the cocky, aggressive weapon analyst needs some courage to talk to a girl

“You know them?”

“They’re my friends,” you giggle.

“Friends, huh? They seem fun to be around. How come you’re not up there with them?”

“I don’t sing and…I’m too shy to even be up there.”

“Nah, you have to sing great. Good singers always say they can’t sing, I bet you sing just fine.”

“No, I couldn’t,” she says.

“Come on, what song?” He teased now.

“No, really, I’m okay-“

“Y/n!” Her friends called the hugged her in a protective type of way and looked at Barrage.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Why are you bothering our girl?”

“No, no, guys I’m okay, we were just talking,” Y/n jumps in.

“Yeah, I was wondering if she could sing and what song would she like to sing to?”

The girls looked at him and then let go of Y/n and cooed at Barrage.

“OMG YOU ARE SO RIGHT!”

“Our girl is way too shy.”

“We’ve been trying to get her out of her shell for years!”

“Come on, Y/n, go join him!”

Her friends were no help

Barrage probably spent his whole night with Y/n and her friends, he didn't think he'd spend this much time with them, or with Y/n.

Y/n was getting her friends into the UBER and said thanks to Barrage

"Thanks for hanging out with us."

"Sure, anytime, I hope, uh~ your friends, sober up, soon," Barrage says, pointy to Y/n's friends in the car singing very loudly.

"I hope so too," she says, sounding annoyed almost like this happens all the time.

"Hey, umm~ this...may be weird, but could I have your number?" He asked.

"My number? For what?" She giggles.

"You know just to hang out more...let some of my guys know, I might have someone waiting for me."

"Are you also asking me out?"

"Not yet...when we start getting to know each other more," he smirks.

Barrage would be at work, barely getting any time to be on his phone to check his new messages and when he could, he is greeted with a new photo of his love

Barrage: You should be luck it comes to my phone and not the community phone

Y/n: Then you'd receive nothing from me

Barrage: Now, that's not fair...I need more btw

Barrage has made a mess of himself when telling his co-workers about his new girl, he hasn't identified Y/n as either his girlfriend or just a friend, but from how his friends suggest is maybe his girlfriend

When Barrage comes home form his long deployment all he wants to do is spend time with Y/n around the house...maybe naked

Y/n had bought a few new lacy lingerie to show off to Barrage for whenever he gets home, she gives him a sneak peek on deployment by sending him an early sample of what he could be doing

Y/n's hand between her thighs and spreading her wet, sticky folds to show off his dripping clit to him

Barrage: You have some nerve

Y/n: And what are you going to do about it, Lt?

Barrage: You know I can't do anything, right this second, but you know I will when I get home

When Barrage is gone, his only thing to do when he gets off is go home, no bar like usual, he wants to make love to his girl

Y/n whenever Barrage comes home usually fixes him a nice, hot meal and then for dessert is just her on the table, his head between her thighs and his name rolling off her tongue

Barrage is obviously a very protective man, he's 6 foot and is built like a brick wall, you really want to stand up to this man? When he sees some random guy staring at his girl when all she's trying to do is grocery shop, she's already got to deal with Barrage who smacks her ass around in public whenever he can get the chance

"He's staring."

"Ignore him, hon, now should I get low sodium or fat free?" She holds up the two different cans, but Barrage is death glaring the guy behind Y/n's head. "Hon?"

"Fat free." He says, not even looking at her.

"Barrage! Hon!" She slightly raises her voice at him.

"What?" He says, finally looking down at her.

"Fat Free or low sodium?" She repeats.

"Low sodium," he says.

"Thank you, now, shall we keep going or are you going to keep staring bullet holes into the man?"

"I'd like to put a bullet in him-"

"Barrage," she smacks his chest.

[wherewritersgotodie-blog]

You’re too sweet for me — Kai Anderson x Reader (pt. 1)

Pt. 1, Pt. 2

kai is obsessed with you, but determined not to get to close to you. that is, until you are attacked in the woods and he’s forced to enter into the proximity of your feminine pheromones. how can he resist your angelic presence now?

warnings: sexual themes. vulgar. stalking. millennial texting?

this sort of reads like a second person p.o.v. of You :/ womp womp. italicized kai thoughts btw

Kai watched you.

He learned your favorite songs, holed up in his dark room, finding every photo of you online that ever existed. He started following you home, mapping out your days in his free time.

His obsession began when you had bumped into him on your way to a local cafe. You had looked at him with startled eyes, put your hand on his bicep.

“Oh, excuse me, I’m sorry!” Your words spilled out, hyperfeminine and littered with apologetic concern. It was like you were trying to drive him crazy. Like you were trying to torture him with your softness. The image of your sweet face, your neck craned up to look at him got so caught in his mind that he had to take his coffee to the car and rub one out in the parking lot.

He planned to only ever watch you from afar. If he ever got near you, he’d taint you. He didn’t want that. You were too clean for his sinner filth.

Could it hurt to follow you home once or twice, though? You’d finish up with class, you’d walk home through the trees and the Michigan twilight— he’d be there.

You were good; good like he’d never seen before. You visited your parents on the weekends, you went to class, you went to some feminist organization meeting on Tuesdays and Thursdays (your only flaw, as far as he knew— exceptionally forgivable), you wore soft sweaters and heart necklaces, you smiled at everyone, everything. You listened to older music, you read at your window nightly. You were so clean. So pure.

He could never touch you.

He hates when his plans get muddled. Most of the time.

On a night mid-November, he had followed you from class back to your place, wearing a zip-up hoodie pulled over his blue hair.

You took some shortcut through the woods, which, if he was your boyfriend, if he was your protector, he would never allow you to do, but he wasn’t, so he followed closely behind, ducking behind trees periodically.

He was staring at your hair in the moonlight, thinking about blindfolding you, stuffing that lacy white headband you always wore in your mouth, wrapping that white cloth belt you wore loose on your hips around your neck and using it as a leash, when he saw a shadow from the left side of the pathway lurking up towards you. It wasn’t long until it had approached you. It was a man, he could see now through the dark, and he was taller than you, and larger, as well.

“Pretty little thing,” he heard a deep voice through the darkness. Kai’s instinct lit aflame. He ran up behind you, where the man had now grabbed your shoulders.

While the man was larger than you, Kai was taller and broader than him. He kicked him to the ground in one swift movement, then kicked his stomach many times. He then leaned down over the man’s face and said, “Run. Away. Now.”

He’d have that dealt with that later.

As quickly as seemed possible, the man was trails blazing down the pathway, swallowed by the dark.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kai touched your shoulder, wiping sweat—or blood— from his forehead.

“Yes, I’m alright, are you okay?” you looked up with those big fucking doe eyes, touching his chest, tip-toeing to get a better look at his face. You hadn’t seen if he was hit or not. It didn’t look like it.

“I’m fine,” he said, backing away slightly.

You stared at him for a moment. The purple light was fading into the ground, so you couldn’t see well, but you recognized his face. “Wait… hey… do I know you?” That pretty, meek little voice.

I could kill myself right now, he thought. It’d be better than this. “Oh, really? From where?” he shifted his feet, putting his hands in his pockets.

“I can’t… put my finger on it,” you whispered, biting your lip, deep in thought, twisting your necklace in one hand. “Oh! I know. I bumped into you at Brookfield Café.”

He tilted his head, furrowing his brows. “I don’t remember, but I’m sure you’re right. Memory isn’t my strong suit.” Lie.

“That’s okay, I have a pretty bland face,” you respond, smiling. Not at all.

“No, no, I must’ve been in a hurry,” he paused. “Why don’t I walk you home?”

“Oh… I… Uhm… Sure,” you nod, beginning to walk.

Jesus, you were as trusting as a hungry puppy, he thought.

“You know, you really shouldn’t walk alone in the dark. It’s not like it used to be around here. People are dangerous,” Kai said.

“Yeah, I guess,” you shrug. “You’re right.” You decided to add so as to not seem dismissive.

No one would take care of you like I would. No one knows how to take care of innocent, sweet girls like you. I do. I do, (Y/N). “What’s your name, by the way?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry!” Kai’s dick pressed against his pants harder every time you said ‘sorry’. You had to know. You must. What the fuck were you apologizing for? “I’m (Y/N). What’s yours?”

“That’s a beautiful name, (Y/N),” he paused, which left only silence, and he couldn’t quite see your face well enough to gauge your comfort. “I’m Kai.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Kai.”

Fuuuuckkkkk.

“Thank you for saving me,” you spoke into the dark.

“I’m just glad I was there.”

“That’s my place,” you pointed as your two faces emerged from the dark of the woods into the warm streetlamp light.

As you reached the entrance, you turned to him and reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Must be shock, he thought.

“Thanks so much,” you said as you pulled away from him. You turned to walk away, then turned around again, speaking to his back for a moment, “Hey, wait!” He turned around. “Could I… get your number?” you asked. “Sorry, I just… sorry,” you smiled lightly, no teeth.

How could he say no? “Sure,” he said. You handed him your phone. White phone. Pink phone case. Of course. He typed his phone number. ‘Your Savior ;)’ he made his contact name.

“My savior,” you giggled, waving a goodbye, then stepping inside.

I’m afraid I’m going to tear you apart.

[elliespassagerprincess]

heyy could you write something based on Dark Red by Steve Lacy?

i love all your works btw

Dark red - (ellie williams x reader)

hi poookie!! thank you sm!! i hope you don't mind me writing this as a gore story, I've been writing a lot of fluff recently and i missed my violent stories, but if you want me to write a different version just let me know!!! i hope you enjoy <33

This story is based off the song Dark Red by Steve Lacy, if you can please listen to the song while you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

HUGE warning: murder, kidnapping, being held hostage, dead bodies, violence

Summary: in which she wanted you to herself

masterlist

"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me

I don't know what, but I feel it coming

Might be so sad, might leave my nose running

I just hope she don't wanna leave me"

Something bad was going to happen. Ellie could feel it in her bones. She doesn't know why she feels this way, but ever since she woke up this morning, she's been filled with dread. A heaviness in her gut she can't shake off.

Ellie sat at her desk, anxiously waiting for the bell to ring. She hasn't been home for the last 3 days because of school spirit week.

Ellie was so pissed off when she heard they were having a camping day, a sleepover and a all nighter back to back. Everyone was complaining that they were exhausted due to all the activities happening at school, but Ellie wasn't thinking about sleep.

She was thinking about you.

She was always thinking about you.

Ellie could see everyone was staring at the clock, they were practically counting down the seconds before the bell rang. They wanted to go home.

Ellie wanted to go home too, she needed to get home to you.

5, 4, 3, 2-

Before the bell rang the intercom went off. The students groaned thinking that they had to stay at school for another day.

"Can Ellie Williams please come to the principals office. Ellie Williams. I repeat, can Ellie Williams please come to the principals office"

fuck.

The bell rang soon after and everyone ran to the door, Ellie watched as they ran like animals.

"Fucking idiots" she thought to herself

She waited till most of the kids were gone, before she got up grabbing her bag and slowly making her way to the office.

She knocked on the door, and she heard a small "come in".

She let out a sigh as she reluctantly pushed open the door and she was greeted by a the principal and a detective.

What the fuck?

"Close the door and sit down" the principal instructed.

As she sat down her heartrate increased. Her ears were ringing, her palms were sweaty.

The detective cleared his throat before he spoke "as you know y/n has been missing for 3 months now"

She nods

"after further investigation, it seems you were the last one seen with her"

"Was i really or are you looking for someone to blame?" Ellie asked with a raised brow.

She knew where you were, but she couldn't tell him that.

"Ms Williams you're under suspension of kidnapping"

Ellies fists clench by her sides "why am i? Just because i was last seen with her?"

"You guys were best friends, many people said you were close, some say you where obsessed"

Oh she was mad. Ellie was really mad. She wasn't obsessed, she just cared about you.

"i wasn't" she said through gritted teeth.

"We think you know where she is"

Ellie got up, her fist hitting the table "so you're accusing an underage child of kidnapping? do i look like I'm capable of doing that?"

"Ms Williams-"

"no"

Ellie turned to the door and she stormed out. She walked out of the building rushing home to see you.

She hoped you didn't leave her.

"Don't you give me up, please don't give up

On me, I belong with you and only you, baby

Only you, my girl, only you, babe

Only you, darling, only you, babe

Only you, my girl, only you, babe

Only you, darling, only you"

They weren't wrong about what ellie had done to you.

But she had to do it! How else was she supposed to keep you to herself?

Ellie always has feelings for you. Ever since you shyly asked her for a pencil in year 8, she's been all over you. As the years went by her fondness towards you grew, you made her blush, you made her giggle, you made her so fucking happy.

Overtime the two of you built a good friendship but Ellie always wanted more.

It was a Thursday, the sun was shining and the two of had a science project to finish.

The homecoming dance was getting closer and she wanted to ask you. Ellie thought this was the perfect moment to ask you.

"So....with who are you going to homecoming?" Ellie asked clearing her throat

"oh Dina asked me"

"what did you say?"

"I said yes, i think Dina is cute"

No no no no no no no

Not her. You belong to her. You were hers. Not Dina. You were supposed to go with her.

No no no no no

"Ellie?" You asked with concern seeing her zoned out expression.

Ellie looked at you briefly before her hands wrapped around your neck. You let out a silent scream trying to scratch her. You tried fighting but you couldn't. Ellie was stronger than you, she was bigger too.

Eventually you went limp in her hands.

Heavy breaths left Ellie's mouth.

You were still breathing. Good.

She dragged you to her house, hiding behind bushes once in a while to make sure no one saw her. She dragged you into her house, and into her basement.

Ellie placed your body onto the cold floor and she watched you breathing faintly.

Now you cant go with Dina.

"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me

Why I feel this way, I don't know maybe

I think of her so much, it drives me crazy

What if she's fine?

It's my mind that's wrong

And I just let bad thoughts

Linger for far too long"

You're fine. You're fine. You're fine.

She's just having bad thoughts. Ellie has always had a tendency to overthink things.

She knew it was bad to overthink but she was always prepared for the worst.

When Ellie first kidnapped you, 3 months ago everything was fine.

You never screamed, you never fought back, you always tried negotiating or escaping which was good because she didn't need to tie you up or gag you.

You made things easy for her. Ellie fed you, she kept you company, she tried to be Dina.

She really tried to keep you happy.

You didn't need Dina, you needed her.

But for the last month you've been very sick. You barley spoke, you barley ate, you barley moved.

There was something wrong with you, she just didn't know what it was.

Since she hasn't been home for 3 days, Ellie didn't know if you would still be alive. There was no one to feed you. No one to talk to you. You were all alone.

You're fine. You're fine. You're fine.

She's just overthinking it.

Her house key rattled as she pushed open the door. She quickly made her way to the basement, unlocking the door. She walked down the stairs quietly calling your name.

You didn't say anything. She didn't see any movement. she slowly made her way to the bed she had made for you and there you were.

Your skin was pale, cold and it was turning blue. You weren't breathing.

Ellie let out a sigh as she gently grabbed your body, hugging you, not caring of the smell.

Atleast Dina cant get to you.

You were hers. You were safe. You were ok. You now only belong to her.

<3

[bloodstainedsaint]

sticky fingers (ronald speirs x reader smut)

summary: you've noticed that you've been missing panties ever since your first time with your lover, ronald speirs. fortunately for you, he's been replacing them.

word count: 1220+

warnings: 🔞, reader has female genitalia, looting, fingering, praise, ron's a little freak (but we knew that), implied that ron jacks off with your panties, reader's a little bit of a brat (that gets straightened out by soft dom ron)

notes: inspired by this ask (brilliant idea btw) and a little bit by ron's handwriting

It had become commonplace ever since Easy Company moved into Germany for you to come back to your billet and find loot laying on your bed, accompanied by a note signed in beautiful cursive that read Courtesy of Capt. Speirs (as if you didn't know who was leaving you these gifts). You already knew that Ron was sending ornate silver cutlery and decor back home to your house in America so you wouldn't have to lug it around with the rest of your belongings; the loot that made it to your bed were things that he wanted you to wear for him that very night: heels, jewelry/accessories, dresses, and his favorite: lingerie.

Now in Austria nearing the end of the war (in Europe, at least), that was what you found placed on your bed, next to the usual note. And, as you usually did, you smiled to yourself at the gifts, freshened yourself up, and first tried on the lacy lingerie that he'd selected for you, followed by the elegant off the shoulder evening gown, the heels, and the diamond necklace.

What often followed was him coming back to find you all dressed up before dancing with you — with you leading, of course. With the radio in the room playing slow love songs, he would start planning a future with you as he twirled you around, saying all the things the two of you would do once back in the States: buy a house, raise a family, adopt a dog. It had surprised you the first time; you had never expected Ron to think of the future (one including you, no less) and realize that he just might be going home after all.

As you started clasping on the necklace with your back facing the door, someone barged in like they owned the place. You turned around and were not surprised to see Ron there, seemingly not fully acknowledging your presence as he shed his hat and the top layer of his uniform. Placing them on a chair, he ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

“Has anyone ever taught you to knock, Ron?” you huffed lightheartedly as you finished fastening the necklace. He finally turned his attention to you, and you could see the tension (you assumed from everything that had happened recently with Staff Sergeant Grant) disappear from his face, replaced by something darker as he drank in how the dress hugged your curves so well.

“Well,” you said while smoothing out the dress and preparing to spin for him, “how do I lo—”

Predatory eyes raked over your body. “On the bed.”

“Ron?”

“Get on the bed, now.” Something akin to desperation was masked by the harshness of his tone.

Doing as he said, you sat on the edge of the bed. He strode over and stood over you, and your breath hitched when he lifted your chin upward with two fingers. “Good girl.”

He withdrew his hand and let it run over your bare shoulders before tugging on one of the sleeves, uttering, “I want this off.”

“I just put it on!” you protested.

There was a subtle crazed look to his stare, a hardly restrained wildness lying beneath. “And you'll take it off.”

You first took off your heels, and, maintaining eye contact, you slipped off the sleeves of your dress and pulled the rest down, slowly revealing your lace-covered chest and the inches of skin that lay below. Smirking, you let the dress sit around your hips as you first removed the necklace and set it aside.

“It's a shame to let a dress this nice pool on the floor,” you said, enjoying the way his jaw tensed, “so I'll stop here.”

His glare hardened, and he bent down slightly and pulled the dress down the rest of the way, with you wiggling your hips to assist him. He placed the dress on the same chair as his officer jacket and hat. “Happy?”

You innocently beamed up at him, relishing in knowing how much of a grip his love for you had on him. “Very.”

He returned and leaned over you, with one hand on the bed beside you and the other traveling to your panties.

Before he could get any closer to what he desired, you placed your hand around his wrist. He immediately stopped his arm and studied your face.

Meeting his gaze, you breathily said, “I've been missing panties, Sparky.”

“That's a shame.” His apathetic voice and expression indicated that it was anything but.

“I know you've been stealing them since our first time together.”

Shrugging, he pouted for a second like he usually did when he was thinking. You unknowingly loosened your grip, and he pushed your wet panties to the side and began rubbing circles on your clit. “And I've been replacing them with new ones, haven't I?”

Your thoughts became jumbled at the slow circles, and your hand fell away completely. “Yes, sir…”

He smiled, watching you lose your focus and confidence at the movements. “You wanna know what I do with them?” Gulping, you unsteadily bobbed your head. “Whenever we’re separated, I use them to remind me of you.”

“Use… them?” Your face flushed at the thought.

He only chuckled in response. His fingers moved down from your clit to circle your opening.

“Maybe I'll take these with me to the Pacific,” he pondered aloud, pulling the strap of your panties back and then snapping them against you. “You don't mind, do you?”

“Ron, I like thes—” you cut yourself off with a moan as his fingers plunged into you.

“I didn't think so, pretty girl.” He gently guided your body down onto the bed so his fingers could reach deeper within. Your back arched as he went at a brutal pace, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

Ron leaned over you with one arm supporting him. Somehow speeding up his movements against that sensitive spot inside of you, the palm of his hand rubbing deliciously against your clit, he lowered himself to mouth along the valley between your breasts. In his wake, he left conspicuous marks on your neck before trailing his lips up and capturing yours in a kiss full of shameless want.

He could tell you were getting close when your walls started squeezing around him and you became a whiny, breathy mess before him, bucking your hips to meet his fingers. “You're doing so good for me, just let go. That's it, beautiful…”

Lights sparked behind your eyelids, and your moans of his name took on a higher pitch, neighbors be damned. Ron slowed down his thrusts and let you ride out your climax. Before you could notice the absence of his fingers or that he wasn't kissing you anymore, your panties were already pulled down and off of your legs and stuffed into his pants pocket.

Ron licked the stickiness off of his fingers and climbed onto the bed, situating himself above you. “As much as I liked that dress on you, I like you better with it off.”

You laughed, still out of breath with a hazy mind. “Why don't you show me just how much, Captain?”

His lips pulled up into that unnerving smile that only you found charming. He breathed, “My pleasure,” and fit his lips against yours before you could catch a glimpse of the lingerie sticking out of his pocket.

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