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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴋᴜ.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒.you recently found out that your best friend izuku midoriya, is spiderman and all the built-up tensions between the years of friendships finally manifest into this. NOTE: deku is ooc here.

wc. around 1,792

tags. izuku midoriya x reader. spidermandeku! x reader izuku midoriay ax reader smut. spidermandeku!reader smut. all characters are 18 years old. alternative au. non quirk au. spiderverse au. fucking your bsf. dom deku. deku eats out your pussy. deku fucks you hard. neck kissing/ sucking. face down ass up. afab!reader. unprotected sex. dirty talk. overstimulation.hair pulling.hitting it raw. 18+ mdni!

🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡

All though he hovered above you, you didn't move or push him off like you typically would. Instead, you placed your delicate hands on his sturdy shoulders.

'What's gotten over me?' You mentally ask yourself, your breathing getting stuck in your throat. The boy's face rapidly warms up the longer the both of you stare into each other's eyes, though that changed soon when his stare shifted from your eyes to your lips. It was like an invisible force pulling the both of you closer to each other. After sitting up in your elbows to close the distance, Deku, over away assuming you wanted to be free yet instead you placed your hands on the back of his to push his down, the both of your foreheads touching now.

"Wait Y/N, are you sure?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't be doing this." And with that, you connected both of your lips together. You were in ecstasy, who knew his lips would be so soft and gentle yet so skilled? It immediately had you wanting more as he placed his hands behind your head and the small of your back, his hand underneath your shirt but not moving anywhere else.

As you pull away for air, you tilt your head back before quickly re-attaching yourself to him but this time with your hands under his shirt too, yours being more bold to explore.

Deku used this as an opportunity to pull off his shirt in one swift movement, his hair getting a but messy in the process. You immediately threw your hands over him and wrapped your legs around him as he went down and your back touched the bed. Soon you felt his lips on your neck as he pepered gentle kisses.

Tilting your head back, you hiss at his warm lips touching your cool neck which soon displayed love bites that slowly worked their way down to your collarbones, reminding you that you hadn't taken anything off yet, and so you did. Throwing your top over your head, revealing your mounds of fat being contained in your bra. Shortly after, you disposed of your pyjama trousers, throwing them off somewhere. Without warning, the green-haired boy reattached his lips to yours, this time being most urgent of all.

Deku's quick hands freed you from your bra which soon gently messaged your breasts as he placed his lips on your neck, marking you with his love bites. You moan as you tangle your fingers in his hair, gripping his green locs needly. “Please.” you whimper, almost a plead as the heat between your legs starts intensifying, causing you to write in anticipation.

“Patience babe, patince.” he mumbles along your skin kissing his way down to your core. Deku looks up at you, with those emerald orbs, non-verbally asking you for continuation, to which you nod. He places a tender kiss over your clothed cunt and your eyes shut, head lols back.

“Are you wet for me baby?” He mumbles against your cunt, placing a sweet kiss over your covered clit, his large, rough fingers pressing your panties into your wetness, watching in awe as they practically drench in your wetness. You've never felt more embarrassed, your face heating up instantaneously. “Look at how wet you are f’me.” He fiddles with the fabric of your panties before pulling them to the side. The cool air rushes to your soaking cunt, causing you to shudder.

Deku's tongue immediately causes you to jolt though as with one long stripe of his tongue over your sensitive bud, your back arches. Your cute reactions seem to fuel his determination to have you a mess over his tongue and all over his face. As he laps you like a starved man, his nose grazes up against your clit, making you reel. “Don’t stop.” you moan out, your legs shuddering, threatening to close shut like a vice around his head.

“You like that hmm?” he asks against your pussy, the vibrations of his voice adding to the sensations. To which you respond with a “Fuck!” Deku uses this as an incentive to carry on, his tongue lapping up all of your juices, not letting any go to waste. His tongue swirls and laps and sucks on your clit, and you feel your orgasm work your way up, so soon.

“Dekuu.” you whine.

“What’s my name?”

“Izuku.” you moan breathlessly.

“That’s it.” he purrs, licking up your sopping cunt and slowly pushing his fingers into your tight cunt, he can’t believe how tight you're squeezing around him, so desperately. The thought of your freaky side finally being revealed to him seems to turn him on, His dick hardening at the thought, He moves faster and faster, like a starved man, like you’re oxygen. This intense wave of pleasure makes you unable to lay still as you writhe and squirm chanting out his name.

“Please, please, please Zuku.” His large hands grip onto your thighs, which seem to be getting in the way of his best work yet. He’s relentless and unforgiving as he works faster to please him to slow down. “Wait stop, m’gonna cummm.” You mewl out. He thinks the noises you make are cute, “Izu, Izu, Izuuuu shittt.” You feel the knot in your heated core tightening as you are seconds away from releasing everywhere. His fingers thrust into you and he shakes his head as his nose nuzzles into your clit, pressing deeper.

“YES FUCK YES!” you cry out loudly, your body shuddering and trembling and the pleasure ripples through your body, your orgasm taking control, and your juices spilling everywhere. You take a minute to recollect yourself, as you feel your cum trickle out of your warm pussy, all falling onto Deku’s face. He swipes some of it off his face with his fingers, places it in his mouth and swirls his tongue around his fingers savouring your taste.

“Shit you taste good. ” he says, staring down at you. The sound of a zipper being undone and the familiar jingle of a belt being kicked off the bed causes you to sit up. Deku rubs his dick up and down your pussy, watching it twitch from overstimulation. His eyes slowly rise from the filthy sight, unto your pleading eyes. “Can you take it? You ready for my dick princess?” He asks rubbing his top up and down your slick folds, awaiting your response. Too shy to respond you nod sheepishly, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “Words princess words. Tell me what you want from me.”

“Want you fill me up with you dick.”

“You sure.”

His question seems to stump because all of a sudden you're not that sure. You sit up properly to observe his dick. His tip is furiously red, leaking with precum. He was pretty girthy, definitely enough to stretch you out. His take takes a slight curve to the left and it’s lined with veins from his base to the top.

“You’re big.” You mumble, staring at his dick that you seemed to be salivating over.

“Do you think we can make it fit princess?” He asks, One large hand gripping unto your hip as you sink back down into the bed. “You bite your lip in contemplation and nod slowly. “ I need you to be sure about this Y/N.”

“I want you deep in me Izuku.” You confess and with that his teasing tip begins to make an entrance in your pussy, pressing itself further in. His eyes train on your face and how it contorts as he pushes himself in. “Tell me when to go.”

“Keep going slowly.”

His dick slowly reaches further and further inside your walls, till soon you're ready. He doesn't hesitate as he rocks his hips, creating a steady rhythm. And it feels good, it all feels so damn good as he slides in and out of your aching pussy. “MHm Faster please faster.” You moan out. Deku heeds your instructions and begins rocking his hips, his tip brushing against your G-spot causing to briefly go over the edge every time. “Who knew you were dirty like this Y/N.” he says, thrusting in an out of you, watching your body bounce with every move. Your breasts hypnotisingly bouncing around making Deku speed up lightly just to watch your tits bounce faster. “ Look at you, going crazy over dick, is this how you really are?” He asks and by now he's pummeling in and out of your relentlessly. You scream out his name and claw on his back and he leans forward to fondle with your breasts.

“Fuck it feels so good don’t stop.”

“Ill have to if you keep squeezing me like that.” Your repetitive moans seem to send Deku over the edge. the thrusts stop and you feel hands underneath you pick you up to flip you over, laying you on your stomach. His hand pushes your head down dn you insitively put your ass up high in the hand, shaking it needily. Deku first slaps his tip along your pussy before giving a harsh slap t your ass, watching as it begins to tune red. His palms grip the flash of your ass like his life depended on it. Gripping it and using it to pummel into you. Your moans were muffled as he drilled you into the bed. Tears spill out your eyes from the immense pleasure.

“MM’GONNA COMEEEE.” you cry out.

“Aww can my baby not take it anymore.” he coos in your year, going even faster than before. “Please, please, please please.” you chant.

“Can you hold out until I tell you to come?” he asks, his grunts and groans mixing with your whimpers and moans, but the only way you can respond is in a string of curses.

Deku begins to pummel in and out of you at inhumane speed, you genuinely find it difficult to hold yourself up and he drives you deeper into the mattress, mind’s cloudy and fogged up, and the only thing going on is your cock drunk smile. “I'm coming princess, you wanna come with me?” he asks.

“YES!” You cry out.

“Come f’me baby, I want your pretty come allll over my dick.” The knot in your stomach breaks and your eyes screw shut, toes curling in ecstasy that washes over you like the big tides in the ocean. Your body immediately goes limp and your pussy oozes out your cum. Deku picks you up by your arms and finishes off with a few lazy thrusts, before placing you on the bed again.

You can't believe you've just fucked your best friend. You can’t believe you fucked Spiderman.

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thisliminalspacedaydreams · 7 months

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Concept: Regulus is only a goofball in James’ presence because he loves to see that big stupid smile.

(No one else understands why James keeps telling everyone Regulus is so funny when he is dead serious in public all the time.

James: you’re so funny

Everyone: he’s literally a murder nugget???)

#my headcannon #jegulus #jeggy #james fleamont potter #fanfiction #fanficwriter #james potter x regulus black

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lieslab · 11 months

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Stray Kids find out you’re not eating.

A/N: I think some of you so desperately need this. You’re not alone in your struggles. Please reach out to someone if you need to. No matter how awful you may feel, no matter how much your brain screams at you, you deserve to eat. Please do not forget how precious you are <3

MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: Contains mentions of skipping meals, fainting, weight loss, starvation, exhaustion, hair loss, over-exercising, spitting and chewing, weighing self, and throwing up.

Word Count: 3,800

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and a bit of angst.

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Chan:

He knew something was wrong when you declined breakfast and then lunch and at dinner, you slipped up. He was making the two of you food. Standing over the stove, steam floated up from the pot of rice. He worked quickly around the kitchen as you sat at the kitchen table.

The two of you had been sharing snippets about your day. When he grabbed two bowls from the cupboard, that’s when you intervened. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Getting us bowls for dinner, why?”

“Oh, I’m not hungry, I had a big lunch. Whatever leftovers you have, if you don’t want them, I can eat them later.”

He agreed at first, but then when he thought back to it, you had lunch with him and the guys. You slowly nursed a coffee and insisted you had a stomach ache. Upon realizing this, he turned around to face you. You knew the moment that his eyes hit yours that he caught your lie.

“You didn’t have lunch.”

“I-I did!” You slipped up with a stutter. “It was after I left you and the guys.” Your voice raised an octave. Feeling mortified, you quickly looked down at the floor.

“What’s going on?” He walked over to you and grabbed your hands in yours. His soft voice nearly made you cry. “Why are you lying to me?” When he started rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs, that’s when you broke completely.

“Okay, so I’ve been skipping meals. It hasn’t been an issue. It’s only for a little bit beca-”

“A little bit? You have to eat. Your body needs energy. If you don’t eat, you’re going to be so tired.”

“But I-”

“No,” he cut you off again. “I’m going to finish making dinner and you’re going to eat some of it, okay?

As much as you wanted to disagree, you knew how much he valued your health. The look of pity that he gave you nearly killed you.”

“Yeah, okay.”

-_-_-

Lee Know:

Lee Know hummed beneath his breath as he brought out canned cat food. At his feet, his three cats sat impatiently. Doongie meowed as he eagerly slithered between Lee Know’s legs.

“You’re going to have to wait patiently,” Lee Know muttered. “We’ve been doing this for years, you guys know the drill.”

You chuckled from your place on the couch. From where you were located, you could see all of them in the kitchen. The meaty smell of cat food floated towards your nose and without warning, your stomach grumbled loudly. So loud, that Doongie’s meow was cut off and he whipped his head towards you as did his siblings.

Lee Know paused his movements. “Are you hungry too?”

“No.”

Your stomach rumbled again and you mentally cursed yourself. You hadn’t eaten since this morning and now it was dinner time. You thought you could make it the whole day without making your hunger obvious.

“I could make you something like uh…” he paused for a moment and looked up trying to think of something.

“No thank you,” you politely declined.

Your stomach rumbled in disagreement. He ignored it and placed the cats’ food on the ground. They raced over to the dishes and began to eat. You stared at them with a clenched jaw. It wasn’t fair that cats didn’t have to worry about things like their weight.

Before you realized what was happening, he snuck up behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you towards him on the opposite side of the couch. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I’m just not hungry.”

“Your stomach doesn’t think so.”

You let out a sigh, “I’m trying to lose weight, that’s all.”

“Are you doing it properly?”

“Well…”

“Come on,” he stood up and grabbed your arm, “let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Grocery shopping. If you want to lose weight, you’re going to do it the healthy way. We’re going to get stuff to cook healthy meals. I’m not going to sit here and watch you starve yourself.”

“B-”

“No buts. Come on! Soonie, Doongie, and Dori need you to be happy and healthy and so do I. You’ve got to live a long life for us.”

-_-_-

Changbin:

You yelped in shock as hands were wrapped around your waist and your feet left the floor. “What are you doing?” You panicked and squirmed.

“I’m testing my strength! I’ve been working out more in the gym and I want to see if all that hard work is paying off.”

“Changbin, let go of me!”

“No.”

You let out a sigh and crossed your arms over your chest in annoyance until he finally placed you back on your feet. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist and spun you towards him. You let out another yelp as a wave of dizziness swept over you at the sudden movement. You dug your nails into his forearm to steady yourself.

Changbin grabbed your hips to stabilize you and hummed to himself. He let his eyes trail from the top of your head down to the bottom of your feet. Not being able to take it anymore, you asked him what he was doing.

He reached out and placed his hands on your hips. “Uh-huh, just as I suspected.”

“What?”

“You’re not eating properly.”

“And how the fuck do you know that?”

“Well, it was a guess, but you just confirmed my suspicions.”

You groaned as he took your wrist with his hand. He began to pull you along. You struggled to get your legs to move. “Where are we going?”

“To the nearest gas station. We’re going to get you something to eat. Don’t worry about paying, it’s my treat.”

“But the fans,” you started.

“My fans are not me. Just because they don’t like the way you look, it doesn’t mean I don’t. You gotta eat something before you blow away in the wind.”

“Binnie!”

“I’m just saying! What if you blow away? Who will I show my love to then? Who will I show my muscles off to?”

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“The biggest and the best.”

-_-_-

Hyunjin:

“You’re still not doing it right. It’s right hand and then left hand and then hip pop and spin. Ready?”

You nodded your head with bags under your eyes. You didn’t dare admit that you had been barely eating over the past week. Hyunjin would probably kill you. So with sweat trickling down your forehead and plastering your shirt to your back, you tried it again.

“And five, six, seven, eight!” He called out.

You began to move your body, but halfway through, something went wrong. Black spots swarmed your vision and your mouth went dry. You briefly felt like you were underwater.

Hyunjin watched the whole thing in the practice mirror. You spun and down you went. He watched in horror as your eyes rolled back into your head. Your limbs went limp immediately. Your body slammed into the floor with a thud and your head bounced off the floor.

He instantly dropped down to your side and in the middle of his panic, he shook you. Calling out your name, tears came into his eyes. You nearly gave the poor man a heart attack. It took a few seconds to come back around before you realized what had happened.

You tried to sit up, but he pushed you back down. “Don’t move! Don’t move! Are you okay? Oh my god. Do I need to call an ambulance? I should call an ambulance just to make sure you’re okay.”

“No ambulance,” you mumbled.

“But you just fainted for no reason and yo-”

“No ambulance,” you repeated yourself.

“But yo-”

“I haven’t been eating!” You blurted out. Your head throbbed from hitting the ground. Your stomach had been so empty that it started eating itself.

His voice caught in his throat at first. “What?” He finally got out.

“I haven’t been eating. I just thought that maybe if I stopped eating, I could lose some weight and I-”

“Stop it. Holy fucking shit, I thought you nearly died! Stay right there, I’m going to go find something for you to eat and drink.”

“Hyunjin, I-”

“We’ll talk about that later. Right now, you need to get something in your system before you faint again. Stay right here and don’t move.”

Without another word, he quickly left to get you food and water.

-_-_-

Han:

“Did I do something?” Han stood in the door frame of your bedroom. “Can I try and fix whatever it is? I’m sorry.”

You laid face down in your bed. Your face had been shoved into a fluffy pillow. You didn’t dare move because you didn’t want to see the hurt on his face. You had snapped at Han the moment you came home from work. You hadn’t meant to, you were just so hungry that your mood turned sour. Han just happened to catch you at a bad time.

Your body silently shook as your sobs were absorbed by your pillow. He didn’t say anything else and you thought that maybe he had left feeling more hurt than when he arrived. Han was always afraid of hurting people’s feelings. To know that you were the reason why he was so upset, it killed you.

Upon hearing you sniffle, Han tip-toed further into your dark room. He called your name and waited for you to say something to him. You rolled over and looked at him with a salty mixture of tears and snot running down your face.

“I’m sorry” was the only thing you could find the words to say. “I didn’t mean to yell at you, I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t do anything, I swear.”

“Did you have a bad day?”

The hurt had left his face completely. All that was left behind was large twinkling brown eyes that were filled with curiosity. That killed you even more. To know that you had to admit what you had been doing to his face.

“I just,” you sniffled again, “I haven’t been feeling the best.”

“You could have told me,” his voice softened. Long arms slid around your waist and pulled you close. “I want to take care of you.”

“I don’t deserve to be taken care of. I’m so fat and ugly and I-”

Shock washed over his face. “What are you talking about?”

“I hate myself and I haven’t been eating because,” tears filled your eyes again. “Because maybe if I stop eating, I’ll lose weight, and people will like me more that way.”

“Who told you that?”

“Society.”

“Well, society fucking sucks. You are fucking beautiful, every single inch of you is perfect. Is this why you’ve been so moody? Because you’re hungry?”

“Has it really been that bad?”

“I thought you were starting to hate me!”

“I could never hate you! I’m sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”

“How about we watch a movie and eat some food. I know you don’t want to, but I think it might make you feel better.” He used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away your tears. “We can work out the rest of your apology later.”

“What movie?”

“Howl’s Moving Castle?”

“I should have known.”

-_-_-

Felix:

“Can I use your laptop to google something?” Felix asked.

“Yeah, just try not to get a virus on it, would you?”

“It was one time!”

“You tried to illegally download your own song and I had to completely wipe everything from my computer.”

“I apologized and you had everything backed up.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t let you forget about it.” You grabbed your folded pile of clothes and headed towards your bathroom. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’m holding you to that!”

You shut the bathroom door and locked it behind you. It didn’t take you long to strip out of your clothes and stand beneath the warm spray of the showerhead. Meanwhile, Felix sat criss-cross applesauce with your laptop on his lap.

He began typing in the question he had when google suggested him a google search.

How to lose weight?

And the worst part was that it was highlighted as a previous google search. You had searched that question before. He tried to ignore the uneasiness that washed over him. Everyone had struggled a little with their weight before, right?

He tried to clear it from his thoughts. It wasn’t his business, after all, you had been kind enough to let him use your laptop. He continued typing in his question and that’s when another previous search recommendation popped up.

How to lose 10 pounds in one month?

Before he knew what he was doing, before he could stop himself, he clicked on it. The page reloaded and brought up a wide variety of websites. His stomach dropped at the sight of them. Article after article had been linked and the worst part was that the links were purple instead of blue. You had been visiting each site.

You had clicked on them. You poured over them for hours. Trying to find the latest diet to rapidly lose weight, you craved the high of an empty stomach. The daintiness that came with it. The romanticization of starvation, you fell in love with it. How could you not? All the pretty people were skinny.

Still distraught, he went to the google search history of your laptop and clicked it. His heart shattered in his chest. Link after link, article after article, one random website after the next, after the next. You had spent minutes, no, hours, pouring over every website. You craved the high of it all.

The bathroom door started to open, he closed the tab, and slammed your laptop shut.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” You asked with a smile.

And that’s when it hit him. The brown bags beneath your eyes. You had started to complain that you were tired all the time. Your hair had begun to fall out more than normal. So many things that you had enjoyed doing, you started to turn them down.

His heart shattered in his chest. He had been doing all of that at one point. He knew how awful the whole thing was and yet when it came to you, he hadn’t even realized it. You were so good at hiding it that he didn’t know. He might have never known until he got a hold of your laptop.

“How long have you been starving yourself?”

“What?” You blinked in shock. “What are you talking about?” You tried to deflect the question.

“Don’t lie to me, it’s the only thing in your search history. How long have you been starving yourself? When was the last time you ate?”

“Why does it matter?”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Two days ago.”

Felix closed his eyes to hide the tears that threatened to pour down his freckled cheeks. He swallowed and tried to pull himself together. “Why?” His soft voice was enough to make you melt.

“I want to be pretty.”

“But you are.”

“Not enough.”

“You’re killing yourself!” He blurted out. Tears filled his eyes faster. “You’re slowly killing yourself and if you keep it up, you’re going to wither away. I can’t lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me.”

“Please come get something to eat with me.”

“Would it make you feel better?”

He nodded.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “Okay, let’s go get something.”

-_-_-

Seungmin:

“Seungmin, where the fuck is the bathroom scale?”

“It broke, so I threw it away.”

“You, what?” You shrieked. You tugged at your hair as you tried not to freak out. You hadn’t weighed yourself today and you needed to. How were you supposed to know how much weight you had lost?

“Where is it?”

“Trash.”

“I’ll go get it, I can fix it.”

“They took the trash this morning.”

You froze with your back turned to him. It took everything in you not to turn around and shake him. He didn’t know this about you. He didn’t know how much of an addiction you had to losing weight. No matter what happened, he could never know.

You finally settled on an “oh” and quickly put on a pair of socks and began lacing up your tennis shoes.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“I’m going to walk to the store and get a new scale.”

“You’re going to walk to the store?”

“Uh-huh.”

“The nearest store is two miles away.”

“I could use the exercise.”

“It’s raining,” he continued.

“I’ll take an umbrella.”

“Stop it.”

“What?” You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

He sat on the edge of a couch with his arms folded across his chest. “You’re not very good at hiding your problems. The swapping full sized meals to protein shakes, exercising more than normal, the constant weighing yourself.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you played dumb. “Is it wrong to take care of my physical health?”

“It is when every meal you’ve had for the past two days, you’ve been chewing it and spitting it into your napkin.”

The color washed out of your face at once. “How did yo-”

“Nobody goes through four different napkins while they’re eating food. Not to mention, I found them in the trash can after you left the table. The bathroom scale is fine, but I think it’s going to stay hidden for a while.”

“But I-”

He shot you a narrowed glare.

“It’s probably for the best,” you mumbled; feeling annoyed that your plans had been destroyed.

“Grab that umbrella and let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

He stood up and walked over towards you. “The restaurant down the road. You need to eat something that doesn’t taste like chocolate chalk.”

“The protein shakes aren’t that bad.”

“You’re only saying that because you’ve been starving yourself and everything tastes good when you’re starving. Come on, let’s go get some food in your stomach.”

-_-_-

I.N:

You had completely panicked when I.N announced that his parents wanted to meet you and have dinner. You had been struggling recently with eating. You could barely keep up the act of eating in front of I.N let alone having his parents make you a meal that you had no control over.

If you didn’t eat it, it’d be considered incredibly rude, and you didn’t want to offend them. He was so happy when he brought up the topic, that you didn’t dare turn it down and destroy his happy mood.

So you went and you smiled and you played it cool. When a large portion of food was sat in front of you, you smiled as it was served. You laughed along and tried to maintain the role that I.N had designated you as. You answered questions and you asked questions.

You had been the perfect guest. You did everything right, but when you got home, you fell apart. You were so physically aware of the amount of food in your stomach that it made you want to throw up. You were nauseated and bloated and you had eaten too much. You didn’t want to be rude when you were offered a second portion, so you took it.

When you came back home, you patted your pockets and faked a panic. Your phone was missing and you couldn’t find it. You had dug through your purse frantically and checked under your seat, but you couldn’t find your phone.

I.N started looking for it and as he was doing that, you swore you’d be back, but you had to go to the bathroom. You darted towards the house, unlocked it, and let yourself in. You scrambled towards the bathroom and dropped in front of the toilet. Forcing two fingers down your throat, you heaved and made the food come back up.

Over and over you went, fingers scraping up along your two front teeth. Tears streamed down your cheeks and vomit contaminated toilet water splashed your face. Stomach acid coated your teeth. It made you feel awful, but, at least, you were getting rid of all the food you had consumed.

I.N hadn’t found your cell phone. He went into the house to tell you that he was going to head back to his parents’ house to look for it. Perhaps you dropped it on your way out of the house or in the driveway. When he heard the sound of you retching, he hurried towards the bathroom.

There he found you with your phone sitting face down on the bathroom sink. Two fingers lodged into the back of your throat. You hadn’t noticed him and he was too shocked to say something. He watched as you did it over and over again.

Saliva covering your fingers, drool dripping down the corners of your mouth, tears trickling down your cheeks, he saw all of it. At some point, he realized what was happening and rushed over towards you. A tender hand was placed upon your shoulder.

You jumped at his touch and ripped your fingers out of your mouth quickly. With wide eyes, you felt like a deer caught in headlights. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long. Are you okay?” He had been there for a while, but he didn’t want to make you feel worse.

You shook your head and began crying. Your shoulders heaved as heavy sobs racked your body. You hadn’t been okay for a while and this had been your breaking point. You felt miserable and disgusting and guilty. Without meaning to, you had traumatized the poor boy.

“I’m sorry I lied about the phone,” you got out.

“Why were you…” He trailed off.

“I’ve been struggling with eating,” you sniffled. “We went to see your parents and they were so nice. They’re such lovely people and I didn’t want to be mean and say no. I didn’t want to disappoint them, so I ate dinner and then I felt so disgusting,” you spat. “I felt so gross!”

“It’s not your parents fault, their food was amazing, but I-”

“I think I understand. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He cautiously grabbed your forearm and lifted you up from your spot on the floor. “How about a shower? I’ll go get you some clean clothes, okay? After that, I can bandage up your fingers.”

You mumbled a quiet agreement.

Before he left, he kissed the top of your forehead. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

You silently nodded.

It was for the best.

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shipseekingshippers · 1 year

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#fanfic #fanficwriter #fanfic problems #fanfiction #Fanfiction humor #shipseekingshippers

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lieskuu · 17 days

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" Anything you can do, I can do better. "

{ 希望 } Ranpoe x M!Reader

Genre : Smut !!

Includes : Dom!Top!Ranpo, Dom!Top!Poe, Sub!Bottom!Reader, Threesome, Gagging, Crying ( Dacryphilia ),

A/n : GUESS WHOS BACK !! this has been requested by @tucshieen !! sorry I haven't been posting lately, kinda got busy after the Sigma one :P BUT HOPE THIS'LL MAKE UP FOR IT !!

!! FEMALE ALIGNED DNI !!

Your boyfriends would always compete with each other, it was quite normal but sometimes it would get out of hand, but would you do anything about it? nah.. you have better things to do.

Like.. watching them make up the dumbest competitions.

But I guess these competitions started to include you.. like, who's the better kisser, who's better at making you blush, who's better at picking dates.

You were flattered honestly, but I guess today this competition was.. something else perhaps.

What do you do when your boyfriends, one is deep throating you and one is slamming into your hole, is fighting about who could please you more? you could barely think.

Your mouth filled with a certain novelist's dick, holding onto his hips for support while your hole was filled by a certain detective's dick, your eyes were just tearing up, you could barely handle it.

" Mhm.. just like that, fuck you're mouth is so warmm.. " Poe smiled at you as he pulled on your hair a little, making you take every single inch, " You can handle it, right? " The novelist smiled at you as he used his other hand to wipe your tears.

While the detective scoffed and gripped your hips, " Don't pay attention to him, " He mumbled under his breath as he started pounding into you harder, causing you to choke out a cry, your breath hitching, you weren't sure on who to focus on.

" Ed doesn't seem to know how to use his dick properly. " Ranpo joked as he moved his hand down and started to wrap his hand around your cock, stroking it as he pounded into you restlessly.

Poe raised an eyebrow as he looked at Ranpo, " Seems that my dear Ranpo, is selling out the wrong info, seems quite irresponsible for ' the world's greatest detective. ' " He responded back as he pulled onto your hair harder.

You started to choke a little, getting the brunette's attention as he looked down, locking eye contact with you once more, " Choking, eh..? Ranpo-kun's being too hard on you, hm? " He said as he stroked your hair.

It's quite an obvious difference on who's gentle and who's rough.

" Me? being hard on him? I'm just giving him a better time! unlike you. " The black-haired spat back, glaring at the other.

" Better time? you're being so rough on him, isn't that right, hm? " Poe questioned you, as if he expected you to back him up, but you were too busy crying out of pleasure.

Your tears running down and dropping like rain, your face flushed, you were about to move your head to respond but Ranpo spanked your ass, causing you to choke out another moan.

" Aw.. look at him crying! isn't he adorable. " Ranpo giggled as he spanked you once more, hearing your muffled noises just make him want to pound you faster, " Seems to be enjoying it, ya know. " He grinned mischeviously.

" Or maybe he's crying because of you. " Poe responded.

" Yeah, crying because I know how to have a fun time. " Ranpo giggled once more.

The novelist scoffed and pulled your hair, feeling your mouth's warmth, " You're doing so well for me, aren't you? " He moaned as he felt your tongue move around his cock, thrusting his length into your mouth.

You practically melted at his praises, you didn't even know who to choose at this point, them arguing over you is honestly making you feel so .. how do you explain it.

Their arguing kept going, but you were so.. close, so fucking close, that Ranpo noticed your legs shaking, he smiled as he took it well, he jerked you off faster, determined to give you a better time and cum well.

Poe noticed and started gripping onto your hair harder one last time and started forcing you to take his entire length, determined to make you feel more warmth.

The overwhelming feeling started taking over you, it didn't take long before your cock started leaking out the gooey liquid, letting your eyes roll back and moan.

Poe came into your mouth, that bitterness filling your mouth, forcing you to swallow and take every last drop, while Ranpo thrusted a few times before cumming inside you, making sure you become full from his seed.

They pulled out, your first move was to collapse onto the bed and let out a small whine, " ff..uckk.. ", your voice was hoarse from whatever just happened, dizzy and pleasured.

" .. See I obviously gave him a better time. "

" I'm technically the reason why his voice was like that, Ranpo-kun "

" Can you both shut up for a momentt.. I feel stickyy.. "

IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING OFTEN I WILL TRY MY BEST TO DO REQUESTS IF I GET ANY, SCHOOL IS REALLY TIREDSOME 🔥🔥🔥

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good-as-i-am94 · 1 year

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Peter flopped onto Tony and Pepper’s bed while they packed for a trip, “I’m begging now. Take me with.”

Pepper laughed softly as she put another shirt in her suitcase, “I tried to tell him you would want to come.”

“It’s going to be a bunch of boring meetings, Kid. Why are you begging to come? Did you and May have a fight or—“ Tony frowned and then snapped his fingers, “You think if you come with then you are ungrounded.”

“Pfftt.” Peter rolled his eyes, “No. I just miss Pepper. I never get to see her.”

Pepper paused to ruffle his hair, “That’s my favorite lie.”

“I don’t know why the two of you are so suspicious. Honestly, maybe someone should be asking the two of you questions.” Peter said as he pulled two shirts out of Tony’s bag.

Tony grabbed them, “Stop. Now I’m getting annoyed.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“I’m calling May.” Tony walked out of the room.

“But Mr. Stark—“ Peter trailed after his mentor.

Pepper found her passport to move to her purse, “Friday? You think Peter’s going to convince him?”

“I’ve calculated that the probability is at 98% based on previous situations where the boss says no repeatedly and Peter continues to ask.” Friday confirmed.

“It’s those brown eyes.” Pepper thought out loud.

“Agreed.” Friday confirmed.

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inkofthebrain · 2 months

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General About

Master-lists, fandoms, and more (maybe)

Master-Lists

Mizu: Blue Eye Samurai

Fandoms/Characters I Write For

The L Word - Shane McCutcheon (F4F/F4GN only) Blue Eye Samurai - Mizu (F4F/F4GN only)

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Find everything I've ever written here!

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I prioritize any requests over my own writing!

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Here's everyone I write for! (you can still request people that aren't here)

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Steven Grant & Marc Spector x gn!reader; "BLOODY HELL?!"

( summary: you show up to Stevens apartment covered in blood. Whether it’s yours or not is a complete mystery and Steven and Marc are freaking out )

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rippersz · 6 months

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20 Author Questions:

Tagged by @weemssapphic ; thank you darling! What a treat ^^

How many works do you have on Ao3?

Combined with both accounts? 12.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

134,494 in total.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Gwendoline Christie characters; Resident Evil 8: Village; The Devil Wears Prada.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Fridays Are Her Least Favorite Days

Coping with Larissa Weems As Your Boss: A Guide For Lesbians

It Was A Wicked Thought

She Was Everything

How To Love A Creature So Unlike You

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

No. Not because I don't care, but because I don't want my comments to be mixed up with theirs - and I take all of them to heart. I read them all and I read them all a million times. Just because I don't respond doesn't mean I don't appreciate; and there's only so many ways to say thank you. I feel the need, every time, to one-up myself. So.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOVING YOU IS BEAUTIFUL: - I think this one, honestly? It leaves me with such a sense of dread and loss of hope at the end. I don't know why.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Sweet Silver-Lining of Miranda Priestly - It's full of hope. A very ambiguous ending. This oneshot made me feel very happy while writing it - which is not something I feel often while writing. So that was a nice change of pace.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. And I don't deserve hate. ;P

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. I don't consider myself to be very good at it though. And I always write wlw. G!P and kink is usually included too because I cannot get enough.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No, aside from the Alcina and Larissa one I just did.

11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

No. And I hope it never happens.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

One or two people have offered/asked, and I've given permission, but could never find the sites in which they reposted and translated them to. So..

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. Had plans but never went through with them.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I love x reader ships, but in other media... probably Linda Martin x Mazikeen from Lucifer.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's too many to count.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think my best writing quality is the fact that it comes so easily to me. It's just who I am. My flow, my ability to convey and stir emotion, my descriptions of love.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I make promises that I won't keep. I am shit at dialogue. I overexplain or underexplain. I am rarely satisfied with what I create.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

The only language I utilize/add is Romanian. I use it quite often in Lady Dimitrescu fics and it often strengthens the appeal and mood of the moment.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

SwanQueen; Once Upon A Time.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I do enjoy the cannibal Larissa Weems series.

As well as The Sweet Silver-Lining of Miranda Priestly

(Cock)y is also good. Hehe.

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anglosky · 4 days

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I decided to dedicate my pinterests to pins that I'll be using for future fanfics like how I usually do for my writings, and I regret doing so, OH MY GAW 🥹

This isn't even HALF of what I need to search for.. I have other groups and even FANDOMS that I write for..

The kpop groups are going to be a pain because my brain wants to have pins for duo's/trio's/hyung line/maknae line/ EVERYONE as a group

Not only that, but I have individual ones for EACH member too🥲

Getting photos for these fanfics takes a whole new dedication that I was not ready nor prepared for 😭

#non tickles #bts #Kpop #Fanficwriter #writers of tumblr

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟖

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“Ah yes right there, fuck don’t stop.” There you are in Nanami’s office after hours, pressed down against his desk as he pounds the daylight out of you. Nanami grabs a fistful of your hair and jerks it back, pressing the other into the small of your back. He watches attentively as your ass jiggles with every harsh thrust he makes to meet all your sweet spots and he drills into you relentlessly.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well.” he hums, leaning closer to your flushed face. “You like being fucked in my office? You like being fucked in your boss’s office, huh?” he asks you and all you can respond with is moans. Your knuckles start turning pale from the way you’re clutching his desk as he shakes you and it both. His grip shifts from your hair to your hips for him to stabilise himself causing your head to loll, meeting the desk beneath you.

“S’too much, too much.” you cry out, wiggling your hips to get him o slow down, not wanting to cum yet.

“S’too much for you baby?” he asks with separated and detached thrusts, causes to whine.

“M’gonna cum.” you mewl out, your hands scurrying behind you in attempts to swat him away, but the blond uses his large hand to hold both of your wrists, keeping them restrained. “No touching remember.” Nanami can feel you getting closer, but that doesn’t stop him or slow him down. “We’re gonna be here all night, we’re gonna be here till you cum 10 times around my dick.”

His hand swiftly slides under you his fingers speedily swiping at your sensitive bud. “Shh, you’re gonna squeeze me dry at this rate.” His expert fingers and relentless rhythm make you writhe, unable to stay still from the feeling of being too good. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

“You wanna cum for me?” he asks, his blond locks falling in front of his eyes and sweat rolling down his glistening chest. This feeling is otherworldly, the pleasure is transcendental and you never want it to end. “Cum for me baby.” he pants, you’re so close you can almost taste it. A couple more thrusts and you're screaming out his name as the white seed pours out of you endlessly, coating Nanami’s dick in a thick, sheen, gloss, the both of your cum mixing. Nanami finishes with a few stuttering thrusts and a loud groan.

He watches attentively as he slowly pulls out, his dick covered to the base in your cum, watching it ooze out onto the table. Your figure goes limp as you try to recover and try and catch your breath. His lips plant a reassuring kiss on your forehead, before flipping you over and going down on his knees. Seconds later you feel his tongue slowly lap up your juices on his tongue, face nuzzled. You’re already overstimulated so feeling his nose press up against your sensitive clit causes your hands to fly into his hair.

“Mhm wait, you’re gonna make me come again.” You whimper, laying meekly over the table, barely having enough energy to keep your eyes on the ceiling. Your plead goes unheard by the man as he starts licking and sucking much more feverishly. “Kento wait.” you try to sit up but to no avail and he presses his hand on your stomach. “I just came-”

“I heard you, lemme make you squirt.”

“Ken-OH!YES!” you cry out, dropping your head back as Nanami’s thick finger slides into your gummy walls, curling and scissoring. His tongue flicks and sucks on your clit and you can feel it coming in hotter. “Gonna come again.”

More determined than ever Nanami pummels his fingers in and out of you. Your legs start shaking as you feel the release near, and with one more curl of his fingers, you squirt all over. All over his face, his chest, desk. You lay back, trying to regain your senses, breathing heavily. Nanami leans over and smiles at you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Well done Y/N.”

Your eyes shoot open immediately. Your hair clung to your face and your clothes drenched in sweat from deep sleep. You slowly turn around. You seem to be in your room, your phone’s not next to you, and the sun is too bright for it to be a good sign. But most importantly, a familiar dampness between your legs.

No way. I had a wet dream about my boss.

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thisliminalspacedaydreams · 1 year

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So OBVIOUSLY I'm fucked up and in love with jegulus WE ALL KNOW THIS moving on. I wrote this cheeky Davy Jones / Calypso vibe retelling, Jeggy style. You can read it here. I commissioned Talita lovely for the art, and JESUS LOOK AT THEM.

ANYWAY HEARTLESS IS MY FAVORITE FIC I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

#jegulus #jegulus fic #jegulus fanfiction #marauders fanart #jegulus art #jegulus fanart #marauders fanfiction #the marauders era #marauders era #fanfic #fanficwriter #fanfiction

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lieslab · 11 months

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My Muse

Summary: Hyunjin has a rough day at work. After trying to take out his stress by drawing you, it’s not working. It’s up to you to help make him feel better.

Word Count: 1,260

Genre: Fluff

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Hyunjin hadn’t said much since he came back home from work. He mentioned yesterday that today the band was going to spend half of the day recording new music and the other half was going to be spent learning new choreography for a song.

He had left for work cheerily as ever. You had packed him his lunch and written a brief sweet note and stuck it in his lunchbox. You knew that he was hard on himself sometimes. You couldn’t be with him physically, so the notes you sent every day were the next best option.

When he came through the front door, a frown sat on his face. The corners of his mouth were lower than they normally were. You knew the drill. At times like this, he didn’t want to be coddled. He didn’t want your love and affection during these times.

The two of you had agreed that when Hyunjin came home upset from work, you wouldn’t overwhelm him. No kisses, no tender touches, nothing. He just wanted to be left alone and yet you still craved his presence. So the two of you would sit in the same room. Still with each other and yet far away.

Lost in your own forms of escapism while still being near. It made both of you content. When Hyunjin had finally worked himself out of one of his moods, you’d be there. Ready to kiss away the stagnant remainders of whatever unpleasant funk was left behind.

Today was no different. You were curled up on the couch with a book when he entered. Glancing over at him, you didn’t bother getting up off the couch. “Welcome home,” you called out and then you went back to your book.

Hyunjin kicked off his shoes, hung up his jacket, muttered a similar greeting and went back to the back of the house. You ignored it and continued flipping through the pages of your latest novel. You had been wanting to read this one for a while, so you had been glued to the couch reading it for over an hour.

Out of your peripheral vision, you could make out Hyunjin coming back to the living room. His sketchbook was in one hand and a pencil and eraser were in another. This didn’t come as a surprise. He had said it himself that sketching was one of the best ways to let go of his stress.

So the two of you sat for a while. You still soaking up your imaginary world and him drawing all over a blank white page. The only sounds filling the air were the occasional crinkling of paper as you turned the page and Hyunjin’s pencil scribbling up against paper.

Without warning, paper tore. You glanced up to see Hyunjin ripping a sheet of paper out of his sketchbook. He balled it up between his hands and tossed it onto the floor. You opened your mouth to say something, but then closed it. Whatever was going on in his head, you didn’t want to make it worse.

So you went back to your book until it happened again a few minutes later and again and again. By the fourth time, you closed your book and looked up at him. His teeth had sunken into the soft flesh of his bottom lip. His fingers turned white as he squeezed the ball of paper between his hands.

“Are you okay?” You asked timidly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He tossed the ball of paper to the floor where it laid with the others. “I can’t get the drawing right. Besides that, I kept screwing up the choreography. I thought that maybe drawing would make me feel better, but it’s only making me feel worse.”

“What are you trying to draw?”

“You.”

“Huh?” Soft pink blush rushed up to your cheeks. “Why me?”

“Because I love you, but I can’t do you justice. You’re my muse, you’re my everything. I just can’t seem to capture your beauty properly. I can’t get the angles of your face right. I can’t get your nose right either. I want to draw you, but I can’t.” He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his long hair.

You chuckled and slowly moved towards him on the other end of the couch. He raised an eyebrow as you gently took his hands in yours. You ran his hand across your jawline and he let out a small laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Maybe if you can feel the shape of my jaw, maybe it’ll help.” You grabbed his pointer finger and ran it over the top of your nose. “Is it helping?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, don’t be shy. Go ahead and touch my face.”

And so he did. The soft pads of his fingers gently made their way across every inch of your face. You closed your eyes and basked in his touch. He touched you with such delicacy, as if you were the most fragile person on earth.

Nimble fingers ran over your jawline a few more times. Brushing up against your cheekbones. As if he was a sculpture sculpting your face, as lightly as he could, he pressed his thumbs against your eye sockets and trailed up to the corners of your eyes. Using two fingers on each hand, he traced your eyebrows.

Since he was this close to your face, he could see how lovely your lashes were. He had studied your face hundreds of times when you were sleeping, but it had never been like this. He had never had the chance to touch you like this.

It was so intimate and you were so vulnerable. You knew he could see every flaw you had when he was this close to you. Every pore, every scar, every curve, every slope, every single thing that made you, you. Your eyebrows that wildly grew out, the eyelashes that kept falling into your eyes, the peach fuzz. He could see everything and you hated it.

And yet this was Hyunjin. He had told you over and over and over, he loved you and you were beautiful. You lapped up every little praise. Every murmur of approval sent butterflies to your stomach and caused your heart to beat faster. You loved him and he loved you.

Without warning, a thumb ran over your lips. In shock, you opened your eyes to look at him. That’s all he needed, the warmth in your eyes. You didn’t have to say anything. He tilted his head and let his lips collide with yours. Fireworks popped and sizzled inside of you. Your cheeks flushed red and everything was on fire.

He pulled away and let his forehead rest against yours. “Thank you, my muse.”

You smiled and pulled your head away. Kissing the tip of his nose, you moved away from him. “Did it work? Are you going to try to draw me again?”

“Of course. How could I not?”

“Do you have time for a bowl of ice cream before you begin? I know how long your art takes and I think you should probably eat something before you get lost in it and lose track of time.”

“I’d never turn down ice cream.”

“Good because I have your favorite!”

He watched as you turned and left the living room. Your book sat beside him on the couch. He leaned back with his sketchbook, pencil, and eraser on his lap. How lucky was he? Not everyone had the chance to find their very own muse.

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