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collectivecloseness · 3 months

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Eddie Munson getting a bump/bruise/cut on his head that you put a bandaid on, and he’s bumping it into your mouth every fifteen seconds, like a cat, and being the whiniest baby ever. He needs you to kiss his mark now! Every time, every second! Love him! He’s hurt! Help him!

‘Nooooo’ he whines when you are not kissing it/him. It was his own fault he got it, you told him to be careful when he was acting like his usual self, pre-bandaid. You’ve given him some ibuprofen and water, but he’s all cuddled up to you and not going anywhere.

He will straight up look at you offended if you even mention you are getting up, like he will give you the most offended and sometimes bitchy look, for real. How dare you even think about leaving him in his condition right now?

He’ll nuzzle his bandaided head into your mouth tirelessly, so much that no matter where you move your head, or if you’re trying to talk, you’ve got a plaster and Eddie’s boney head and a tonne of curls following your face everywhere, nuzzling right into your lips so you can’t even talk to Eddie about it. You’re smothered easily once again.

There’s no escape from Eddie and his need. You could breathe if you just gave him his kisses like he wanted! Eventually you get too busy pulling hairs out your mouth, while Eddie’s whimpering into your jaw, how you’re just being so horrible to him, whilst still hiding in your face.

Eddie is your stubborn and soft baby but he will just ram his head into your face harder if you say that. When you ask him if his injury hurts so much why is him acting like a horned goat not making him cry in pain, he just grabs your arms and pulls them over himself instead. Not letting you move your arms out of his tight hold whatsoever.

When you stop babying Eddie, or tease him too much, he’s telling you how mean you are to your injured boyfriend, saying don’t you always tell him boys can show their vulnerable side too, and why won’t you use your mouth for less bullying him and more magical healing kissing? Why don’t you love him anymore huh?

He keeps up with this all the way until nighttime, even if it happened in the morning. He’ll be the saddest/most annoying (whatever works) boy all day long so you stay snuggled up with him, looking after your poor injured helpless baby.

Eddie will only fall asleep with you constantly giving kisses around, not on, his very small no longer even hurting mark, swearing that’s the only way he can be lulled to sleep. Blinking those dark brown eyes up at you if you stop, and pouting about how he can’t sleep the pain away if you do that.

And God, Eddie Munson can sell cute.

And that’s just how Eddie dozes off after a long hard day for him, with your arms and legs wrapped around him, his own limbs clinging around yours, and with constant kisses to his injured head until he’s knocked out peacefully in bed snuggled into you, unrelated to his head trauma

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson hcs #Eddie Munson thoughts #Eddie Munson fluff #stranger things #Eddie Munson/reader #eddie munson hurt/comfort #I found this draft and spruced it up a bit more but I rly wanna get back into the swing #it’s the actually starting again that’s so hard and in the past 2 months I’ve nearly finished tonnes of fics I’ve just not quite gotten ther #like I’ve got multiple nearly complete fics but I just keep feeling like they’re all missing smth #I think I need to just get over it and post one and then I’ll have kickstarted my brain again maybe lmao

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seventh-fantasy · 3 months

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我赢了。 I won. - 我与他十年前海上一战，赢了他半招他却死了。 I fought him on the sea ten years ago and won by half a move, but he died. -你说既然笛飞声没有死，那李相夷一定还活着对不对？ since di feisheng is not dead, it must mean that li xiangyi is still alive, right? - 我快死了...你不惜一切代价却救不了我。// 好不容易救你出来，你可不能死。 I am dying...you have done everything no matter the costs yet you couldn't save me. // I saved you after much difficulty, you can't die. 君武勇之处，世所罕见，心悦诚服。 your valiance is unparalleled in this world. to which I am wholeheartedly convinced.

dihua + a matter of life and death | 莲花楼 mysterious lotus casebook

#莲花楼 #mysterious lotus casebook #asiandramasource #dailyasiandramas #cdramasource #asiandramanet #cdramagifs #cdramanet #cdrama #cheng yi #xiao shun yao #dihua #lhlgifs #jielin's edits #my posts #this has been in my drafts for a whole ass month idek anm *handwaves* ... and yeah the title is borrowed from a movie #tbh i only wanted to make that last gif with handwritten quotes over it then it turned into making more parallel gifs #noticed that the en subs tled 诚服 to admire. though it's more like to accept/admit to something?#so paralleling it with the line dfs claims victory #something something here about their story being bookended with the idea of competition victory and losses #while like. it's all about their lives being tagged to each other in the middle of it all....handwaves #prob gonna have hell work week coming up next so consider this sort of an early 10th donghai anniv celebration for 6 Feb in advance #not a fan of how i treated the set but i really like the selection of parallels and quotes :[ so i'm still posting :[

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127luvr · 2 months

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our season ✮⋆˙ᝰ.ᐟ

shen ricky x (mute) male reader

in which ricky is convinced he has no soulmate.

four is an important age for any growing child. at four you are learning to read and write. at four you are learning to socialize with other children your age outside of your parents' constant watch. at four you are still struggling to tie your own shoes without the help of an adult. at four, in this world, it was the first you heard of soulmates.

for ricky it was his first year of private education. being away from his parents had proven to be difficult at first, but he adjusted accordingly. even at a young age he was a charismatic, charming every boy and every girl he encountered. he was never alienated for not having a soulmate mark like the rest--at least--not at this age.

he never questioned it. there were reports of many others not getting their soulmate's words until many years later. he felt he was surrounded by all the love he needed, regardless of whether or not the universe granted him a soulmate. he was never without someone who cared for him.

for you, it was different. you had little to no memory of your time as a four year old. you had trouble recalling your youth--your years before becoming an adult. you learned to be independent from a very young age. learning to fend for yourself before any of your classmates. it was a given--after all--having to navigate the world by communicating through your hands or the letters on your phone rather than speaking aloud was difficult.

but you weren't four years old anymore. and although the pain still sticks with you--you hadn't been the neglected child in your home for years. no longer ashamed of being alive--but still not comfortable enough in your own skin to be able to communicate with your own voice. it was a double-edged sword.

you never got the soulmate speech from your parents. you remember one day suddenly having a plethora of apologies appear on your arm in perfect cursive handwriting. your first attempt at scrubbing it off deeming unsuccessful. the words were more prominent against your irritated, red skin. 'hey, i'm so sorry, are you okay?' you wore them like a curse, hiding them no matter where you went. you can't remember the last time someone apologized to you, but it didn't bother you anymore. the world was harsh--cold against anyone who didn't conform to societal norms.

it had been some time since you moved away from your hometown. somewhere more diverse, where they didn't look at you weird for coming in with your order already written in your notes app. you moved to a place where they offered sign language as a course in university. something you never thought you'd see in your life, having been holed up in a small town full of people who only thought about themselves.

it was refreshing.

sitting in the quaint coffee shop where you had become a regular. you look over the screen of your laptop every now and again, watching new faces appear every couple of hours. you loved hearing the buzz of people, picking up on conversations between friends as they walked past your table cautiously. some gave you polite smiles, recognizing you from campus. others sat at the tables surrounding you, their fingers hovering over their keyboards as their eyes scan the words on their screens.

you shut your laptop. stretching your arms out in front of you as quietly as you could. the sleeve of your shirt coming up towards your elbow as you do so. you catch a glimpse of the words on your left forearm, the letters still as perfect as the day they appeared. but you swore they were lighter. a deep shade of brown instead of the jet black you remember them being.

you pay it no mind, shaking your head to yourself as you gather your things to leave. you never bothered to learn about soulmates, tuning it out when it was brought up in study groups. it wasn't something you could avoid forever, but living in ignorance for as long as you have had you deluded into thinking the day would never come.

the bell on top of the door rings as you push your chair in. the sudden noise startling you into looking up.

he's almost as tall as the door frame. with bright blonde hair that barely reaches his shoulders. he is adorned in all black from head to toe--black button up tucked into his black slacks--a branded belt accentuating his waist. the moment passes in slow motion. with the light from the afternoon sun shining behind him as he steps through the threshold. he looks angelic--otherworldly, even.

but you snap out of it, walking towards the counter to ask for a refill before you walk out of the shop.

you stand in line a few feet behind him, admiring his broad shoulders and long legs in the process. you've never seen anyone like him before. not around campus, and definitely never in the cafe you're standing in. he screams elegance--with the branded wallet and platinum card he pulls out of his pocket to pay. he has a strange pull to him.

ricky is no stranger to having all eyes on him wherever he goes. but you're different. he feels your eyes burning holes into his skin as you stand behind him. he feels your presence. the way you mindlessly tap your fingers on your thighs as a distraction as you wait for him to get his drink and leave. but he keeps his posture straight, only engaging in conversation with the barista when he has to.

you hear a small thank you come from him, his soft voice startling you as it contrasted greatly from the way he was dressed. you pull your eyes off of him as soon as he bows his head, swallowing hard when you see his shoes turn to you. you take a step forward, not taking into account how close your bodies were.

ricky takes a step towards your direction simultaneously, trying to get a sip before walking out.

but he's unsure of how his drink ended up on the floor. too busy staring at your wide eyes and dropped mouth to notice the way his coffee stained the bottom of your pants an odd shade of brown. he doesn't even take into account the way the line behind the two of you grows more and more impatient with each second that passes.

his heart threatens to jump out of his chest, his composure finally giving into your fervent gaze, "hey, i'm so sorry, are you okay?"

your arms come up immediately, your (f/c) tote bag sliding off your shoulder as you struggle to sign. but his question sounds familiar. it stings at your arm, the cursive letters now golden under your long sleeve as you roll it up to relieve the pinching. you eyes shift from ricky's face to your arm, heat spreading from your face all the way down to your chest.

his large hands pull you to the side, standing beside you to look at your arm. his eyebrows furrow as he pulls his own sleeves up to his elbows, showing you blank milky wrists. but he can feel your pull, as if you were both attached by an invisible string. regardless of how bizarre the situation was, ricky was already planning a future with you in his mind. he hadn't even heard you speak a word but he was enthralled. enchanted by your charming sense of style and eccentric (h/c) hair.

"i'm ricky."

your hands move before you can form a coherent sentence in your mind, i'm y/n.

and suddenly everything clicks for ricky. for once, he is grateful he learned sign language instead of a language he'll never get to use. and he smiles at you, a smile that over time will only be reserved for you.

#this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month.#ricky shen #shen quanrui #ricky x male reader #zerobaseone #zb1 x male reader

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fizpup · 7 months

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If Shanty has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Shanty has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Shanty has only one fan then that is me. If Shanty has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth.

#tfh #them's fightin' herds #shanty #I love you shanty :3 #I drew these one night many months ago in an adderall induced frenzy and then forgot about them #also that baja blast one is a redraw of a post that was sitting in my drafts for over two years. may she finally be free 🫡

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starstruckodysseys · 1 month

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this is the plot of sophomore year right

#dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #this has been in my drafts for OVER A YEAR #it was one of the first posts i drafted. and i genuinely thought i posted it a few months ago #but APPARENTLY NOT

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mob-choir · 1 year

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If I ever end up wanting to curse someone... If I ever end up using my powers for evil... If I ever end up wanting to eradicate people rather than spirits... I wonder if there will be anyone to stop me.

Mob Psycho 100 | S2E03 - S3E10/11/12

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mp100 spoilers #kageyama shigeo #hanazawa teruki #kageyama ritsu #reigen arataka #i've had this in my drafts for exactly two months. when i tell you i lost my mind when i caught this foreshadowing during my rewatch #apologies to shou and his dad for not including them. i had a limited number of pics i could choose #so i went with the body improvement club over them bc the club was there out of concern for mob #while touchirou was there bc he was sent to deal with this and shou was there for his dad #not that that discredits the value and importance of their contribution!#anyway i'm off to have a breakdown over the final episode i'll see you guys in 3-5 business days 😵💫#post.txt

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celestialhole · 5 months

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Simon Riley x GN!reader headcanons

Warnings: Contains NSFW content below the cut, read at your own risk! Sorta proofread, random as fuck but here's your din din. Thinking about Simon Riley who uses his kids as weights for him to lift while working out. Just for fun. He likes hearing his kids laugh and giggle. Simon Riley who gets hella annoyed when your family/extended family buys so much crap for the kids. "The bloody hell they need this for? Don't we already have the damn pool outside!?" Simon looked down at the huge box in their living room, it was a goddamn bouncy house for the little ones. "I dunno Si. We can put it in the frontyar-" "WE ALREADY HAVE THE BALL PIT OUTSIDE!"

Never really celebrated his birthday before meeting you. You started giving him presents, taking him out, and taking him back to hotels (or your home) to ride him til' dawn. Now that you have little ones you all plan a small birthday party for him since he's old and grumpy. You give him one of his favorite desserts, have all the kids pile on him, and show him some love it resulted in him counting to 5 before chasing them all down while you record all of it.

Will fantasize about what life could've been like if his family were still here with him, what it could've been like if they had lived long enough to meet you. He's sure his Mother and Nephew would've loved you, and his brother would tease him n' say something like, "Now you know how it feels, it ain't as bad as you thought huh?" He wished to God he'd get to experience that in another lifetime. In my world, he doesn't celebrate Christmas and we know damn well why. If he's been with you for a long time he'll find a way to make something for you to make it special or he'll buy you something you mentioned wanting a few weeks or months back. But don't expect him to place a big ass tree in his apartment. If you manage to convince him to buy a tree he'll buy it and maybe a few ornaments he likes but the rest you're buying. Riley totally tore that bitch up and trust me, he tried to stop her but it was too early in the morning for that and he didn't want the tree anyways so he just sighs, puts some tea on the kettle grabs his reading glasses and his favorite book, and just relaxes on the couch as his military dog is tearing up your 350$ Christmas tree. "Jesus fucking Christ what happened in here!?" You stumbled over an ornament as you walked into the living room. Simon was chilling peacefully on the couch as Riley held a broken branch in her mouth and they both looked as if there wasn't a shit tone of ornaments and small pieces of the tree everywhere. It looked like a cluster fuck in your living room. "Tree became a chew toy," Simon mumbled. "I can see that.. And you didn't stop her?!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Tried to, then it fell and I gave up," Simon took a sip of his tea and turned a page of the book he was reading. "Oh for fucks sake Simon.." You rubbed your eyes and leaned against the wall. He glanced up at you from the couch with an amused smile and looked back down at his book. "...This is what happens when we don't listen to Simon says-" "I'm kicking you and Riley out." You cut him off.

I see this man with an uncut shave because he's too lazy for that shit, however, if he notices he has a whole ass fucking jungle down there he'll trim it and then leave it alone for another 5 months. A solid 7 inches when soft and hard. Girth? Lots of it. Saggy balls. The type of man who doesn't notice when you get something done (hair, nails, etc). When you ask him if he notices anything different he'll immediately look at your ass to see if those squats did you any good. Speaking of your ass he loves your ass. Flat or thick he's smacking it when he casually walks past you. If you're plus-sized or just thicc it's even better. Don't ever bend over with this man in your perimeter. And it's even worse when you're in front of him and walking up the stairs cause he's staring hard at it. When you bend over he's smacking it, groping it, caressing it, and if he's really bold he's sneaking a quick hump against it. It's all shits and giggles till he's in that position. And you never hold back either. Now he doesn't trust walking up the stairs in front of you because you won't stop poking his ass and he hates it he loves you anyways. Call him daddy and he's not gonna speak or look at you for the rest of the day. You've made him spiritually nauseous good job. HE'S A BODY MAN BUT IN MY WORLD HE'S A THIGH AND TUMMY MAN! Also, I can see him being obsessed with ya nipple piercings if you ever got them. But nipple piercings are one thing, a genital piercing IS ANOTHER THING. Mutual masturbation is a must on the weekend mornings. He'll wake you up with pepper kisses to your neck while his hand is rubbing your tummy, when you wake up he'll gradually run his hands over your chest and pinch your nipple before moving his hand down to caress your arousal. He sucks the skin on your shoulder and neck to pleasure you and when you turn over to stroke his already hardened cock, he groans and moves his hips to slowly thrust his cock along your hand while his fingers slowly speed up. Now imagine his groans + his morning voice. This man loves you with every fiber of his being and tries his very best to make sure you know he loves you no matter what, so don't even think about asking him if he'll still love you as a worm. He'll keep you safely tucked in the pocket of his shirt and feed you noodles. He doesn't give two shits if you're hairy, plus-sized, or "unattractive". He'll cross the Amazon or even Antarctica to eat your ass I'm just saying. Don't protest or even speak, just bend over and let him have fun with his beautiful partner.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #Simon Riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon riley mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost call of duty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #This totally wasn't sitting in my drafts for over a month.#Definitely not.#Letters keep glitching for whatever reason so if you see one just ignore it-

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brotherconstant · 10 months

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BLACK SAILS (2014-2017) LUKE ARNOLD as JOHN SILVER & RICHARD WRIGHT-FIRTH as MULDOON

They say the worst of it don't last long. What the water does to you once it's got you. It makes you cold, makes you scared. It shows you things. Bad things. But then it warms you. It settles you. It shows you the places you've been. Like the people you've loved. They're all there waiting for you. It doesn't sound so bad.

#left this in my drafts for over 6 months 'cause it was giving me nightmares. don't you all wish it'd stayed there #black sails #blacksailsedit #john silver #muldoon #silverdoon #muldoonsilver #luke arnold #richard wright-firth #beegifs #good luck rbing this on mobile. just so you know it was 23 or 24 gifs originally lol #bsedit

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charmac · 6 months

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Sunny in The Sims 4

Paddy's Pub Exterior

Paddy's Interior

Mac and Dennis' Apartment (2nd floor, back)

Charlie's Apartment (2nd floor, front)

Dee's Apartment (3rd floor, back)

The Gang's all here...

#iasip #ts4 #paddys pub #only cc are the two paddys signs :)#also i have floor plans #if people are interested i might chuck them in the reblogs #OK I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS OVER A MONTH AGO #it was in my drafts.#bye oops #anyway #i did this a bit ago when i was extremely chronically unemployed

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hestiashand · 1 year

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i know why the caged bird sings.

#the uchiha brothers have been corroding my mind for the past month….#i made this like weeks ago and just saved it to my drafts bc im slightly embarrassed #but im gonna post it anyways ajksjsks #i’ve never done a web weaving before idk what came over me 🫣🫣#but fr i cant get these two out of my mind theyre so 🚬🚬#always got me in my motions #web weaving #uchiha sasuke #uchiha itachi #uchiha brothers #naruto #long post #jitter bugs u #undescribed

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mmmairon · 2 years

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Master Crepus painted many eagles during his lifetime, but he never could've foreseen creating an eagle with such fire.

#sobbing myself to sleep over my own painting bro #diluc’s character has reached right into my rib cage and ripped my heart out #listened to sirius’ heart while painting this… the morse code in the song caught me off guard so i had to make a tiktok of it heheheeeee #[starts crying hysterically]#i am not ok #it’s been an awful couple days and i’ve just been working on this during my down time and it’s helped a lot #stares you directly in the eye #never become a farmer it’s nothing like harvest moon #anyway #zoe remember that draft of a painting i sent you like 4 months ago #this is it now lol #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fanart #genshin #genshin impact #digital art #illustration #my art #art #painting #digital painting #concept art #fanart #character design #原神 #drawing #edit: master crepus is turning the winery upside down looking for his child #diluc doesn’t rlly have a vision story so my hc is that a beautiful pyro crystalfly blessed by the pyro archon descended and bestowed diluc #a vision

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so-long-soldier-writes · 1 month

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Anatomy Class

kai parker x reader

summary: kai + magic + boredom = trouble

tags: high school au, siphoning, magical fingering, masturbation (semi-public)

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i tagged this right next to my dad; you're both 18 in this!

“You have to promise to use this wisely and not get caught with it. Not in school, and certainly not at home,” you reiterate to Kai for maybe the third time in twenty minutes.

“I know, I know! Trust me, princess, I know the risks.”

“If it runs out, I can give you more, but if my parents suspect something’s up, they’ll find a way to contact yours.”

“But what if I run out before the day’s over and it’s just wasted? If I don’t use it, it drains.”

You sigh. “What are you suggesting?”

“I don’t know… can’t I just play with it a little? I can’t do that much damage during school hours. Worst I could do is make some kid trip over his shoelaces.”

“Kai!”

“I’m kidding! But seriously, Y/N…”

“Okay, I see your point. Do whatever you want with it, just don’t get caught.”

“And if I run out, you’ll give me more?” He hates to sound greedy, but he’s desperate.

“Of course. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not have permanent access, so as little as I use mine, I might as well give it to you.” He nods. “But again, be careful.”

“I will.”

“Okay. We’re coming up on the school now. Take my hand.”

He does, and then you nod to him to siphon. “Tell me when to stop.”

Your hands glow, but it doesn’t hurt. Kai says when he siphons his siblings, it hurts them. But you don’t feel any pain. If anything, your body warms with a tingly, pleasure-like feeling. After about thirty seconds, you start to feel a little dizzy though, and decide that’s a good time to cut him off.

“Stop.”

He drops your hand immediately. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. No pain, just a little dizzy.”

“Okay,” he confirms. He’d hate to hurt the one person who’s ever given him any love and attention.

“How do you feel?”

Kai smiles as the magic runs through his veins. He lets out a small moan that settles in the pit of your stomach. “Good,” he finally answers. He then takes the pencil you’ve stuck behind your ear and makes it float in the air.

“Good,” you say, stopping for a moment to kiss the side of his face. You take your pencil back as the school comes into view. “See you in class?”

“Mhm.”

The two of you walk up to the doors together, then part ways for your first class.

You have third period together, but Kai sits all the way in the back, while you’re in the middle row. The teacher assigned the seats, and rudely placed his kids by favoritism: most engaged in the front; most uninterested in the back. Kai’s incredibly smart, but that comes to his disadvantage in school. Most of the lessons are boring; he passes them with flying colors and faces little challenge completing them. He finishes early, or already understands the material, and ends up tapping his foot or fingers during class. Mr. Peters interprets this as disrespect and boredom.

Today in class, you’re reviewing the different systems in the body. Yet another topic that Kai has practically memorized. The final exam is in three weeks, though with the material being as difficult as it is, Mr. Peters has decided to start studying early. The material isn’t too much of a challenge for you, though Kai still has you beat in that matter.

The man makes a list of topics on the chalkboard, then slowly goes down his list asking and answering questions about each one. He asks something and the class responds, but every so often, someone asks their own question, and he launches into a huge explanation for it. It’s during one of your classmate’s questions that you suddenly start to feel a heaviness in the bottom of your stomach.

Immediately, you put a hand to it. Your mind races to think of what could’ve caused it. You hadn’t eaten anything weird that day, nor have you had any aches or pains all week. In the middle of your train of thought, the feeling shifts lower. There’s a pressure traveling south. In the next moment, it feels like circles being rubbed down along your body. Intentional pressure. Kai.

Your brain provides the reason as soon as you recall your morning: you gave him magic.

“Do whatever you want with it,” you had told him.

Well, he sure is now.

Slowly, you turn to face him. His hands are hidden from sight, inside his desk, but the smile creeping on his face is unmistakable. He’s certainly messing with you.

Stop, you mouth to him.

The bastard only winks.

You turn back around and cross your legs over each other, squeezing them tight. There’s no freaking way he’s doing this in the middle of class.

The pressure suddenly increases. You can almost feel the pads of his fingers touching you - one on your clit, two brushing your folds. You bite your lip so hard it might bleed. Your hands are clenched into fists underneath the table.

“Kai, stop,” you think, hoping there’s even a point one percent chance he can read your mind. He doesn’t, though, and if anything, mimics dipping between your folds, feeling your walls.

“The organs involved in the endocrine system are- Y/N,” your teacher stops mid-sentence to look at you, “are you okay?!”

You release your fists, hoping to look less suspicious. “Yeah. I have a stomach ache. Do you- do you mind if I go to the restroom?”

Mr. Peters hurries to his desk for a hall pass. “Not at all. Go to the nurse if it doesn’t feel better in ten minutes.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You take it and hurry out the door.

You spare a glance at Kai on your way out. He smirks at you when you look at him, but then looks back at his hands, clearly focused. The feeling sharpens, and you dash out the door.

As soon as you reach the bathroom, you fling yourself against the wall in the nearest stall. You’re still biting your lip not to moan, but don’t fight the need that brings you to unbuckle your belt to relieve some of the built-up tension. Criminally, it seems Kai can still control you despite the distance. You can still feel his finger-pads petting your walls. The pressure is still on your clit, and it only grows by the minute.

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling yourself getting close.

You drop two fingers to your clit, rubbing it yourself. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to push your toes against the edge of the toilet to not slip.

“Goddammit, Kai.” It’s a whisper, but you really hope no one else is in the bathroom right then.

You focus on the way he feels on you, as well as the added pressure you’re giving yourself. Within two minutes’ time, you come. It hits you hard. Your knees almost give out, despite the way you tried to hold yourself upright. Your chest heaves; the sensation sends pleasure throughout your whole body. Your vision gets spotty, and soon, your lip starts to bleed. It’s overwhelming in all the best ways.

After another few seconds, Kai seemingly retracts his fingers. You curse him the minute he does, remembering you’re in school, and you’re supposed to be studying in class right now.

The moment you get your bearings, you stumble to your feet and towards the sink. You wash your hands and grab onto the solid material to ground yourself; your brain is still swimming in post-high fuzzies.

“Fuck you, Kai,” you think, again telepathically, hoping he can hear you. If he can, you’d bet your life on the fact that he’s wearing his signature smirk.

When you finally recover, you make your way back to class. You offer Mr. Peters a half smile and report that most of it is gone. “Must’ve been something I ate this morning,” you lie.

He replies with his own smile and a nod, and goes back to teaching.

The moment you sit, you turn to see Kai, who is, in fact, smirking at you. You give him a playful roll of your eyes before turning back to the lesson.

Luckily, that’s his only shenanigan for the day. During lunch and your other classes together, he dares to act innocent. You would scold him for it during lunchtime, but Jo is sitting with you today, preventing that entirely.

The walk back to school provides the perfect timing.

“Malachai Parker,” you say in your best authoritative voice.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Did I do something wrong?! Did I do- you know what you did.”

“I don’t recall.”

“Third period. You and your magic fingers. You-”

“Oh,” he has the nerve to laugh, “that. Did you like that?”

“Did I like that?! Kai, during class?!”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t get caught. I didn’t get caught.”

You scoff. “I did not mean for you to do that!”

“But you liked it. What’d you do in the bathroom?”

“What?!”

“Why’d you go to the bathroom?”

“To hide the fact you were fingering me in class! What do you think I went for?!”

“Did you come?”

“Excuse me?”

“Simple question, princess.”

“I did not-”

“Don’t lie to me now.”

“Fine,” you bite your lip, “I did.”

He smiles. “Got you. Knew you liked it.”

“That was so inappropriate! I’d never think you’d be so bold. And when did you know when to stop? You did, like, ten seconds after I finished.”

He chuckles like it’s a game. “The last five times I’ve fingered you, it’s taken you five minutes on average to come. I watched on my watch; three minutes happened in class, two in the bathroom. I gave ten seconds to spare to either get you there if you needed extra time, or to ride you through it. Turns out, I’m pretty spot on.”

“Putting your brain to great use,” you mumble, “and my magic.”

Suddenly, he looks nervous. “You’re still gonna give it to me, right? I didn’t lose my chances to have it, did I? Because I can behave. Y/N, I promise. It won’t happen again.”

You change your attitude to match his. “Oh, baby, no. No, I’m not like that. Don’t you worry about stuff like that. I’m still gonna give you magic, even if you use it in questionable ways.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But one condition.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Wait until actual study time, like in the library, to do it. Not in class. Unless we’re watching a movie.”

“Deal.”

“Good.”

“I love you, you little weasel.”

He scrunches his nose at the nickname. “I love you, too.” Then he chuckles. “I fingered you in class.”

“Kai!”

#this has been in my drafts for months #i'm on a new medication that's tanking my sex drive and i'm struggling to write smut lately #probably tmi but i have no filter with y'all #anyway #kai parker x reader #malachai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #kai parker oneshot #kai parker smut #high school au #characters are over 18!

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