#tomato talks? unbelievable

[tomatoclown]

My teacher showed us @wolfythewitch ‘s animatic of Get In The Water in class and I almost fell of my chair 😭

[squiddy-god]

dorm leader crush hcs

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Riddle Rosehearts 🌹🌹🌹

At first he thought you were just as chaotic as ace and deuce… He’s right but you also followed at least MOST of the rules

You just support him so much and he loves that, even if you break rules

Had a little smige of a crush on you and it showed (a lot)

One day you found him on the brink of blowing a blood vessel, you calmed him down. Gentle hands rubbing circles into his back and hands, reassuring him that it’ll be ok. That he’ll be ok.

After that his little crush becomes a massive crush on you, he’s head over heels

When riddle falls, it’s not as hard as some of the others because he kinda had a crush on you for a bit.

Riddle falls slowly over time and slowly accepts his feelings day by day until hes a blushing tomato around you

100% sits plucking petals back and forth muttering “they love me, they love me not”

Trys to spend as much time with you as possible, like haveing tea or “makeing Shure you fallow the rules set in place”

Riddle fell in love with your careing personality and ability to make him feel good enough

Floyd ships the 👏FUCK👏out of you two and is honestly getting impatient

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙🐙🐙

At first you were nothing more then a friend of Floyd’s, maybe even a part time employee at the lounge

But then you stuck by him after he stops his shady Side business. He was so down yet you sat there and held him. Accepted him

Azul fell for you when you refused to leave him after the end of his shady deals. You sat down and comforted him, made him feel like he was makeing progress, like he was getting better.

Azul falls the 2nd hardest.

When Azul falls for you it hits him like a brick, all at once crashing into him like a wave of unknown feelings and fear

Avoids you at first because he’s squeeling in his octo pot about you but then becomes a little clingy and wants to spend lots of time with you

100% has a note book with your name written in it all over In gell pen, things like “Azul + (y/n)” Or “ (Y/n) ashengrotto ” Written all over

He’s more open with you but also more shy? Like he tells you things he wouldn’t normally but in a cute shy way 🥺👉👈

Azul fell in love with your accepting nature and how you are a very loyal person

Out of the twins, jade ships it the most! He’s always watching in calm amusement as Azul fawns over you when you arnt looking. 24/7 dropping hints lmao

Malleus Draconian 🐉🐉🐉

At first you were just a child of man, a friend even.

You weren’t afraid or intimidated by him and that made him swoon a tad bit.

Malleus fell for you when you invited him out to a movie you thought he would like. In that moment he released that you cared for him and thought about him, that your kindness wasn’t an act of formality but of genuine care. Memories of encounters play through his head as feelings grow like soft thorns around his heart

Asked Lilia what the feelings were and is smitten with the notion of having a huge crush on you

Falls the hardest and I’ll take this to my grave

When malleus falls his feelings hit him like a truck all at once. Memories of your smile and days spent together fill his mind as he trys to sputter out a yes to your invitation.

Makes an effort to spend time with you wether it be midnight walks or lunch with you

Talks about you to Lilia constantly and asks for advice. It’s adorable omg. Afafjvcjhfhlvaxhnv

Malleus fell for your honest nature and careing personality, he loves it and it makes him so unbelievably happy.

Lilia sighs “young love” He says. He ships it a lot and enjoys seeing malleus happy and crushing. High-key wants you two together and lasting

Kalim Al-asim ☀☀☀

At first you two were like best friends, two peas in a pod

You keep him grounded and stable but are still fun loveing

Kalim fell for you when you calmed down a party. Things were getting wild and he was getting a little crazy, but you were there to bring him back gently. He realized that you were his rock, a stable figure in his life and a person he could turn to, much like Jamil.

As soon as he fell for you he told Jamil, his trusted friend. He talks to Jamil about it a lot actually

Kalim falls harder then riddle but still gently.

When kalim falls, it’s like his feelings wrap him up in a warm blanket. Unlike a lot of the others his emotions don’t hit him violently but rather wash over him in a sence of calmness.

Doesn’t change much honestly, he already spent a lot of time with you so of course he’ll continue to spend lots of time together!

Takes like all of those stupid quoteve quizzes like “make me a cake and I’ll tell you if your crush loves you” And “how compatible with your crush are you” Like he takes so many of them

Kalim fell in love with your calm but fun personality and dependable nature

Literally everyone ships it, you two are so cute and their getting impatient. Jamil is slightly jealous of kalim but continues to drop little hints that the ball of sunshine likes you.

Vil Schoenheit 🍎🍎🍎

Are first you were just another potato that he would have to teach

You saw past his superficial veil of blush and powder and always choose to complement his personality or the little things

Vil fell in love with you after class one day. Divus had given out a new assignment and you had chosen to complement vil in passing. Simple words were all it took and he didn’t know what was so different this time, perhaps it was that you looked so radiant today. But your pretty words made him fall

Vil falls only slightly less then azul~

When vil falls it hits him in the gut and knocks the wind from his lungs, he denies it at first but finds himself unable to not let your words fill him with more pide then he already had.

Vil will admittedly act a bit cold and distant from you at first but after a while everything returns to normal, perhaps his fingers linger ever so slightly longer on you~

Vil has subconsciously made space on his vanity for makeup he thinks would complement you. He gets whatever perfume or Cologne you do because he knows you must like it. He finds himself looking at flowers and thinking about you~

Vil liked your looks at first (even if he thinks your a potato) but your honest complements and kindness quickly made him Fall for you in his entirety

Rook is the only one who knows (divus also knows but shhhhhh) and often makes comparisons to romance novels. If divus gets a chance he makes Shure to pair you two up, and has you sit next to vil in every class~

Leona kingscholar 🦁🦁🦁

At first you were a pain in the ass

You never stopped treating him with kindness and you weren’t afraid to tell him off.

Oh boy he falls for you in a fit of jealousy. He saw you hanging out with malleus and he didn’t know why it made him so angry. Then ur hit him, he wanted you to be his. Once he realised this the things that annoyed him about you, he wanted more of that. He wanted you to push him and to not give up on him.

Leona falls harder then kalim but less so then vil.

When Leona falls his feelings boil inside him like anger and at first he mistakes them for anger, but then he realises that it wasn’t quite anger. He falls hard because he only realises he loves you the first time he get jealous. His feelings worm there way into him slowly, much to his annoyance.

Acts pretty mean to you, like he was a cunt nugget before but now he’s straight up Regina George. Of course he’ll eventually give in and go back to normal, granted more protective.

When he sleeps, witch is a lot, he dreams about you. Not in a dirty way (most of the time) but in a far more domestic way then one would expect. He dreams about watching you do things like cook and take small naps next to him.

Leona was annoyed at first but then he realised that he likes that you pushed him to be better and to do his best. Your kindness makes him feel like the king of the world and he wouldn’t change a thing about it.

Ruggie is glad to see Leona go after something he won’t just give up on. The hole of savernclaw knows about Leonas crush but they keep their mouth shut.

Idia shroud 💀💀💀

At first you were just another person who terrified him to no end.

You never judged him for his lack of social skills or how he would nerd out about technology or the newest game he got, you always seem to support him and make sure hes ok

Falls for you when he sees you playing with ortho. You looked so calm and happy as you played with the younger shroud brother. He was happy for tablet not showing his face because it was erupted in flame. Seeing your smile and the look of genuine care and joy in your eyes made it click in his head that he had fallen for you.

Idia falls the second hardest and like malleus, I’ll take this to my grave

When idia falls it like his emotions Russian suplex him into a panic attack. Falling for you scares him more then people but once he makes up his mind that he’s in love with you he’s filled with determination! He’s not used to this and probably screams when it clicks in his head.

Avoids you for a week or two because he’s just trying to sort out his emotions, but once hes done that he spends a lot more time with you, inviteing you over for game sessions or to binge anime, asks for your help on little projects he works on, all but clings to your side when the rare occasion he goes outside happens.

You know how happy and excited he gets when he works on technology or talks about cats and anime? Yah that happens with you to now. Whenever you text him he gets all giddy and rolls around on his bed before texting you back. 1000000% has made at least 1 video game character based off of you (in all of his games). Absent mindedly doodles you in all of his notebooks.

Idia fell in love with your comfort and kindness, your calming aura and excitement. Despite being a little annoyed about how energetic and happy you tend to be, opposites attract. He also realises that you two have things in common like maby not likeing big crowds or public speaking (or you have anxiety like him). Also helps that your a gammer.

Words can’t describe how happy ortho is and just how much the little shroud ships you two. He thinks this is great for idia and supports it 100% ngl ortho probly starts calling you big bro/big sis (or other if you prefer nb) like he calls idia. Azul ships it to and honestly is tired of idia talking about you so much.

[prettyboykatsuki]

lock and key | h. sakura

✮ tags ; afab + gender neutral reader, dom!reader, sub!sakura, ejaculation management, so much dirty talk, praise kink, cumming untouched, nipple play / teasing, established relationships, aged-up characters, 18+

✮ wc ; 3.6k (??)

✮ a/n ; my melatonin is begging me to sleep and im too busy thinking about this guys dick. fuck man whatever.

On the rooftop of Furin, among flower-beds and tomato plants - Sakura asks you to be his with a less than confident pout and a single rose.  

It is stupidly corny and so sincere it borders on funny. You’re a little surprised by it given the nature of your relationship. You’ve been friends since he came into town three years ago - dancing around unrequited feelings for about two years, and recently landed on mutual feelings after someone gave Sakura spiked punch at one of Umemiya’s gatherings.  

He is characteristically clumsy in asking you. He spends the first half of your conversation getting pissed about nothing before you ask him what he wants, all smiles, and he loses his cool all over again. You fall in love with him a little more when he has to avert his eyes to get the words out. He has so many nervous tics. A hand on the back of his neck, chewing the inside of his lip.  

The most noticeable part of his confession is just how red he is the entire time. His shirt is a little loose, and when he ducks his head down - you can see perfectly along the curve of back and he’s blushing. It’s so cute, so stupidly endearing - you completely lose track of what’s happening around you.  

You manage to accept the confession. Sakura gains the courage to kiss you but he’s shaking the whole time, and it’s so cute to see how much he fumbles despite having known you for years.  

It’s a good memory, and it leaves a strong impression - and it’s no doubt the start of your desire to warp your boyfriends body to your desires so strongly.  

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Sakura blushes easily.  

Too easily. 

For as long as you’ve been friends, he’s never been able to kick the habit. You’d almost think he was allergic to sincerity given how much he reacts to even the faintest presence of it. It doesn’t matter where that sincerity is directed—though it’s much worse when it’s for him—it’s just something he’s conscious of generally. It’s to the point where it’s a running joke amongst the friend group, though never to his face.  

He suffers enough with so little teasing, no one really has the heart to go further. And even without being teased, Sakura is super reactive. Like a cat hissing or electricity bubbling through water - pure danger at the lightest brush or sensation. Be it romance, or friendship, or the vaugest compliment. Sakura will blush and squirm for any reason at all, really. 

In a way, you think that’d take away from the novelty of it but it hasn’t. Every time Sakura breaks out into a faint blush, you feel your heart squeeze tight in your chest.  

It’s hard not to bully Sakura when he makes it so unbelievably easy. And looks so cute when you do it.  

You do your best to curb your desires at first because Sakura tries hard to look cool in front of you. Towards the beginning of your relationship, he seemed especially determined to be more boyfriend-like towards you. You’re sure that’s tangentially related to how you two started as friends and how terribly self-aware he is of it all the time. You already know each other well, but the step-up from friend to partner is just a little bit too steep for him to climb easily. This manifests in the most try-hard version of Sakura you’ve ever known in your life, and it’s very sweet.  

It is, really.  

Too sweet. Too cute. It does nothing but pour gasoline on the sexual desire and mild fetish you’ve developed for your boyfriends easily embarrassed personality. It worsens it so much it’s a little shocking to you.  

Maybe you’ve always had that kind of inclination, but Sakura takes what was once just a passing thought and blooms into full blown sexual fantasy with no effort at all.  

You plan on keeping it to yourself at first, because you’re pretty sure you’d scare him off if you brought it up too soon. 

The first time you make out with Sakura though, after you start dating - he cums in his pants after a little kissing and grinding. Not that abnormal for a virgin you think. What is, however, abnormal - is what actually ends up pushing him over the edge and making him cum so quickly: praise. 

It was like feeling time slow down. You’d whispered in his ear that he felt good - that he was kissing you in a way that felt good. On the next breath, he bucked his hips up against the seam of his pants and made a mess in his jeans. Whimpered in your ear like a whining cat in heat, with no self-awareness until after the fact. His cum was warm against your clothed crotch as he rode his high - breathless and stupid. Not a thought behind his eyes for a few seconds until he could collect himself enough to be ashamed.  

Sakura having a praise kink is so obvious when you think about it, it’s a little laughable. But to know the extent of it made your desires towards him all that much stronger.  

It gave you the confidence to proceed in trying to change his body and make it a little more sensitive. Not being able to stop think about it made you want to push the boundaries, which is why you end up asking Sakura to let you take the reigns.  

Of course he doesn’t want to agree at first. It’s a hit to his pride you’re sure.  

But with a little more coaxing, he agrees to let you do as you please and hear you out on whatever weird thing you seem so interested in doing. He’s weak to your pouting, even weaker to pleasure - so fine, if you want to do something weird to him, he’ll let you.  

Permission was all you needed.  

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You start slowly.  

The first time you see Sakura again after agreeing on letting you lead, he can barely stand to be in the same room as you. He decides to let you come over to his apartment instead of going over to yours. You spend the whole day together having an at-home date that ends up being more cooking and watching movies on a laptop together than anything else.  

Night falls when Sakura eventually signals his desire for intimacy after he spent the day escaping his nerves. He doesn’t say it as much as he shows it. After you come out from the shower, he stares at you so intensely it’s hard not to get the.  

You get down on your knees to kiss him before you pull away, a hand on his cheek and pure adoration seeing the state of his face. Cherry red blush dusted all over his skin and pupils blown wide with such adorably obvious desire. 

“Can I touch you?”  

“Why’re you asking?” He stumbles over the words. “J-just do it.”  

You press your back against the wall and tell Sakura to sit between your spread legs - pleased as he obliges you even after some hesitance. You’re a little afraid yourself, the enormity of your lust as Sakura rests his back against your chest overwhelming.  

“This is weird.”  

“Bear with it, please?”  

He doesn’t complain again. You kiss against his shoulder blades, smiling at the way he squirms - tilting his head to meet your mouth and kiss him over his shoulder.  

Your hands clasp his waist, nails running along his sides deliberately slow - dragging against the fabric and so lightly against the skin. He protests it but doesn’t tell you to stop. You let your nails brush against his nipples and his cock jumps in his boxers. Moonlight seeps through the windows, emphasizing the paleness of him under his clothes You can feel his musculature as his back lays against your chest, the steady pumping of your heart matching your own.  

When he reaches the brink of a complaint, you whisper his name against his ear.  

“Haruka-kun,” Tender and breathless - warm against his cool skin. “Just trust me okay? I’ll make you feel really good.”  

“I’m the one that should be—,” His words cut off with a moan, a little helpless sound as you brush against his nipples again. “Damn it.”  

“You want to make me feel good, right? You’re so thoughtful, baby.” Your praise comes in thick - accompanied with a more direct touch. You brush your palms over his clothed erection, smiling as it twitches again. His hips buck for more friction that you don’t afford him. “It makes me feel good when you listen.”  

“That’s…”  

You squeeze his shaft through his clothes for a few seconds before letting go again. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you Haruka?”  

“The hell,” It intends to come out harsher than it does. Another muffled moan as you squeeze his cock again, watching his face bloom in reds. He drops his head back along your shoulders. Almost boneless in your arms, you continue to touch his cock indirectly. “What are you.. ohhh,”  

“My good boy. Listen well, and I’ll make sure it feels really good. And you can have anything you want afterwards. Okay?” 

“…Anything?”  

“Anything,” You promise gently. “But you have to listen. Can do you that for me?“ 

He gives you another short, precise nod as you rub his cock again affectionately, a kiss on the nape of his neck. He shivers as goosebumps form along his skin.  

“Damn it. Fine.”  

You kiss him again, another stroke following the touch as you grin against his shoulder. “Perfect.”  

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You spend three weeks managing Sakura’s orgasms.   

It takes him a little while to deal with your unreasonable request. You tell him again though that if bears with for a while, he can have anything he possibly wants from you. The prospect of that is too exciting for him to turn you down, so he caves eventually.  

You have one rule: Sakura can’t cum for seven consecutive days. After seven days you want him to cum untouched. No matter what though, you’ll reward him. 

 It takes him a while to reach that goal. You spend your nights doing the same routine as the first nigh, escalating by drawing it out more each time. Light touches followed with deliberately thick, syrupy praise. You fulfill his needs through other means, but showering him in affection makes up most of it.  

You get good at learning what things make him tick. Sakura likes to hear that he’s good for you above all else. That’s always the thing that makes him twitch. He likes being praised for his efforts less than he likes mindless flattery. He likes when you attach possession to the words you use. Affirm his place as yours with every stroke of hands or tracing of fingers. Light touches make him shiver so much it’s cute.  

You learn that his nipples are sensitive and so are his ears and the inside of his thighs when you squeeze them. He likes rougher treatment of his chest but softer against his neck. He likes to be squeezed firmly instead of lightly but you tend to avoid touching his dick too much if at all.  

It’s a little like training a puppy. You follow your routine with strict habituation and Sakura picks up on your cues quickly. Over a few weeks, you watch him grow to anticipate the session of unadulterated praise. Eventually, he’s red before you even touch him, glassy eyed and hard before you even get on your hands on him or kiss him. Just the anticpation is enough because he’s already so easy to work up.  

He fails in not cumming a few times, but that’s okay - you always assure him it’ fine.  

Again and again, you shape his tastes to fit your preferences with cool direction and repetition like water eroding stone. Sakura stops questioning it once the pleasure starts to sink in, eventually so hung up on the feeling - you can barely be in public together without his mind drifting back to it. His headspace gets so melty.  

He’s always been quiet when it comes to affection but he’s practically docile, putty between your fingers as he lets himself be completely pampered when you’re alone. It’s a little surprising ow well he takes it, but you think the desperation outweighs the shame. The desire for release too strong to refuse it no matter how much of a fuss he puts up at the start.  

It’s cute to see him corrupt so fast for your sake. He’s too prideful to beg but once he gets so desperate, he makes a face that’s practically the same. He starts to be interested in the reward at one point or another - though you’re not sure when exactly that is. He really tries so hard not to cum. Your rules are always clear and simply.  

He can cum before you if he wants,  but he has to wait seven days for a rewards. You’ll know if he cums before then. 

After three weeks of ruined orgasms, he eventually abides by this. He still wants you to touch him though. You spend your time as a normal couple until nightfall, and when it’s time - Sakura waits for you to start.  

He’s not vocal about his submission, doesn’t acknowledge it in full even when it’s so obvious. His compliance speaks for itself you think. How he spreads his legs and relaxes into your body more and more - allowing himself to be completely quiet and listen to you. You know you’ve got him when he stops fighting any of it and just allows you to touch him without too much fuss.  

You’re good to Sakura of course. You always praise him softly, sweetly - always kiss him as much as he wants even if you don’t touch his cock directly. You always make him feel good in other ways even if he’s not allowed to cum.  

Eventually, he makes good on the promise of one week. It’s hard on him, you can tell - and he doesn’t do it without whining, but he fights for it. Lets you touch and tease and praise him until his brain shuts off, crawling into your arms right afterwards so you can card your fingers through his hair and praise him more with his face buried in your chest eventually falling to sleep.  

A week passes, eventually - and this time, you end up on Sakura’s lap. A good distance away from his cock. You sit closer to his knees as he sits on a comfortable chair in your well furnished apartment. You haven’t touched him at all, but he’s already got the pretty, glassy expression on his face.  

You cup his cheek with your hand, endeared by how he nuzzles instinctively into your palm. He’s not wearing anything today while you remain clothed aside from your top. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” You coo. The reaction is instant, eyes lidding and face growing hot as you continue to shower him with attention. He groans faintly but doesn’t say anything in reply. “It took a little while, but you made it a whole week. Haruka-kun did a good job for me. Made me so happy.” 

He likes hearing that. Praise about how it pleases you always sticks. His face grows warm with familiar, pained arousal. He flushes red down to his chest - his whole body radiating heat. You stare at his cock as it twitches to life at the words, elated when you see the first dribble of precum slide down the shaft. It’s hard for you to not to touch him but you wouldn’t ruin your own hard work.  

“You like making me happy huh? You always do,” You mutter, brushing your thumb across his cheek bone. He’s quiet, eyes look misty as you talk. “My pretty boy. All mine forever. All of you. From here to,” Your brush hair from his forehead before trailing your nails down his chest - lightly scratching above the base of his cock, on his stomach. You brush the soft, bi-colored hairs at the base but don’t get close enough to touch. “Here. Always mine, baby.”  

“S-shit, hngh,”  

“You worked so hard, didn’t you?” You kiss his forehead, his temple, his cheek. “I know it was tough. Bet you’re gonna cum so much for me today. I’ll give you anything you want after you cum once. Anything. Doesn’t that sound nice?”  

His words come out as a slur, thick with want. “Y’promise?”  

Your heart flutters. “Mhm. Whatever you want. You can fuck me, use my mouth. Anything, baby. It’s all yours. You earned it. Such a good boy.”  

“Nghhh,” He throws his head back slightly, his cock twitching again. Bobbing as it jumps against air, you stare down at how more pre-crum dribbles from the tip. “Fuck, fuck. Need to cum, can’t—I can’t”  

“You can cum whenever, Haruka. You’re getting so messy. It’s for me, right? Haruka’s cum,” You mumble, staring at it. “So thick. So much of it left,”  

His eyes go wide before breaking out into another wave of heat - cheels flushing red. His ears, nose, face — all of it. He groans aloud, adams apple bobbing in his throat as arousal makes his cock pulse.  “Good boy. Come on. I want to see you cum for me. Do you think you can? Think you can cum if I praise you a bit? Your cock twitches so much when I’m sweet to you baby, does it make you feel that good to hear? Made you so weak to praise your dick can barely stand it, right? It’s cute. Haruka-kun is so, so cute.”  

His jaw is dropped open dumbly, unable to speak or say anything else as he shivers underneath you. You can feel him squirm, his cock twitching again and again. You don’t touch his dick at all, but you slide your hand down to the soft planes of his stomach and hold it there. Rubbing soft circles into it with your thumb.  

“It’s twitching so hard,” You say with fascinated delight. His whole body strains, a short, clipped, helpless whimper escaping his lips completely involuntary. He bites back as much of the noise as he possible can as your own arousal builds in your stomach. “I’m so turned on watching you like this.”  

It’s almost like a switch flips in him. You can see the surprise in his face, see the reaction in his physical body so fast you can’t help but laugh in awe. “Did you think I just did it for no reason?”  

“No, but… I didn’t think — I d-don’t know, I just didn’t think.” 

You laugh again. “Then should I tell you? I get wet when I bully you and you get like this. So pathetic and needy and so cute. You always get mad when I call you cute but your cock is twitching so much hearing it,” You tell him contentedly. “It feels so good seeing you blush like this. You turn red and it’s so pretty - Haruka-kun is so pretty it’s unfair. Isn’t it natural that I get like this looking at you?”  

He groans, his shoulders shaking as you push him forward. You laugh, delighted by his reaction.  

“Should I tell you something good?” You tease, watching for his eyes to lock with yours before you go on. “I alway went home and touched myself thinking of what kind of face you made for me the night before. Came so much to how pretty Haruka is, you know? Even right now, I’m holding back from touching you and making you cum all over my hands. You wanna cum inside instead though right? After you cum once, I’ll get you nice and hard again and then you can cum where you want. Okay? Cum for me, baby. Be good for me.”  

You hear Sakura gasp and know what’s coming, smiling to yourself as his muscles go taut - hips bucking up as it overtakes him. 

You let your hand hover over the tip of his cock and watch his body shudder as he lets out a load of cum completely untouched. It’s so thick and heavy it doesn’t really shoot as much as it spills all along his shaft in his spurts. Sakura sobs in ruin at the sensation, groaning as your hand wraps around the base of his cock and pumps out the rest.  

His entire body shudders in a flush of red - all rashy knees and blushy chest, nipples tense and hard as he cums while his stomach tightens as he releases. His cock throbs against your hands, still completely hard even after having orgasmed. His face is wet, vision blurred from fat tears that he can barely blink away in time.  

He’s so reactive to the feeling of your hand, he ends up cumming again a little with a strained cry.  

You watch him in amusement, waiting for him to settle down as you rest your palm over the tip to catch any more cum. After you lean forward to meet his mout. He kisses you so eagerly, all tongue and spit - pulling away with breath.  

“You’re so good for me, Haruka,” You kiss the corner of his mouth. “How should I reward you?”  

“Don’t care just,” He drops his head down. “Touch me. All over. Make me feel good. I want to feel you. P-please.”  

You smile a little. “Must be really bad for you to ask me something so embarrassing with your own voice.”  

“Shut the hell up. My dick is gonna explode and it’s so embarrassing so just” He groans. “Y-you’re the devil, just. Please.”  

“Course baby,” You mutter, stroking his cock for emphasis - happy as you watch him shiver. “Anything you want.”  

[kissingchamber]

illicit affairs

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: Tony finds out his son is dating his intern. His intern!

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!male reader; Tony Stark x son!reader

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): nothing really this is just silly fluff and Tony being clueless

𝜗𝜚 note(s): English is not my first language!!! Based on this request, hope u enjoy anon :3 title from taylor swifts "illicit affairs" !!

Everyone in the Avengers tower knows you and Peter are dating! Well, almost everyone in the Avengers tower knows you and Peter are dating. The only one who hasn't yet figured it out is the one and only, Tony Stark, your dad.

Honestly, it's a surprise he hasn't found out yet with the way you and Peter have been looking at each other with longing heart eyes and cuddling during movie nights. And he calls himself a genius...

It's sort of become a game for you and Peter, seeing how long it'll take for Tony to realize what's really going on.

What makes it even more unbelievable is that Pepper was the first one to know!

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You make your way down to the lab where you knew Peter would be— he'd texted, telling you he would be down in the labs today— working on something for his suit with Tony.

You slide into the lab, finding Peter sat in a chair, eagerly chatting with your dad and typing something on a tablet at the same time.

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him to your chest and burying your face into his hair. "Hi, Pete." You murmur.

"H— hey!" Peter's face flushes a pretty pink color and you can't help but smirk. He's so easily flustered.

You almost forget Tony is there until he starts talking. "Oh, hey kid! Care to help us a little? We could really use an extra set of hands." He says, acting like the way you're holding Peter is totally platonic.

You nod, mumbling a sure, but not before sending Peter a look. He cannot be serious... He shoots back an agreeing gaze.

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It's movie night, most of the Avengers are scattered across the room, sitting in all kinds of weird positions that make you want to laugh. You and Peter are laying on one of the couches, practically entangled together.

Everyone is arguing about which movie to watch when Tony walks in with Steve trailing behind him, their arms filled with snacks.

Steve looks at you and Peter, mumbling something about lovebirds and takes a seat on one of the recliners.

Tony settles on a loveseat next to Pepper and joins in on the movie debate.

You and Peter share a look, Tony definitely heard what Cap said, right?

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You walk into the kitchen where Peter is sitting on a barstool, leaning onto the island and nodding along to whatever Tony— who is currently refilling his coffee cup— is saying.

You press a kiss to Peter's cheek in greeting, sitting down on another barstool. He gives you a soft smile in response and grabs ahold of your hand.

Tony finishes getting his coffee, ruffles your hair and leaves the room wordlessly, like you hadn't just kissed your boyfriend— that he doesn't know is your boyfriend— right in front of him!

You and Peter stare at each other for a silent second before bursting into laughter. Tony is so clueless it's hilarious.

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When Tony finally does find out it's possibly in the most embarrassing way ever.

You and Peter were in your room, making out on your bed, when Tony walked in.

"Dad—!" You yell and scramble to get off of Peter, whose face is currently the shade of bright red reminiscent of a tomato.

"Sorry, sorry!" Tony says quickly, at least he sounds apologetic.

You glare at him with no real heat in your expression. "You could've, you know, knocked before you came in. Like you're supposed to." You grumble.

"I know, I know. But uhm... since when were you two a thing?" He asks, almost sounding hesitant.

Peter looks like he's trying his hardest not to laugh, barely succeeding. "Everyone else figured it out months ago, if that gives you any idea."

"What—" Tony begins but you interrupt him; "And Pepper was the first one to find out"

"And she didn't tell me!?" He sounds so betrayed, it's so funny you can barely respond. "Apparently not!" You get out before bursting into giggles, Peter laughing beside you.

Tony turns on his heel and rushes into the hallway "Pepper!" He cries out.

At this, you and Peter can't hold it in anymore, erupting into the kind of laughter that makes your tummy hurt and leaves your sides sore afterwards.

And he calls himself a genius.

𝜗𝜚 note: this is longer that anything ive posted previously so thats why this took me so long to post 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 thanks 4 reading!!! reblogs r super appreciated!! :3

[juanarc-thethird]

I am proud of my body!

Beacon Academy, Cafeteria

Jaune is in line with his team waiting to be served. While they wait among his team they talk about the classes they recently took.

Jaune: So General Michi lost because he was distracted by a laser pointer?

Pyrrha: Surprisingly, yes.

Jaune: I can't believe that.

Nora: Yeah, me neither.

Ren: But is true.

Jaune: I mean, losing the battle with something so… how do I put it… "unusual" is unbelievable.

They continued their conversation without realizing that Cardin is approaching Jaune with a mischievous smile. And when he had the opportunity he took Jaune's pants and pulled them down fast, underwear included.

Cardin: What nice underwear you have, Jauny boy. Hahahaha!

At that moment everyone turned to see what happened but they remained silent and with their mouths agape. Cardin was the only one still laughing with his eyes close. Jaune on the other hand, decided to be brave. He grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled them back up. He looked at everyone and said.

Jaune: I don't care what you all think. I am proud of my body.

Without ceasing to have his face held high, he made his way to the exit of the cafeteria. People just followed him with their eyes while Cardin was still laughing.

Jaune: *At the door* Good day

He leaves the cafeteria and closes the door behind him. At that moment Nora was the first to speak.

Nora: HOLY SHIT! TH-

Pyrrha: *Interrupts her* THAT'S A HUGE DICK!

And Pyrrha was second.

Then she realizes what she said, and she covers her mouth in shame. Showing only her face all red like a tomato. At the same time Cardin stopped laughing, confused by what he had just heard.

Cardin: Wait what?

[kyruskumiho27]

Warnings: none

Summary: Choso doesn’t know he’s falling in love

Kamo Choso does not know what love is. He doesn’t know how to love. He’s just learning how to behave like a human🙁

So many complex emotions he often forgets the names.

And you, he definitely can’t tell the difference between a crush and falling in love, much less what they are.

He doesn’t know why he gets this jittery feeling every-time he talks to you. Or why he just can’t seem to stop thinking about you. Why he savors your smiles, your laughs. He just can’t quite figure out why his face turns as red as a tomato when you compliment him.

Goes to Yuji in a panic, literally convinced that he’s coming down with something, only to be a little irritated when his brother laughs???Unbelievable😒.

Stares in confusion as his little brother explains all these emotions he’s feeling, telling him it’s normal.

Choso goes about his day normally until you show up. Whether it be a social gathering or you decided you wanted to hang out with him.

And eventually, when he barely understands what’s going on, acts like a complete mess. Cannot get a single word out without stuttering or blushing. Wtf???

Humans are just so hard😔😔 and human emotions?? Forget it.

[papercorgiworld]

A fine husband

Sebastian Sallow and you are professors at Hogwarts.

A little silly drama with a smutty ending! So beware!

Though Sebastian no longer uses dark spells he’s still very interested in the dark arts. His latest obsession was with a book written by one of Salazar Slytherin’s students. He had heard you talk about it to one of the other professors. He had asked you about it, but you immediately changed the subject.

“If you would simply share your knowledge. I wouldn’t have to do this.” He muttered to himself as he stood in front of your office door. “Alohomora.” He said and your door unlocked. He headed directly to the shelves filled with books and started scanning through them. Completely lost in all his curiosity he didn’t notice you walking in. You stared at the scene in front of you for a moment. Unbelievable. You knew exactly why he was here. He definitely was something.

You addressed him like you would a student. “Professor Sallow! What do you think you’re doing?” Your stern voice startled Sebastian. He quickly pretended to look like he was casually hanging around. He looked like a lost boy for a moment, but quickly returned to his smug self. “How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Sebastian.” You frowned rather annoyed. “Looking for something?” You asked as you walked past him and over to your desk. You laid a bundle of essays on your desk that you planned on grading, before you encountered Sebastian burgling. He watched you intently weighing his options.

As a student he would have lied his way out of this, but as a professor it was best to be honest. “I’m looking for the book you and Sharp were talking about yesterday.” You smiled. Suspicion confirmed, you thought. “I don’t have it.” You lied and Sebastian knew by the way you avoided eye contact. He got a little closer to your desk and smiled. “Are you sure?” He said rather suggestively and he waited for you to make eye contact with him. “Because I thought maybe we could trade.” You let out a laugh. “What could you possibly offer me?” You sounded rather arrogant, but you had more books and artifacts than any other professor. In addition to books and artifacts, you had also collected some of the most valuable plants and materials and whatever you didn’t have you could simply buy. Your Gringotts vault was well stocked.

“I heard you’re in need of a fine husband.” Sebastian blurred out. He had overheard in the three broomsticks that your last date failed. The people around you knew that you really wanted to get married and start a family. Everyone else your age already had a family of their own and here you were still buried in books like a student with no man in sight. However true, your mouth still dropped at what Sebastian had just said. Sebastian was a bit shocked by himself, but he couldn’t back down now. “I also heard you would like a child. I could… arrange that.” Sebastian’s face heated up a bit by the suggestion he had just made, but your face went full tomato.

“You are unbelievable! You are a child, Sallow! But definitely not the kind I’m looking for!” You grabbed a book that lay nearby and went over to him to violently smack him with it. Your yelling and your aggressiveness made Sebastian quickly back up towards the door. Before he could say anything else you slammed the door closed.

Sebastian looked around to see some students observing the scene with wide eyes. Two professors arguing that would be good gossip. Sebastian put on his professor's face and the students quickly made their way to class.

***

That evening in the great hall Sebastian couldn’t help but stare. Why did he suggest himself. Was he willing to trade himself for a book? No, that wasn’t it. You caught him staring and he quickly looked at his plate. His cheeks heated up like he was a love struck teenager. It was then that he realized that he had wanted to ask you out for quite some time. Never actually doing it might very well be the reason he did something as desperate and stupid as today. The things he had said surely ruined the possibility of you ever going out with him.

After dinner Sebastian had spent an hour pacing in his room. He had to apologize. What he had said was highly inappropriate. “She’s never going to forgive me.” He muttered to himself. “What have I done?” He sighed and let himself fall down in his armchair. “She’ll never forgive me.” He dropped his head back in desperation. His mind dwelled on all the nights he had spent thinking about being with you gently and intimately. “A child. I could… arrange that.” He again was talking to himself as he reached for a bottle of firewhiskey. He laughed at his own stupidity, playing the scene again and again, as he brought the glass to his lips. Before he took a sip a wise thought formed in his mind. I should apologize before I get drunk. With that thought he headed down the hall to your chambers.

You were intently staring at the book that lay at the cause of today’s incident. You replayed Sebastian’s words in your head. You were so angry with him. How could he joke about something so serious as your wish for love. Definitely since ‘he’ was the main reason you hadn’t found anyone. It was his fault you had fallen in love with him and his charming attitude. You huffed in anger at the hours you wasted thinking about him. Arrange me a child, you thought to yourself, what was he gonna do: steal a kid and hand it over to you? You continued sulking in your chair until there was a nock on the door.

You opened it and to your surprise there he stood with an awkward smile on his face. “Come trade yourself for that book?” You mocked him. You didn’t even give him a chance to answer as you simply turned to grab the book. “Here you go.” You huffed, avoiding all eye contact as you extended the book to him. You were harsher than he had expected. “I don’t want it.” Now you looked even more frustrated than before, but you did look at him. “Take it. I know you want it badly. Why else would you offer to be my ‘fine husband’?” You said annoyed and again avoided all eye contact as you gestured the book again. Now Sebastian was getting frustrated with you. Sure what he said was stupid, but you had to at least give him a chance to apologize. “I’m not here for the book. I’m here to apologize.” Your jaw clenched as you stared down your furniture. “It’s fine, Sallow. Just take the book.” You tried to sound stern, but your voice came out all shaky. Why always the last name, Sebastian’s frustration grew. “Sebastian.” He said and tried to search for your eyes. He sighed when you continued to avoid his gaze. At this you did look up, maybe you were overreacting. Your face relaxed and you forced a smile. “Please, just take it.”

You wanted him out of your room. You couldn’t even look at him. You didn’t want his stupid apologies. You wanted him to come true to his words and be your fine husband. The moment you saw him standing there with that apologizing smile and puppy eyes you had made your mind up: if you couldn’t have him then he couldn’t be anywhere near you.

Sebastian slightly opened his mouth. He was probably going to say something, but suddenly your lips were on his. He was shocked, but that didn’t stop him from softly kissing back. When you ended the kiss and saw his eyes open, you panicked. Immediately you reached for your wand laying nearby you. “Obli-“ Sebastian firmly wrapped his hand around yours, keeping you from waving your wand and casting obliviate. You were consumed by embarrassment and started to stutter. “You-you need to forget this. This. This never happened. I shouldn’t…” You fell quiet and slightly looked at Sebastian. Your eyes met his and they were filled with softness. He gently cupped your cheek, while still firmly holding onto your hand and wand. As he came closer you stumbled against a wall. Embarrassed and now also cornered as Sebastian leaned over you, you looked at him. His lips parted as he gently pressed his against yours. Never had you expected something so soft to come from Sebastian.

When you both parted Sebastian barely moved away from your face. His breath warming your already heated face. His eyes never leaving yours. “Please, don’t make me forget.” He begged with an endearing whisper. His hand slowly letting go of yours as he reached for your wand. You let him take it and he placed it on the table near you. He tossed the book you gave him onto a chair. Bringing all his focus to you. If it wasn’t for the wall that was supporting you, you would surely have lost balance under his gaze.

His arm next to you supported him while his other hand slowly made his way to your side. You looked at his messy hair and gentle face as he stared you down. When his hand gently rested on your hip he leaned in. As soon as your lips touched all rationality left the room. Your hand slipped to the back of his neck and he wrapped his arm around your lower back, pulling you against him. “y/n?” He wanted to ask something, but your name came out like a moan. “Yes. Sallow.” You said teasingly as you smiled against his lips. “I’m not a man of empty words.” He finally managed to say between kisses. “I would make a fine husband.” You pushed his chest to create some space between you two. He stared at you, adoring you, as you smiled your most beautiful smile while a giggle escaped your mouth.

“Prove it, Sallow.” You said as you moved slightly to close the door and then push Sebastian on your bed. His eyes never left yours as he loosened his tie, while his other hand was placed on your hip. You both roamed each other hungrily as you settled, seated onto his lap. Sebastian’s fingers dug deep in your skin as he held you as close as possible, but it still wasn’t enough. He reached for his wand in his back pocket, whispering a spell so soft you didn’t realize what it was until the buttons of your chemise loosed gently. Like nothing happened he reached for your breast. He looked at you pleased with what he had done. You quickly disregarded your shirt, allowing him to get rid of the last piece of clothing covering your breasts. Sebastian was hungry for you and was already moving his mouth towards your chest, when you stopped him gesturing that it was his turn to take off clothing. Annoyed by the interruption he tore a button and simply pulled his shirt over his head. Without looking where his clothing had landed he grabbed your breast again, while his mouth took in the other.

Your only response to what he was making you feel, was grinding against him with every move he made. With your skirt driven all the way up, your panties were the only thing covering pussy as you pushed yourself onto Sebastian’s hardening dick still tucked in his pants. You damned Sebastian as he took his sweet time with you. Your hand slowly moved from his chest to his abdomen to undo his pants, earning you a soft moan from Sebastian. Now it was your turn to take your sweet time with him. Gently stroking the head and using his precum to pump the little Sallow in his pants. His kisses became more sloppy and his breathing heaving as you entertained his dick in your hands. His arms around you pulled close and he kissed one of your breasts passionately.

“I want you.” His husky voice managed between groans and moans. “I need you.” He added with more hunger in his tone as his hands grabbed a hold of your ass. You let out a little squeak at his rough touch. You teased him with a slow kiss and no direct answer to his desire. Not a game Sebastian wanted to play as he reached for his wand once more. Suddenly, all the last bits of clothing were somewhere else in the room. You looked at him a little annoyed, an undressing spell, really cheap Sallow. Not that Sebastian would notice your annoyance as he was staring at your glinstering cunt with an amused smile. His thumb gently stroked your pussy and instinctively you moved to give him all the access he needed. As much as you enjoyed the circles he was drawing around your sensitive spot, you wanted more of him than just his fingers. “Sebastian, I’m wet. I’m ready for you.” Sebastian smirked, finally his first name rolled off your tongue. Not waiting for him, you reached for his cock letting it gently roam your entrance, teasing both yourself and Sebastian. “Y/n.” He breathed and he pushed his hips up to show his eagerness.

Giving in you lowered yourself, feeling how he filled you up. The feeling of him fully inside you made your stomach turn and twist. You placed your hand on his body to steady yourself. Sebastian reached for your hips to support you. His eyes observing your face to make sure you were alright. One hand reaching up towards your face putting a few strands of hair behind your ear. You gently started to move, but quickly adjusted and wanted more. As caring as Sebastian wanted to be, he couldn’t help falling back on the bed and taking in every sensation. You pleased yourself with riding him exactly like you wanted. When you came close to your orgasm you called for Sebastian in your moans. He immediately lifted himself from the bed and grabbed your hips, helping you keep a steady pace while you were losing all control over your body. You grabbed Sebastian’s biceps to steady yourself while your orgasm flooded you and he continued now mercilessly using you for his pleasure. Moments after, he spilled all of him inside of you. He allowed himself to fall on your bed once again, he embraced you as you fell with him.

You both lay on your bed, heartbeats racing and breathing heavily. Sebastian was the one to break the silence. “You called me Sebastian.” You laughed at how unbelievable this man was. “You would make a fine husband.” You said and smiled against his chest. Sebastian stroked your hair. “Yeah, I would… and as a matter of factly, I think you would be a most wonderful wife.”

[spicyclover]

Injured

Summary: Lance got hurt but is desperate to compete in the Bahrain Grand Prix. You strongly disagree and see that he’s struggling to recover.

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Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

“The year is starting well,” you think, slamming your apartment door. Despite his injury, Lance has decided to go for the grand prize, which severely handicaps him. You’ve spent a hell of a week between the hospital, the endless rehab sessions to get him over the edge so he can recover as soon as possible, and your crappy week at work. Got to say, arriving Sunday when he told you he was leaving for the grand prize, you got upset.

That’s why a big fight broke out, and he left the apartment with his suitcase and without a look, without a kiss, nothing. You can’t believe he will endanger his life or someone else’s to just drive a car. You like Formula One, but there are limits. He’s been unable to eat alone for a week. And now, he wants to race around a circuit for 57 laps. “Unbelievable!” Injuries do not heal in a day.

It pains you that he’s gone mad at you, and you're mad at him. Yet your ego is too strong for you to take the first step this time. You want to prove your point. His assistant wrote you when they arrived in Bahrain. 

You’re relieved to know he’s safe, but nipple as you are, you didn’t answer anything. Leaving a sight to his assistant, knowing full well that Lance asked him to do it. Still, he knows you won’t sleep unless he tells you he’s safe and on dry land. 

Wednesday arrives, and you are already exhausted. You no longer sleep, and your days at work are a nightmare. You’re in a terrible mood, with dark circles as big as the moon and eyes as red as a tomato.

You turn on the TV to watch the first days of media and see that Lance is just as tired as you. Tears are returning for the hundredth time today, and you can’t take it anymore. You begin to search for your favourite hoodie. It was one Lance offered you for your birthday with written in big “Mrs.Strulovitch.” Really cheesy, but you love it and wear it whenever you need comfort.

But you look everywhere, and it is nowhere to be found. You pick up your phone and click on Lance’s conversation to ask him where he is, but you hold back. You sigh loudly when you throw your cell out of your reach. You have only one desire, and it is that he speaks to you. Just a sign from him.

Thursday’s no better. You’re not even going to work because you don’t have the energy to do anything. You’re wondering how long Lance will last without talking to you, and you’re almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

You’ll only know how he’s doing through Aston Martin’s Instagram account. “It’s still serious that we got here.” You reload the page of your phone every thirty seconds hoping to get images of Lances that reach you. Free practices 1 and 2 have passed, and the car is at the front of the grid, which is incredible. Alonso does an exceptional job, but all you notice is that Lance has trouble with his hands. Being unable to hold his wheel correctly, in turn, is the worst.

At the end of his day, you finally decide to write to him. You ask him how he is and if his injury doesn’t hurt too much. You hesitate to tell him you miss him, but you do it anyway. After all, you’re taking the first step.

You’ve been waiting all day for an answer, but nothing. It’s Friday morning, and you pack up to join him in Bahrain. You take the first flight available. The whole flight, all you did was bite your fingernails at why he didn’t answer you and didn’t take the first step. “Does he still love me? Does he have anyone else?” This trip is torture. You only have one hurry to get here as soon as possible and clear things up with Lance.

You jump into a taxi and order him to take you to the circuit. You get the pass, which his assistant sent you the week before. You walk through the hospitals with determination, ignoring everyone who gets in your way. You trace to the green building.

You come in like a fury and head straight for Lance’s room. Nobody stops you, but they all know who you are. You open the door with a bang, but Lance is not there. You come back, look in the common air for a familiar face, and see his coach.

“Where is he?”

“Hello to you too, yes I’m fine and you?”

“I don’t have time for this,” you say, apologizing quickly.”Where is the idiot that happens to be my boyfriend?”

“He’s in the garage with the mechanics.” He sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. 

“Thank you.” You head out. 

“Y/n?” Yell his coach once again. You face him. “I don’t know what happened between you, but please, please, make him nicer.” 

You nod, and you go out. You get to the garage and see him in the distance. He talks to his team. All the anger you have accumulated since the beginning of the day fades away, and you look softer. You step towards him lightly.

You wait for him to finish talking and turn around so you can do the first thing that goes through your head. You slap him before kissing him in the mouth. All your frustration evaporates for real, and you slowly back away. Lance is shocked. Actually, you think he doesn’t even know it was you. 

He blinks several times, making big eyes.

“I hate being in a fight with you!”

“Y/n.”

“Like you didn’t even respond to my message last night! I was worried sick.”

“Y/n.”

“I know I was harsh on you, but you’re in pain, and I don’t want to see you like this.”

“Y/n.”

“I love you, okay? I don’t want my husband to injure himself more because of his stubbornness. I know I’m selfish when I ask you not to go, but something, Lance, you don’t always have to go.”

“Y/n.” He stroked your cheek softly. 

“I haven’t slept in five days. I just want to sleep, and I want to cuddle with you.” You take his hand and kiss his band-aid.

“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.”

“What?”

“Stop talking, he says, kissing you with passion. “I love you, but sometimes you speak too much” He chuckles, taking you to his driver's room. “I’m sorry I didn’t respond to you, but I could use my hands yesterday. I know I’m hurt, but we have a great car this year, and I can’t not be here.”

You sigh but embrace him. You’re happy to finally be in his arms and that he’s okay-ish. You don’t want him to compete, but he’ll do it anyway. 

“I don’t want us to fight like this anymore.”

“Me too. I love you, Y/n.” 

[mywritingonlyfans]

Adorable obsession. /// Graham Dunne X Reader.

prompt: he shows up to see you at every show possible of your band, until he take the courage to ask you out.

words: 1,1K.

warnings: none.

You were in the middle of a soundcheck with your band when you noticed a tall, lanky guy standing in the back of the room. He had a messy mop of brown curly hair and a slightly scruffy beard, but his bright blue eyes stood out against his clumsy appearance. He was watching you intently, and you couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under his gaze. You were sure that if one day from now someone asked him what you looked like, he'd know how to describe you in detail, in the most sinister way. 

 As you played through your set, you found yourself stealing glances at him as well. He wasn't like the other guys who came to your shows, who were mostly just there to drink and pick up girls. And how did you know that? Well, you've noticed him hidden in the audience more than once. There was something different about him, something quite genuine.

 After the show, you were packing up your gear when you saw him approaching you. "Hey, great set," he said, his voice a little nervous, eyes right at the floor. Still, like a gentleman, he helped you to keep everything. 

 "Thanks," you replied, trying to hide your surprise at his sudden appearance. As you pointed out, you'd expect to see him at the band's shows, and yes, you've actually gotten used to looking for him among people, but he was quiet and focused on his own shoes, you didn't think he'd talk to you.

 "I'm Graham," he said, extending a hand. His eyebrows arched, eyes finally on you, and you broke into a tiny smile.

 "Nice to meet you, Graham. I'm–."

 Interrupting you, in a rather adorable way, he was even polite to shut you up, quite unbelievable, and added that he knew your name. "I've been coming to your shows for a while now, y’know," Graham blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think you're an amazing keyboard player. And, uh, I think you're really cute too, if you allow me to say."

 You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your amusement. "Is that so?"

 "Yeah," Graham said, nodding eagerly. He understood her irony, but remained undaunted. "I was wonderin’ if you wanted to grab a drink or something sometime?"

 You couldn't help but smile at his earnestness. "Well, I don’t go out with fans," you said, reaching into your coat pocket and pulling it around your shoulders. You felt stupid, yet you couldn't trust every pretty face you saw in that business, let alone men.

 “Oh, sure, thing,” he became like a tomato, all lost in his feet. “Appears to be unethical, I understand.” And in a jolt of confidence, he went grinning with teeth and cute dimples showing, and this time, looking at you, he asked. "Wait, so you've noticed me here before?" He thought about adding that he was there for you, but besides that being too much, it would be something you obviously already knew.

 “Hm, maybe, I think,” you failed to sustain your character and ended up with hot cheeks and sweaty palms. He realized, consequently, the insecurity he had before you were gone. 

 Nervously, you reached into your pocket, pulling out a loose cigarette and fumbling for the lighter. He had spent countless hours daydreaming about how he could talk to you, organizing plans and possibilities in his head, which now seemed almost divine as he looked at you standing there in front of him. He suddenly remembered that he had a lighter, something he had only kept on him because he had imagined that if he ever talked to you, you might need it. He had also written his number on a clean napkin, with countless plans on how to use it, and now was the moment to put them into action.

 He came closer to you, feeling your scent engulf him completely, and lit the cigarette in between your fingers, he did make it extra, by holding your hand in his. It was not awkward; it felt quite natural, and he hoped you felt the same. He whispered a small "I've got you, honey," before walking away, leaving you feeling comforted by the lingering scent of mint that he had. Up close, his eyes were even bluer than you had thought, and you couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch his pretty curls.

 As you were lost in your thoughts, a laughing boy suddenly interrupted you. He had his hands in his pockets and seemed pleased to have found Graham with you, but he claimed he needed to take Graham away. You smiled politely, nodding at him sympathetically, and he did the same before leaving without another word.

 Left alone again, you felt a sense of loss creeping in that quickly replaced the comfort of Graham's presence that had been there before. You couldn't help but hope to see him at the next show.

 Still feeling haunted by the night, as soon as you got home, your heart picked up speed, and the adrenaline seemed to kick in again. In your pocket was a crumpled napkin, which you found yourself curious about even though you had almost thrown it away. As you read the blue ink on it, you smiled seeing Graham's number followed by a message, "For the most talented keyboard player with the most striking eyes I've ever seen, here's my number in case you want to give me a chance!" This time, you didn't resist, dialing his phone number as soon as you finished reading it. You barely let him speak before you said, "You have a date with me tomorrow. You better be there, Graham."

 His face lit up and it was like you could feel him through the call. He was actually smiling, jumping up and down with the phone in his hand as Camila and Warren cheered for him. You could hear everything and he didn't care, it was how he genuinely felt. "Yeah, tomorrow works great. Just give me the name of the place and I’ll be there waiting for you, my girl." You laughed at that, warming his chest up.

 As the call broke apart, you couldn't help but feel a little giddy. There was something about Graham that was different from anyone else you had ever met, you could be wrong, but you had to get to explore it. You couldn't wait to get to know him better.

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i have a fanfic with karen posted, it's on my blog in case you're interested in reading it!

[teriuss]

hello, i love ur writing so muchh! do u mind if i request about buster bros with reader that easily flustered? thank you!

thank you, love! that sounds so cute 🥺🥺🩵

Buster Bros!!! x Easily Flustered Reader

cw: slightly suggestive in jiro's part

Ichiro

It's what attracted him to you. He loved how easy it was to turn you red from something as simple as him running his hand through your hair.

Calls you Anpan-chan when you blush, because of how red your cheeks and nose get. (damn otaku)

He loves PDA, but understands it can sometimes be difficult with how embarrassing it is for you. That won't stop him from innocently holding your hand to make you trip over yourself hehe.

He writes music for you. It's always so sappy and cute, it makes you turn into a puddle of emotions.

The time he was as flustered as you was your first kiss. He took you on a date to a small cafe, one that had your favourite pastries. He had called beforehand to ask the staff to draw a heart on your food, and when it was brought out, Ichiro was covering half his face in embarrassment. You sat there in awe, not knowing what to do but stare at him. Your face felt so hot and no words could form.

"I, um, wanted to take you out today to tell you that I love you..."

He reaches over and kisses you softly. You're quietly screaming in the kiss, it was so cute, so romantic. But everyone who was in the cafe was watching!! It felt like a cloud of steam was about to come out of you. You pulled away to see he was the same.

Jiro

Does anything and everything to embarrass you.

Hand holding, sneaky kisses, laying an arm around you. All in public, by the way. You punched him when he brought you home.

"Haha, but you're so cute when you're shy..!"

He's very romantic in private, much to your torture. He kisses the knuckles on your hands with a tenderness you can tell he only reserves for you.

When this happens, it's so hard to look him in the eye. It's almost unbelievable that someone from Buster Bros! holds so much love in his heart for you! You hide your face in your hands.

He's still holding your hands, though. He's able to easily move them away and plant a sweet kiss on your face.

One time, you walked in on him watching an ero anime. You couldn't look him in the eye for days. What is up with that!

He ended up doing things to make you unable to talk to him without stuttering.

Saburo

Oh you think you're easily flustered? Check this out.

Who confessed first? Probably you.

You two barely spoke, so when you left a letter asking to meet after school in his desk, he had no idea it was going to be you.

The confession was an absolute disaster. No one could look each other in the eyes, someone tripped. Lots of uh's and um's. But it was perfect anyways. He accepted.

You two text more than you call, which works for both of you. Everything is new and embarrassing.

The first time he held your hand was when he walked you home for the first time. Your hand was sweaty, his was cold. So, so gross. But it was magical.

He began to hold your hand more often, which had your face a tomato the whole time. You so badly wanted to kiss him, but you were so flustered just having his hand touch yours. What would happen if his lips did? You might die!

Well, you didn't die. It was awkward, though. Your first kiss had too much teeth. But it was so you. You both were identical in redness and stammering madly.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of both Worlds (part 1)

Tw: yandere oc guy, but i dont think this chapter shown that yet, but readers a fuckin stalker loser this time, university horrors

Okay guys so this story im literally pitting Yves and Montgomery together, gonna be a little slow burn but we r gonna get 2 da conflict like eventually

Also da settting in university cuase its da most relevant 2 me 💯

Enjouy

PART 2

He's so beautiful and ethereal. The man has been plaguing your mind for the entire week, you're being distracted from your assignments just because of this unbelievably gorgeous man with silky, long hair and dressed to the tens.

You grinded your teeth and scratched your skin, you know where he frequents. The university's library. And you obviously want to get closer to him after he caught you from falling. You slipped on a sheet of paper that you dropped and this mysterious stranger was there to catch you by the waist before your body could make any devastating impact. Unfortunately, your stacks of textbooks and other miscellaneous documents were scattered to the ground.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice was smooth and pleasant with a unique, suave accent to it.

You were reduced to a nervous, stuttery mess. He gently brought you back up to your feet, he helped you gather your things and even arranged it by size and weight, so that it would be less likely for it to topple over. The man took a further step to smoothen the frizzles of your hair, fix your collar and sleeves. He even zipped your backpack up, you were unaware that it was open in the first place, adding to your embarrassment. You couldn't really push him away because your arms are occupied with your belongings.

It was hard to look into those stunning emerald eyes without flustering yourself even further, so you looked away while you stammered a "thanks" to him.

"Be careful." He said as he tilted your head by the chin to make direct eye contact. You know that you're as red as a tomato, but he didn't comment on it. The man lets you go before walking away, he fixed the handles of his luxury bag on his shoulder. Luscious curls bouncing with every step.

You felt like you wanted to explode right there and then, it took you a while to regain composure, other university personnel wondering why you're just standing in the middle of the path like that. Aren't you tired of holding all that stuff? It looked heavy.

You were snapped back into your senses when someone who you assumed had a bad day, told you to get out of the way. You scurried along the traffic, having the incident fresh in your mind.

You wonder who that man is, a student? A professor? A staff member?

You came to know that he's in the library for a few hours every weekday afternoons. He doesn't have a particular spot, the mystique spontaneously appears in random but fairly secluded reading spots in the library.

You felt like a stalker, but that's what you are. Too shy and afraid to talk to him, yet content with watching from afar. His ears are covered by his hair, so you don't know if he had any earbuds in. Fuelling your hesitance to make any contact first.

He could be reading a thick novel, handwriting something down on his notebook, or he could be typing away on his sleek, black laptop. In either instances, you have no idea what he's doing, it's either in a foreign language, full of numbers or completely made up of technical jargon.

You don't know why you're doing this instead of studying for your midterms. You're never like this to any of your crushes, not this obsessive over a real person, so why now? What compelled you to become this... creep? It's like you can't stop. You're scared of rejection but you can't get rid of the butterflies in your stomach.

You had no one to talk to about it because university is a very lonely place. At least, for personality types like you. You didn't want to bother your other friends, they have their own problems to worry about.

It reaches a point that you tried following him out of the library, wondering where he will go next. Before you could step past the automatic sliding doors, you looked at the book in your hand.

'Wait a minute, this is fucked up.' You thought to yourself. This isn't like you, exams are in spitting distance and you're subjecting this poor person to this harassment just because of a singular interaction.

You made a 180⁰ turn and marched back to your all-time favourite seat. Which happened to be occupied by the stranger earlier, maybe that made you a little peeved because you "claimed" it first at the start of the year. But he took it for the day.

To your surprise, there lies his notebook on the ground. He must have accidentally left it. You picked it up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then you flipped through it.

You were blasted with numericals, diagrams, words you weren't sure if it was written in English or otherwise and even floorplans of a building of some sort. You couldn't understand anything.

"Excuse me."

You whipped your head to the whisper. It was him! Your blood ran cold as he caught you snooping through his item. You opened your mouth, but no sound came out.

You struggled to form a coherent sentence as you pointed at it, you're done for, you're going to be confirmed a creep. But he only watched you with the utmost patience.

There came a point where you gave up, placed the closed book on the table and pushed it towards him.

Luckily though, you didn't have to say another word.

"You found my notebook. How careless of me to have dropped it." He pulled a chair opposite of you and sat down. You watch him place his handbag on another chair.

He elegantly picked the journal up and slid it into his bag. You were sweating at this point, the dread is about to make you vomit on him and that's not great. You wished that he would go away now, but seeing that he's locked onto his seat, it's highly unlikely.

You prayed hard for it though, he finished his business for the day. There shouldn't be any reason for him to linger.

"Thank you for keeping it safe. I hope you found whatever it is you were seeking from me." He continued, crossing his legs and resting his hands on the table.

What.

You asked what he meant by that.

A teasing smile made its way to his rouge lips.

"You were watching me." You grew pale and you scrambled to explain yourself, but he raised his index finger to signal you to let him continue.

"Your tact could be improved upon; I could see you trying to hide behind the shelves, I could hear you mumbling to yourself, and you shouldn't think so lowly of yourself." He propped his head up on one elbow.

Your cheeks felt hot. That is true, you were berating yourself for being too wimpy to go ahead and talk to him. You just didn't think you were that loud.

"I would have enjoyed having a chat with you. I wouldn't have thought that you were-- and in your own words, a 'creepy, loser-freak'."

Oh. He heard that too. You wish that you could disappear this instant.

"I'm flattered that you thought highly of me. However, I was disappointed that you thought that I was intimidating." He pouted playfully. "I won't bite." He twirls a lock of his hair around his fingers.

Your nerves are frazzled as he leans in. You didn't know what to say or what to do. He seemingly picks up on that and continues leading the conversation.

"Let's start with names. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." You felt his shoe brush against your leg.

You almost forgot your own name as you watch the bead of sweat drip down your nose in horror. He must think you're a stinky slob.

But all he does is stare straight into your soul while drumming his fingers against the table.

You told him your name, with a severe stutter. Each passing second felt like a serrated knife slicing through your flesh.

He repeated it, syllables rolling through his tongue wonderfully. He pronounced it correctly on the first try despite your cripplingly anxious enunciation.

"Yves." He replied. Finally, you have his name. You're totally not going to use that to dig for more information on him.

"You have a beautiful name." He complimented.

You nervously returned the compliment and let out an awkward laugh. Trying your best to ignore the growing sweat stain between your pits.

"How charming of you, (name)." He stood up and pushed his chair back under the table. Yves collected his bag and turned his attention back to you.

"I'd love to talk longer, but I must go now. I believe you have an exam to prepare for. Best begin your revision now, I hope our brief conversation has helped to quell your worries."

...and you mumbled that part about yourself too. It's pretty safe to assume he heard all your thoughts.

Yves extended a manicured hand to you. Taking this as a clear request for a handshake, you accepted it.

Only for him to bring it up to his lips, tenderly and fleetingly kissing your knuckles. This entire time, his piercing gaze never left your eyes.

You wanted to claw yourself out of your flesh and die out of embarrassment.

"Study well."

He lets your hand down and presses it momentarily with his larger ones.

You watched him saunter away with his back turned against you.

You brought the back of your palm to your sight.

There is a faint, reddish tint on it. It must have been from his lipstick.

You're not sure if you ever want to wash your hand after this.

[tomatoclown]

showed my therapist a picture of me in a Halloween party and she went “oh and what are you dressed as?” and I said “ice pick joe from goncharov :)” to WHICH SHE REPLIED “yeah of course you are” 😭😭😭

[romance-lover77]

Newt Scamander x Fem Muggle Reader Part 6

Warning: Smut +18, Low self esteem talk, Cursing

Plot: You finally have no doubts about Newt’s love for you but someone unexpected shows up

Your POV

Sometimes I wondered why Newt chose me. Out of all the beautiful women out there he had to choose me. The plain unattractive muggle woman. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, wondering how he can sleep with this. Wondering how he can kiss my lips, how he can caress my skin, how he can caress my curves…… Wondering how he can look at me straight in the eyes and tell me “I love you”……

Your eyes opened and you appeared to be standing in front of a type of jail cell. It looked like an old dungeon, it was cold and slightly dark. The air was humid and even the tiniest sound could make an echo. Tina appeared abruptly beside you and she appeared to be enraged.

“How could you Y/N! It’s all your fault! You b***h! Because of you Newt is going to Azkaban!”

You didn’t know what was happening, why Tina was fuming and was shouting at your face. Until you saw on the other side, that Newt was chained up and looking miserable.

Your eyes widened by the shock and you started shaking your head no. Not believing that this was happening. Tears were forming in your eyes and then Tina said “If I were his woman, he wouldn’t be in this mess. If I were a simple muggle, I would have turned myself in because that’s how much I love him. But you couldn’t even do that. You coward, Coward! Coward! Coward! COWARD!!!!!!”

You opened your eyes, desperately gasping for air. You jolted up, and took deep breaths,trying to breathe normally again. Your body was so damp by how much you were sweating. Finally when you could catch your breath, you gazed at the room, and realized that it was just a dream, a horrible dreadful dream.

You then look at your right side and see Newt peacefully sleeping. Oh goodness he was so damn handsome even without trying. His breathing was so calm and soothing that you could hear it all night without getting tired of it. Newt's eyes opened abruptly and he caught you staring at him. He was groggy and sat up now facing you

“Love what’s that matter, why are you awake?”.

You didn’t want to tell him about your dream so you lied. “I’m sorry honey, my back is hurting that’s all and I can’t find a comfortable position. So Newt honey just go back to sleep.” You stare at him, hoping that he will shrug it off and fall back to sleep. But he didn’t and he gazed at you which made you anxious by the way he was doing it. “Newt, are you okay?”

He then wraps his arms around your body and he lays his face on your breasts. That startled you and a small squeak escaped your lips. “Newt what are you doing!?”

He then looks up at you with such hungry eyes. “Let me help you with your back pain, love. You have no idea how much I miss your body”. Then there was an unexpected visitor. On your thigh you could sense his erection through his pajama pants. Your eyes widened and your whole face turned deep red just like a tomato. “Newt we can’t, remember the children are here”. Newt didn’t listen at all because he was now kissing your neck and it felt unbelievably good that you let out a noise of pleasure while your eyes were closed.

You start patting his arm hoping that he would stop but part of you didn’t want it to stop. “Mmm Newt….mmm Newt stop it… We can’t do it mmm here”. Again Newt was so determined and he was now kissing your breasts… that hit the target. You could feel that your vagina was starting to get wet and was getting ready to welcome Newt’s member.

You abruptly seize Newt’s startled face and you smash your lips against his. Both tongues having a sword fight and moans coming from both of your mouths. Finally after a minute the kiss ended and both of you were gasping for air. Newt stares into your eyes, those sweet dazzling eyes and he couldn’t look anywhere else. “y/n you are a witch because you have enchanted me, I can’t look at any other woman but you”. His hands were rubbing your hips up and down motion.

Those words made an arrow go through your heart, making it skip a beat. You too staring intensely into his green emarald crystal like eyes.“Newt I love you… and I want you to fuck me as hard as you can”.

The next thing you know, Newt rapidly took you to the lavatory/bathroom and took out his wand from his wand pocket in his pajamas, to cast the locking charm and the Muffliato charm. “Colloportus…. Muffliato”.

The door automatically locked by itself and straightaway Newt was unbuttoning your nightgown and helped you strip off,even your undergarments. He had also removed all of his clothes and both of you were nude. Newt instantly was slurping on your nipples, feeling his tongue twirling around them.

“Oh that feels nice” you said with your eyes closed but you wanted to surprise him. You then lifted his face and Newt was confused on what you were doing. You then kneel to the ground and grab his big erected member and you place it inside your mouth. You start to suck it, in and out. Newt was flabbergasted, because you have never acted this naughty and he let out a whimper of pleasure. “Mmm fuck….”. You started going deeper, and sucking it harder that it almost made you choke. Newt arched his head back and was moaning louder now. “ Merlin’s beard fuck! Ah!”. He grasped your head and was thrusting inside your mouth faster by the second. He was moaning uncontrollably more than ever, “AH! FUCK! ahhhh……I’m close!”. The thrusting became faster and was about to make you choke until he finally came. “AHHH! I’m gonna cum!!! FUCK!!…..”

He let out a groan and all the semen spurted into your mouth and it tasted salty. You swallowed it and Newt felt embarrassed about what he had done. He kneeled down next to you and cupped your face “Love i’m so sorry I couldn’t control myself”. You just smile and cup his face as well “Newt I wanted to, you are always the one making me feel good and this time I wanted to be the one to make you feel good, you deserve it”.

Newt felt butterflies in his stomach, thinking that he totally didn’t deserve you while you thought that you didn’t deserve him. He smiled and initiated a kiss, your tongues fighting more than ever. His member was erected again, then you were startled when you felt Newt’s fingers rubbing on your clit and a muffled moan escaped out of your mouth.

Newt separates from the kiss and once again, those hungry eyes appear but this time they seemed different, more hungry. “I’m not done yet, I want to pound into that pussy of yours until you can’t walk

anymore”

side note: after childbirth it’s not recommended to have sex until months later because the vagina tore during the birth. So Newt gave you a potion to heal it up immediately

Newt then grabs your body and turns you around. The front of your body and face were facing against the wall. You grabbed hold of the wall because you knew what was coming next was going to be a rollercoaster. Newt grabbed his member and was positioning it, and he slid into you with a lot of force. Both of you let out a moan of pleasure and Newt grabs hold of your breasts, massaging them. He nuzzles his nose on your neck and then starts moving. The pace was slow at first but little by little Newt started thrusting faster and Your skin smacking each other.

You were moaning uncontrollably but you wanted more of his dick. “Fuck! I want you to fuck me harder! Ah!!”

Newt didn’t hesitate to oblige. You weren’t the only one moaning uncontrollably, Newt couldn’t get a hold of himself. Your pussy felt so damn good, “AH! I love you Y/N! Fuck you feel so damn good!”. Newt was panting hard on your neck and was kissing it. Then Newt went inside deeper and he was hitting your G-spot. You let out a yelp of pleasure “OH MY GOSH! THAT’S IT!”

Newt thrusted aggressively and both of you were so close to cumming. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you arched your head. All this felt like heaven and finally your walls were closing up. You were cumming and let out one final moan “MMM!!!!” Newt cummed right after you “FUCK!!!! AHHhhh’”

Newt panted hard on your neck and both of you were catching your breath. Both of you really needed this, to feel each other’s love for one another, and become one. Newt wrapped his arms around your waist from the back and he was nuzzling your cheek.

“y/n I swear with all my heart, my soul even, that I love you. I would die for you my love. It hurts me that you don’t believe me”.

You began to remember the dream that you had forgotten almost an hour ago. Just thinking about it made it hard to breathe because part of you believed that it was true. That you are a cowardly, useless and ugly muggle woman. That you can’t even protect Newt, that he is the one risking for you and you are being a big burden just because you were born a muggle.

There was a knot in your throat because you were almost close to shedding tears but you sucked it up and took a deep breath.

“Does part of you wish that I was born a witch?”

You felt Newt’s hands clutch harder around your waist and turned you around. Staring intensely in your eyes with a frown on his face.

“I love you!, muggle or not, merlin’s beard! can’t you understand that!”

Newt had raised his voice and that shocked you because he has never raised his voice like that to you ever and it hit a trigger. You were now weeping and your hands were over your face.

“I’m sorry I just h-hate feeling useless to you, feeling like a burden to you. Like everything is my fault”.

Newt removed your hands from your face and cupped it but you didn’t dare look at him.

“Love please don’t cry, I hate seeing you cry. You aren’t a burden. You are one of the bravest and strongest women I know. Even witches aren't as amazing as you”.

You finally look at him and see his beautiful light green crystal eyes. “Even if I'm plumpy, I have big eye bags, frizzy hair, and not a perfect face, because let me remind you. Tina has a skinny beauty standard figure, beautiful eyes, a nice jawline, silky hair, and more I bet.”

Newt just smiled with devilish eyes and placed his hands on your hips. rubbing up and down,Hips to thighs.

“If i’m being honest I like you plumpy more than how you were before. Your body never fails to turn me on and no matter how your hair and face looks to me I just see beauty. But listen, love, looks aren’t everything, because I also fell in love with your personality, I fell in love with who you are. When I was with Tina I didn’t know what real love felt like until I met you, I will say it once again. You muggle woman, have enchanted me”.

Your heart was beating rapidly with so much force, and feeling the heat rise onto your cheeks. You were speechless and all your worries had gone away. You had no more doubts or worries. You smiled and now it was your turn to cup his face.

“I'm sorry for doubting, I love you Newt”.

Newt grins and kisses your forehead

“Let’s go wash up and rest”

You and Newt were now in bed sleeping peacefully. Newt big spooning you and both of your breathing following a soothing rhythm. Until abruptly you felt a furry hand touch your face which startled you, opening your eyes rapidly and almost screamed in panic. But then you calmed down when you saw that it was a cat. You didn’t think much of it and were about to go back to sleep until you jerk up leaving Newt’s arms but he was so deep asleep. You jerked up because you started thinking clearly and asking yourself how a cat got in here.

The cat was just staring and you asked “kitty how did you get in here?” obviously not expecting an answer back but the cat answered back

“By the window”. Your eyes widened and you became paralyzed with fear.

“You didn’t just talk to me…”

The cat was getting impatient and furrowed its eyes. “Yes I did, I’m-“

“Oh my goodness am I going crazy, that must be it”.

You literally couldn’t believe that a cat was talking and started slapping your face in hope that it was all a dream. Until the cat screamed “Idiot! It’s me Tina!, I’m in animagus form!”.

Tina then covered her mouth with both paws because she didn’t intend to wake up Newt or the children but luckily they didn’t. They were in deep sleep and especially Newt because the love making took a toll on him. Once again your eyes widened in shock not expecting Tina to be here and especially being a cat.

“Tina!?”

Tina hushed you “shhh don’t talk so loud, meet me outside I need to talk to you”. Then Tina ran out of the window that you hadn’t noticed that was opened before. After Tina left you instantly went to close the window.

You went into deep thinking, wondering what Tina wanted to talk about. Your gut felt weird and your stomach started to turn. You had a bad feeling about this because why would Tina want to speak with you at these hours of the night. This wasn’t good at all and you were scared but you had to know what Tina wanted. So you swiftly put on a warm coat and slippers and went outside. Of course to go outside you had to go through the living room where Theasus was sleeping so you tippytoed. You opened the door to reveal the outside where Tina was waiting. She was now in normal human form. You quietly close the door behind you and face Tina.

“Um Hello Tina what brings you here?” you said agitated

Tina didn’t look pleased “ let’s cut to the chase, i’m here because I want you to turn yourself in”.

To be continued…

[cherriesncinnamon]

ethan landry headcanons

synopsis: ethan landry headcanons, both sfw & nsfw.

warnings/tags: sexual themes, scream vi spoilers, fem!reader.

a/n: disclaimer, these are just my opinions on what i think ethan would be like irl, don't come for me!!

sfw:

⪩⪨ he loves holding you close when you’re sleeping, wrapping his arms around your body.

⪩⪨ he CANNOT for the life of him keep his hands off of you, in private and in public.

⪩⪨ his favourite meal is spaghetti with tomato sauce, and he tells you that the way you make it is the best, he's definitely biased but you appreciate it anyways.

⪩⪨ after a long day, he wants nothing more than to curl up on the couch and watch movies with you, he’ll watch anything, even the corny chick-flicks you love so much, just as long as he’s spending time with you.

⪩⪨ he always waits outside your classes, standing patiently at the door and greeting you with a kiss like he hasn’t seen you in weeks. 

⪩⪨ ethan’s a very jealous person, and becomes filled with anger when he sees you talking to other men, when he knows it’s purely platonic.

⪩⪨ his favourite feature of yours are your eyes (cliche, i know), he gets utterly lost in thought when you gaze at him. 

⪩⪨ he hates it when you criticise yourself, and yells at you to quit it. he truly views you as the most beautiful angel he’s ever seen, you never believe him.

⪩⪨ whenever you feel unsafe, he immediately comes to your apartment to stay with you, determined to protect you even if it means harming himself (me when i pretend i’m not the killer). 

nsfw:

⪩⪨ ethan was a virgin before he met you, as were you, so you both learned a lot from one another.

⪩⪨ since you’re the sole person he’s been with, he’s become somewhat attached, and doesn’t think anyone could make him feel as good as you do.

⪩⪨ he struggles to stop the blood rushing straight to his cock when you do anything inherently sexual, sometimes you do it on purpose to watch his face burn with embarrassment.

⪩⪨ he’s a switch, split 50/50, depending on his mood. you love both sides of him, and it’s never the same routine, which excites you. 

⪩⪨ when he’s submissive, he’s willing to let you do anything to him, completely at your mercy, whimpering and grunting at the euphoria you’re giving him. 

⪩⪨ when he’s dominant, he’s more driven, and you’ve never seen him so serious. he’s typically like this after a difficult day, or following a jealous rage at your behaviour. he does all the work, towering over your frame, and slowly fucking you to drag out the pretty moans he’s so desperate to hear. 

⪩⪨ his favourite part of your body (in a sexual sense) is by far your hips. he loves nothing more than to squeeze the flesh for support when he’s thrusting into you, leaving blush bruises where he once held you.

⪩⪨ you frequently ask him to join you in the shower, and he never jumps up to your aid so quick. you innocently lather each other with soap, fingertips trailing every curve and inch of skin on your bodies. every single time you’ve done this, it’s ended with sex, him bending you over the sink, hands against the wall and bodies dripping with water.

⪩⪨ his favourite position is definitely good ol’ missionary. it’s the position you both lost your virginities in, so he’s become devoted, especially because it’s still you. he loves it when you tangle your legs around his waist, hands snaked around his neck, pulling softly at his curls.

⪩⪨ ethan enjoys eating your pussy the most, he is obsessed with pleasing you. after giving him a few pointers, he’s gotten unbelievably good at it. you love when you orgasm on his tongue, and look down at his pretty smile against your core as he finishes you off.

⪩⪨ there have been multiple occasions where you have had pregnancy scares, probably because of the lack of protection in the heat of the hormone filled outbursts. ethan tries his best to calm you down, but truthfully he’s masking his own anxiety to comfort you. it’s gotten so bad that you’ve had to commit to the pill, much to ethan’s delight now that he can finish inside of you without the added fear.

[ongreenergrasses]

Ten Characters/Ten Fandoms/Ten Tags

tagged by @anosrepasi forever ago to do this one and it of course got buried, thank you for tagging me 💜 most of these aren’t really fandoms just different source media but whatever

1. Nile Freeman (The Old Guard). like does it surprise anyone she’s at the top of this list? idk. she is so brilliant because her flaws are also her strengths, and that’s how the world works but that’s really exemplified in her i feel. my beloved main character 💖 i miss her and i love that I’ve been writing her more with these prompt fills!

2. Leia Organa (Star Wars). what can i say. firmly believe she’s a candidate for character of all time. it bothers me when people make it so that women Have To Be Tough but she’s so, so tough and she has such an incredibly shit hand and she’s a princess and she’s constantly making wisecracks and she was kind of who i wanted to be as a kid when i wasn’t pretending to be Darth Vader

3. Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games). also should not be a surprise if you’ve seen my blog recently but i do love her because she is just so. she is so many things but she is just so clueless. and I really do love that because if there’s one thing I remember about being 16-17 it’s how unbelievably self centered and clueless i was despite thinking otherwise.

4. Daisy Jones (Daisy Jones and the Six). there’s a lot of put together people on this list and she’s definitely not that and neither am i. she feels music so very deeply that it’s part of her like i do and she also has absolute dogshit taste in men like i do. she’s selfish she’s constantly trying to feel something she’s deeply artistic and deeply flawed and imo she’s probably one of the most interesting characters on this list

5. Jackie (Love Lies Bleeding). she is the toxic bisexual representation we all need and deserve!!! she makes things right she gets revenge on the people that have wronged the woman she loves she laughs and smiles she’s a hitchhiker motivated deeply by her dream and she’s a fucking body builder. she nearly had it all until she started murdering people and honestly good for her anyway

6. Iris West (The Flash). she’s just so cool, she’s a journalist! she’s a superhero! she’s kind and caring and her family’s moral compass and her family’s motivator and honestly her family’s rock and I will absolutely never get over how dirty the CW did her and Candice Patton. completely reprehensible shit.

7. Joan Watson (Elementary). there’s constantly talk about the best Sherlock Holmes adaptation blah blah etc etc but she is hands down the best Watson i think we will ever get. she nails the indulgent supportive exasperation of the character perfectly and the energy and individuality she brings to a character that is so infamous is something really special. i also genuinely love the questions she asks idk i think she just asks really very good questions and that’s exactly what you need in a Watson!

8. Idgie Threadgoode (Fried Green Tomatoes). i am deeply deeply in love with this book. i recently reread it and idk what was going on with me mentally before where i wasn’t obsessed with it but i am now and she has moved into my brain full time. she is so passionate and so fearless and feels everything so deeply and makes the life she wants for herself despite enormous societal obstacles and she is so very very loved.

9. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde). what can i even say that hasn’t been said probably more eloquently. one of the things i love about her most is that she’s a perfect example of how there’s no such thing as useless knowledge. everything you know is valuable and worthwhile and useful and everything you love and care about will someday come to help you when you need it. i’ve thought about becoming a lawyer for a while now but if i actually go through with it it’s down to her!!!

10. Louise Banks (Arrival). obviously Arrival is one of my favorite movies but the reason she’s on this list is because she makes the absolutely insane and incredibly brave choice that she wouldn’t change anything. she knows the future she knows what will happen she knows the devastation awaiting her and she makes the conscious decision not to try and avoid or fight that, but to welcome that. and that is one of the most metal fucking things i’ve ever seen.

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Brain Curd #133

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

“Alright candidates, your next challenge is an oldie but a goodie. The situation is this: ‘West Dakota’ has seceded from the Union and you must find some way to bring them back. President Trump, your handicaps from the previous rounds are still in effect.”

Trump stood at his podium wearing a kennel cone on his neck, his left hand tied behind his back. “This is an unbelievable humiliation, folks.”

“And the same is true for you, too, President Biden.”

Joe had a very long dowel attached to a hard hat strapped to his head, precariously balanced on top of which was a bowl of Corn Pops - with milk. “I can take it, Jack. Bring on the fire.”

The host, whose name was not ‘Jack’, but rather Alton Brown, clapped his hands. “Your time starts… now!”

Trump limped to his replica of the Oval Office, trying not to think about the rock in his shoe, and sat at the desk. He immediately picked up the phone. “Get me the governor of West Dakota!”

Biden sat at his own replica - slowly so as not to spill the cereal - and hit the intercom button. “Jill, can you send in my diplomatic advisors?”

“What do you mean he’s not picking up?” Trump fumed. “No, no, that’s an excuse! You’re fired!”

Biden and his advisors discussed options quietly. As a reflex, he nodded at what one of them said, which of course spilled milk on the desk. As per the rules, he had to clean it up before continuing, so Kamala brought him a roll of paper towels.

“Hand it to the other guy then! What do you mean there is no other guy?” Trump looked over at Biden’s Oval Office and saw that they were making progress. He growled and got up from his chair, stumbling around looking for something. “Aha! Take that, Sleepy Joe! I found a sabotage chip!”

Alton addressed the camera. “I will take this opportunity to remind the American people that a sabotage chip can be redeemed for a surprise inconvenience to inflict on his opponent.”

“Host man! Host man! Mr. host man!” Trump waved the chip around in the air. “I want Joe to have to do a crossword puzzle!”

Alton took the chip from Trump’s greasy hand. “Pleasure making a deal with you, sir. President Biden, before you continue, you must complete today’s New York Times crossword.”

A production assistant placed the newspaper and a pencil in front of the octogenarian.

“Oh, hell. I can barely read this…”

“Ha! Take that, grandpa!” Trump said moments before throwing out his back and yelping as he fell to the floor.

Biden put on his reading glasses. “What in God’s name is a six letter word for tomato?”

Alton made an aside to the audience as he washed his hands. “This is actually not the New York Times crossword, but rather a prank puzzle cooked up by our writers. Some questions are so easy, they’re hard not to overthink.”

Trump crawled back into his chair and picked the phone back up. “I want to talk to my war guys. The war guys! You know what I mean! They’re genius at war - those guys! Almost as smart as me. Get them on the phone!”

Biden chewed on the eraser end of his pencil as he looked over all the clues. His head tilted forward a bit and the bowl spilled more milk.

Trump pulled a sheet of paper from his desk and began reading the numbers from it to the person at the other end of the phone. “I’m in charge so don’t argue with me, okay? Okay. What? I can’t hear so good from this ear after a few weeks ago…”

“Candidates, you have two minutes remaining on the clock.”

Trump smirked and leaned back in his chair. “I’m done!”

Alton looked at him, puzzled. “But you haven’t even talked to the governor yet.”

“I think he’ll get the message.”

An emergency alert siren played over the studio intercom. “This is not a test. Nuclear arms have been deployed against territory of the United States.”

“What?!?” Alton shook the PA. “Is that real?!?”

“I don’t think that’s one of our recordings…”

“How was he able to do that? He’s not even President right now!”

Trump wore a shit-eating grin. “I’m just that good, Mr. host man.”

Biden was deep in thought. “Tomato… tomato…”

Alton thought of how he might never see his family again. A deep wave of sadness, anger, and confusion crashed over him, eroding everything away but his TV persona. He turned to the camera.

“This has been the first ever - and I suppose, last ever - Cutthroat Debate Stage. Thank you for tuning in. So long, America.”

The feed went black.

Thanks to @charlesoberonn for the, uh, "prompt," and shout-out to @wilty-lettuce-brain for encouraging me.