#wc: 453

[oraltraditionfiction]

We listen and we don’t judge | QH43

Quinn Hughes x f! reader (fluff)

Summary: You and Quinn do the We Listen and We Don't Judge challenge.

WC: 453

Author's Note: Tbh we're not really on tiktok, but we thought this was a cute idea!! This is my first ever fic/blurb/piece of fanfiction so I would love to hear any feedback :-) Enjoy! - 🐇

You set the camera up on the kitchen counter, swiping under your eyes before backing up to Quinn. 

“Ok! Are we ready?” You say, clapping your hands together. Quinn nods, arms slung around you and an indulgent smile on his face. 

“This is the weird habits thing from TikTok, right?”

You nod, laughing, as you lean forward and press play.

“We listen and we don’t judge!” You say as you spread your hands theatrically, Quinn only jumping in halfway through the sentence.

You side eye the man next to you, leaning in close to the camera, “Sometimes,” a conspiratorial whisper, “I cheer for the Bruins when you aren’t home.”

Quinn drops his arms from around you, and turns towards you wide eyed, “Babe, that’s practically treason… they’ll kill you…” you laugh and shove him lightly, a finger in front of your mouth to mime secrecy. 

“Ok your turn!” you push him forward.

“We listen and we don’t judge!” said together.

He chuckles, rubbing his neck, “Sometimes I use your face towel as a hand towel” You whirl towards him in shock, hitting his arm with the back of your hand. 

“Quinn! I have acne because of you!” He dodges your playful hits, laughing at your mock outraged face.

Through giggles you spit out, “Sometimes I dog-ear our book pages because you lost all of our cute bookmarks.” 

“Oh my god, babe, find a receipt or some shit. They don’t have to be cute” Quinn puts his head in his hands, heaving out a dramatic sigh. You laugh, tugging his hands away from his face as he thinks of his next one.

“One time I put your favorite bra in the dryer and it got ruined and instead of telling you I just bought a new one” 

You gasp, actually floored. “You told me that I had probably just missed that tag! I can’t believe you!” 

Faking indignation you turn away from him and say, “Sometimes I don’t wash our fruit before we eat it” 

“You’re going to actually give us brain worms. Oh my god, babe… we could have brain worms right now.” He says hand over his mouth, your laughter ringing out across the kitchen. 

Quinn wraps his arms around you, holding you close, “Sometimes when you aren’t here, I don’t use coasters.” You gasp, turning in his hold. He laughs as you begin gesticulating wildly, 

“Quinn, that is so bad for the wood!” You begin lecturing him, saying that his apartment is much too nice for moisture rings to be on his nice wooden coffee table. He buries his face in your neck, smothering his laughter so he can listen attentively to your voice.

[dearru]

who’s the cute boy with the thick accent? | a.miya

pairing: college student!miya atsumu x gn!reader | sfw | cw: cursing, atsumu being annoying, not proofread | genre: fluff ig ? | wc: 453 | masterlist

synopsis -> ATSUMU MIYA loves when people play hard to get. It’s well-known across campus that he loves the thrill of the chase. So, when he suddenly takes interest in you in the middle of the library, you know exactly what to do.

“I’m trying to study, Miya,” you chide coolly to your university’s star setter, who’s decided to sit right across from you when there’s a dozen other empty tables he could have sat at. You stare down at your textbook, avoiding his piercing gaze.

“C’mon,” he coos, leaning in closer. You feel the air thicken, and it’s suffocating, “Ya can call me by my first name. I ain’t gonna bite.”

He claims he won’t, but his silky and persuasive tone, almost daring you to give in and look at him, suggests otherwise. Deep down, you know you’re just another prize to him— a challenge he’ll forget soon after he overcomes it. Knowing this is the only thing that holds you back from succumbing to his overwhelming charm.

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your gaze focused on the words in front of you instead of him, “I’d rather not. Thanks, though.”

He feigns an exaggerated pout for a moment before replacing it with a smug smile, “Yer really gonna say no to me?” He props his head on the table to look up at you teasingly, forcing himself into your eye view, “Yer actin’ like it’s a dirty word. ‘S just my name, ya know.”

While you know he’s only playing with you, your heart pitter-patters. Unintentionally, your gaze flickers down to his forearms resting on the table. His arms are toned and muscular, a reminder of his athletic prowess. You may be trying to ignore his advances, but you’re not blind. You’re all too aware of his stupidly cute Kansai accent, and the way his golden hair seems to glow when the sun hits it just right. It drives you crazy.

Years of practice have clearly made him a professional at knowing exactly how to push people’s buttons, and you’re no exception. You don’t want to give in. You don’t want to feel anything for him. But the way you haven’t absorbed a word of information from your textbook since he sat down is evidence enough of his affect.

If he was just another pretty face, maybe it would be different, but he has these alluring eyes that draw you in, making you forget all your inhibitions with the way they glimmer bright with a dangerous mischief.

The corner of your lips twitch into a slight smile, betraying the dirty look that you’re trying to give him, and he smiles as if he’s already won.

You’re totally fucked.

—a/n: atsumu sucks (i need him so bad). wrote this while bored at work lol. also drafted a scene from his pov. maybe i’ll post it idk!

[paceprompting]

save a horse

written for ‘ride’ | wc: 453 # | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: canon era, cowboy!steve, pre-relationship, confident steve flirts successfully, eddie does not (or so he thinks)

@steddiemicrofic

Eddie had no clue why the hell Henderson dragged him to the county fair in the middle of July, when outside was like the surface of the sun and all there was to eat was fried food fried again just for fun.

Eddie’s wardrobe consisted of mainly black. He was going to die out here.

And the people. Constricting crowds with no rhyme or reason as to direction and too many dissonant conversations. The only reason Eddie was getting anywhere was the force of Dustin’s path straight through and the kid’s death drip on his wrist.

“Doesn’t Steve usually drive you around?” Eddie complained over the noise. Harrington’s babysitter sensibilities would be perfect for a place like this.

Dustin turned over his shoulder enough for Eddie to hear him. “That’s why we’re here. And we’re late, c’mon!”

That wasn’t really an answer, but Eddie didn’t have a chance to bitch because Dustin took off running—which meant Eddie took off running—through the crowd toward the back end of the fair and a large set up metal-fenced areas and a towering stand of seats.

“Steve!” Dustin shouted, frantically waving his free hand while he stumbled to a stop at the metal fence barrier. Eddie stared through the bars at the arena, where horses and riders circled through equipment Eddie had no chance of understanding.

“Steve’s summer job is at the rodeo?”

“Yup, got my own lasso and everything,” Steve’s voice said, emerging from nowhere and making Eddie jump. Dustin hopped excitedly at the sight of Steve sat high up on a chestnut horse, midday sun shining behind him.

He immediately went into a thousand questions about Steve’s new job.

Eddie stared.

He already knew about Steve’s penchant for tight jeans. But now that was all he could see, with Steve’s legs bent at the horse’s sides and the curve of his butt settled nicely in the saddle…

Steve sidled the horse closer, and bent forward toward Eddie. “Scared of a few horses, Eds?”

“No,�� Eddie said, struggling more now at the sight of Steve’s hair, curled at the ends with sweat, sticking out of a crisp black Stetson. He reached up and plucked Steve’s hat off his head, planting it on his own. “This just looks ridiculous on you.”

It didn’t.

Beside him, Dustin gawked. Steve just cocked his head, a dangerous gleam in his eye.

“You know what they say about taking a cowboy’s hat, don’t you?”

Eddie shook his head.

He had no chance of stopping Steve from swiftly snatching his hat back and settling it in place. He clicked his tongue and nudged his horse the other direction, giving Eddie a blatant wink.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy, Munson.”

Well, fuck.

[mrsjellymunson]

Need A Ride?

Written for the @steddiemicrofic March prompt ‘ride’ | WC: 453 | Rating: T | CW: Vague allusions to masturbation and arousal, light swearing | Tags: pre-S4, flirty!Steve Harrington, oblivious!Eddie Munson

“You need a ride?”

Eddie stops bouncing his knee and chewing his thumbnail as Steve fucking Harrington peers at him through his Beemer’s passenger window with charmingly-squinted eyes.

Asshole.

Eddie doesn’t need this today, not on top of his van breaking down outside Melvald’s.

“Nah. Jeff’ll be here soon.”

“Tall guy? Hendrix shirt?”

“Umm, yeah...?”

“Just saw him at Family Video. He’s running mom-based errands, I said I’d relay the message.”

Steve blows his bangs off his forehead, dashingly handsomely.

Such an asshole.

“You getting in, or what?”

Initially Eddie ignores Steve’s conversation, not wanting his day to get any worse now he’s trapped in an enclosed space with his secret crush. Resigned, Steve flips on the radio to a report of an overturned tomato truck causing delays. He mumbles,

“Everyone’ll have to… ketchup.”

Eddie snorts. Rapidly camouflaging his amusement, he frowns, hard.

“My god, Steve, that was awful. I’m actually kinda embarrassed for you.”

Steve cackles as Eddie’s seriousness falters, breaking the tension. Talking, they discover new things about each other. Steve takes an occasional toke, Eddie doesn’t hate blue jeans, and there’s surprising overlap in their music tastes. Eddie eventually confesses to enjoying the Super Bowl, and internally buzzes when Steve admits he’s read The Hobbit.

To his astonishment he feels like they might even be connecting, until Steve, apparently from nowhere, starts sharing his dating frustrations.

“I mean, sure, I’ve had plenty of partners. And my hand’s fine ‘n’all, though it’s not as good as actually being with somebody. I’d just love to find someone who really gets me. Y’know?”

Eddie doesn’t know. The closest he’s got to dating is seeing a face in the Hideout crowd after their dingy bathroom hookup the week before.

Irrationally incensed at Steve’s ignorance of his privileged position, Eddie blurts, bitingly,

“Maybe you need to expand your horizons, Steve. Ask someone out who you’ve never considered worthy before.”

Steve’s hooded eyes regard Eddie’s increasingly reddening features for far too long. Smirking, he slowly raises an eyebrow.

“You got anyone in mind?”

Eddie’s brain shrieks Yeah! I do, actually! A tall, long-haired metalhead!, but his jaw clamps. His mind, however, roils, and he has to subtly adjust his position to hide his horrifyingly inappropriate chub.

At Eddie’s, Steve turns off the engine and slowly turns. Eddie’s not great at reading people’s intentions, but his expression might be… humility? Fear? Pensive optimism? Whatever it is, there’s something in that hot hazel gaze that flips Eddie’s belly. But can he really trust King Steve? After all, he’s a total assho—

Abruptly, Steve clears his throat and drops his tone low.

“You know what? I think you might be right. So, um, Eddie. You, uh… need a ride?”

Thanks so much for reading! And thanks to everyone at @steddiemicrofic for all their continued hard work 🙏🙏

A/N: Yes, I got the ketchup idea from Pulp Fiction, sue me 😜

You can find more Steddie and Eddie on my masterlist 😉

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[coyotelip]

``|| ☆ starchaser microfic: proud & novel || @into-the-jeggyverse & @black-brothers-microfic || wc: 453

“Well, you must be very proud of yourself now, huh?” Regulus says to James with a lot of venom in his voice, dramatically opening the door and getting out of the car.

As expected, frighteningly black smoke is already streaming from under the hood. If Regulus were a mechanic, he would probably reach for the hood by instinct to check what had caused them to stall in the middle of nowhere. But Regulus is not a mechanic. He doesn't even have a license and doesn't like to travel by car. No, it's James Potter's domain to convince him to take this “short and fun” trip together to his brother's wedding venue.

But damn James Potter forgot to warn Regulus that his car is a huge experiment on wheels that James has been working on for the last three years. And this trip is his test drive.

Bloody James Potter and his bloody car that can't even make it a hundred kilometers.

Bloody Sirius, who chose a godforsaken farm in the middle of nowhere as the venue for his wedding. And who cares that it was actually Remus' idea and that the farm belongs to his mother. Regulus can't bear to blame Remus for anything. So bloody Sirius and his bloody wedding.

“Hey, but we just passed a gas station,” James says as he gets out of the car, too. Of course, he has a silly grin on his face, which doesn't match Regulus' mood or the situation at all. “I think there was a cafe or even a motel there. We can get some coffee and hot dogs, and I'll see what's wrong with my baby, okay?”

Regulus can only give him a look of hatred. Why in the name of all that is holy did he not turn James down on this damn offer? He could have comfortably spent those hours on the plane reading his new novel from his favorite series… But instead he spent two hours in James Potter's passenger seat listening to his pretend singing of “I'm in love with my car.” Yeah, James, we figured it out.

Seeing the skepticism in Regulus' eyes, James adds, “Or I can call Sirius and he can pick us up tomorrow morning, and we can stay in the motel for now, right?”

Indeed, the sun is already approaching the horizon, and their destination is still a few hours away. It's too dangerous to set off again. So Regulus frowns at the sign that can be seen in the distance in the wasteland.

“I swear, if it turns out they don't have more than one room, you're sleeping in the car,” he mutters under his breath, not sure if James will hear him.

[runninriot]

Spinning

written for @steddiemicrofic and as a little gift for @braincell-pingpong 's special day 💗🖤 all the forehead kisses to you, love!

march prompt: ride | wc: 453 | rated: t | tags: established relationship, fluff, Eddie had a little too much to drink and Steve takes care of him

   “Someone get me off this fucking ride,” Eddie groans, mumbling the words to no one because he’s alone in his room, lying on his bed that doesn’t stop spinning like a carousel going too fast. If this doesn’t stop, he’s going to be sick, and he hates that. So he closes his eyes, hopes it’ll help but somehow, that only makes it worse.

   “God, please take me out of my misery.”

   “You did that to yourself, babe. Now suck it up and suffer like a real man.”

Steve’s laughing and Eddie hates him for it. Not really, but- you know, he thinks he deserves at least some sympathy from his boyfriend.

   “Steeeve, don’t be mean. ‘S not my fault. You let me drink all that Tequila. You know I can’t handle Tequila.”

The mattress dips beside him and then he feels Steve’s hand on his forehead, gentle fingers brushing his messy curls out his face before placing a soft kiss there. It’s nice, makes the spinning a little more bearable.

   “Aww, sorry babe. I’ll be a little stricter with you next time.”

Eddie is pouting, contemplating whether to forgive him or not. He cracks one eye open, and it takes a few seconds before his vision clears enough to focus on the person hovering above him.

   “Promise?” he asks and Steve nods, smiles down at him with a cheeky glint in his eyes.

    “Promise, baby. Now roll over, sleeping on your side will make it better.”

Eddie huffs dramatically but does as he’s told and- yeah okay, that helps. Doesn’t feel like he’s stuck on a never-ending carousel ride anymore. And what really makes it better, is Steve lying down behind him, wrapping an arm around his middle and pulling him close to his chest.

Usually, Eddie insists on being the big spoon because he loves to bury his nose in the back of Steve’s hair, loves the way his boyfriend fits so perfectly into the mould he creates with his body. Loves to place his hand on Steve’s tummy, tucked underneath his shirt if he’s wearing one, dragging his fingertips through the happy trail leading into his boxers.

But this feels good, too. So for tonight, he’ll accept it.

   “Steve?”

   “Yes, baby?”

   “Do you still love me?”

   “Why wouldn’t I?”

   “Because I’m drunk and I smell like a distillery?”

He can feel Steve move, feels lips connecting with his cheek, then his nose, before they land on the corner of his mouth.

   “Hmm, thank you,” Eddie hums, feels suddenly so sleepy.

Steve settles back behind him, nuzzling his neck while Eddie slowly begins to drift.

And the last thing he hears is Steve’s hushed voice when he says, “Happy Birthday, my love.”

[drnkdz]

|backseat|

Pairing: Bodyguard! park sunghoon x Rich!reader

Summary: Sunghoon was fed up of your bratty attitude, so he fucked it out of you.

Genre: Smut

Wc: 453 (i know, a lot, right....?)

🔞 !NSFW!🔞

You were at the mall with Sunghoon."Does this look cute on me?" You asked. He looked at you and shrugged. "Why am i even asking you. Emo." You said in a bratty tone. Sunghoon rolled his eyes at your response. You both walked to the cashier, and you placed your clothes down and looked up at him.

"What." He asked. "Pay." You commanded. "No." He replied. You put your hand in his pocket and grabbed his wallet, using his credit card to pay. He was getting passed off.

As you both got in the car, he didn't start driving immediately. "There's absolutely no way you did that." He said, clearly irritated. You smirked at him, not noticing that he was serious.

"YOU FUCKING SPENT A THOUSAND DOLLARS! ____ ARE YOU CRAZY!?" He frustratedly punched the steering wheel with his fist. You jumped from his sudden Furiousness. "Maybe i am..?"

He tried to calm himself down before continuing, "Do you spend this much on your fathers card?" He asked, and you nodded. "You fucking brat." He mutters. "EXCUSE ME!?" You shout. "You heard me." He said."Just take me home." You said.

"No." Sunghoon replied. "Sunghoon, you're getting on my nerves." You said. "Well, now you know how i feel." He replied. "DRIVE BEFORE I

FUCK YOU UP!" You screamed at him. That was it. The rope was cut.

Sunghoon yanked your seatbelt off you and threw you to the backseat. "Who do you think you are talking to me like that, huh?" He said as he got in the backseat.

"W-what are you doing.." You asked. "Since you wanna be such a brat, why dont i fuck it out of you? Would you like that?" You nodded. He put his hand under your skirt and into your panties.

He rubbed his fingers against your clit, and started kissing your neck. "Aghhh...." You moaned. Just before your release, he pulled his fingers out of you harshly, and you whimpered.

"Are you ready for my cock?" Sunghoon asked. Not waiting for your response, he slid his cock into you inch by inch. You grabbed his biceps in pain. "F-fuckk...."

After a few minutes, he was relentlessly pounding into you. You were a moaning mess, whereas he was trying his hardest not to cum. "I-Im gonna.." "Let it all go, baby." He replied before you finished your sentence. You squirted all over his cock. He pulled out just in time and came all over your boobs.

The car was silent. Only the sound of your heavy breathing was heard. "We should go home now. My dad might get suspicious." You both cleaned yourselves up and the car ride home was quite awkward.

[griefabyss69]

A Moment

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

[ AO3 ]

'RIDE' wc: 453 | rated: T | cw: off screen bullying

Eddie's stuck, but Steve comes along and helps him out… after getting something he wants.

It’s a vulnerable thing, standing on his toes, hanging from a towel hook by his wrists in the locker room.

So... he went too far today—teased at the mad-dogs until they had snapped and trussed him up with his own shirt—but he doesn’t regret it. They had it coming, and... and so did he. It’s not like he could’ve planned for this, but he’s been pushing at the edge of danger for so long that now that it’s snapped, he can only laugh at himself and give in, even though he’s cold, and his calves are going to start aching soon. He wore his sneakers today so they don’t even give him an inch of height to help him unhook himself.

The door slams open and a straggler comes in, his aggravated sigh cut short at the sight of what must register as some pale insect desecrating his holy showering chamber.

“Uh,” Steve Harrington says, swiping a hand back through his sweaty hair.

Eddie clenches his teeth around a goading how articulate and gives him a tight smile. Anticipation builds and threatens to prematurely crest in his gut as Steve steps closer—is he gonna punch him? Set him loose? Ride him like a horse?—and Eddie has to swallow down a sudden mouthful of spit.

Steve smells like basketballs and deodorant. The rubber smell is all on his hands, when he reaches for Eddie’s wrists but stops short.

“Munson, I need a win today,” he says, and the way he looks levels Eddie’s insides.

“Letting me down wouldn’t be a loss,” Eddie points out.

“No, I... What’ll you give me if I do?”

“True love’s kiss,” Eddie scoffs. “I dunno, what do you want?”

Steve’s eyes shoot to his lips, then down to his belt.

“To be good at something again.”

“Not weed? Hallucinogens? Uppers? Downers?”

“I don’t want drugs,” Steve says plainly. “I’m good with my mouth.”

Uh.

“Are you going to monologue at me unti—”

Steve leans in, shutting him up. He holds his neck and uses his thumbs to force him still, pushing his lips harder and harder against Eddie’s—he’s gotta start kissing back or he’ll have to take a long walk off the quarry.

The fact that Steve moans when Eddie slips him tongue will stick to his ribs forever, even if Steve breaks out of this magical curse or whatever and ends up slapping him silly.

“There,” Steve pants, once Eddie’s mouth feels more swollen than a fat lip ever did, glancing at the tent in Eddie’s stupid shorts. “I’ve still got it.”

Eddie’s speechless—a once in a lifetime event, given up to a jock—as Steve unhooks him, winking as he heads for the showers.

“See you around, Munson.”

[beritybaker]

Need Some Help?

Written for the @steddiemicrofic March prompt ‘ride’ | WC: 453 | Rating: G | CW: Language | Tags: Established Relationship, On a Date, POV Eddie

Eddie’s mission in life, at this point, is to humor Steve’s every whim. Lord knows Steve’s entertained enough of his harebrained ideas, so it’s the least he can do. At this exact moment, though, he’s seriously doubting whether it’s really the best idea.

“You doing alright, bub?” Steve calls over his shoulder.

“Uh…y-yeah,” Eddie lies. Something in him had hoped, as they’d pulled up to the stables, that he would have some hidden penchant for horseback riding, and he would be able to simultaneously blow his boyfriend’s mind and sweep him off his feet like some kind of warrior prince born in the wrong era.

He may be a lucky son of a bitch, but he’s not that lucky.

Eddie’s thighs ache from tensing up as they struggle to keep him atop a chestnut mare named Lizzy. His feet keep slipping out of the stirrups, his knuckles are starting to cramp up from gripping the reins for dear life, and sweat trickles into his eyes like he’s got a fountain sticking out of his forehead. Plus, despite her keeper’s reassurance that she’s gentle enough for beginners, he still feels like his junk is getting mashed against the saddle with every clop of Lizzy’s hooves on the muddy trail.

“You want to stop for lunch soon?” Steve asks.

Having just started to lean dangerously to the left, Eddie is so focused on staying in the saddle that he almost forgets to answer. “Oh. Sure.”

“Good. The map says there’s a clearing up ahead. I figure that’s a good place for a picnic.”

“Sure,” he repeats. He wipes the sweat from his brow and tries not to sound too desperate when he adds, “How much farther is it?”

“Right over here.” Steve points through the trees, and Eddie is relieved to see that it’s just around the next bend.

He manages to keep himself relatively centered on Lizzy until they reach the clearing, and he grins, triumphant. It fades right away, though, as he looks down and remembers how high up he is.

Steve, the suave motherfucker, dismounts his own horse as gracefully as one possibly can. Then he turns to Eddie and Lizzy expectantly.

Eddie swallows. He meets Steve’s eye sheepishly, but he doesn’t say anything.

Steve’s brow furrows, then his face twists into a smirk. “Need some help?”

With a grimace, Eddie nods.

“Just hang on a minute.” Chuckling to himself, Steve hitches his horse to a post at the edge of the clearing and approaches Eddie on his horse. “Gimme your hand, bub.”

Now so far beyond caring whether Steve thinks he’s a wuss, he takes the one Steve offers.

“You really do love me, huh?”

“Shut up,” Eddie shoots back, grinning.

[xotoru]

HIII your writing is sososo cute could you please do an inumaki x reader story just pure fluff maybe a cuddle session 😋😋

If you don’t want to that’s completely fine but if you do THANKYOUUU in advance 🫶 💚

I love just pure fluff yes yes yesss

ੈ♡˳ Cuddle Sesh

Synopsis: request!

Warnings: Inumaki can talk without his cursed speech, tooth rotting fluff

WC:453

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The soft hum of his fan mixed with the mild melody of some random playlist coming from his speaker rang through my ears. It had been a long week for the both of us. We had some fairly tough missions and to be honest; we were beat. My body ached all week for this moment. this moment where I could just lay down in his oh so comfortable bed and relax in his arms.

The white haired boy behind me hadn’t fallen asleep, I could tell from his soft thumb which drew small patterns along my stomach. His soft breath dusted across my neck calmly. I roll the hem of his blue sweater between my fingers as I finally close my eyes slowly. The loud noise of Maki yelling at Panda down the hall to put the toilet seat down next time he used the bathroom was left as silence as it didn’t even begin to disrupt us.

Things were always like this with him when we got the chance. Even though he was a pretty hyper kid and just a natural jokester he was beyond capable of being tranquil and comforting. His warm arms were always so inviting and his purple eyes could be as angry as a blaring storm and I wouldn’t be able to look away. Everything about him from his soft white messy hair to his milky pale skin was just angelic, absolutely angelic.

It didn’t take much for me to notice the way his thumb abruptly stopped rubbing random shapes and patterns into my stomach. I couldn’t help but listen t the deep inhale he took before speaking “I love you...a lot.”.he spoke barley above a whisper but the words were enough to floor me.

Without even a second thought I spoke up as well. “I love you more,” I say softly. Scared that going even a decibel higher would shatter this tranquil moment. He seemed to have let go of a breath he was holding in. Sighing contently as his head relaxed against my neck and he peppered a small kiss on my shoulder before evidently falling asleep.

Even though I would like to say I enjoy this simply because this week has been stressful, that wouldn’t be the whole truth. I love this because it’s him who’s helping me relax. It’s his arms I'm laying in. His blankets I'm comfortably snuggled under. And the fact that boy who often threw brain rot jokes and unserious comments at me was soundly asleep. Soft features relaxing and looking nothing short of beautiful under the purple led lights in is dorm. If I don't marry this kid then I don’t know what I'll do with my future.

[bradleysass]

Slap - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 453

It started with a slap. Or maybe it started before that—with the argument, with the sharp words that cut too deep, with the heat rising between them until something had to give.

Evan’s cheek stung where Barty’s hand had landed, a flush of anger coloring his pale skin. He barely felt it. The burn of rage was stronger. The air between them crackled, thick with the tension of too many fights left unresolved, of too many nights spent in silence when neither could bear to speak.

Barty was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon, like he wasn’t sure what he’d just done or why he’d done it. His fingers twitched at his sides, and for a second, he looked like he might apologize. He didn’t.

“You’re a fucking coward,” Barty spat instead, his voice raw. “Always standing on the edge but never jumping. Always waiting for someone else to make the first move.”

Evan exhaled sharply, his lips curling into something dangerously close to a smirk. “And you’re reckless,” he shot back, “always throwing yourself into the fire and acting surprised when you get burned.”

Barty took a step closer, the space between them evaporating. Evan didn’t move back. He never did. He held his ground even as Barty’s breath ghosted over his skin, even as something wild and untamed burned behind Barty’s eyes.

“What are we doing, Evan?” Barty’s voice was quieter now, the venom gone, replaced by something almost desperate. Almost broken. “Tell me, because I don’t fucking know anymore.”

Evan’s fingers twitched, aching to reach for him. But he didn’t. Because that wasn’t how they worked. Instead, he tilted his head, studying Barty the way he always did—like he was something to be solved, a puzzle with too many missing pieces.

“Fighting,” Evan said simply. “That’s what we do.”

Barty let out a breathless laugh, humorless and bitter. “Yeah,” he murmured, shaking his head. “And then what?”

Evan didn’t have an answer. Or maybe he did, but it wasn’t one he was ready to say out loud. Because it had always been like this—violence laced with affection, anger tangled with something softer neither of them wanted to name.

So instead of answering, he reached out, fingers brushing over the place on Barty’s jaw where Evan had landed his own hit earlier in the fight. A bruise was already forming, dark and angry. He traced it lightly, almost reverently.

Barty didn’t pull away.

Maybe it had started with a slap. Or maybe it had started long before that, with something neither of them had ever been brave enough to admit.

Either way, Evan didn’t think it was going to end anytime soon.

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[dearru]

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ masterlist.

(!!) = smau/text | (!) = writing

❀ hinata shoyo

⤷ add up my love (fluff) | wc: 946 | he finally experiences the bliss that is waking up next to you. (!)

⤷ soju kisses (fluff) | wc: 773 | he loves parties and you (!)

⤷ holiday festivities (fluff) | wc: 1762 | celebrating the holidays with them ft. miya osamu, suna rintaro, and hinata shoyo (!)

⤷ i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck! (fluff) | texts between you and your bf after you ask him to wear initial necklaces ft. hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, miya osamu, ushijima wakatoshi (!!)

⤷ getting stood up (fluff) | texts between you and your best friend after you get stood up on a date. he knows exactly how to comfort you! ft. miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime (!!)

⤷ instinct (brain dump) | wc: ? | rambles about how bsf!shoyo realizes he loves you (!)

⤷ like a dog (fluff) | wc: 1k | shoyo always thinks about you. (!)

⤷ the only exception (fluff) | blurbs about how you’re the only one who can get your boyfriend to do certain things ft. miya atsumu, suna rintarou, hinata shoyo (!)

⤷ get well soon (fluff) | wc: 1.5k | when you’re sick, your boyfriend is more than willing to take care of you. ft. hinata shoyo, akaashi keiji, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi (!)

⤷ meeting knight!shoyo for the first time (fluff) | wc: 700 | in which you’re a princess with a chip on her shoulder and shoyo is a knight with something to prove

❀ miya atsumu

⤷ who’s the cute boy with the thick accent? (fluff) | wc: 453 | he loves the thrill of the chase. (!)

⤷ someone’s got a crush! (fluff) | wc: 553 | atsumu stumbles upon a discovery with the help of some friends ft. osamu and suna (!)

⤷ tiktok uno prank (fluff) | wc: 1400 | how various hq boys react to you doing the uno prank on them ft. miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, and kuroo tetsuro (!)

⤷ getting stood up (fluff) | texts between you and your best friend after you get stood up on a date. he knows exactly how to comfort you! ft. miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime (!!)

⤷ princess treatment (fluff) | wc: 849 | doing your boyfriend’s makeup

⤷ the only exception (fluff) | blurbs about how you’re the only one who can get your boyfriend to do certain things ft. miya atsumu, suna rintarou, hinata shoyo (!)

❀ miya osamu

⤷ osamu x stress baker!reader (fluff) | wc: 283 | title says it all, mak’s 4am stream of consciousness turned into fic form (!)

⤷ notes in the margins (fluff) | wc: 890 | you try to tutor your boyfriend, but he´s very distracting (!)

⤷ holiday festivities (fluff) | wc: 1762 | celebrating the holidays with them ft. miya osamu, suna rintaro, and hinata shoyo (!)

⤷ twelve grapes (hurt/comfort) | wc: 3.3k | in attempting to follow an age-old tradition, you begin to confront some repressed feelings you have for your best friend. (!)

⤷ i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck! (fluff) | texts between you and your bf after you ask him to wear initial necklaces ft. hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, miya osamu, ushijima wakatoshi (!!)

⤷ getting stood up (fluff) | texts between you and your best friend after you get stood up on a date. he knows exactly how to comfort you! ft. miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime (!!)

⤷ food for thought | wc: 619 | your boyfriend has weird eating habits, but it’s only because he loves you so much. (!)

⤷ get well soon (fluff) | wc: 1.5k | when you’re sick, your boyfriend is more than willing to take care of you. ft. hinata shoyo, akaashi keiji, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi (!)

❀ tsukishima kei

⤷ summer’s in your blood (fluff) | wc: 499 | out for a stroll with your irritable boyfriend at your university ft. bakugo katsuki, kageyama tobio, sasuke uchiha, kyoutani kentaro, tsukishima kei, and your fav (!)

⤷ tiktok uno prank (fluff) | wc: 1400 | how various hq boys react to you doing the uno prank on them ft. miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, and kuroo tetsuro (!)

⤷ getting stood up (fluff) | texts between you and your best friend after you get stood up on a date. he knows exactly how to comfort you! ft. miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime (!!)

❀ akaashi keiji

⤷ tiktok uno prank (fluff) | wc: 1400 | how various hq boys react to you doing the uno prank on them ft. miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, and kuroo tetsuro (!)

⤷ get well soon (fluff) | wc: 1.5k | when you’re sick, your boyfriend is more than willing to take care of you. ft. hinata shoyo, akaashi keiji, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi (!)

❀ kuroo tetsuro

⤷ tiktok uno prank (fluff) | wc: 1400 | how various hq boys react to you doing the uno prank on them ft. miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, and kuroo tetsuro (!)

⤷ never lift a finger (fluff) | wc: 247 | word vomit abt how he never lets you pump your own gas (!)

❀ suna rintaro

⤷ holiday festivities (fluff) | wc: 1762 | celebrating the holidays with them ft. miya osamu, suna rintaro, and hinata shoyo (!)

⤷ i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck! (fluff) | texts between you and your bf after you ask him to wear initial necklaces ft. hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, miya osamu, ushijima wakatoshi (!!)

⤷ getting stood up (fluff) | texts between you and your best friend after you get stood up on a date. he knows exactly how to comfort you! ft. miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime (!!)

⤷ boyfriend texts (fluff) | texts between you and your boyfriend, sunarin! (!!)

⤷ the only exception (fluff) | blurbs about how you’re the only one who can get your boyfriend to do certain things ft. miya atsumu, suna rintarou, hinata shoyo (!)

❀ sakusa kiyoomi

⤷ addict (fluff) | wc: 217 | you’re a little addicted to kissing ur bf (!)

⤷ unspoken (fluff) | wc: 390 | he loves you, and you love him (!)

⤷ get well soon (fluff) | wc: 1.5k | when you’re sick, your boyfriend is more than willing to take care of you. ft. hinata shoyo, akaashi keiji, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi (!)

❀ ushijima wakatoshi

⤷ i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck! (fluff) | texts between you and your bf after you ask him to wear initial necklaces ft. hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, miya osamu, ushijima wakatoshi (!!)

❀ iwaizumi hajime

⤷ getting stood up (fluff) | texts between you and your best friend after you get stood up on a date. he knows exactly how to comfort you! ft. miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime (!!)

⤷ boyfriend texts (fluff) | texts between you and your boyfriend, iwaizumi! (!!)

⤷ spotlight (fluff) | wc: 900 | iwa has always avoided the spotlight, but your attention feels different. (!)

❀ oikawa tooru

⤷ i miss you, come here! (fluff) | headcanons about doing long-distance with your boyfriend. (!)

❀ semi eita

⤷ boyfriend texts (fluff) | texts between you and your boyfriend, semi! (!!)

❀ misc

⤷ summer’s in your blood (fluff) | wc: 499 | out for a stroll with your irritable boyfriend at your university ft. bakugo katsuki, kageyama tobio, sasuke uchiha, kyoutani kentaro, tsukishima kei, and your fav (!)

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[simplyhughes]

hey hey!!! I hope you're well! I was just wondering if we could get a one shot or even a story if possible about trevor zegras and his girlfriend that has an attitude? I don't know why, but I get that vibe from him that he likes a girl with a bit of attitude 🤭🤭 thank you and have a great day!! ❤❤

Attitude Problem! // Trevor Zegras x Reader !

Quick little write! I hope I answered this prompt correctly! I hope you like it anon~~ <3

WC: 453

Warnings: Suggestive, Swears

The bathroom you share with your boyfriend, Trevor, has been concluded a crime scene. Makeup sprawled across the counter, hair jel splattered and countless cords and hot tools took up the space. You drag your hair wand through your hair, holding it and releasing it to lock the shape. Your eyes trail from your hair to Trevor, who is getting ready next to you. 

“I really dont like your hair like that…” you said with your voice flat. 

“Like what?” Trevor retorts with a little pep behind his words. 

“Like you are about to throw on a pair of skinny jeans and look like a total west coast hipster dork.” You snap back narrowing your eyes. Trevor's jaw falls agape. You continue on curling your hair. “So, are you just gonna stand there? Fix it, idiot.” His mouth curls into a smirk. He drags his hand through his locks, tossing and shuffling it. 

“Babe…” he began, “Any better?”

“Mmm…” You drag out. “Now you just look like a bum.” You state, contorting your face in a disgusted manner.

“Seriously?!”

“Oh just come here dickhead.” You make a hand motion signaling for him to come closer to you. Your hands find themselves on his broad shoulders, applying pressure trying to get him down on your level. He crouches downs meeting you face to face.

 “You are adorable.” Trevor coos while pinching your cheek.  

“You are an annoying prick” You respond, trying to hold back a smile and failing miserably. After you collect yourself, you begin to lather Trevor's hair with product, styling it to your heart's desire. “Jeez, I am way too talented. This is way better.” You say as you release your hands from his hair.

“Baby, I love it when you have your hands in my hair” Trevor says deviously with a major smirk painted across his face. You tilt your head up to look Trevor in the eye. Your face is in a state of deadpan, mouth straight, eyes narrow. Just as you were about to cuss him out Trevor grabs your chin. “Shhh, come on baby you have had your fun.” He whispers just before he locks his lips with yours. His arms loop around your torso and toss you over his shoulder. You flair your limbs shouting out him. “I love your attitude, but its time i set it straight.�� Your face heats up and flushes a shade of pink. Suddenly your back hits your bed with trevor on top of you. Trevor leans down towards you, eyes not leaving yours. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing a kiss while hes there.

 “TREVOR YOUR HAIR. IM GONNA KILL YOU ASSHOLE!” You exclaim. 

“Shit…” Trevor mutters.

[mugloversonly]

Eddie's Delivery Service

for @steddiemicrofic March prompt “ride” | WC: 453 | cw: NA Summary: It’s a Kikis Delivery Service AU. AO3

Eddie tightened the grip on his broom as he drove it into the seaside town, clicking off the Metallica pouring from the radio.

“Whatta you say, Dustin? Does this look like the place?” Eddie turned to his cat familiar and grinned. His familiar glared unimpressed.

“Cats hate water, Eddie!” He whined, but Eddie just rolled his eyes goodnaturedly. As soon as he got close to the ground though, Eddie had to weave and dodge through cars.

“Ah, Sorry!” He called as he went. He’d never seen so many cars in one place.

Once he was safe, he paused to catch his breath. As he glanced to his left, he saw a car full of boys his age. One of the boys had a swoop of hair, and a dorky smile on his face.

“Hey! Mr. Witch? Can I have a ride on your broom?” He asked. Eddie gasped in shock and turned his head in disgust.

“Hmmf.” He huffed.

“What’d I say?” The boy asked as his friends all laughed. Eddie turned his broom in the other direction, landing outside a bakery. The sign out-front said delivery boys wanted. The bell above the door dinged as he walked in.

“Excuse me, I’m Eddie, a new witch in town looking for employment. I’m a great flier, I could deliver your goods for you.” Eddie said to the man behind the counter with his broom held in front of him.

“I’m Wayne.” The man smiled warmly. “The job comes with room and board. For you and your cat, there.” Wayne nodded at Dustin.

“We would be honored!” Eddie bowed.

🍞

On his first delivery, Eddie ran into the boy with the swoopy hair again.

“Hey, Mr. Witch!” The boy called but Eddie turned his nose up and walked past him. “Wait!” He said and grabbed Eddie’s arm.

“Where I’m from, we introduce ourselves before we grab people or ask them for things.” Eddie glared as he pulled his arm out of the hold and turned to the boy. The boy froze in shock before he smacked himself on the forehead.

“Oh! Sorry, I’m Steve.” He held his hand out for a shake. Eddie paused, and cautiously took his hand, shaking it once.

“Eddie, and this is my familiar Dustin.”

“Listen, I was wondering if I could give you a ride on my bike sometime?” Steve asked shyly. Eddie narrowed his eyes.

“It’s just a bike, isn’t it?” He asked skeptically. Steve laughed and pointed at the propeller.

“It’s a flying bike!” Steve said proudly.

“I know a thing or two about flying.” Eddie smirked. “You’re on.” Eddie climbed onto the back of Steve’s bike.

“Hang on!” He said as he started to pedal down the hill.

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@katyawriteswhump

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[stmonstercalendar]

RUSALKA MASTERPOST is here with 1 artwork and 4 fics + 1 fic for this month's Full Moon! Thank you for participating!

ART

Bancilly by @alicetallula Rusałki Nancy and Barbara with human Billy

FIC

Lovely, dark and deep by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Steddie | E wc: 453 | Fantasy AU; Creature Eddie; Human Steve; Steve Harrington whump; Dubious consent; Somnophilia; Anal sex; Finger sucking

Eddie's Adventures in Waterland by @fuctacles | Steddie, platonic Hellcheer and Stobin | M wc: 538 | transfem Steve, fae/nymph/rusalka Stevie, referenced canon character deaths, implied non-canon character deaths, it is not angst i swear, meet ugly ? | 1/?

Down by the water by @fkinkindagauche | Harringrove | T wc: 1,732 | Monster Billy Hargrove, Extreme Silliness, AU - Fantasy, Crack | Summary: Steve gets lost in the woods and stumbles upon a hot guy in a hot spring.

The Woman in the Water by @mugloversonly | Hellcheer | T cw: references to attempted Sexual Assault | summary: Something is living in Lover’s Lake and the party has to decide if it’s worth the fight.

FULL MOON

Under The Light of the Worm Moon by @after-the-end-times | Steddie | T wc: 3,450 | Tags: Established Relationship, Werewolf Steve, Magical Eddie, Transformation, Mild hurt/comfort in that Eddie is suddenly a worm

Ao3 Collection

[magicalbuttertarts]

Hi! For the smut prompt list, prompt 29 with Daniel Garcia, the reader is a female. Thanks!

AEW Masterlist

Smut Prompt List 2

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Public sex. Cum in pussy.

Requested by @sunshinevirus

WC: 453

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2025: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

#29: “Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here”

Isiah kept talking about...I don't remember, as it doesn't matter right now.

Not when my eyes on fixated on my girl, who was dancing with a few of our friends.

Guys kept coming up to her, but she keeps moving away or pointing back in my direct.

I stayed back, wanting her to have fun dancing, and I would only step in if and when she needed me.

I felt a slap against my shoulder, making me yelp as I looked at Isiah, rubbing my shoulder.

"Man, just go and dance with her." He said as he took a sip of his drink.

"I will when I am ready."

But at that moment, she turned and looked at me, holding her hand out to me, and how could I say no to my woman.

I stood up, walking through the crowd of people until I was behind her, placing my hands on her hips.

◆

It didn't take long for her to start grinding against me, and I was already a bit turned on from just watching her earlier.

I lwaned down to whisper in her ear, "Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here."

She faltered for a moment, before she started to dance faster.

My hands tightened on her hips, trying to figure out what to do.

Do I drag her to the washroom?

Do I drag her to my car?

She turned around, her hips still swinging as lowered her body, her eyes going a bit wide when she saw how hard I am.

As she slowly stood up, she kissed her way up my jeans covered cock, and that decided for me.

◆

My one hand is covering her mouth as I thrust into her pussy. Her back against the stall, her legs wrapped around for my waist as I fucked her to the beat of the music.

She was squealing against my hand as I bit my lip to keep quiet. Her tight pussy making me lose my mind as I fuck her.

Her pussy fluttering around my cock, trying to make me cum so soon, but I held off.

I dropped my hand from her mouth, to grip her ass even tighter as I fucked up into her.

"Daniel." She whimpered.

"Don't hold back baby. Cum for me. Who cares who fucking hears. Cum, cum for me now." I knew I sounded like I was begging, but fuck the moment she came, I followed right behind her, my own body shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.

"Time to go home?" I suggested.

"Yes, I'm not through with you yet." Was all she said to me, wondering what the hell she had planned for me.

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