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bit-odd-innit · 1 year

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They’re about 20 minutes into the movie when Steve feels the familiar dip of weight against his shoulder.

He can’t stop the pulse of fond bemusement that surges through him. After all, Eddie had insisted on picking the movie this week, insisted that it was “an unfathomable travesty” that Steve had never seen it, insisted they had to watch it despite the bruise-colored circles under his eyes, the discreet flex of his hands disguising the tremors he gets when he’s over exhausted. Steve says nothing, lets the movie run, and once Eddie conks out instead of switching to something more his speed, he keeps watching.

The movie’s not Steve’s taste, but it’s not bad. He hasn’t been big into cartoons since he was a kid. The animation is strange yet fascinating, the characters’ movements equal parts natural and off-putting. He drifts in and out of the story, though enough of Dustin and Eddie’s ramblings have sunk in that he’s able to follow along. Whenever a name or location he recognizes pops up he turns to Eddie and says, smugly, “I know what that is.” Eddie replies with a soft exhale that ends in a low hum. His breath skitters across Steve’s throat. Steve shivers.

Eddie’s got this little bank of noises he makes when he’s sleeping. When he crashes after drinking too much, he snores. When he’s asleep but not deep enough to rest, he mumbles—sometimes giggles, too, which is really unsettling if you’re not expecting it. And when he’s dreaming, good or bad, he hums.

They’ve been doing this—whatever this is—for long enough that Steve can tell when Eddie is having a good dream and when he’s having a bad dream. (It’s not weird, he counters to the tiny, horrible Robin voice that lives in his head.) The bad dream hums are low, dredged up from the base of his chest. The good dream hums are high, slipping out from behind his teeth. Steve can’t read music but he took chorus in middle school and he’s hung around Robin while she learned a new piece for band so he’s got an idea of how the note…thingy works. If Eddie’s dream sounds were a song, the good dreams would be at the top of the bar, and the bad dreams would be at the bottom.

Except now, as the movie nears its end, the song changes.

At some point Eddie’s legs had curled up beneath him, his face buried in the join between Steve’s shoulder and neck. Steve can’t hear as much as feel the noises vibrating against his skin. He feels the thrum of bad rising into good, then dipping into something in the middle and holding there. They’re stuck at the center of the stanza (Stanza! That’s what it’s called!) and Steve doesn’t know where to go from here.

“Eddie?”

The arm Eddie is leaning on has gone a little numb, so Steve uses the other to sweep aside the curtain of hair drawn across the side of Eddie’s face, his fingertips grazing his cheekbone. Eddie’s lips part. A new sound, a different sound escapes him. He pushes in close enough for those pink plush lips to press against Steve’s collarbone. Heat curves around the back of Steve’s ears.

“H~eeey.”

He doesn’t want to wake him if this is a good dream. Eddie’s an open book. Eddie’s told him he’s been sleeping like dogshit, that the night terrors have been particularly horrible this week. It’s a joke, a little. The two of them share weird hours. They create bits about how bad things are, how awful they feel about their relationships with people they love, how awful they feel about themselves. It’s fun, until it isn’t. Steve’s seen Eddie’s whole personality swallowed by the wet sand of sorrow. He’s seen him sink into himself and surface with something else, something bright and exuberant and loud and false. If Eddie feels good Steve doesn’t want to ruin it. But if Eddie feels bad—

“Hey.” Steve hooks his palm to rest beneath the ridge of Eddie’s jaw, his thumb pressed into his dimple. “Eddie. Wake up.” Eddie’s eyebrows cinch, a sigh gliding across Steve’s knuckles. His eyelashes flutter, dark and spidery, his lids hanging low over hazy eyes. He blinks, owlish, then tilts up to meet Steve’s gaze with a slow, dreamy smile. “Hi,” he whispers. “Hi,” Steve chuckles in reply.

“W…” Eddie’s mouth works like its full of sunflower seeds; deliberate, purposeful. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Why’dju stop?”

“Stop…what?” He glances to the muted blue static of the screen. “The movie’s over, bud.”

Eddie blinks again, slower. He’s so sweet like this, soft and syrupy, so when he breathes a laugh Steve can’t help but mirror it. “Oh,” Eddie exhales, then leans forward and kisses him.

The hum of Eddie’s dreams are now against Steve’s lips. Those lovely little middle sounds are now inside Steve’s mouth. He swallows them, feels them knife down his throat, wedge between his ribs, twist into the open valves of his heart. He pulls back.

Eddie giggles again. Pouts. “You stopped again.”

“Oh, honey,” The endearment wrenches out of him, involuntary. He smoothes the worry lines out of Eddie’s forehead. “You’re tired, huh?” Eddie makes a non-committal noise. “Okay.” Steve sets his feet and secures his arms behind Eddie’s back. “Okay,” he groans as he lifts him, spins him towards the stairs. “Okay. Time for bed.” Eddie’s still in a half-conscious limbo as Steve navigates him upstairs, mouthing indelicately at any piece of Steve’s skin he can find. It’s untenable, and Steve’s not proud at how he launches Eddie in the direction of his bed, sprints to the en suite to splash cold water on his face before helping him undress. “Take it,” Eddie murmurs when Steve unbuttons his jeans, and Steve needs to sit in the center of the floor for a moment before proceeding. “That’s not what this is.” “Wantchu t’aveit.” Steve shoves him into a pair of flannel pajama pants and stuffs him beneath the sheets. Eddie curves onto himself like a mollusk, and Steve sinks at his hip, brushing his bangs away from his closed eyes. Steve feels himself split down the middle: One part already downstairs; one part already nestled in the contours of Eddie’s body.

“Go back to sleep,” Steve says, and moves to stand. Eddie’s hand closes around his wrist. “Stay?” His eyes flit open, brief, earnest, pleading. “Please, stay.” And, well. They’re going to talk about it tomorrow. They’re going to talk about the movie they didn’t watch, and the moment they half-shared, and the reason its so hard to sleep apart yet so easy to sleep together. Not now. Now Steve shrugs into shorts and a t-shirt, slides in beside Eddie. Now, when Eddie’s limbs tangle around his own, he tugs him closer, lets something deep within himself settle. “Stay?” Eddie asks again. “Go to sleep, honey.”

And he does. And they do.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #my fanfic

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sarcastic-sue · 2 years

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Kudos to bmg, they've done pretty good promo so far and it's apparent that they're tuned in to the fan response

#like the a bmg executive sorted the spotify thingy within an hour when lthq wouldn't have even batted an eyelash #hope they keep it up #lt #lt team #bmg

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cinellieroll · 2 months

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☆ random obey me headcanons!

lucifer, mammon and simeon ♡

part two (asmodeus, levi and barbatos)

part three (beelzebub, belphegor, solomon)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: a few spoilers ahead from the main story! also one SLIGHT nsfw on simeons part???

small note: i only started writing on tumblr now so idk much on how ppl do those line thingies on the words and then it teleports to a diff post so if anyone knows how to do it please teach me! thank you :3

☆ lucifer:

- generally has a thing for turtlenecks. if you open his closet you'll see a bunch of turtlenecks in there. lucifer is a very conservative man after all.

- speaking of closet, he definetely has a color code for his clothing. blacks, reds, navy blues, anything dark

- you'll never catch him wearing anything revealing. especially his legs. man keeps em hidden.

- has a very sensitive nose. he always scolds mammon and asmo for wearing such strong cologne. he has great sense of smell in general (the bitch can smell anything) and automatically knows when trouble is near.

- EXTREMELY petty when he doesn't get his morning coffee. if he misses a day without it an extra line will appear on his forehead.

- gifts you souvenirs when he enters the human world. claims he's here for business because diavolo told him but we all know that's not the only reason why he came up there.

- he doesn't like writing with modern pens and only settles with quills. he still has his old quill from the celestial realm and keeps it hidden somewhere.

- almost gave head pats to luke once.

- his nose is FUCKING BEAUTIFUL and his side profile too. he has a nose bump for sure and i will die on this hill.

- he's not a big fan of creamy foods like carbonara or anything with cream in general. if he's eating sweets he prefers the icing to be less flavorful. what do you expect? he's a black coffee lover after all.

☆ mammon:

- room is always a fucking mess, but he cleans when he procrastinates so if you ever enter his room and he's all quiet and cleaning just don't disturb him for a while.

- buys bootleg merch for levi for no reason. one time he found this cheep ruri chan stuffy on sale for like 150 grimm and decided to buy it.

- has fucking shit hand writing bro. sometimes it's small, sometimes it's big but most of the time it's ass balls. like why does your k and h look the same?

- he cracks his knuckles and joints often and can't go without a day doing it atleast once. it's kinda hot tbh lol

- when he's in a happy mood he'll sing in like a high pitched way. idk how to explain it but i just see him doing that especially when he's on cooking duty

- sleeps really late he could almost rival levi on it. surprisingly his eyebags aren't that visible though.

- has really pretty features like long eyelashes, plump lips and visible collarbones. eat your heart out asmo xoxo

- convinced himself he'll never ever like or listen to human world songs until he heard you blasting some music in your room. he was singing that song in his head for days on end but refused to ask you what the title was

- he's a very clumsy guy and often drops small things especially during class like his ballpen, eraser or that pack of bubblegum lucifer ended up confiscating

- before you arrived, he liked to vape or juul when he's stressed or felt lonely but now he only spends his time thinking of you when he feels down.

☆ simeon:

- when he turned into a human he had thoughts of becoming a teacher in christian education but realized it's better if he owned a cafe instead.

- he sometimes joins luke during his baking lessons with barbatos even though he already knows all the steps

- occasionally invites you for sleepovers and buys card / board games for you guys to play with solomon and luke! either he or solomon are always end up being the winners everytime though

- always and i mean ALWAYS willing to teach you something when he knows it. baking, writing, recent lessons, etc

- once the exchange program ended he started writing more and more, especially poetry. and mostly wrote about you and how much he misses you <3.

- started making diary entries after the aftermath of the celestial war.

- during quiet nights, simeon often thinks what it'd be like if he was really close with the brothers.

- his eyes are lowkey creepy sometimes when he looks at you for too long. it's like he's trying to detect every sin you've committed.

- idk why i thought of this but his teeth are literally so pearly and perfect but he doesn't really smile with them in view.

- unintentionally moans sometimes. like when he sits down after a long day you just start hearing a soft "ah~" out of nowhere..

#obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #om! shall we date #om! lucifer #lucifer x reader #mammon obey me #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #simeon obey me #obey me simeon #om! simeon #simeon x reader #obey me x reader #om! x reader #obey me headcanons #om! headcanons

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nightlocked-in · 7 days

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peeta tells katniss she snores

(scene from a modern au wip)

EDIT: you can find the completed fic here

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“Why don’t you sleep with white noise anymore?”

“What?” he asks groggily. He’s half asleep.

“Your white noise sound thingies. You haven’t put them on since, like, the first night I stayed over. I’m starting to think you’re a liar.”

We’re cuddling in my favorite position, facing each other where I’m able to hold his head against my chest and his arms are wrapped around my waist. We’re completely clothed. Well, I’m in a tank top and underwear, and he’s in boxers. We didn’t have sex tonight. Sometimes we don’t have time for anything other than studying and sleep. I don’t know when it became okay to have sleepovers with no sex, but now I can’t usually sleep without his arms around me. Even if I had to fuck him every night just to sleep next to him, I’d take it in stride and count my blessings. But he doesn’t seem to mind this way, either.

He chuckles, and the sound tickles the skin on my shoulder. I instinctively tug on his hair some, and I know it makes him wake up more because I hear his breath pick up speed a little. “I haven’t had to play them. When you stay over.”

I pause my scratches on his scalp. “What do you mean?”

His hands tighten around me and he seems to hesitate. “It’s um, easier… to sleep when you’re here, sleeping with me.”

My brows furrow at his nervousness, making me sense he’s hiding something. “What are you saying?”

He sighs. “Katniss… there’s no easy way to say this.”

“Spit it out, Peeta.”

He rubs circles on my back in a comforting manner. “You snore.”

I fake-slap him on the back of his head, sitting up. “I do not!”

He holds up a hand in a surrendering gesture, smiling. “You do, unfortunately. Well, not unfortunate for me. The sound helps me sleep.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re lying. I’ve never snored a day in my life.”

“A night in your life.” I roll my eyes. “And you do.”

“My sister and I have had sleepovers my entire life! She’s never once mentioned something like that!”

“Baby,” he reaches out to rub my thigh, and I’m used to the feel of his body on mine, but the new term of endearment makes my eyes widen and my face heat. “I’m sorry she never told you.” He smiles. “But I’m not lying.”

I look at him for a moment too long, then scoff. “Whatever.”

I pretend to be making my way off of the bed, but he wraps his arms around me, “Uh-uh, not so fast, Everdeen.” I giggle while he pulls me to lay flush against his chest, so we’re face to face. His eyes are slightly crossed from looking at me so closely. His eyelashes are so long. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

He sighs in what seems to be contentment. “I really like being around you.”

My heart skips a beat. “I like being around you, too.”

“And I like it when you stay over. It means that my white noise won’t be top five on my Spotify Wrapped for this year.”

I scrunch up my nose. “I don’t know about that one, Mellark. It’s already November.”

He rolls his eyes, “Fine. Then I like it when you stay over because…” he trails off to gesture between the two of us.

And I thought he was so good at words. “Because the sex is great?”

His brows furrow, and his grip on me tightens. “No.” He observes me a second longer before continuing. “I just like who I am when I’m around you. Don’t you feel like that with some people?”

I search his eyes. I feel like that with Annie. “Yes.” With you.

He gives me a soft smile that I match, and then we both lean in for a kiss, slowly. Just when our lips touch, I pull back a centimeter, taunting him. “Peeta?”

“Yeah?” His lips move against mine.

“I don’t snore.” I try to keep a straight face.

He chuckles against me, grabbing the back of my neck to bring me closer. “Whatever you say, baby.”

#katniss everdeen #the hunger games #thg #nightlocked-in #everlark #peeta mellark #thg blurb #thg one shot #thg drabble #thg fanfic #fanfic #umbrella boy

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1-49 · 3 months

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성찬 : An angel slept on my shoulder, & now it feels like sunrise.

❝ wherein Sungchan wakes you up differently than you are used to.

pairing: f!reader × jung sungchan ⁝ tags: um, he is a meanieee, as in the most adorable, most dreamy. inspo; photographer era sungchan, this pic! (hopefully, there will be more of them) ep14 of rize&realize in terms of his styling. wc. 3k

this a sslight reupload from two weeks ago given it got eaten in the tags, sry.

Poets write more about perfect love than toothpaste and alarm clocks, though there are intriguing ways in which our morning routines shape our lives.

Already, months of mornings spent waking up to find Sungchan lying next to you──someone u would gladly wake up beside for eternity.

A comfort, a constant, a habit. Someone whose smile lifts, heals, and puts all you want to hear into words; someone gentle and kind who winces when you try to brush an eyelash away from his cheek. Just a really sweet person who smiles w his eyes & something about it flutters ur heart... But that’s only the beginning.

On certain days, you wake up on different sides of the bed; on other mornings you find yourself waking up next to his warm skin; and on certain days, his schedule demands that you wake up alone.

On this particular day though you awaken to an odd camera shutter sound. The sound isn’t new to you──you have heard it before, but not this close, this intimate, or this early in the morning.

It takes a few more hearings of the shutter and click sound before you manage to slowly open your eyes & realize that this isn’t a lucid dream.

He is just lying there beside you, curled in an odd way, holding what you think is a black object, though you cannot quite make out what it is yet due to blurry vision.

You try to reach out to him & get him to take his seemingly favourite new toy off of your face, but all u can manage is a husky, “What are you dooing?” and shut your eyes instantly.

Sungchan pulls back, securing his camera teasingly away from you, and putting more distance between the two.

Gradually adjusting your eyes to the light that has evidently been let through the curtains on purpose, you make another whiny remark, “It’s tooo bright in heere.”

In the most foul, deep tone a person in the morning can have, he cheekily says, “Morning.”

Ouch…

White sheets separate you as you are trying to get a closer look at him by tapping the puffiness of the duvet to discover why he is acting so meanly this early in the day.

There it is—that click again.

The shutter sound reverberates more because of the silence in the room. It loops similarly to how wrinkled sheets do and similarly to how waves do, as he continues to force his finger onto the shutter button.

At this point, you know he is holding a camera; you are just curious about how he got it, since you have never seen it and he has never expressed interest in that kind of thing before.

“You make a perfect subject,” he admits.

Sure, it is too early for him to flirt, but is not something you are unfamiliar with either. He has this ability to ease and comfort even in the most tense situations. Which then also equals the number of times he has flirted with you, even in the most unusual circumstances.

There is just something about Sungchan that thrives on the abnormality of situations. His level of extrovertism is as high as it gets on your hot-cold scale, making you feel everything from extremes, but you would not trade that for anything. And if that means you are flirting with him at the dentist or while feeding an animal in the zoo, so be it.

And he is being unconventionally alluring once again this morning. No matter how long you have been dating, he still has an insatiable desire when it comes to pushing your boundaries. Specifically, he is manipulating your emotions today from behind that too-small-for-his-hands rectangle thingy.

Burying your face in the pillow, you whine, “Sungchannn,” since you are actually given something to be upset about in the first place. Why is he like this?

You know he has that ‘trouble’ smile on his face, even though you are not looking at it.

Click.

He takes a little longer to play as he inspects the new toy, looks down at a picture of you on the screen, peers at you through the viewfinder, and then peeks at you over the camera.

“It feels strange that I can practically touch you through the screen.”

It is too early, you swear, and this time, he is disturbing your tranquillity, but when he goes above and beyond to get your full attention, can you really blame him?

Said into the pillow, you refuse to give up and look at him, so it comes out muffled. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

“I consider that a compliment,” he taunts.

You instantly lift your head in reaction to the counterattack, intending to bother him even more “Well, yes, when” Despite the bright light coming from the windows, you force yourself to open your eyes. “when—”

The sight ..… You are only now experiencing it after your drowsy vision has subsided and things are beginning to become more clear.

The ball formed at the end of your throat is hard to swallow. “when—When… you,” you continue to glitch ── thinking, speaking, looking at him, and moving on are all challenging.

“Well… yes,” Sungchan continues his ribbing of you. “When…”

However, you are preoccupied with something else so much that you miss—you...

The fucking sight!

He is bathed in the most dazzling morning light. Someone who, naturally, has reached the pinnacle of confidence is someone who woke up significantly earlier than you and spent time with himself. Having had a great start to the day, worked out, showered, and taken care of himself, he has made the decision to make yours even better.

Propped up on his elbow, the devastation continues the more detail your eyes begin to take in.

The sunlight is skating on his hair. Pulling the camera away from his face, the drowsy light drips from his hair, still damp from the shower.

Golden, golden, golden — ‘the warm sun’ is burning your lips, cheeks, shoulders, and skin.

Here he is, seemingly creating ‘art’ when in fact he is it.

Considering that you have not yet experienced a view like this in the morning, the Leica in his hands enhances the rest of what you begin to perceive as his artistic movement.

Sungchan repeatedly tugs the camera strap in and out of his fingers as he plays with it. Even though your brain has just started working, you can understand the gesture’s flex and meaning.

Additionally, aside from the wet hair, the softness of the white sheets contrasts sharply with the print of the camo pants. It is hard not to be confused by the brutality of his choice.

His faded Diesel hoodie is completely unzipped, displaying his flawlessly squared abs, where the sun also appears to like to hang out. And you think that if he had been naked in bed instead of ‘completely clothed’, it would have seemed more natural. However, here you are.

Although the artwork you are viewing lacks logic, that is precisely the complexity of art.

As you continue to examine him more, your words linger at the back of your throat.

He remains unaffected. The flexing of his hands and abs is in harmony. The low rise of his camos tases the downward curve of his hips, and internally, you lose it a little. His toned physique exudes such an artistic quality. It is something you want to touch, feel, & experience with your hands to appreciate the artistry. But you know that you must go through hell to get there.

Apparently, you are his subject today, and you are aware of how dead-set Sunghcan can get when he has a goal. You are aware that you must tolerate his shaninagins this morning.

Alongside the obnoxious look, he has got going on──is the most mind-bending smile. It begs the question of how a smile can dig down that deep. All are capable of smiling, and all do smile, and you witness a hundred smiles every day, but none quite like his.

His smile has a subtle twist that gives it the ability to appear both devilishly seductive and angelically sweet. That is very exciting in both senses. It makes you shaky. A smile so intense and alluring that it simultaneously makes you feel afraid and terrified because it conveys how much you are falling for him. And even though you have been falling for a while, it always feels brand-new.

What is it that makes his smile so sincere? Why is it speaking back to you as well? And, why does it tell you what you want to hear?

Your mind is full of feelings. Your heart is full of feelings. There is no logic to you, as he starts to draw nearer, and your heart rate picks up too. You get so vulnerable every time you realize how much power this gentle giant has over you just by being so close.

He poses a question in an effort to highlight the fact that you are staring at him, “Would you like to see them?”

“Se—” you falter, raving deeply with your emotions. Not to say that he has caused you brain damage, but he most certainly has. “See-see what?”

“The pictures, angel.”

“Oh, yes,” you say, waving your head, “the-the pictures.”

An angel? You cannot remember a time when he called you an angel. This is the first instance. Your morning face freezes blankly, and all your efforts to stop the confusion from showing are useless. He finds appeal in it, so he grins.

And now, at a closer range, you can detect the scent of raspberry shampoo in his hair. His lips even; velvety and waxy, glazed in the same balm… The scent is vividly juicy, sweet, and slightly acidic, and it clings to your nostrils, gaining access to your thoughts and making you feel ecstatic.

The tension in your throat finally eases as you swallow it all. Still, it is not like you had a choice. You were forced to do it out of fear.

Fear of him. The fear of being approached by him in an awake state as opposed to a dream. This. The reality. The truth of his hoodie falling off his shoulder and his bare abs being dragged across the sheets...

You let out a sigh. No one could have prepared you for this morning.

Sungchan eventually tries to show you the photos he took of you on the LCD screen, but you are dying from the close proximity and the raspberry stench. As your itching, agitation, & restlessness increase, you try to cover more of yourself by pulling the sheets.

He picks up on all your signs—your desperation is adorable to him. He still appears naive enough to exploit you, though. “What?”

“N-nothing,” you respond, a little dizzy. “It’s just that this morning is giving me a really strong kickstart.”

He seems interested in what you just said, as his stare narrows. “Really?” His fluffy smile and curious eyes watch your lips for a reply.

How annoying…

After giving him a side eye, having grown tired of his lure, you turn back to the camera. “Show me.”

The pictures start to speed up one after another, & you aren’t sure how to react because you were the one being photographed without permission, but they are strangely gorgeous. Raw in the sense that perfection is surrounded by flaws.

You can see how he has fed his curiosity by taking a more romantic & delicate approach to your ignorance (you sleeping). There is no denying that the thematic progression perfectly conveys the raw emotions of someone being in love. The subject matter: tender sensuality, body art, and safe spaces.

Each and every one of photos discloses an intensely private detail about you that only he sees. Deeply asleep & oblivious to everything, including him and his camera, you are rendered completely helpless in those pictures.

Sunghcan looks at you and waits for your response while grinning to himself and twirling his finger around the edge of his lips.

At last, you say, “Um…”

He retracts, “Ummm? Just an umm?”

You make an effort to maintain your modesty and ignore what you consider weak pictures, considering how frail you look in them. “They are fine, I guess.”

“Fine!?” His brows furrow, and he gives a sad little pout. “Baby, no one else gets to see you like this but me.”

“A little possessive, aren’t we?” you flirt back, and naturally, the unintentional provocation is immediate. It works quickly, causing him to leap over you and threaten you with his new gadget.

With his knees bent, he straddles your body, & looks down on you. “Then let us improve them.”

You are still warm and sensitive from your sleep; the last thing you need to do is look at him standing on top of you as if you are viewing some grand statue from below...

And not to mention his low-rise camos and his unzipped hoodie with one sleeve hanging down his arm, exposing his bare shoulder. Incredibly ‘babygirlfied,’ if that makes any sense.

All of it is too much and something you do not need to focus on right now, but you can not really complain, can you? He is as dual-edged as the idea of his contradictory smile. Someone so irresistible.

Still,

“Sunggchaan,” you object, your hands covering your sleepy face, knowing that your protests never work against his determination anyway.

Waving the camera, he begins to goof around and document everything in the process. He is gazing at you and frantically pressing the shutter button, and the montage of pictures keeps going. Pretty soon, it is more about the moment than what he is photographing.

The room grows excessively bright as the walls begin to come to life one by one. It explodes with giggles and tickles and pillows thrown around as the peachy tint fills it.

The push-pull, trying-to-resist cat-and-mouse game is an engaging exercise to ensure you are fully motivated & prepared for the day. And it is nonstop movement, much like a workout.

Inside the sheets, then outside of them. Click.

Folded limbs & naive scratches. Click.

Teeth pulling at the strap of your tank top.

Teeth digging into the camera strap... [An artistic moment of reflection.] Click.

Your hand in reach for his camera. Click.

A Backhug. Speaking lip touching earlobe. Secrets spilling. A Promise.

And again, your palm (Click) on his lens.

A groan.

The Leica being thrown onto the bed.

Your wrists being pinned.

Stuck.

Tasting without touch.

Warm lips pressing a kiss against your cheek.

⠀

Finally, he pulls away from you, a photographer who takes his work seriously. He assumes the first position, straddling your body & stopping movement by glaring down at you.

It is just hitting that the constant motions and how you two emoted through the last couple of minutes lead into a new series of super artsy & super candid couple aesthetic—the ultimate romantic declaration.

Despite the camera being in his face, he looks at you over it. There is something so romantic about the prolonged primal eye contact you two share. Following everything is too intimate, beautiful, harsh, and full of passion.

Click.

It is impossible not to tease Sungchan, even though he is made you feel a little tired and increased your dopamine levels. “That is not how you shoot a photograph.”

“Oh, yeah?” He bends down, tongue pocking at his cheek and thumb resting on the delicate column of your throat. “Care to teach me?”

Pressing slightly, slightly...

the gentle thumb pressure to reduce your airflow is purely psychological.

Love tickles the shallow parts of your spine as his body heat seeps through the sheet that you badly force on yourself to cover your body. You too are fevered, & you have been since opening your eyes.

He observes every inch of your face, for you are his dream girl.

His lashes battle as his damp hair slides into his deer eyes. His breath and the raspberry scent are waiting on your lips. To say that he just imagines a kiss that would stop time and give you another hour of his undivided attention would be an understatement.

Butterflies start to swarm your whole body, you really want nothing more than to bite into that ivory shoulder!!

His soft pink tongue dances along his teeth as it tries to get your attention.

And while with sweet thoughts, a loving heart, and kind deeds, Sungchan radiates happiness like a sweet puppy, he also doesn’t mind being naughty...

You shy away, smiling—embarrassed by your own ideas. Mean, mean, mean. He is so mean!

This doe giant, the type to hold your face in his hands and say, “Come closer.”

You feeeel insane...

The camera sits on the nightstand, battered but full of memories. Somewhat of an unusual late morning—the city appears blood orange in the distance.

Your skin is being caressed by the gentle amber light of the morning as your legs entwine with his. The material of his pants is rough against your exposed skin, but there is something about the uncomfortability that makes you feel even more sensitive.

Ultimately, the final product is...

Well,

it is all about the mess of unmade bedsheets, uncareful kisses and blurry photos. The birds chirping their morning melody, and your face buried in his neck as you take in a deep breath.

They say a picture encapsulates a moment, but you come to realize that there is no better view than this one,

waking up to Sungchan’s dreamy face in this heaven-like bedroom every day──a safe space where you let him speak and have his way with you. That pictures can document a tiny fraction of those feelings & emotions it feels like bonus.

#riize #sungchan #riize scenarios #riize x reader #riize fluff #riize imagines #jung sungchan #riize fanfic #riize fic #sungchan imagines #sungchan x reader #sungchan x you #sungchan scenarios #sungchan x yn #sungchan fanfic #sungchan fluff

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rockstvrdotcom · 10 months

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♱☫ ⪼ "silly little brat"

hi guys ik u missed me

fem reader btw

summary: a story in which you and feitan hatefuck after getting into a heated argument after the both of you fuck up a mission

tw/cw: hatefuck, spanking, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut, whore, etc), spanking, slapping, hair pulling, feitans a total b word, rough sex, slight knife play? not rlly feitan js threatens u wit a knife (technically his umbrella) and cuts thru ur panties 😝, dub-con (if u squint)

"oh my gosh. can't you just admit it was your fault? you literally got in the way right when i was about to punch h-" your rambling was interrupted by a loud thump, feitans hand making contact with the table; watching as the wood split.

"shut up. you're too loud" he muttered quietly. you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you blinked as you watched him walk towards you, little to no expression on his face.

he took out his umbrella, pointing the sharp end to your face. "you annoy me. very much." he said, his mask thingy; or whatever the hell it is— slipping off his chin just a little bit to reveal a small frown. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"wow! thanks! i didn't notice." you said sarcastically, before you could even let out a small laugh; he had you pinned to the wall in just a blink.

your breath hitched. he had one hand next to your neck and against the wall. his lips curled into a small— mischevious smile. he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "what the hell are you doing-"

"shhh." he cut you off, his hand now moving from your ear to your waist. his thumb rubbed circles; your mouth was slightly opened. you were confused, but went along with it— there was very obviously sexual tension in the room while you guys were arguing. his hand retracted from your waist, now sliding his thumb along your bottom lip.

"silly little brat, i might have to teach you a lesson." he chuckled. you looked into his eyes— his pupils now blown with lust. he pulled you close, bringing you in for a deep kiss. you kissed back, your tongues dancing with eachother.

while you were distracted, he took his umbrella, sliding his hand down the waistband of your pants/skirt. next thing you knew, your panties were cut in half; falling to the ground. you bit your lip as feitans hand snaked down dangerously close to your cunt.

"i don't even know if you deserve prep.. dumb slut. what do you think?" he asked, his tone mocking you. you didn't know what to say. you just stood there, wondering what he would do next.

he took your silence as an answer. "oh— so no prep? had no idea you were a whore." he teased, dipping his middle finger inbetween your dripping wet folds.

"you probably wouldn't have needed it anyway. i've barely done anything and your cunt is already drenched" you felt your cheeks turn red as he spoke. he took his middle finger and shoved it in your mouth, making you taste yourself on his finger.

"fuck. i need you s'bad feitan," you cried out, bucking up your hips into nothing. he raised his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling. "wan' you in me, please." he watched you beg, finding it funny how just a second ago you were arguing and now your begging him to fuck you stupid.

"i think i might be a bit too big for you, you think it'll fit in your tight cunt?" he laughed, then wiped his hand on his baggy pants. giving you a look that told you that he'd let you take the lead for now. your hands rushed to take off the layers of clothing he had on. you were both making out on the table that he almost broke; once everything besides his pants was off, you admired the way his dick stretched the fabric of his pants— begging to be let out. your eyes trailed up to his abs, covered in scars.

you palmed him through his pants, watching his pupils dilate in pleasure. "fuck, its' so big," you whined, eyelashes fluttering innocently "don't know if s'gonna fit, baby" you complained, lowering your head down to his crotch as he sat up on the table. he grunted in impatience as you slowly took the waistband of his pants with your teeth and slowly slid it down.

"hurry up before i do it myself." he demanded, taking a fistful of your hair. he looked down at you, taking in the look you were giving him. you looked up at him innocently, eyes glossy and hair messed up. he licked his lips, his boxers feeling tighter.

now that his pants were gone, you became eager. you quickly slipped his boxers off. you watched his cock spring out— making you second guess even more if you could take it, he smirked when he saw your reaction.

and now he was tired of your slow pace, he grabbed you by the hips and bent you over the table. you let out a breathy moan as you felt his dick against your ass, looking behind you to see the sight of him spitting on his dick and stroking his cock; using his spit as lube.

you arched your back and backed up into him so your pussy would make contact with his crotch. "calm down. be patient or you won't get fucked, dumb bitch" he tsked, grabbing your breast and kneading it roughly. his hand released your breast, and moved back down to his dick, stroking it roughly before sliding it up and down your folds; covering his tip in your slick.

"put it in alread—" you begged, but stopped mid sentence when you felt a stinging pain on your ass. you looked up at feitan, who looked back at you.

"you're not one to make demands, sweetheart. i told you to be patient, didn't i?" feitan said, wincing as he grabbed you by the chin. all you could do was nod in agreement, your lips pursed shut.

he aligned the tip with your entrance, licking his lips as if he was about to eat a delicious meal.

you whimpered in both pain and pleasure when you felt him slide inside you roughly— his cock stretching out your walls and leaving no time for you to adjust to his size as he began to thrust in and out of your wet cunt as if his life depended on it. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, your moans and pants mixing with feitans grunts and groans to create a harmony.

curses spilt out of feitans lips, his eyes focused on your pussy and your pussy only. the sight of your cunt squeezing and gripping him; refusing to let go as he slipped in and out of you.

you looked behind you to see his thumb drawing shapes with your clit. "fuck.." you muttered as the pleasure of him playing with your clit added to the pleasure of him fucking in and out of you.

"hah— it's like this pussy was made for me. squeezing around me so nicely; she just doesn't wanna let me go." feitan laughed inbetween grunts, his cock throbbing— he felt it and so could you. your cheeks were flushed red, short breaths escaping your mouth.

"fuck– i'm close." you moaned out, cursing as you felt your stomach tighten. his eyebrows perked up in amusement, his pace picking up even though you thought it couldn't get any faster; but it did.

you almost gasped as he thrusted in and out of you so much more deeper and faster than before— your moans stuck in your throat, his speed leaving you speechless. "fuck, feitan, s- slow down!" you begged, tears forming at the waterline of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

"you can take it." he purred into your ear, grabbing you roughly by the hair. the mix of pain and pleasure was just enough to drive you over the edge.

the feeling of pleasure and euphoria washed over you, clouding your vision. you squeezed around feitan, about to let out a loud moan until he covered your mouth with his hand. "shh.. i think i can hear the rest of the troupe coming back" he whispered. the thought of getting caught made your walls flutter around him, the pleasure of you tightening around him bringing him closer and closer.

finally you felt him release his warm load inside of you, biting your lip so whimpers don't escape your mouth. he pulled out of you, watching his spend leak out of your used hole. "what a pretty pussy.." he took his fingers, swiping up his cum that was flowing out and shoving it back in you. a silent moan came out of your mouth— only to be replaced by feitans fingers.

you both heard the sound of approaching footsteps. panic swept through you. "oh my god-" you said as you pulled up your pants quickly and put on your shirt. you looked over to feitan who was doing the same.

just as you tidied yourself up, machi walked in first. then the rest of the troupe. you sat on the floor, fiddling with strands of your hair as if nothing had happened.

#feitan portor #feitan hxh #feitan smut #feitan portor smut #feitan x reader #feitan portor x reader #feitan #smut #hxh smut #hunter x hunter

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robins--corner · 5 months

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sum fanart 4 my three fav rottmnt aus

just as a disclaimer; i was and still am super exhausted and overwhelmed while drawing these, so im v sorry if they're wonky @ all

first! @somerandomdudelmao's leo from cass apoc. hes silly. hes not my fav but he was the easiest to draw in the moment

second up, @kathaynesart's omega from replica! ily omega youre so silly

last but most definitely not least, @tangledinink's gemini twins! i attempted his wicked eyelash thingie but my hand was disagreeing. woops ;;

aaand thats all 4 today. sorry for the length of this post im not here rn - also also, on my knees and sobbing im sorry 2 kat for doing such a low effort omega. i did him last and could not for the LIFE OF ME figure out how she managed to fit that stupid forehead in that mini flatscreen TV. ly tho

#doodle #rottmnt #fanart #cass fanart tag #rottmnt replica #rottmnt replica fanart #kathaynesart #tangledinink #somerandomdudelmao #au fanart #she? sorry kat im guessing off your persona #if you dont use she/her im fizzling into the stratosphere out of guilt sorry sor #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt donatello #gemini au #gemini au fanart

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eddiebun · 2 years

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where reader and eddie showers together and it’s super cute and fluffy and reader helps eddie wash his hair etc. please i am trying desperately to recuperate myself after vol 2😭😭😭😭

i feel you </3 this came out so soft it’s so healing

it was quiet in the munson trailer, all hushed aside from the scattered giggles you’d let out when you felt eddie’s fingers rubbing soap into a particular ticklish spot against your neck, “o-okay, okay, no more m’ gonna slip.” you tensed up, nose scrunching up from eddie’s now purposeful tickling.

you pushed his hands away, bringing one up to your mouth and glaring up at him playfully, “i’m gonna bite your fingers off, no more tickling.” you cooed, kissing each of his fingers instead.

eddie couldn’t help the big smile that overtook his face, eyes creasing and smile lines indenting into his cheeks, “mmkay, no more tickling, i pinky swear.” he held out his pinky and you squeezed it with yours.

“c’mon, the water will go cold if we don’t wash your hair in time, you big puppy.” you poked his chest before leaning up and placing a soft kiss at the tip of his nose, watching his face scrunch up cutely,

“what was that for?” he peeked an eye open as you placed the shower head above his hair, careful not to get the water all in his face.

“no reason, just love ya.” you giggled, other hand coming up to make sure all his curly strands were wet.

“you want me to dry your hair again like last time? it’s not good falling asleep with wet hair baby.” you scolded your boyfriend, bottom lip jutted out as you shook the shampoo bottle, pouring some into your hand before gently getting it throughly in his hair.

“mhm..” he nodded, probably not even listening, he always got so blissed out when you did that thingy with your nails against his scalp, massaging and rubbing.

both his eyes were closed now and you carefully— more-so than last time, rinsed out the shampoo, watching his big brown eyes fluttering back open when you set aside the shower head to get some conditioner on next.

“you love being pampered so much,” you giggled, “it’s so cute, no one would guess eddie munson was the biggest softie to exist.” he pouted at that but he didn’t complain or deny, he loved it really.

“smells like.. strawberries.” eddie muttered, eyes closed and head tilted back so you had to go on your tippy toes to make sure all the conditioner was throughout his hair.

“mm, close enough, it’s peaches.” you grinned, pinching his cheek and watching him peak his eyes open again, glancing up like he could see the top of his head, pointing to his hair.

“you’re leaving it on?” he asked and you nodded, watching the way his head tilted like a confused puppy dog.

“you gotta for this one, just for a couple minutes.” you told him, rubbing any stray water droplets that trickled down his face.

he nodded, taking a strand of his hair and sniffing, making you laugh, arms coming up to wrap around his waist with your chin rested at his chest, “you didn’t say it back.” you spoke quietly, his eyes darting from his hair to look down at you, blinking a couple times in confusion.

“say what back?” he asked, his hand coming up to rub his thumb along your cheek.

“that you love me.” you forced a pout, fluttering your eyelashes up exaggeratedly at him.

it had his shoulders shaking with laughter, his arms suddenly pulling you flush against him as he pressed his nose to yours and you smelt the peach conditioner from how close he was.

“i love you, so much, way too much,” he pecked your lips, “like more than you’ll ever know much.” he grinned against your lips before pressing his lips to yours, but for a real kiss, feeling how plush his lips were and how he tasted like a mixture of cupcakes you had baked for him and the lingering taste of cigarettes on his tongue, feeling it gently swipe and twirl around yours.

“mm, don’t get too excited, times up.” you mumbled against his lips, feeling him pout but he pulled away and you grabbed the shower head again, carefully rinsing out the conditioner, making sure none was left in and luckily the water didn’t turn cold before you had finished.

he took a hold of your hand and you followed him, feeling a warm fuzzy towel wrapped around you, the one he always saved for when you were staying over.

“thanks.” you smiled, tucking the towel around your body and watching eddie place one around his hips before you followed him into the bedroom, grabbing your hairdryer you purposefully bought and left here for your boyfriend.

it was kinda therapeutic, and you got to help eddie because he didn’t know the first thing about taking care of his hair, so it was a win win.

you jumped onto the bed, sitting yourself down and watching eddie sit in front of you, leaning back a little on the palms of his hands, tilting his head back and grinning stupidly, “hi.” he winked, face upside down from the angle you were looking.

“hi, dummy.” you giggled, poking his head and getting him to sit a little more properly as you turned the hair dryer on, grabbing a brush and carefully getting any tangles or knots out of his hair whilst you dried and thanks to the conditioner it never got too wild.

“i did a good job, as usual.” you boasted, kissing the top of your boyfriends head and feeling him lay back against you suddenly, “oh, you’re tired?” you gasped playfully in disbelief.

“it’s just so relaxing, thank you, sweetheart.” he told you, bringing your hand up and kissing the back of it, trailing soft kisses up your arm before he turned around, gesturing you to lay back with a simple nod of his head.

you smiled, agreeable especially when your boyfriend looked this cute and sleepy eyed.

you felt his soft hairs tickling your chin as he rested his head at your chest, feeling his fingers dancing gently along your waist.

this was nice, this felt like heaven, watching the way eddie’s head rose and fell with your chest as you breathed in and then out.

“can you play in my hair some more.” you heard him mumbling against your chest, feeling the pang in your heart, hand already instinctively flying up to get your fingers twiddling his strands and nails scratching gently up and down the back of his neck.

“mmh, thank you..” he sighed out and you felt his body un-tense even more if that was humanely possible, “love you s’much.” his breathing got a little heavier, soft snoring soon filling up the room.

“i love you too, so much more than you’ll ever know, eddie.” you breathed out.

#fairy fics 🤍#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie #fairy drabbles 🤍#stranger things fluff

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neymiiie · 3 months

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Eyes of the SEES members ~

I’ve always admired artstyles where every character has super unique and recognizable vibes, so decided to try it with the gang. Super fun, highly recommend!

In the process of designing these I developed headcanons for each of their eyes, kind weird but if you want to read me ranting about why I drew Yukaris pupils a certain way or whatever, feel free to click read more lol.

Makoto: I wanted him to look tired, so a lot of his eyelashes go downward instead of upwards, also eye bags because he has insomnia and you can’t convince me otherwise. I didn’t want his eyes to look hollow/empty, but I didn’t want to put super obvious highlights and I think it works? Idk. Also drew his eyes in a way that reminds me of the ocean at night (Atlus gave me a ocean/water motif and I run with it ok?). His eyebrows are kinda “messy” in comparison to the others but I think it makes his eyes prettier so it is in character to me.

Yukari: I wanted her eyes to look a little more intense and turned them a little to give them a slightly “angry look”. Yukari should have a light case of rbf imo. I feel like Yukari puts a lot of effort into her appearance, and she probably wears more makeup but I cannot draw that to save my life lmao. Her eyebrows are probably the least messy other than Mitsurus, for the same reason as the previous one. Also hard to tell, but I put hearts in her pupils because it’s cute. Really proud of these ones, they read like hers so well to me.

Junpei: Junpeis eyes were so fun to draw! I feel like he’d have pretty short lashes and slightly smaller eyes, but still very vibrant! I really wanted his eyes to look full of life but still pretty simple, and I think I did pretty well! They feel very expressive to me. Also I feel like he’d have naturally very thin eyebrows, so gave him that lol.

Akihiko: idk how I feel about these, but I guess they’re alright? Gave him a kinda intense stare ig. I gave him really long natural eyelashes because I feel like he’d have them (canonical pretty boy that he is) and I’m somewhat proud of them because I stuggle with making longer eyelashes look masculine so guess this is a win. Gave him an eyebrow slit because I was so sure he had one in p4arena only to find out he didn’t even have eyebrows in it. What.

Fuuka: I feel like Fuukas neutral expression would still look slightly confused/concerns so her eyes are a little droopy. Gave her short but thick eyebrows because I thought it would be cute. Her eyes kinda remind me of rain and I like that! Also sidenote love the fact that official art draws fuuka with teal eyebrows. The implication that she was either born with teal hair or is so dedicated to the dye job she even dyed her eyebrows is hilarious to me. I know blue is treated as a normal hair color in persona-universe but Fuuka is literally the only one with teal hair how is it not dyed but yosuke and chies is??

Mitsuru: I wanted Mitsuru to be pretty. I gave her thinner but crisp eyebrows and eyeliner. I was a little worried because before I started shading her eyes looked kinda evil?? Lol but they turned out better in the end. Didn’t do a lot of details in her eyes because it felt like it worked better that way, but gave her bright highlights in her eyes to make up for it.

Aigis: These are my least favorite, and the first ones I did. Not sure if thats awful, because I wanted them to be very different from the rest. I feel like Aigis doesn’t actually have this wide eyes but willingly widens them so you can see the whole iris. I feel like her eyes would look more normal at a distance, and most of her classmates just assume she’s got weird eyes because they’re an uncommon eye color (major “give her brown contacts please” energy). Made her eyes look like does target-thingys and slightly plastic-y.

Ken: I didn’t want his eyes to be to bright, but still lively and childish. I gave him round wide eyes + smaller and thicker eyebrows to give a more childish feel. His eyelashes are pretty short but made them point more downwards since they looked too cheerful when turned upwards.

Shinjiro: dunno how readable these are as shinji, but theyre fine. Made his eyes very dark and put bright highlights cause I thought it looked better than the grey he actually has. Also gave him major eyebags because man has not had a good nights rest since like. Last October (sorry)

#persona #persona 3 #p3 #aigis #makoto yuki #yukari takeba #junpei iori #akihiko sanada #fuuka yamagishi #mitsuru kirijo #ken amada #shinjiro aragaki #minato arisato #fanart #artists on tumblr #beating same face syndrome one body part at a time:#hopefully these are actually readable as the characters they are supposed to be to other people than me lmao

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