#didnt hear the sounds of it going off because of playing music so it was a huge wtf just happened dndndjd

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warnings/content ahead: bsf!chris x virgin!reader, smut, oral fem!receiving (eating out yess), suggestive, p in v, fingering, pet names (princess), Fritos, missionary, and more come find out

BANG

Your roommate had just left to see her family for the next week, which meant you had the apartment all to yourself for a full 7 days. You were ecstatic, immediately letting Chris know.

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brobrobro

guess what rn

You type excitedly, your fingers practically shoving a hole through your phone screen. The message immediately goes to seen, and you watch bubbles pop up, indicating he was typing.

You finally came to your senses and decided to move out of that disgracefully small apartment ?

dude no

you know i can't afford that shit

im staying here until i start making the bag i deserve !!!

Right

now guess

You cut all your hair off and went bald

Please tell me you went bald

Actually no

Please tell me you didnt go bald

nah not bald 💔

I GOT THE WHOLE APARTMENT TO MYSELF;!!!! FOR A WEEK!!

Holy fuck

The caps had me go BLIND trying to read

where's the happiness and the cheer

you better start typing back in caps.

YES! 😭 YOU HAVE THE ENTIRE PLACE TO YOURSELF!!

FOR HOW LONG? A WEEK I HEAR? IT'S ALMOST LIKE YOURE AN ADULT!

THAT MUST BE WHY I'M HEARING FOLK MUSIC AND TAP DANCING OUTSIDE! 

god bless ☝️ now come over so we could politely watch a movie

hmmmm Depends

what movie is it

Ya Momma! 😂😅

sounds amazing

I'll be there in a few

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You close your phone, getting up to quickly clean the place around you.

Chris was no stranger to you, you two had known each other since the day he threw up on you in middle school. He had caught a bug and unfortunately he sat behind you. You didn't really understand how throw up could reach past a desk capacity but it had somehow made it into your hair. Disgusting, horrific week. But he made it up to you.

For him, he moved to LA for work reasons. He was famous, although he didn't like to admit it, nor did it really feel like it for him. You moved because of college, the moment you two graduated out of highschool, it was as if the universe worked hard to get you two closer. And, it worked. You guys were closer now than you were in school.

You would split the rent with your roommate, which was already an expensive bunch, considering this was LA. But Chris would constantly insist on helping you out financially, paying for most of your things when you would practically beg him not to. You had a hard time receiving stuff, but Chris had a problem with giving. You two balanced each other out in that aspect.

You hear a knock on the door, already knowing who it is. It doesn't take you long to reach it. "Why are you holding Fritos?" You ask, huffing a laugh at the weirdly large bag of chips in his hand as he enters your apartment and heads for your bedroom.

"'Cus I wanted Fritos." He answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world, flopping on your bed as you follow him to your room. You notice a few pairs of socks on the floor that you failed to pick up, doing so. "You know, I had to like, Uber here. You know how fucking crazy that is? Ubering to your place? Fucking embarassing." Chris complains, taking off his shoes and cuddling up in your bed.

"Why didn't you just ask Matt?" You wonder, folding your clothes. "Matt didn't want to. I need to get my drivers license, bro. Shit is getting ridiculous." He opens his bag of chips, and your head snaps up. "Chris." You warn as he looks you dead in the eye, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly raises a chip to his mouth. 

"Chris, I swear to God if you drop a single crumb on my bed."

"I won't." He says, before dropping the chip back in the bag.

"I'm not hungry." He folds the chip bag and places it on your nightstand beside your bed. "You get what I mean though?" He asks, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair. "Like, I cant ask Matt to fucking, I dont know, drive me to a hook-up or something." He huffs, exasperated from the imaginary scenario he created.

You sit beside him, nodding like you agree, grabbing the TV remote and opening up a streaming platform for movies on your TV. "Oh fuck, imagine I like, pull up to a bad bitches house in an Uber. That's so fucking wild." This time you laugh, "Ubering to get your shit sucked is crazy." You say, scrolling through the endless options of what to watch.

"You ever done that? Ubering to a sneaky links house or something?" Chris asks you, sitting up on your bed. You take a second to answer. "Well, I have my drivers license." You don't know why that would qualify as an answer, but you say it anyway. "But you don't have a car." Chris reminds you. "Right." You confirm, looking at your TV, pretending to be really interested in finding something to watch.

"So? Have you?" He questions with a chuckle, not really sure where you were going with that. "Chris, I'm a virgin." You grin at the irony. A second passes and he realizes you were being serious, his jaw drops. "You're joking."

You shake your head, turning to look at him. "But– you're like, a whore." He says, you scoff, "I'm not a whore?"

"Yeah, you are." He shrugs.

"No, I'm not. I literally just told you I'm a virgin." You put the remote down. "That's why I'm shocked, you would tell me about a new boy every week and then forget about them." He says. You pop a shoulder. "I just never felt comfortable enough with them."

"Oh." He mutters. "So you didn't bang?" He draws out.

"So I didn't bang." You confirm.

"You're nuts, you would say the most diabolical shit about them too." He points a finger at you. "I'm most definitely not." You push his finger down. "How old are you again, 19?"

"19 and untouched." You wink, he stares at you for a moment. "What? Can't wrap your head around the fact I've never been creampied?"

You watch Chris close his eyes, wait for a moment, then open them again. "I'd like for you to wrap your head around it."

"What?"

You two burst out laughing.

-

This movie was devastatingly long and the Fritos on the bedside table were completely neglected.

You and Chris were staring at the TV, both of you pretending to be interested in what was going on. Truth was, you both were lost in your own train of thought.

Chris had resorted to an extra pillow over his lap with his mind racing in all different directions. In his defense, he was human. Once you admitted to him that you were a virgin, he could help but think of all the ways that he could strip that away from you. How easy it would be for him to just bend you over and take that purity away from you.

It wasn't the first time he'd thought of you this way, he couldn't help it. You were gorgeous, and he got lucky with the fact that you were interesting. You were probably the only girl he'd met with a soul as beautiful as her face, that's what made you so special to him.

His eyes quickly darted to yours, who were watching the movie with such intent, he saw the screen reflect in your eyes, a new scene playing. The room was dark, the only light being produced was from the illuminated TV, keeping the place a simple shade of dull blue. His sight drags down to your lips. Your full, plump lips.

Chris wonders if you've ever wrapped them around dick before, sucking just as attentively as you were watching that movie. Sliding your tongue across the tip as you slowly pushed the rest in your mouth, your eyebrows arching as you began to stroke the rest of him. Even then, you'd still be considered a virgin.

You turned to look at him, feeling his gaze on you for too long. He didn't bother looking back, holding your stare as you tried putting together what he was thinking of. "Chris?" You asked with the same lips he was just thinking of. "Hm?" He hums, his eyes lazily back on your mouth, studying every word you form. "You okay?"

He nods, you furrow your eyebrows. He was definitely lost in thought. You lower the volume of the movie and he looks back up at you. "Are you celibate?" He asks, out of nowhere. You're taken by surprise, but answer nonetheless. "Not really?"

"Not really." He repeats on his tongue, as if testing the way it would feel on there. "Okay." He says, voice as low as it could get. "You were just never comfortable?" You nod, confirming it. You watch as his eyes slowly brush over every part on your face, eventually resting on your eyes. Through the enlightenment of the TV screen, you watch his dark pupils dilate over his blue eyes. "Would you be comfortable with me?" He finally asks, voice low. You swallow.

He had multiple strands of hair fly messily in multiple directions, some over his forehead. You raise a hand to neat a messy one on his head down, using two fingers to get rid of any potential knots, soothing your hand through it as he bends his head down, letting you. "Yeah." You answer. "I would."

He lifts his head up, his grin soft but undeniable."You wanna test it out?" You felt your heart cage within itself, but as the second passed you realized you wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else. You have been waiting for this moment for a while, a really, really long and dreadful while.You stared at his fidgeting finger before looking back up at him. A simple nod does the trick, and a hand is on the side of your jaw, guiding your mouth to his. You've kissed before, he knew that, but he was still treating you like a delicate flower. His lips pressed against yours and his hand was soft against your skin. You kissed back harder, licking his lips, forcing them open, insinuating for him to let loose.

Both hands go to grab each side of your face this time, kissing you hungrily as he moves himself from beside you to in front of you. Your neck is cranned up as he sits up onto his knees. You raise your hands and slip them under his shirt, feeling his bare skin as they slide down his torso. He pulls away, immediately taking his shirt off.

You looked up at him, his gaze lingering harshly on you as he stared you down. You bit your lip as he slowly grasped the bottom hem of your T-shirt. "Arms up." He orders, and you lift them. He takes the shirt off of you, bunching it up and throwing it to the side of your room. You aren't sure what to do, you hadn't exactly worn a bra under that. You cross your arms over your chest for some sort of coverage, but Chris quickly laces his fingers around your wrist. "It's okay." He tells you, slowly dragging your arms down. "Are you okay?" He asks soft enough to send a shutter down your spine. "I'm okay." You confirm, he leans down to kiss you once more, pulling away just as soon as his lips meet yours, going to take all of you in. Your body felt hot, your chest feeling as if it was steaming the way he memorized each of your curves. He looked up at you, making direct eye contact as he began to take one tit in his mouth as the other was being caressed by his hand. You throw your head back, surprising yourself with a moan as he begins to give you open-mouthed kisses, his tongue grazing over your nipple, validating its hardness.

His mouth begins to trail back up to your collarbone, leaving desperate kisses until he's reached your neck as his empty hand trailed down the side of your hips, his thumbs curling onto the elastic of your pants, pulling them down as he bit down a hickey. You gripped onto his hair, pulling onto the section that fell above the back of his neck as he distracted your mouth with tongue-filled kisses, but you were extremely aware of the hand that had slipped into your panties, two fingers suddenly pressing against you. You whimper.

"Everything okay, princess?" He breathily asks, watching your face scrunch up as he begins to rub your cunt. "So wet for me, how long have you been dreaming of this?" He tries to catch your eyes but they're sewed shut, the soft noises coming from your mouth giving him all the answers you need. His soft and lengthy fingers suddenly pump into you, and you gasp. "Chris." You utter, feeling him pump in and out of you as his thumb grazes harshly onto your clit. You flinch. "Chris." You moan louder.

"That's right, say my name." He says as he pumps you faster, his other hand grabbing the secure of your jaw. He wanted to feel your mouth back on his, he wanted to feel your moans and whines on his mouth. The clench in your stomach reaches an all time high and your hips buckle. Your stomach loosens and you feel your loud moans muffle harder by Chris's refusal to leave your lips, you feel him smirk under the kiss as you cum all over his fingers. "Feel good?" He questions, your nodding is instant and he laughs at the quickness of your answer. Your hand follows his hair as he begins to lower himself, kissing your stomach, thighs, and then your pussy. His tongue trails down your slit, his mouth collecting what had just been your orgasm. Your thighs immediately close around him, your legs going over his shoulders and crossing at your ankles. It was safe to say you've never been eaten out. Until now. And it was heavenly.

Your hands push down on his head, feeling his nose press against you and a huff of laughter giving your pussy a breathy gust of air. "So needy." He hums, licking your folds.

Embarrassingly enough, you reached your second orgasm, pulling hard onto his hair. He looked up at you, smiling with his teeth as white liquid drooped down them and off his chin. He fixes his posture, sitting up but still between your legs.

Catching your breath, you glare at him. "Still a virgin though." He sings the last word happily, memorizing the image in front of him as his hands massaged your thighs.

"You gonna change that or what?" You finally muster up a few real words, challenging him. He raises an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"Take your pants off for me? Let me feel you, Chris." You tell him, sounding awfully like a whiney, desperate order. The smirk is still playing on his lips, looking at you through his messy hair. "And to think you'd had enough."

"You promised me something, remember?" You palm his dick through his sweatpants, feeling him rock hard against your hand. Instinctively, he pushes his hips into your hand, and you squeeze his large size, whimpers sneak from his mouth. "It's obvious you hadn't had enough, though."

Chris wastes no time shoving his pants off taking it right down with his boxers. His dick springs up and you need a moment to register. Okay, woah.

"Finally fuck me?" You wonder. His grip on your hips were tight, as if he was keeping himself from suddenly ramming himself into you, keeping in mind you were trusting him with your virginity. "Finally." He confirms, the idea of fucking you in his mind since the moment he was able to form a thought like that.

He slowly enters himself in you, and your hand clasps around your mouth, trying to keep yourself from screaming at the sudden stretch. He clicks his tongue, letting out a series of curse words. "Fuck, you are so tight." You answer him by pushing yourself onto his cock as he holds you down. You clench yourself around him and he audibly moans, slowly rocking his hips back and forth. Each thrust was long, slow, and wet, you soaked up each movement desperately.

With his hand still holding onto you, he drops his head to look at the sin you two were participating in, guiding your hips in and out of him. Each pull rhythmic as he pushed himself deeper into you as you clench, trying to get used to the feeling. Your whimpers got louder as he went faster, hypnotized by the scene in front of him. He wanted to keep this memory locked in his head forever, how beautiful you looked sprawled against your bed, moaning his name as he thrusted in and out of you, taking away your virginity.

For a moment it all seemed too good to be real, and he went faster, wanting to see just how the narrative in front of him would go. The thrusts harsher and quicker, you gripped the sheets hard and your moans grew louder. "Taking me so well, princess." He hit your G-spot three times too fast, and you practically blasted him with cum. You tried warning him, but he seemed lost in his own mind. As if on cue, he pulled out the moment you came all over his dick. "Fuck." He followed that up with your name, finishing as his orgasm splattered on your stomach and chest, where he'd specifically aim it there.

He flops down on the empty spot beside you, both you guys attempting to catch your breath. A few seconds of shocked but comfortable silence pass.

He turns his head to look at you. "Good or nah? Wanna try again?"

"What, like, take my virginity again?"

"Yeah."

"How about we try a nice shot at my first ever aftercare, yeah? Then I'll consider it."

"Right, of course."

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[binniebakery]

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College AU Bestfriend!Beomgyu x Gn!Reader .. not exactly fluff! kinda suggestive? ♡ Warnings: thunder? rain? ig being in the dark? my first time writing kissing .. my first time actually writing ANYTHING so it might be bad im so sorry guys ♡ A/N: this is my first little fic (if you could call it that)! i literally hate it but i think i got the point across LOLL regardless i hope someone will enjoy please lmk what you think <3 lowercase intended + not proofread ~

7:32 pm. sighing softly, you placed your phone that was softly playing your favorite tunes back down on the small table over your lap. you tapped your pencil on the table in frustration as you once again for the fifth time readjusted your legs on the bed of your best friend's bedroom. time was going by excruciatingly slow and it didnt help that this math problem was taking you a million years to solve. the sun had already set outside and heading back to your dorm seemed less favorable by the minute. hearing a soft shuffle from the other side of the room you looked up at your best friend. rain began to patter outside. looks like you'll be staying for longer than you intended. beomgyu, who had his deep-colored headphones on was moving his head to the music as he wrote down notes from his study guide. his hair softly wrapped around his features most attractively. you began to mentally trace the lines of his nose, his eyes… his lips.. the dim lighting of the room adding more charm to his aura. "y/n..? are you okay? i could feel you burning holes into my head." beomgyu said as he shook off his headphones to fully put his attention was on you. snapped out of your daze, you mentally kicked yourself as you felt embarrassment creep onto your cheeks. how long had you been staring at him for..? "sorry gyu. if i was staring i didnt mean to" you softly laughed, trying to seem nonchalant and cool about the situation. beomgyu, seeing your embarrassment, chuckled at your reaction. "youre okay, i know you look at me because im cute" he grinned and you rolled your eyes. "oh shut up! you know i was daydreaming. i cant focus on this assignment anyways, its too hard. i think im gonna just finish it tomorrow." you smiled as you threw a pillow at him. he was always cheeky when he had the opportunity. anything to see you react. "daydreaming? so you do think im cute?" he grinned wider after recovering from your pillow attack. you huffed and placed the table that was on your lap onto the ground. "you know youre so-.. ugh and what if i do think you're cute?! what would you even do about it, huh?" you retaliated as you sat on the edge of his bed, now fully facing him. you faked a pout as you were feeling a bit bolder than usual today. your homework giving you enough pent-up rage to have the energy to give in to his bickering.

"okay well i dont know how much truth there is to that but if you really meant that id probably kiss you." your eyes widened at his response. you see beomgyu's face turn into an unreadable expression. he hadnt realized you were only half joking and fully meant the compliment, but it was too late and by the time he caught wind that you were actually flustered he felt his stomach flip. even he was shocked by his own words. he slipped. had he said too much? after a few seconds of silence that felt like minutes. the rain outside seemed to get louder. his eyes finally met yours and you looked away. you felt your heart pounding at the thought of you saying too much. both of you overthinking the situation and awkwardness that you both never have had before taking place. you and beomgyu have never had an awkward moment like this. normally you both laugh things off but this time felt different. "you trust me right?" his voice sounded sincere. this tone was rare for you to hear from him but you knew immediately he was being genuine with his question. "h- huh? yeah of course.. why?" you responded. "okay well.." you noticed beomgyu was now fiddling with his headphones, it seemed like he was turning all the gears in his head to get out what he wanted to say. "y/n.. theres a chance you may have not been telling the truth but if you were- look regardless if you meant it, i meant what i said." you could feel your stomach turning. he hardly flirted with you but when he did it always felt different from his usual teasing. you never said anything though, in fear of ruining your friendship. yet you always thought about what it would be like if he also returned the feelings you felt.

the room's atmosphere seemed to change. suddenly you were both hyper-aware of his neon led light being the only source of light aside from his computer. your playlist had stopped and the silence felt unbearable. in one swift move, he stood up, and turned off the led light on his wall.

the room was a lot darker now, his computer screen's light being the only way of telling you what he was going to do next. you watched as he plopped down next to you. he was so close that you could see the slight tinge of pink on his ears. your senses began to be filled with the light scent of his cologne. "i.. look- the only way i can say or do this is if the lights are off- im not trying to be weird its just you make me so nervous.. i cant look at you." he mumbled as he looked at your hands resting on your lap. it was so dark and both your hearts were racing. "gyu.. " was all you could muster with his hands now softly on yours.

"can i…" beomgyu began as he leaned in closer, only centimeters away from your face. his eyes staring intently into yours. he had this look of pure admiration, nervousness and love. it was all too surreal. realizing what he was asking, you silently nodded as you stared at his lips. he pressed his forehead on yours, the thick tension in the air causing your body to tingle in anticipation. as you felt his hair softly tickle your features from him leaning in, your lips connected. he kissed you oh so softly as he held your cheek gently. your hands, as if moving on their own, were softly placed on his arms. his lips softly moving along your own. he was patient. it felt as if he was waiting for you to respond, unsure if what he was doing was okay with you. you moved your head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss, causing him to sigh. it was all he needed to know you felt the same. his hands moved to your waist as you settled your fingers into his long hair. softly pushing him towards you to intensify the kiss. all that could be heard was the rain outside aside from the soft exchange of sighs and hands roaming. "ive liked you for so long.. you have no idea.." he began between kisses. it was all passionate, slow, and tender as if he was handling you like glass. his hands pulled your waist impossibly closer to his. he separated first, leaving you craving for more. "trust me, i liked you so much i was so scared you didnt feel the same way despite you teasing me the way you did." you chuckled as you pecked his cheek. "you drive me insane.." he softly spoke. "y/n, every time i tried to say something.. my brain just went to mush.. its so bad i swear. i could only be this confident with the lights off.." beomgyu laughed as his eyes began to trail your facial features. he was admiring every curve and feature, and at that point, both your faces were impossibly red. "gyu.. can you just.. kiss me again..?" your voice came out hardly a whisper. "i like you so much i feel like im going insane from the way you just confessed." he smiled fondly at your words and nodded, leaning in once again. as soon as your lips touched you could both practically feel the electricity pouring through your bodies. as if on cue, thunder struck the moment you connected again. your arms wrapped impossibly tight around him, slightly tugging and playing with his hair. his arms remained at your waist, slightly circling over the shirt you wore. you could feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric.

his tongue slightly swiped along your lips for permission, and you parted your lips in response. having his tongue explore your mouth had your brain going numb. time felt like it had stopped, with just the rain as your only witness to the quiet whispers and confessions that only you two could hear. when you both finally were running out of breath, you separated with beomgyu looking into your eyes. you stared back, lips equally as glossy as his. "are you.. going back to your dorm yet?" thunder struck once again, as if responding to his question. you smiled. "its raining a little too hard dont you think?" beomgyu chuckled, realizing how silly his question was. "yeah. youre right, i think you should stay." you bit your lip as you pulled off each other, both of you immediately missing the warmth. beomgyu shook his head fixing his now fluffed hair thanks to you as he ran his fingers through. he then stood up to turn the led light he had turned off previously back on. "so.. how about we watch a movie?" he spoke as the light clicked. you could almost burst into laughter from the question given the events that just happened a minute prior. give it to choi beomgyu, your best friend, to turn a situation less awkward by simply being his charismatic self. the personality you fell for since day one of knowing him.

"sure gyu, but.." you trailed off, shy about what you were about to say next. honestly, could this get any more awkward? "yeah?" he turned to you and tilted his head in that attractive way he does. "leave the lights off." you looked at him with a shy smile. he flushed at your words. and for the last time again, lightning struck. "yeah.. lights off" he replied, led light clicking once again.

#tomorrow x together #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #txt scenarios #txt imagines #beomgyu x y/n #BakeryTreat♡

[svnnysidez]

fake dating with gojo plsss

oh my lord i went off with this one guys idk what arose in me when i was writing this but lord. tysm for the ask anonnie!!

Fake Dating Gojo Satoru

warnings: fake dating (obviously), non curse au, fem!reader, implied gojo beating the shit out of people, oral (f reciving), gojo is PISSED, other guys oogling reader, gojo kinda has a sharing problem

note: this is kinda a little drabble. not proof read and i wrote this at 6 am saurrr.

fake dating gojo… he asks you to come with him to a business meeting because everyone there will have a girl on their hip besides him and he just wants someone to be there with him

fake dating gojo… you said no at first but then he practically started BEGGING you to go with him, and to get him to stop being annoying you said yes

fake dating gojo… the long awaited day comes and he had bought you a pretty silk red dress that hugged your curves so nicely. so thats why he was asking for your measurements.

fake dating gojo… you finally arrived at the venue where the meeting was taking place. though it was hardly a meeting, more of a party.

fake dating gojo… you catch onto him and he relents telling you that its not a business meeting but it is a cocktail party with all of the people from his company and he still wanted a pretty girl to show off.

fake dating gojo… he didnt leave you alone for one second, always having his arm draped around you in some sort of capacity

fake dating gojo… all of the guys gojo opted to talking to staring you down. you could feel all their eyes on you, getting kinda uncomfortable you pulled on gojos suit jacket to get him to pay attention to you rather then whatever the hell he was talking about

fake dating gojo… you’d told him what was happening and he told you to go wait by the bar. you could see on his usual happy face that he was not in a good mood anymore. you felt kinda bad because he was having a good time and you felt as if you ruined it.

fake dating gojo… you complied when he told you to wait at the bar taking yourself over to it and sitting on one of the barstools as you distracted yourself with ordering a drink.

fake dating gojo… you had made conversation with a few guys that had been sitting to your right while you waiting for gojo. telling them that you came with someone but he was dealing with something right now so he sent you over here, the two men murmured to eachother, you not being able to hear because of the music playing.

fake dating gojo… you continued conversing with the two men til you felt a hand on your shoulder. turning back you saw the once calm man kinda disheveled. he tells you that your leaving and you complied with him. waving goodbye to the two guys that were at the bar.

fake dating gojo… you had practically been dragged out of the venue and tossed into the car. “satoru whats going on.” you voiced to him and in response he just grumbled. putting the car in gear but before he could start driving you put your hand over him on the gear shift.

fake dating gojo… before you knew what was happening you were in the back seat of his expensive car your dress was hiked up as gojo ate you out.

“ngh, satoru!” you could feel his tongue somehow go deeper into your pussy. he was murmuring shit against your heat but you couldnt tell what he was saying. the only thing you heard was your own moans and the sound of your head pounding. “fucking people in there. how do they not know you’re mine, i can only look at you like that.” you moaned hot at his words. you weren’t interested in going to this so called business meeting but you were so glad you agreed.

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#jjk x reader smut #jjk smut #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #svnnysidez createsఌ

[uvjellyfish]

interesting tidbits of the famitsu interview

-apparently they didnt know what side order was even going to be until after splat 3's release, which maybe explains some things

-the palettes for characters that arent inkling/octoling are based more on what they might use if they could or what fit their vibes

-pearls space suit cost 200 million cash cause she wanted to be out of this world, and marina made her tentacles galaxy-colored to match

- apparently the chips making sound in the menu wasnt planned, and all the sounds come from off the hook songs. they also mention being able to hear something during the first fight with overlorder, so if youre curious, when you pick up all the chips and play them in order going back and forth each row it plays the chorus of ebb & flow (its a little hard to parse but its there)

(these are about the bosses)

-the bumpers in pinging marciales arena are soy sauce holders. in its second phase the bumps on its shell are holding rice. good ol splatoon design lol

-asynchronus rondo is a sushi conveyer, and was meant to be a hospitality robot before it was corrupted by order. also the sounds its making may be a corruption of a memory as well (i assume the same goes for Ball)

-paralell canon is not literally agent 4, it is just a copy of them

-the memories seen in different stages are actually being burned and ejected from the tower, thats what the "snow" is

-the shapes and lights in the square/foyer that react to the music are plankton. the denizens of the square seem to be manifestations of the programming. cipher is unique because it gained sentience after order started sucking people in and it came into contact with those conciousnesses

-pearl stays a drone because she likes to be tall

-absolute scraps of octarian lore but ill take it

-acht did finally leave the underground after side order and is living off the royalties of their music. good for them

-iso padre is in the square because of the ufo catcher

-i hit the image limit but the reason pearls step off song is off the hooks news intro is because of marinas memories and desire for them to stay together <3

#splatoon #take things with a grain of salt since im using machine translation btw

[ccaramel-llow]

I present to you: A request featuring Jax, Zooble, Gangle, and Caine with a musician s/o because DAMMIT it sounds adorable

Reader’s a goofy fella, real silly, they can play a BUNCH of instruments, sing well, dancing, they love it

but they can be a shut in sometimes 👉👈

seeing as Zooble does the theme song (and has to rework it when someone new shows up-) and I just get the vibes you can’t convince me that Zooble isn’t at least a little bit of music nerd /lh /j

(i am also a music nerd tbh, Thats why me and zooble are marri WOAH WHO SAID THAT)

JAX

. Honestly he'd ask you to to play an instrument over someone while their speaking because hes a little evil shit you know?

. Makes fun of you and says your music sucks when he secretly loves it when you play.

, He finds you attractive and hot if you play the guitar while screaming angst-y shit if your emo like that/j , but he bullies you for doing that as well.

, He'd ask you to teach him how to play the drums while your speaking to someone. not because hes jealous or anything, Nope. He is.

, He sucks ASS and DOG SHIT at dancing. Expect him to step on your feet if you try to dance together.

, Since you're a "shut in" He tries to get you out more but then later gives up and just comes into you're room or personal business without warning to smother you with his so called " Love language " (Which is just bothering you until you yell at him to shut the fuck up)

, Hides in your room to listen to you play, Or sits outside your room just so he can hear you play.

, Loves it when you sing, He has to fight his demons and intrusive thoughts (he wants to sing along with you to rizz you up COU-)

, Beats up and bullies anyone who says you aren't great at playing, Dancing, Etc.

" My lover IS the best musician here. Wanna repeat that you little s(*&$! ?"

ZOOBLE

, They pretend like they don't care. Like at all.

, Although, In reality they care and love your music a lot! They even ask you to teach them how to play an instrument

, Zooble would always listen and be there for you when you played, Enjoying the soft/Rough melody of a song that you were presenting for them in a private space.

, Tell's everyone to shut up when your about to play, And mask's their excitement with anger.

, Their eye's shine when you pull out an instrument and their eyes go dull whenever you weren't gonna play.

, Ask's you to play a song sometimes when their in a bad mood.

, Zooble also cannot dance for jack SHIT. Do not try to teach them how to dance. They'll go insane i swear.

, Since you're a shut in, She always asks if you're busy or not, Or if your comfortable or stressed before asking to play a song because they dont want you to get overwhelmed.

, Adores your voice, And always secretly makes sure you dont over stress your voice out.

, Compliments you when you're finished singing.

" You did great out there. Uh, Hope you dont mind teaching me how to play soon?... "

GANGLE

, She LOVES It when you play calming melodies using your preferred instrument.

, Probably asks you to play the violin as she stares at you with heart shaped eyes.

, Would go feral on Jax if he breaks your instrument on purpose and cry with you in your room trying to comfort you.

, Smothers you with a lot of compliments when you are finished playing.

, Rants about you often to show you off and because you cant get off her mind.

, She smiles brightly when you play an instrument.

, I feel like she'd be an okay dancer!! She'd ask you to dance every now and then, But if you dipped her during dancing she'd be extremely flustered and her eyes would turn into the shape of a heart.

, Likes to hum along with you while you sing. Gangle really is inlove with your voice and starts to just doze off while admiring you.

" (Name) Is the very best person i had ever met... I hope xey play more melodies soon!! I love it when they sing.... BUT YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM M-"

CAINE

, He would honestly go ' AWOOGA HOT DAMN ' all over you.

, Can play piano, Please let him duet with you.

, Stares at you with lovey dove-y goo goo eyes while playing, Admiring you as you both play, Definitely not imagining you guys making out.

, Like Gangle, He too smothers you with compliments but extreme. Like, He's peppering your face with teeth kisses if given consent.

, Since he's short, He'd love to dance with you!! He has to float if your too tall, But if your the same height, He attempts to pull the spin and dip move on you to rizz you up.

, ADORES YOUR SINGING. SING FOR HIM PLEASE.

, He always records you singing and listens to you singing in his free time while thinking about you.

, Would always try to get you to open up since your a shut in. If your always in your room, He always tries to get you out because he's afraid you would reach your breaking point and abstract. He cant lose you.

" My dearest is the absolute best at playing instruments, Dancing, And all that stuff... Oh how much i love xem.... What do you mean they aren't?"

#digital circus #tadc zooble #tadc x reader #tadc #tadc gangle #tadc jax #tadc gangle x reader #tadc jax x reader #musician reader #x reader #fluff #romantic x reader #slightly obsessive? #Idk #tadc caine

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

Dancing in the Kitchen

Life Lessons Track 1

*italicized lines are lyrics from the song (or just slightly altered)*

July 2023

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May 2020

6 more minutes. The drive from the airport seems to be taking forever, but you know thats just because of where you’re headed. The bright lights of Monaco shimmer as the road curves and you’re home. The taxi pulls up in front of the building and you hop out, heading inside.

“Ms y/n! I didnt know you were coming today, would you like me to call up?” Henri the doorman exclaims as you give him a wave. “No thanks Henri, I’m hoping to surprise him. But here, this is for you.” You pass him one of the bottles you’re holding, “Tell the mrs I say hello and we’ll have to catch up when im back for a bit longer!” The elevator doors open and you bid him goodbye before grabbing the lift.

Knocking on the door, you wait. Joris said he was home, but that was half an hour ago so you’re hoping that hasn’t changed, when you hear music playing and someone singing along. It brings a smile to your face, and you knock again. Of course you have a key, but you think this will be more fun.

“Un moment!” He calls and the lock clicks. The door opens and Arthur’s standing in front of you.

“Damn it. Shh” you whisper.

“Uh, I should leave shouldn’t I?” The younger Leclerc responds.

A smirk graces your lips, “probably”. He rolls his eyes and heads back to the kitchen, telling his brother that somethings come up and he has to head out. As he passes you waiting in the living room he sticks his tongue out. Very mature, you mouth, before heading to the kitchen door to watch.

Charles is so into whatever he’s cooking that he doesn’t look up until you clear your throat. “Arthur, I though you left” he says as he turns. When his eyes lock with yours, he freezes and drops the tray he’s holding.

“Hey champ,” falls from your lips as his brain starts working again and he jumps over the mess on the floor to pull you into his arms and spins you around.

“What, wha….” You giggle as he can’t seem to complete his thoughts.

“We didnt get a chance to properly celebrate your win” you hold up the bottle of champagne in your hand. His hands rise to grasp the side of your face and bring you in for a kiss. You pour all your love into that kiss, all the hours of missing him while you’re on tour and he’s off to the races, all the missed phone calls and uncelebrated moments.

All of a sudden, the fire alarms going off. The two of you break apart and you giggle as Charles starts panicking

“Oh no, the chicken” and waves a tea towel in front of the oven to clear the smoke. He looks back at you and shrugs.

“Pizza?”

“Pizza” nodding, you pull up the number for your favourite place that delivers.

The music changes in the background to something slower, and you grin as you hear the first few notes. He bows and offers you a hand, pulling you in for a dance. Resting your head on his chest, you listen to the sound of his heart.

“I miss you” you whisper, “all the time. I didn’t think it would be this hard”

A single tear rolls down your cheek before Charles is gently lifting you chin so your eyes meet his. “Hey, I miss you too. All the damn time. It feels like my heart isn’t whole unless you’re next to me. But we’re both shooting for the stars, achieving the things we only dreamt of as kids. Doing what we were meant to do. Okay? Je t’aime tellment et mon coeur t’appartient” (I love you so much and my heart is yours)

Nodding, you whisper the sentiment back, before pulling away and pointing to the bottle of Dom you brought. “I’m so proud of you. You finally did it.”

Last weekend, he’d won the Monaco GP in front of all your family and friends. It hurt that you couldn’t be there to celebrate with him, so you made it your mission to find a way home as soon as possible, even if it’s just for the night.

The corners of his mouth turn up, “that for me amour?” Biting your lower lip, you smile “yeah, but….”

His eyebrow quirks like he knows what youre about to ask. “Can I spray it?” You ask sheepishly

He nods, laughing at your request, knowing that you’ve always enjoyed watching that part of the podium celebration and wanted to try it yourself. Grinning, you grab the bottle and pop the cork, dousing him lightly in champagne.

Charles grabs the bottle off you and returns the favour, soaking with you and the kitchen floor before taking a swig from the bottle. You pass the bottle back and forth as he pulls you back in to dance, both of you gradually getting tipsier. Champagne drips onto the floor as you sway to the sweet sounds of La Vie en Rose.

“You’re supposed to be in New York” he whispers, like saying it any louder will make you disappear.

“I’d rather be right here where you are. I took the long way from Singapore since we had a 3 day break. Its just for the night but I had to see you.”

“You know, we always seem to end up here.”

You’re confused, “at home?”

He shakes his head, looking a bit ridiculous “no, we both fly around the world, all over for work, but we always end up back here, dancing in the kitchen.”

Foreheads pressed together, you press a sweet kiss to his lips “I could spend a thousand nights right here. Dancing in the kitchen with you for the rest of my life.”

“As long as I’ve got you, everything will be okay” he mutters against your lips

“I’m forever yours”

Lost in your own world, dancing slowly around his kitchen, you both jump when a knock sounds.

“The pizza” you burst out in laughter as Charles goes to open the door, dripping Champagne all over the living room like a wet dog.

The rest of the night is spent curled up on the couch, talking about everything and nothing before you fall asleep tangled together. The next morning bring a teary goodbye as you head to the airport, unsure when the next time you’ll be together in person will be.

xx

#Spotify #charles leclerc x reader #life lessons:the album #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #f1 instagram au #jj writes shit #ferrari #instagram au #charles leclerc fic #f1 blurb #f1 series #Charles Leclerc x famous reader #exes to lovers #maybe;) #formula 1

[nightmaree-eyess]

One night stand

Abby tlou fic

Summary: you meet abby at the bar and have a one night stand

Smut Mdni 18+, masc abby,first person pov, female reader, public sex, strapping, fingering, nipple play, teasing, stone top abby

Word count: 8436

Scroll down for smut starts at —--

“We gotta get you laid tonight” Dina said

“Yeah, when was the last time you even interacted with a woman that wasn’t platonic?”

Ellie and Dina love giving me shit about my love life. Just because they're in love doesnt mean I have to be! It was Ellie's idea to go to the bar tonight for operation “get me laid” (her words not mine). I'm totally fine with the life I live right now. I'm focused on college and don't have time for messy relationships. But they've been worried about me since my last relationship. It didn't end the best and I haven't been in the dating scene since. I didnt even entertain the idea of a hoe phase.

We walked up to the entrance of the club and the sound of muffled house music echoed through the streets. I stare at the door and take a deep breath preparing myself to enter.

“Are you ok? I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to.” Ellie said concerningly

Dina nods in agreeance

“Yeah im fine just hyping myself up”

“You'll be fine and whenever you wanna leave just tell us and we’ll go” Dina said

We enter the club and they're playing early 2000’s music. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all. Even if I don't get laid, I'm still hanging out with my best friends and having drinks.

“We're gonna go find a table! Will you get our drinks please?” Ellie yells over the music

I walk over to the bar and from the corner of my eye I see a girl, her dirty blonde hair in a french braid, carabiner on her jeans, emitting the most confident, sexy aura that I can feel standing 10 ft away. I lock eyes for a second and she gives me a wink and then she walks away.

“M’ame your drinks”

“Oh shit sorry”

I didn't even realise I was staring. Even though I was staring I didn't even get a good look because she was gone as fast as I noticed her.

I grabbed our drinks and Dina texted me what table they're at. I make my way over and I scan the crowd for the mystery girl. I think I lost her and that wink was the only action I was getting tonight. Pathetic.

“Ah man wtf”

Fuck…

“Shit im so so sorry i wasn't paying attention to where i was going this is all my fault im so sorry let me venmo you for the shirt im-”

They turn around and I realise I just bumped into the girl that winked at me. I stand there dumbfounded and flustered.

“It's ok, honestly. It was getting kinda hot in here anyways so thanks for the refreshment.”

She takes off her button up to expose her sculpted muscles and her patchwork tats. Holy fuck this woman is my dream woman. Now all she's wearing is her wife pleaser and she wasn't wearing a bra because I noticed her nipples hardened.

“Please at least let me pay you back for the shirt i feel awful”

“I know another way you can pay me back,”

I give her a questioning look

“Dance with me.”

I was not expecting that response. But i accepted cause i would be lying if i said i wasn't looking forward to hanging out with this beautiful woman.

“ i don't even know your name”

“Its abby”

She reaches out her hand and I place my hand in hers. They’re calloused and I wonder what she does for work, what her hobbies are, but it's hard to get to know someone when the music will definitely give you hearing damage.

She's pulling me to the dance floor and “Hot in Herre by Nelly” was blasting over the speakers. The music fills me with nostalgia. I'm taking in this woman dancing in front of me. The colorful lights make her look ethereal and so gorgeous. It feels like it's just me and her on the dance floor and no one else is in the room.

She grabs my waist as the song “Crazy in love by beyonce” booms across the club. We barely talk because there's no point if we can barely hear eachother even when we're touching. She stops for a moment with her arm still around my wait. I give her a concerned look at first that melts into admiration. I cant believe out of everyone in the club she chose me. She could've been mad about the drink and stormed off but she didn't. She was kind about it.

We lock eyes. And before I know it she's pulling me in for a kiss. The sounds around me are muffled. I almost dropped my drink to give into pure submission. She holds my face and moves her thumb in circles on my jaw. She smells of pine and citrus and it's dizzying. Her lips are as soft as clouds and I'm already hypnotised.

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Our kisses get more frantic, sloppier. Kisses that will leave our lips bruised and swollen. She grabs my ass and I hitch my breath. I grab the back of her neck so my kisses land more deeply. I'm already getting wet and we were just kissing. Wow, maybe I do need to get laid. I break the kiss and a trail of spit keeps us connected.

“Meet me in the bathroom, big stall”

I walk off and make sure no one else follows me into the bathroom. After a minute i hear a knock on the stall

“Its me abby”

Her voice is raspy from yelling and it's so sexy.

I pull her into the stall and start unbuttoning her pants as we kiss when she stops my hand

“Are you ok? We can stop”

“Yeah it's just that…i'm a stone top. I prefer to give than receive.”

I let her take the wheel and we started kissing again. She pulls my hair enough to expose my neck and she plants kisses sloppily. She's definitely going to leave hickeys but I don't care.

She's hiking up my dress frantically. God, I'm already so wet. She cups her hand around my cunt.

“Going commando eh? Less work for me”

Im moaning into her neck while she palms my clit. My legs want to give out already but Abbys is holding me up with her muscular tatted arms.

“Oh fuck abby” i moan in her ear

That must've drove her crazy cause she takes 2 girthy fingers and teases my entrance. Then slowly she slips them in and I enter another dimension

“Oh my god you feel so good”

I grind my hips to match the movement of her fingers. My wetness dripped down her hand. Abby's grunting in my ear and it makes me feral.

“F-faster abby”

I could barely get the words out

“I want you to come on the count of 5. No sooner. No later. Can you do that for me princess?”

I almost came right then and there

“Mmhmm” is all i could get out

She starts counting

‘’1…” she whispers in my ear

“2…” i could cum right now

“3…” she's going faster and she added her thumb circling my clit. I almost lost it.

“4… you're doing great you're almost there”

I'm being loud at this point but I don't really care. This feels so fucking good.

“5.”

I grab a fist full of her hair and mess up her braid. I cum all over her hand and scream in ecstasy. I almost fall over but Abby catches me.

We kissed for a bit and I realised I don't want this to end.

“Wanna come over to my place? I live right down the block?” I whisper

“I would love to” she kisses me

I take her by the hand and let Dina and Ellie know I'm leaving. They give each other a confused look and then put the pieces together. They were probably wondering where I was all night. I'll have to apologise later for ditching them but they'll understand.

I walk up to my apartment door and Abby hugs me from the back taking in my scent, leaving more hickeys, which makes me drop my keys, flustered. I bend down exposing between my legs and Abby cups my ass in her hands.

“Damn cant even wait to get through the door” I say teasingly

I open the door and she spins me around and leads me into my own apartment by my waist. She closes the door and we kiss each other like the world is ending. She leads me into the kitchen on the left and lifts me up on the counter effortlessly.

“You smell so divine, I can smell you from up here” Abby said raspy and deep

That makes me horny all over again

She spread my legs with her hips, planting kisses down my body. She takes my dress off and throws it on the floor. I'm vulnerable and naked now. She presses kisses on the tops of my breasts, leading down to my nipples. She takes my right nipple and starts sucking on it. I tilt my head back in pure bliss and let out a little moan. She works her tongue around my nipple while sucking, giving little flicks with her tongue. It's driving me wild. You need her inside you. But in a different way. You stop her for a second.

“Are you ok?” she asks worryingly

“Yeah of course I just wanna ask you something.”

She looks at you with a blank look

“I-I have a strap that I want you to use on me, if that's ok with you. I bought it because i thought id get more action but-”

She quiets you with a kiss

“I'd love to angel”

Abby smacks my ass as I run into my bedroom to get the strap and dildo. When I return she's sitting in the living room on the couch across from the kitchen.

When she sees the strap her eyes go wide with eagerness. I hand over the strap and she unbuttons her straight legged levi’s and her carabiner thuds to the ground with the jeans. She's wearing grey boxers and god i wish i could kiss her happy trail down to her pussy and eat her out. She puts on the strap and sits on the couch. And pats her lap. I walk over and straddle her. She grabs my hips to ease me on and the dildo slips in. I didn't even need lube since I'm so wet. I slowly bounce up and down, grinding my hips to hit the spot.

Abby grabs your tits and circles my nipples with her thumbs.

“You're so sensitive”

I picked up the pace and grabbed Abby's shoulders for stability. She notices and moves one hand down my body and slowly inches her way over to my cunt.

“Youre so fucking wet for me baby” she says like butter

Abby takes two fingers and circles your clit as you move up and down.

“Oh fuck abby right there. Im gonna cum, im gonna cum. Im gonna-” you scream in bliss as you lower your head in the crook of Abby's neck for stability and she kisses and bites your ear which brings on a second wave. Abby takes her hand and licks it.

“You taste so fucking good baby.”

She kisses me to prove to me that I do.

We ended up cuddling on the couch and I don't know when but I slipped away in blissful sleep surrounded by abbys huge, inked arms.

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In the morning I woke up to the space next to me empty. The apartment is quiet and I wonder where everyone is. All that was left of Abby was her scent in the cushions and the memories plastered in the walls. She didn't even leave a note and I never got her number. I guess she’ll just be a memory now.

#abby x you #abby x reader #abby smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby tlou #Abby fanfic #tlou #smut #abby anderson fanfic #tlou fanfiction #fanfiction #masc Abby #stone top

[gaylordscooter]

logofthehebmultivese: ENTRY HELP

im writing this down tottally calmly and

yknow what im not even going to do a bit

so fresh is currently in my general vicinity and normally ink and i would get the fuck out of there immediately. GUESS WHERE INK IS??

OR SHOULD I WRITE FRESH INK? GOD THIS IS SO GREAT AND AWESOME IM GLAD IT'S HAPPIENING

so im hiding until dream senses my anguish and decides to head over.

i didnt even know he COULD infect ink on the account of NO SOUL.

then again, no one knows how he does it.

i just realized i haven't written an entry on fresh yet. the lack of info on him is exactly why.

basic gist: parasite-virus kind of deal. there's a "main" host which more often than not is what people are referring to when they say "fresh". little known fact unless you've encountered him. he's a hive-mind. and i wouldve appreciated a warning from ink instead of finding that out MYSELF

when he infects someone, they become a "lesser" host which the main host draws magic from.

now i said—

i hear him

.

[there's a bunch of illegible scribbles]

ok. he walked away my hiding spot's good. seems like all those times i played hide n seek with my brother paid off...

so as i was writing, i call him a parasite-virus now im no biologist (unlike most sanses i majored in psychology, and i totally got my degree, yeah) so i dont know how accurate of a term that is but it sounds right to me because he's a parasite (that resides in a main host) that spreads a virus (that infects people and allows him to control them and draw power from).

and no one knows how he infects people. i dont know if it's airborne, through touch, magic-related no one knows. the logical conclusion tends to be through close proximity but even then who knows what he does to spread the virus.

it might have something to do with those shades that all of them wear

did i mention this very dangerous thing larps as a dude from the 90's. it would be funny if it weren't for everything else. did i mention he's emitting music from the 90's right now and that's how ive been able to tell when he's near? (i can never listen to wannabe by the spice girls the same ever again)

hang on

ink seems to be wasting all his paint. i know what he's trying to do. he still has some control

his paint is more viscous than usual, it's clumping together in gross globs. i think something's in it

it's distracting fresh. i think he's trying to calm him down. failing, of course, ink doesn't listen to anyone (except well, the creators)

the virus targets the soul. ink doesn't have a soul so the next best thing is his paint

now people think when he runs out of paint he becomes a lifeless husk and

thats not. that's exactly what happens

but give him paint again he'll be back to normal, that's my job, sometimes. it's not formally my job, ink wouldn't want to depend on someone to that degree but the few times it's happened—im getting off track

there's paint everywhere and im trying my hardest to not touch any of it. there's petals in it, gross is that what fresh uses? petals or flowers?

hang on ink just slapped fresh with his scarf i need to sketch this out

im not that good at drawing. i'll ask ink to do a true artist's interpretation of this.

oh my god he knocked his glasses off. oh my god that's a huge ass flower in his sockets. that

ok it's time to go

#blue's (totally not diary) log

[augustrambles]

Could you do a platonic main four and male reader? Probably trying to convince you to join a scheme of theres when you’re hesitant to leave the house, even though you want to participate

a/n: ty 4 requesting!! woohoo male reader❗

male!reader x main four

warnings: underage drinking and use of drugs, smoking, he/him prns

currently, [name] was on videocall with his friends.

"i dont know about this, y'all know how bebe's parties are, you guys are probably going to end up wasted."

"c'mon [name], dont be a pussy like cartman is!"

"fuck you stupid jew!"

"mfm mphrhm hmprh mphr"

"well yeah, but what if i get caught?"

"[name], you are not going to get caught, fucks sake! we've done this more than once so stop being such a pussy, man up, and go with us, UNLESS you wanna be a loser."

"fuck you cartman, but fine ill go then"

"woohoo!"

"we can have a, quote on quote, sleepover at my place so your parents think you're at my house."

"yeah, that'll work"

"kay, talk to yall later."

the videocall ended and [name] placed his phone on the night desk. he was slightly worried about getting caught, but he decided to ignore the feeling.

"hey mom, i'm going to stay over at stan's house tonight, ok?" he said to his mother as she nodded. "alright hun! make sure to come back at nine tomorrow!" she yelled back as he let out a "mhm"

he left the house and began walking, scrolling on his phone. him and stan were sort of close, not neighbours, but on the same street, so it wasn't a long walk.

knock, the sound of one was heard. he waited for a few seconds until he was greeted by stanley. "hey man!" stan said, fistbumping [name]. "kyle's already here, kenny and cartman are on their way." he informed

"alright, that's fine." [name] said, he walked to kyle as they started a conversation, stan joining in aswell. it was around 8pm. "question, when's the party starting?" [name] asked

"i think at 9, cartman and kenny better hurry their asses." kyle replied, resulting laughs from the other two boys due to his remark. at that moment, a knock was heard. "i'll get it." stan reassured

he walked up and it was cartman and kenny, they came to the house together. "speak of the devil" kyle said as he and [name] walked up the door. the 5 boys now left stan's house walking to where the party was being held at, bebe's house

they made conversation, about diverse topics such as school drama, celebrities, and the small fight between cartman and kyle here and there. the usual, basically.

"hey, we're here" kenny said, pointing to the house who you could literally hear music blasting. it was quite obvious there was a party there. the boys went up the door, kyle knocking. it was opened by a half drunk bebe.

"hheeeyy.. weelccome! ccome inn." she said, obviously dozing off of whatever type of alcohol she was drinking. cartman and kyle went first, then kenny, then [name] and stan.

the party was absolutely wild, there was strong smells of alcohol, smoke and drugs. [name] went up to clyde and craig, seperating from the group. craig seemed to be drunk, but clyde was wasted. "dude!! you're here, hey!" clyde said, before being dragged away by some girls playing truth or dare.

[name] looked at craig. "i didnt know you drink" he said to him, craig shrugged. "i dont, im just drinking today for fun." he replied, taking a sip from his beer. "wheres tweek? didnt he come?" [name] asked.

"he did, but he got too shaky because of all the noise and left. i wanted to acompany him home, but then he said something along the lines 'no, i want you to have fun' so here i am."

"i dont think you were supposed to take that literally, but alright"

[name] then walked away from craig, going to his previous group of friends. stan and kenny were both drinking, not drunk, since they barely had a few sips, but i dont think it'll stay like that until the end of the night. cartman was eating chips, which nobody else was eating. kyle was just there, not drinking or eating, just there, probably finding something to do.

"hey dude, you want a sip?" stan offered, [name] seemed to be hesitant at first but nodded. stan gave him a can of beer, it tasted.. good? surprisingly.

the night passed and not much changed.

except that [name] was fucking drunk as hell.

"[name], a-are you sure you dont want water?" butters asked, clearly being concerned for the man's health being. "naaahh, im okayy, thfank you" he said, body almost falling over. he was walking towards kyle and stan, wanting to join the karaoke, but then he bumped into a familiar girl,

wendy testaburger.

they bumped into eachother, "ew. you fucking smell like a skunk" she said as the room went quiet for the first time that night. "well fuck you, you smell like a wet dog at gym every day but you dont see me saying shit. keep it to yourself" [name] responded, clearly offended.

"pfft- i know YOU arent talking. you smell like you pissed yourself since first grade" she remarked, getting a few ooh's by the crowd. "that may be the case, but at least people like me. wasnt your ex so tired of you he used chat gpt to talk to you? lmaoo"

stan looked to the wall, trying to stuff in his laugh as kyle was giggling for everyone to hear, with the others. "BAHAHAHHAHA" was cartman's loud ass laugh, of course, there was also laughs across the room.

"oh fuck you" she said, heading towards him. she had a grin on her face. "cmon wendy, you know im joking" he said, laughing. "yea yea, go ahead drink some more you whore" she rolled her eyes in a sarcastic way as [name] followed her.

they always had very offensive fights like the one that just happened right now, but they always giggled or laughed it off. seems like a toxic relationship, but hey, this is south park, what ISNT toxic..

stan walked to [name] who had just left wendy with bebe, "dude you're gonna get in trouble if you continue fighting like that with wendy" he said, the two boys walking over to their group of friends. "hey, calm down, me and wendy are super close, doubt she would beat me up like she did to someone in here.. cough cough cartman cough." [name] said, receiving a giggle from kenny, stan and kyle and a deathstare by cartman. "shut up (insert insult)"

"alright man, just warnin you." stan said, taking another sip of the drink in his hand. [name] went to serve himself another cup of his drink, leaving the others alone.

"hey kyle, what hour is it?" kenny looked at kyle, who was on his phone. kyle was mostly on his phone at that party, mostly there because of his friends. "its 11:43" he said, replying to kenny. kenny simply nodded, "its early" he said.

stan called kenny, "hey dude, isnt that one of the girls you slept with??" he pointed to a white girl with pink highlights. "oh shit, it is, imma be right back yall" he said, going to the girl without looking back. "hes defintely not gonna be right back.." cartman rolled his eyes, continuing to eat.

"where the hell did [name] go" kyle asked and stan responding with "he went to get a drink, pretty sure" he looked into the kitchen, not seeing anyone there. "yeah, but he isnt at the bar or the kitchen" kyle noted

"maybe if we're lucky he got kidnapped" "oh shut up fatass" kyle punched cartman on the arm. "hey! dont tell me to shut up you stupid jew" he 'hmph'-ed at the jew

"ehh, hes probably coming back soon anyway" stan said, deciding not to worry about it. "yo kyle, you wanna go karaoke again? theyre making a competition now" stan asked kyle and he nodded, putting his phone in his pocket. "hope you lose" cartman said.

. . .

"its 3:40, we should probably get going now" kyle said, as the party was already more empty than before and less chaotic, plus [name] had arrived, and they were all now waiting for kenny. "yeah, but i am NOT carrying nobody, ok?" cartman said, giving an side eye to a drunken passed out stan next to him.

"not like your fatass could anyway" kyle rolled his eyes. "oh shut the fuck up" cartman said. at that moment, kenny had arrived, zipping back his parka, and covering his head. "dude, i love girls"

kenny said, an insipirational moment. "wow, i wouldve never guessed." [name] said, rolling his eyes. "but we should for real get going now, i'll carry stan." he said. "no, its fine, ill carry him" kyle said, already picking the passed out boy already. [name] shrugged with a 'if-you-say-so' look on his face

they all started to walk back to stan's house, kenny mentioning how good that sex was, [name] talking about how they met someone there who gave them a bit of smoke, cartman complimenting the food and karaoke.

"dude, you cant say the n word in karaoke.." [name] said, looking at cartman seriously. "oh cmon, it was a song, i didnt mean it in that way."

"cartman, you were singing call me maybe."

. . . ( that was a reference btw )

stan was lying in his bed, still passed out, as the other boys were currently lying in their sleeping bed. "goodnight yall" [name] said as the others whispered goodnight aswell.

#south park #south park x y/n #male reader #south park x reader #sp eric #sp craig #sp kyle #sp stan #sp kenny #kenny mccormick #eric south park #south park eric cartman #kenny sp #kenny south park #south park kenny #south park kyle #south park stan #stan marsh #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #sp clyde #clyde donovan #bebe south park #sp wendy #sp bebe #augustrambles rambles 😈

[luv4aria]

warnings: slight mentions of abuse, cursing, suggestive behavior. anddd i think that’s it if there’s anything missed lmk.

a/n: this is so lazily written i swear i didnt try. but i’ve been obsessing over hayden christensen a lot lately so why not write abt one of his characters hence why im going to be writing abt sam monroe :) i will be making this a series and trying to update every week at best. again if u see any grammatical errors um this was written lazily saurr yeah.

paring: fem!reader x modernau!sam monroe.

the second i got home she was screaming. why i don’t know and frankly, i didn’t care i just needed to stay out of her sight. as i tiptoed through my house up the stairs she yelled.

“what are you doing. do you see how dirty this kitchen is. come down here and clean it”

i hesitated.

“now.” my mother demanded 

as i made my way downstairs she hit me. not that i wasn't used to it because she had hit me all the time it was just that she hadn't hit me in a long time. i fell to the ground and she repeatedly slapped me and yelled at me to get up. i started to tear up. “no,” i thought i couldn't cry now not in front of her so i blinked back tears and got up trying to compose myself i tried to keep my voice as steady as possible.

“where are the dish rags” i asked

my mother marched around the kitchen slamming the cabinets as she searched for a dishrag. the second she found one she threw it right at my face.

“the kitchen better be clean by the time i wake up” my mom ordered and with that, she walked upstairs once she was out of my sight. i broke down. i believe i cried for a good 5 minutes before i finally got up and started cleaning.

after about an hour had gone by i was finally done with the dishes my fingers were all pruney but as i looked around the kitchen the only thing i had to do left was sweep i don't know why my mom was complaining about the kitchen being dirty. so i swept for what felt like hours. once i was done i put the broom away and made my way upstairs past my mom's room i stopped and put my ear up to her door and heard her snores.

she was asleep “thank god” i murmured. i didn't want to hear her mouth anymore. as i made my way to the end of the hall i stopped in front of my room door and opened it. i let out the heaviest sigh ever my room was dirty i swear shit just piles up i swore to myself i’d clean it up tomorrow knowing damn well i wouldn’t. i stepped over clothes, hangers, shoes, and other shit that was on my floor and sat at my desk swiping everything off of it with my arm was not my best idea because once everything hit the ground it made a loud thud sound like a body had hit the ground. i stayed silent for a second listening to see if my mom had gotten up and she hadn’t i opened the desk drawer and pulled out the small voice recorder my dad had given me before he died. i pressed play and started talking.

“hello, future y/n today's date is march 30th 2024.” i paused for a moment. “so today was quite boring until sam asked me a question. yes, sam monroe asked me a question. the boy i have been crushing on since the 7th grade talked to me today. he asked me if i liked rock i said yes even though i couldn't stand rock music. he then gave me a flier to a gig he and his band had. and then told me he would be really happy if i went to go see him and his band of course i happily took the flier and told him i’d be there he beamed and then got up from his seat because class was over. i still could not fathom the fact that he asked me out!! okay, i need to calm down but that's pretty much it for now hopefully i get to suck his dick or something..i kidding! of course i am im not okay buh bye.”

and with that, i pressed stop on the recorder and quickly put it back in my desk drawer i then walked over to my bed lifted the mattress, and grabbed my packet of cigarettes and my lighter. as i walked over to my window i lit my cigarette and put it up to my lips taking a slow drag from it. then i heard footsteps. it was my mom i knew it was i quickly put the cigarette out and flicked out onto the street and then i pretty much sprinted to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. the footsteps stopped. guess she went back to bed.

after i finished brushing my teeth i checked the clock it was already nine o’clock guess i should go to bed now i threw on an oversized shirt and walked over to my bed. i stared at my ceiling for a good 10 minutes thinking about the day i was about to have tomorrow. then i slowly fell asleep.

#angst #sam monroe #mommy issues #hayden christensen #cigarette #lana del rey #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #men #stay tuned

[yourtouchismidas]

Heyy, obsessed with ruins and your lil blurbs 🥺 just had this thought about Taylor singing never grow up at the eras tour and Matty getting all emotional and clingy with Gigi for literally days afterwards and now my heart can’t cope 😭💔

matty has been quiet all day. in fact, he's been quiet since the other night. the three of you, you, him and gigi, had gone to a second night of the eras tour after taylor invited you back. gigi was jumping off the walls thrilled, and this time wore her princess dress that taylor had personally sent in the mail. gigi wasn't a twirler, she was more a pump her fists in the air kind of dancer, and you'd put her in hip hop classes recently and she would take her shirt off to match george when she played drums. but here in the the vip tent, she was a princess. again, she has bracelets all up and down her arms from the fans that passed her, and she even made some herself this time (all spelt wrong because she wouldn't let you help) to pass out to some of the other people there.

matty had started the night his usual self. the two of you swayed to lover again, and he whispered in your ear that he loved this song, his voice tickling you. he lifted gigi on his shoulders and jiggled her around for the fast songs, big hands firmly clamped round her calves so she wouldnt go flying. it wasnt until the surprise songs that you noticed him go a bit quiet.

the first few chords of never grow up started playing and the crowd went mad. your eyes started welling up immediately, scooping your baby girl into your arms so you could hold her for it, because this song didnt mean nearly as much to you until you held her in your arms for the first time.

"what's this?" matty said, from behind you, but eyes trained on taylor as she sat at the piano and began the opening lyrics, your little hands wrapped around my finger...

"it's never grow up!" you whispered back to him, and then turn away, not willing to miss any more seconds of it.

"i dont know this one," you heard matty say from behind you, and when you turn back quickly, his eyes still haven't left the stage. when the song finishes, you are in floods of tears, and gigi is looking at you concerned and you squeeze her so tight until she pushes you away and tells you to stop. you're too in your own world to notice matty.

when the concert finishes, the lights come up and matty grabs gigi's hand and says, "come on then gigi girl," he says, and they walk out together.

that night, you wake up to matty missing from your bed, his side cool, like he'd been gone for a while. you slip out of your room and check gigi's, and there he is, curled up around her. he's asleep, so you watch them for a bit, your loves, smiling. in the morning matty says, "yeah she got scared last night and was crying," and you smile and nod, but you think, gigi hasn't cried in the night for years, and you didn't hear a single sound.

a day or two later, you find matty in the garden by himself. he is sitting, looking at the sky with his ear buds in. he's holding his phone, which is dark screened and locked. you pull an earbud out.

"new music?" you say.

"yeah," he says, grabbing it back abruptly, "sorry, it's still a work in progress. it's just..."

"sorry i intruded," you say, teasing him, "i'll leave you to your art."

you go back inside but he follows you and wraps his arms around you in a bear hug, holding you there.

"what's this for?" you say, and when he doesn't answer, "you okay?"

"yeah," he says, "i just love you."

you let him hold you, breathing in the smell of him. he only breaks apart when his phone buzzes, and he snaps his head down to look at it.

"oh, it's just george,"

"waiting for something?"

"gigi told me she would text if she wanted to come home early," he says.

"she's at michelle's. she loves it there. michelle's parents let her have so much cake last time she was there she threw up. remember? she aint coming home early."

"yeah," matty says, almost sadly. then he drifts back into the garden.

he has his earbuds in a lot the next few days. he seems distant. one time, you find him on the sofa, gigi fallen asleep in his arms, fresh from the bath and hair damp, air buds in, tears in his eyes.

"matty," you say, sitting down next to him. you reach out and touch his curls and when you do the tears in his eyes spill out and run down his cheeks. "what is it?"

"it's this fucking song," he whispers, then he takes out an ear bud and puts it in your ear.

immediately, the middle of never grow up is playing and you're back in the arena, dancing with your daughter, holding her, wishing she would never grow up. and if you'd looked back, you would've seen matty, face crumpled, watching you both, swaying in front of him, eyes on his baby, taking in those lyrics you know so well for the first time.

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up Just stay this little Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up It could stay this simple

"i've listened to it a thousand times over the last few days," matty tells you. he puts a big hand over gigi's head, flattening her wet curls underneath them. "i need her..." he says through tears, "i need her to not grow up."

"i know baby," you say, leaning your head into his shoulder. you both look down at your daughter, her lips parted, her little chest rising and falling. "but she will."

you're quiet for a second, not knowing what to say, but then you remember what made you feel better about it, when you were sobbing with gigi that night.

"you cant stop her growing up, but you can do the rest of the song."

"what do you mean?"

"I won't let nobody hurt you. Won't let no one break your heart And no one will desert you."

matty strokes his fingers through his daughter's hair.

"of course baby," he tells her, "i will do all of that for you and more."

the taylor song plays softly through the headphones,

please try to never grow up

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #dad!matty

[mftm1987]

all-time dream peche show/set

some of y'all bless n keep u are weird enough to want this information and because i am quite literally an information professional (librarian) i spent too much time and thought on this. at least a lot of it was on the clock lmao putting this under a cut bc it goes off

a lil note

i tried to choose songs i know them to perform, which i suppose in some ways defeats the purpose of something like this lol i guess the dream part is in the production/performance. and alan still being in the band and it somehow being 1987 but they also have access to their entire back catalog. anyway! i reference a lot of mixes throughout and i don't necessarily mean they perform it exactly like that as opposed to the originally released version, more.. thats the vibe i'd want the arrangement to channel

set list

instrumental intro - painkiller (w bc/cta industrial samples. basically would love to see alan get his grubby rat claws on this one)

first quarter: classic pechay mold - walking in my shoes (anandamidic mix) - policy of truth (think the way dave’s busting this out on mm tour is maybe its platonic ideal) - stripped (highland mix + 101 rlly going off with the giant sound pads)

second quarter: we r grooving - halo (no notes whatsoever. a setlist with express purpose of GROOVE and i could take lessons) - mercy in you (devotional. the way it’s a gospel disco hit in 1996..if you come up w a better way to arrange this lmk) - in your room (album version obv + apex mix as the outro which litr samples judas/leads into)

martin songs: wanna see that man suffering and healed - judas (grooving outro fucking required this is my huge and glaring shade on devotional lol) - home (alan could have fun w this one i think) - strangelove (starts w mm tour acoustic mart + finishes with full backing n shared lead)

third quarter: let’s have some fun! - shake the disease (a vault classic that i’d love to see them do something weird with) - nothing (101 guitar moment w the caveat i have heard rumors of a ‘devotionalised’ version that didnt end up on the setlist and if it truly fucks like i hope it would, then that) - john the revelator (influence of the unkle reconstruction aka that twinkling far out grungy thing. feel like mart on guitar and alan sparkling along the keys would be mmmmmmmm)

mart n dave duet interlude - sweetest perfection/condition mix (alright ive seen no one discuss this but these 2 share more than similar names!! i can hear it!!! and to get an a. wilder layered sonic journey..i wouldnt know how to act)

fourth quarter: we R grooving redux (R for haRd) - it’s no good (influence of hardfloor mix) - enjoy the silence (devotional/onip aka mart get nasty with that solo and dave be gay about it)(alright this is gonna be controversial for this blog but i think it’s gotta be the paris version for this show. it’s such a filthy solo and also imagine alan on the drums for it)(whos playing the keys bitch this is a fantasy) - nlmda (aggro mix intro + split mix Yes at least 10 mins of this song)

encore: oh y’all wanted to dance huh - personal jesus (funnily enough with how Much™ i want everything else to be, playing this one straight might be the highest camp experience it can give) - master and servant (101 sound pads and bridge breakdown) - just can’t get enough (live in hamburg where they just fuck UP that 12”)

2nd encore: peche mode is a sad band, but the best band in the world - a question of lust (flood mix) - black celebration (101 w all its extra interesting lil sounds is a fav but i’d be SO open to a new alan take on this one) - everything counts (the graph/on the wall/the hand shake versions only. everyone else need not apply)(yes that means u devotional)

setting and era (musically/aesthetically)

as for the musical era, here’s the thing: if alan is present (and as it’s my dream dm show he is) i trust him to unify All This under some kind of cohesive performance. these are but humble suggestions of my fav arrangements. i’d say the underlying theme of my choices is High on the groove scale, but also very much wanting old school peche banging with hammers

outdoor on the lawn venue. ideally june 1, so it’s alans bday n dave hopefully won’t shut up abt it. looks-wise mftm/101 w shades of violator dark summer sexy. in high fantasyland: alan’s got that bisexual denim on leather look of drumming personal jesus in 89. mart’s tits are slipping out of that super low cut tank of 90 with the armband on. fletch is in his cunty mock turtleneck. dave’s in leather pants, a red tank n shirt and The Jacket that he gradually strips out of of (feels sacrilegious to not have him in a crop top in the late 80s so let’s just say his tank rides up a lil hehe)

mostly devotional visuals tho colorized less blue/purple lol, the big sans-serif Ms of memento mori were also giving for me. always love a dual-level setup for a dm show, but only if dave can traipse about both levels and flirt with whomsoever he chooses (which he will)

#depeche mode #PLEASE feel free to use this as a template to Show Me Yours #the poor people who liked my post and expected just a list of 20 songs

[2braincellslz]

Can you do one where the reader is Eddie's best friend and she breaks her leg on the walk to Eddie's house? He carries her to his car and takes care of her and it's kind of friends to lovers after that?

Gif by suledins

Emergency

Desc: on a walk to Eddie's trailer a certain blue Camaro rushed by, knocking Y/n down a small hill and braking her leg. Thankfully, her night in shining armor came to save the day.

Warnings: braking bones, screaming, pain, anything related to braking a bone and getting hurt. Tred lightly

Notes: I forgot I wrote for fem readers so when I saw this requests I was so confused. But dw! Here it is.

It was a quiet day. Y/n was taking the long route to her friends house. She hummed softly along with the music that was playing through her walk man.

She was walking by the side of the road next to the woods. Occasionally, a car would drive by and startle her but she would always recover fairly quickly.

Everything was peaceful. The kids, being Will and the Gang, road by earlier. Yn talked with them for a bit before they road off again.

Perfect.

Almost.

The music was a blessing and a curse. A certain blue Camaro can blazing by, knocking YN off the side of the road and down a short hill.

It might not have been a long fall but Yn tried to catch herself. She must have landed wrong because there was a crack. A loud and painful crack.

Yn let out a loud and agonizing scream, tears immediately falling down her face.

"EDDIE!" she screamed, trying to pull herself up the hill. "EDDIE!"

She hickuped and fumbled her way up to the side of the road, hoping someone would see her pain.

"EDDIE!" She called again in btween her wails of pain.

She let her head fall back against the dirt.

"FUCK! EDDIE!"

She wasnt far from the trailer park so she hoped that somebody would hear her. Even if it was someone she didnt know, it was better then struggling on the side of the road.

She closed his eyes, huffing to try to catch her breath. She looked down at her leg and yep, it shouldn't be bending like that.

She let her head fall again, tears still flowing. It was staining her face but it was the least of her worrys.

Just as he was going to close her eyes and accept her painful death she herd a car rushing and then slamming on the brakes.

"Y/N!" She didn't want to move but she smiled through the pain. Thank god, it was Eddie.

"Y/N! Oh god!" Eddie was quick to lean down and pick up Y/N. She hissed in pain as she was moved and taken to the van.

Eddie placed Y/N in the back of the van, worring that if he had set her in the front seat she might hurt her leg more.

Eddie rushed to the front seat and raced to the hospital. Thank god there was no cops because they would have definitely pulled him over.

He wasnt driving home. Y/N knew the way to his house and this want it. Thank god. They were going to the hospital, like any person should.

"Ok, uh. Ok I'm going to carry you in now." Eddie said, his voice rushed and panicked. Y/N wished she could look at Eddie but her eyes were squeezed shut in pain.

"Eddie..." Y/n whined, clinging tightly to her Friend.

Eddie ran in to the hospital, pushing the door open with his shoulder. Nurses directed him to a bed where Y/N was placed on and rolled in to a room.

One things led to another and the nurses and doctors were working on a passed out Y/n.

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Y/n stirred, letting out a quiet whine as the bright hospital lights shone in her eyes.

"Fucking... bright..." she mumbled, coving her eyes with her hand.

"Your alive!" And now her ears were being attacked (kinda) with the sound of a angel.

"Are we sure? Because I'm seeing a angel." Y/N squinted at the figure.

"Y/n, please." The man chuckled, taking Y/ns hand. "Do you know where you are?"

"Uh... the hospital?" Y/n asked. She knew the man. She felt safe around him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Eddie?"

"Oh thank god." Eddie hugged Y/n.

"I broke my leg, not hit my head." She started to blink away the burning light.

"I know... I'm just worried about you."

"You are always worried about me."

"I know..."

She stared up at Eddie's eyes, they were soft and filled with worry. He was so close...

"Eddie..." y/n said softly, reaching up and holding Eddie's face.

"Yeah...?"

"Your... pretty..." he inched closer till his lips were against Y/n.

The soft calm moment was perfect. Tender. It felt like a long awaited moment. His lips were soft. The kiss wasn't intense at all. Just soft.

But the door creaked open. It was a nurse.

"Mr. Muns-"

"Get out!" Both Y/n and Eddie yelled.

#eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie munson st #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things s3 #stranger things fic

[madstwd]

Day 5 - Daryl Dixon x Reader

"So I've noticed you are naked? Is this intentional or?"

Season: 6

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 1k

So my cold turned out to be covid :(( but I hope you enjoy this smut, started the Daryl fics off with a smut 😉

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Rock music blasted through the door of the house as daryl stood on the porch. Anyone passing would have thought it was a party in the house by the sheer sound of the music, but he didn't. He knew it was you. His took off his shoes, leaving his crossbow leaning against the side of the house along with his recent hunt as he entered the house. The music seemed to be coming from the kitchen, his footsteps were silent as he walked throughout the house. He was expecting you to be dancing, head banging to the old rock music as if you were still at their concert. He wasn’t expecting you to be naked. It was a sight to see, your free spirt moving around the house to the music as your cookies, that it smelt like you were making, cooked. Your hair was freshly wet, showing you had showered not long ago. He felt his cock harden at the sight of your breast bounce as you headbanger to the guitar solo. He didn’t even know what song was playing, just lost in the sight of you. You gasped, breaking him from his daydream. “Jesus! I didn’t hear you enter” you yelped, running towards the record player to turn it down. He chuckled, moving over to where you were stood. “That would be because ya role playing being at a concert” he chuckled. You blushed, “normally people are better dressed at concerts though” you joked. He nodded, his smile growing at the sight of you on full display for him. “So I’ve noticed that you’re naked…is this intentional or?” He said. You smiled, your eyes darkening as you looked into his. “My towel dropped on the last song, then i thought i would surprise you” you whispered. You felt his fingers on your arms as moved them upwards to cup your face. “It was a nice surprise” he said before his lips encapsulated yours. You moaned into it, causing his hands to now grasp at the swell of your ass as he lifted you from the ground onto the table behind you.

He kissed you harder, he was hungry, his muscles tight and tense from his hunt he had just returned from. You moaned into the kiss as he pushed you back onto the table, slotting himself into your open legs. He bent down, began kissing down your thighs, you felt his breath tickle your entrance as he paused there. “Daryl please” you whined. The man didnt wait, he began to suck and lick desperate to collect your juices as if he was going to die from thirst if he didnt. Your moans were music to his ears as he sucked on your clit, his tongue circling it. “Daryl please, i-i need your cock”

“Are ya sure ya deserve it?”

“Please Daryl”

“Being on display like that for anyone to see” he spoke against your walls. His breath causing your whole body to tingle. “I'm sorry Daryl- it was an accident”

“something you didn't seem to fix”

You whimpered and wriggled on the table, you body getting needy for his cock and pleasure it came with. “Because of that, I'm going to fuck you all over the house until you understand” he said. You moaned loudly, “my cookies,” you whispered. Daryl groaned, left you bare in the open, you knew better than to move from your position. Keeping your legs spread for the man's return. You heard the click of the oven being turned off and the sound of a tray clattering on the counter. His softer footsteps made their way back to you. You could hear his belt buckle dropping on the floor along with the sound of clothing.

You gasped when you felt his tip against you, teasing and prodding the entrance as he waited to enter. You lifted your hips, rubbing your entrance against it begging for him to enter. He let out a soft groan as he started to push his head in. The girth of him spreading through your walls, he felt your wetness greet him, allowing him to push easily. He didn't wait before he started to thrust, giving you no time to adjust, not that you would need any. Something he thought you were made for him, he slotted in you perfectly each time. He enjoyed the wait; his length hit perfectly in the right spot for you, achieving orgasms almost instantly if he tried hard enough. You watched as his shoulders eased, the tension fading as he continued to thrust into you. Your moans were better than the music that was still blasting around the house, muting your activities with him to the outside. His thrusts matched the best of the song, you mind was going blank as he sped up. Circling his hips every now and then, his small amount of hair grazing against your clit creating the perfect amount of stimulation and friction causing you to go wild. He could feel what he was doing to you, the way your walls clenched and milked him for more. He thought about how your body moved to the song when he entered. How your ass shook when you attempted to twerk but laughed at your failed attempt. He remembered how your hands ran over your curves as you shook your hips. He adored your body, he thought about how it would feel if you did that to him. You noticed Daryl was out of it, you began clutching at his forearms as you were nearing your orgasm. The sting of your nails bringing him back to you.

He quickened his thrusts, becoming more desperate to release himself. “I'm gunna-” he groaned. “Me to- please keep going” you whimpered. He watched as your body went rigid, he felt your legs tighten around his hips. He was so close to you that he could barely pull out. He watched your tits bounce, the nipples hard from the cool breeze running through the house. “Right there- like that Daryl. Yes I'm gunna” he heard your whimper. He recognised the last groan, you had finished. He felt your juices surround his cock bringing him to his own finish.

“Daryl that was-”

“Just the start dear-”

#the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl imagines #daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut

[misterspectacular]

GOOD OMENS 2 SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, JUST STATING MY THOUGHTS BASICALLY

SO MY FRIEND AND I BINGED SEASON 2 OF GOOD OMENS THE SECOND IT WAS RELEASED! What an adrenaline rush pahahahaa to have waited that long, and finally get it, it was a lot, I think we almost died.

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I honestly would say that season 2 of Good Omens is better than season 1. Nearly the entire thing was Crowley and Aziraphale. YES. They're what I want.

Also, the way the flashbacks were arranged -- perfect! They were longer and more fleshed out and we got continuations of some of them! Huzzah!

Gabriel was hilarious, as usual. Jim was even funnier. Conflicting feelings about Gabriel for most of the season, I started forgiving him towards the end though. The thing with Beelzebub was pretty nice.

It starting off with angel Crowley, he was such a dork, finding out he KNEW AZIRAPHALE THEN, wow! Highlight!

The apology dance was a highlight,

Crowley drinking poison and shrinking/growing and sounding like a Leprechaun was a highlight,

All of Crowley's different accents -- all highlights.

THE FACT THAT CROWLEY IS THE ONE THAT GOT AZIRAPHALE EATING, THE WAY THAT WHOLE THING HAPPENED, THAT WAS CERTAINLY A HIGHLIGHT.

Crowley pretending to be EVIL!!! I didnt fall for it for a second, I was like, yeah okay so where did the goats actually go hahaa! Into the crows, amazing!

Aziraphale with his halo, that was freaking awesome -- he was pretty badass in this season, at some points.

THEM DANCING TOGETHER!!! Jfhsnsnehdiend

The magic act! And it working, even without using actual miracles!

Crowley making it rain, ha, I did that in a RP.

Aziraphale being... look, he's freakin adorable, the way he cradled the, well, the tumor -- I mean, it sounds weird, but it was actually incredibly endearing -- he was very endearing, as always.

THINKING HE WAS GOING TO FALL, and crying about it, and Crowley cheering him up!! YESSS

And... Crowley's realization... SAYING AZIRAPHALE COULD NEVER BE A SIDE PIECE jddjsbdje

Crowley FALLING APART as he OPENS UP TO AZIRAPHALE!!! OUCH! That was like being stabbed, but somehow in a good way, because YES HES SAYING IT, JESUS FUCK

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Like holy-fucking-moly! Dream come true, right there!! I did NOT expect things to go in that direction, I thought we were going to play it safe, and I am so glad that I was wrong. I've wanted these two to kiss for A LONG TIME, I've role played kissing AZIRAPHALE SO MANY TIMES, I've written stories, that was -- well, this was my response at the time: hfjdnelsneksndkwndjskwjznwjs jdneksneksjs disndjsnskw djjwdne idens! LITERALLY A DREAM COME TRUE, NEARLY EXPLODED!!! Like Crowley and Aziraphale literally kissed, mouth to mouth, its canon, it happened, the music swelled, they did it, it's real. Never thought I'd have pictures of men kissing up on my wall but I think I might need to print that out and hang it up, this was not just a highlight of season 2, this was A HIGHLIGHT OF MY LIFE! THANKS FOR THE NOURISHMENT, GAIMAN

and the nightingale thing -- "I don't hear anything" "that's the point, no nightingales", killed me man. THE NIGHTINGGALE, WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE NIGHTINGALE! OW! I DID NOT CRY ABOUT IT, I SWEAR ! ! !

Aziraphale saying I FORGIVE YOU ksndjwnsje I dont understand why he said that when just seconds ago he was saying LET US BE TOGETHER HOORAY, my friend and I were talking and I said, well last time he said I FORGIVE YOU it was after Crowley called him stupid, and my friend was like, well didnt Crowley call him an idiot this time, call back, so maybe that was it,

Aziraphale touching his lips like that after the kiss, holy fuck, A++++, but a painful A++++

and then CHOOSING METATRON!?!? WHAAAAAT?!?!?! I was reeeaaallly hoping he'd run to Crowley and KISS HIM or SOMETHING, but he -- METATRON, NOOoooOooOooo!!! So that was an extremely painful ending. and I realize that for Season 3 to happen, something would HAVE to push fans into creating that build-up and that NEED for another season, but.... OW! how long do I have to live with this pain??? If season 3 is NEVER MADE, it's going to end on this note??? it'd better get made jdbekdnwksn HOLY FUCK, I also better not DIE BEFORE IT'S MADE. I'll be over here, guts out, "cant die... yet... need... to see... Aziraphale and Crowley... make up...! Need... season... 3...!"

So yeah I'll be watching that over and over and over and over and over and over and ov

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable soulmates #ineffable partners #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots

[the1975attheirverybest]

Could you explain the context behind Matty's speech today?

Sure thing! Disclaimer, though, I haven’t had the chance to sit with it yet/ catch up on the show. It’s like just turned 9 am over on my side of the world, lol. So this is just off the top of my head….

I think the key to understanding what’s going on here is in the fact that he revealed the fact that the speech was written by ChatGPT at the END. Cuz, like, he could’ve just said “so, I asked ChatGPT to write a speech that sounds like a Matty Healy rant, and this is what it came up with. Gosh I sound so annoying don’t I heheheh” but he DIDNT do that. In fact, he chose to set it up as an “interruption” of the actual show. Like, he asked the guys to “cut” the music.

This way, he’s got the crowds attention. Cuz if he had done it in a moment of quiet in between songs as he usually does, people wouldn’t have paid as much attention/ would’ve been talking to him or over him or cheering like “I love you matty!!” Or “shut up and play notes!!” So, he set us up by making it a surprise so that we’d pay attention. If you’ve seen the clip on tiktok, the crowd is almost completely silent. He starts to speak, and at first it’s all vaguely making sense….he even leans into it when he says “Matthew,” and strokes peanut’s leg 🥺 which solidifies the illusion that this is a speech that he wrote and planned to say as peanut was next to him. So it makes us think harder about what’s going on. Like, we’re all thinking “He seems to be saying something important but….bro is not making much sense….or maybe I’m dumb? Maybe I’m not getting it?!” So we wait for more, like maybe it’ll make sense as he keeps going / if we listen carefully enough. But it just gets worse and worse.

The speech SOUNDS like Matty. In the sense that it gestures towards desire for connection/ cultural critiques. It has a few big words thrown in there. Even the arc of it is Matty-esque in that it tries to end on a positive note. Some vaguely coherent sentence about us all trying to be better and do better and maybe we can change things. Which is the only part that the audience kinda understands (you can even hear the crowd start to cheer and clap at this point cuz they’re like ‘okay I’m familiar with this bit that he’s saying. Yeah it’s that sounds like something I agree with. We SHOULD indeed all be trying and changing shit’).

Then he pulls the rug from under us, so to speak, and says “you know who wrote that? ChatGPT” (in the clip I saw, a crowd member yells out “YOU DID!” Before he tells us that it’s ChatGPT).

So, why did he do that? Again, this is off the top of my head, but I think for two reasons.

1. It’s the ultimately self-performance, right? Literally saying shit that he didn’t write but that is written to sound like him. I’m not super tech savvy, but as I understand it, ChatGPT works on an algorithm that detects speech patterns. So, in order to compose this speech, it mined the internet for Matty Healy content. Which means that it was probably drawing on his reputation (and we know what the most prominent articles and posts online about him rn would say. If you were an algorithm, what pattern might you find?) as a public figure. Lacking the context. Lacking the nuance. So, in that sense, much like Peanut, the speech is addressing his personal “controversies” on one level, but also commenting on our culture and reactionary politics more generally. He’s literally performing the version of himself that the world thinks he is. Especially since the show changed BECAUSE of the vitality of the band on tiktok and BECAUSE of his recent “reputation” and he told us that he was going to be commenting on it. Reducing himself to a bunch of public impressions and behaviors and speech patterns and then putting them on like a performance.

2. He’s thinking through the artist-fan relationship. We have this trust in him. We go to these shows because unlike ChatGPT, we HAVE THE CONTEXT. We as fans know where he’s coming from. So what would happen if he were to alienate us? To say something purposefully weird and incomprehensible….it’s not even real fuckin English it’s just a bunch of nonsense with a few words and phrases that sound like something that he would say. We experience a moment of critical confusion. “I want to believe in him. I do believe in him. I wanna get this. I’m trying to get this. But has he cracked? Has he finally pushed himself too far and gone to the land of nonsense? Is he turning into the obnoxious self-centered artsy straight white guy that Twitter thinks he is? Has he always been like this? Is this what he actually sounds like in real life and it’s taken me seeing him live to finally get that he’s a fuckin weirdo? Matty, what are you doing man???” And then we hear that vaguely positive end to the speech and are like “phew! Okay this sounds good. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I just don’t get it.” And in typical Matty fashion, just having made a deep, poignant point, he’s like “JUST KIDDING ITS NOT ME ITS THE ROBOTS HAHA TRICKED YA!” Showing that the artist-fan relationship is still built on the same public impressions. If we fully listened and believed that he was serious only to find out that we were totally wrong, what makes us think that we know him any better than ChatGPT does? Or twitter ? The only difference is, we hear that shit and think “he’s trying to make a point” whereas Twitter hears it and says “ah this confirms exactly what I know. He’s a dickhead who’s in love with the sound of his own voice and thinks of himself as some kind of philosopher.”

Idk. I’m sure there’s more that I have yet to think about. I haven’t had coffee yet so I’m still warming up lmao. Does this make any sense at all? Does it help? Does it make things worse? Idk. Just my way of seeing it I could be 100% wrong.