#i ... rlly do not read that much anymore. i need to get back into the habit.

[widowshill]

Tag Nine People You'd Like to Get to Know Better!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): love a sky or mint blue, browns, deep greens, gold, and red-tint pinks!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): .... pumpkin spice wins to be very honest. vanilla, lavender, rose, anything ostensibly ''coffee'' flavored, mint, berries.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: lately it's been almost exclusively the 60's channel which says both everything and nothing at all. I like pop groups a lot (monkees, herman's hermits, paul revere & the raiders, dave clark five, mamas & the papas, beach boys) but I also really like the rock side, too (stones, doors, animals, alice cooper, yardbirds). admittedly am not immune to elvis. when it's not that ... I like big band swing, showtunes, sea shanties, 70s-80s rock, soundtracks. ah. lots !

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): must a girl's taste be "good" ? saving mr. banks 2013, rebecca 1940, potc: curse of the black pearl 2003, cinderella 2015, alice in wonderland 2010, the princess and the frog 2009, dangerous liaisons 1988, the favourite 2018, portrait of a lady on fire 2019, the lion in winter 1968 (a new addition!)

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: dark shadows, black sails, smash (must a show be good?), the imagineering story, ghost files + buzzfeed unsolved, agent carter, the twilight zone, flash forward

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: i'm into something good, herman's hermits

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: oh ... book series? I don't think I have an answer to this one. the last series i remember reading was asoiaf but that was years ago, alas.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: willy wonka and the chocolate factory ! it was on and i had to peep miss d.enise n.ickerson

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: this is embarrassing but um. nothing rn. here's my to-read pile instead: the girls: sappho goes to hollywood, wide sargasso sea, emily wilson's iliad translation, the wooden world: an anatomy of the georgian navy, pillaging the empire: piracy in the americas 1500-1750.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: dark shadows... yeah that's pretty much it. i live here basically.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: a very self-indulgent cutesy fancam, r/v proposal scene, NAB code violations gifset, short r/v euphemistic comic (still planning stages)

tagged by: @retrograderesemblance ty friend !! <3 tagging: @gaslightgallows @tortoisesshells @dying-suffering-french-stalkers @boltlightning @evil-dead-head-1980 @rejectshumanity @charroblanco @sanitatcm @seafavoured mwah.

#➤ dash games. ┊ #➤ ooc. ┊ she’s nauseous，she’s hysterical，and she’s exhausted. #i ... rlly do not read that much anymore. i need to get back into the habit. #the last year of school fried my brain in truly infinite ways lmao.

[healmyhrt]

ANGST MATT. Matt gets jealous. BOOM. THATS ALL I HAVE JELOUD MATT AND ANGST. YUHHHH !!!! DO WHATEVER YOU WILL WITH YHE STORY WE JUSR NEED ANGST😍😍😍😍

⌗ jealous, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: you get lost at a party, and another guy gets the wrong idea. your anxiety getting the best of you, you quickly leave the room to find matt, only for him to get jealous at what just happened.

disclaimers!: angst, kissing, use of y/n

a/n: this sucks

i had lost matt in crowds of people, and i was pretty tempted to just find a random ride home, but i wasn’t in the mood to possibly get killed tonight.

my phone chimes, and i squint at the screen, in hopes to get a better look at it. there was a text from matt that read, “where’d you go? im dying to get out of here, not rlly that fun anymore.”

that makes two of us.

i click the call button on his contact, and hear the phone begin to ring, and then stop. i quickly look at my screen, only to see a low battery symbol. “fuck!” i yell, making people near me give a confused look.

i run into a random room, and see a bunch of people getting high. i begin moving back towards the door, when a hand grabs my wrist. “stay a little, baby. what do you have to lose?”

i look back at the boy. he looked about my age, he had tan skin, brown eyes, and long, messy, brown hair that went to his shoulders. he manspreads in front of me, and i nervously sit on his lap.

no one really pays me a bit of mind, and just goes back to getting high. the boy hands me a gummy, and gives me a smile. i take it into my palm, slowly.

“how much?” i ask. he laughs in response, and hands me the bag. i read the text, and my eyes widen. “1500?!”

he places a hand on my shoulder, and shares a sweet smile. “don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” i nervously look back at the table, and everyone’s staring at me.

the boy under me, slowly moves his hand closer and closer to my inner thigh. im practically sweating my face off, as my anxiety gets the better of me.

i jump up off of the boys lap, and run out of the door. i hit someone’s chest, and look up to see matt. “oh, thank god!” i squeeze him tightly, and he hugs me back uncomfortably.

“hey, come back, baby.” the boy in the room says, laughing. matt raises an eyebrow at him, and i grasp his wrists, making him follow behind me.

“y/n, what the fuck was that? who is he?”

i keep pushing through crowds of people, until we make it outside. we’re almost to the car, when matt lets his wrists become free of me. “y/n, stop.”

i stand still for a moment, and turn around, staring at the pavement. “what was that? are you okay?”

matt walks closer to me, and slowly places his hand in mine. i grasp his hand tighter, interlocking our fingers. i look up, and softly press my lips against his.

matt pulls away quickly, and looks down at me. he gently grips my jaw, and makes me look directly at him.

“who was he?” he asks, enunciating every word.

i grab his wrist, and slowly remove his hand from my jaw, smiling. “jealous?” i turn around, and continue walking to the car. matt follows behind me, and i can almost hear the anger in his voice as he tries to remain calm.

“no…” he starts, “i mean, i shouldn’t be jealous, you aren’t even mine.” he tugs on his bottom lip.

i stop at the car, and begin to walk over to my side.

i lean against the car door, and matt stands in front of me, towering over me. “what’s that you said at the party last week?” i tease, “i own you?” i smile, mimicking his voice.

he places one arm against the car, next to my shoulder. matt leans in closer to me, eyes staring at my lips.

“fine.”

he stands up straight again, sighing. i move out of the way, and he opens the door for me.

the drive back is quiet, but had been broken many times by matt dramatically sighing.

“what?” i finally say, as we stop at a red light. he gives me an angry sigh, and clenches his jaw.

“no, say what you’ve been wanting to say for these last 40 something minutes. please, matt.” i spat out in a snarky tone.

he quickly turns to me. “i don’t know what you and that guy had going on up in that room, but it ends now.”

i look at him, my smile fading. “okay, matt.”

“im so fucking serious, y/n. you don’t know how much of what you do has an impact on me. all i’ve wanted was to be with you, and then i see you go and pull some stupid shit like that.” he looks back at the road.

“im sorry.” i shrink in my seat. matt stares at the road, as the light turns green. i slowly inch my hand closer and closer to his, and interlock our fingers again.

the rest of the ride is silent, until he pulls up outside of his house.

“still jealous?”

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matt

[atinyniki]

happy new year!

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!bangchan x f!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, established relationships, fighting, reader flinches bc of chan, reader is neglected, chan says rlly mean things, reader is pretty mean too, takes place on new years/new years eve, mentions of physical abuse, kissing, crying, kiss and make up (literally), chan is kinda mean to his manager (that he hates), petname, mentions of cheating, cheating accusations.

authors note: two posts in one day hell yeah ! this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1524

“seriously?!”

he can only bring himself to nod, evidently a little upset at your yelling.

you both go quiet for a moment, until you break it.

“chan.”

he looks up at you again, playing with his fingers in his lap. “hm?”

“are you cheating?”

“what?”

“are you cheating on me?”

“n-no! how could you even… ask that?”

you roll your eyes at him. “you havent been home in so fucking long, chan. and now you’re leaving again and it… it’s just not fair!”

“it’s my job, y/n.”

“your job shouldn’t require you to be away from me every day! you just got back”, you yell even louder.

he knows you’re frustrated, but he’s starting to get a headache. “y/n—“

“plus, even while you are here, you’re never with me… you’re always sleeping and you never talk to me.”

and then it just snaps.

“well, what if i’m tired y/n? what if i’m tired of running around all day with shitty schedules? what if i’m tired of having to exert my fucking voice all the time? what if i’m tired of you being so fucking clingy with me? i need rest!”, he yells back.

tears begin to well up in your eyes, and the words lump in your throat. despite that, you still manage to say something.

“am i really that clingy just for wanting the attention that i deserve? i’m your girlfriend for gods sake!”

he gets up off the bed, lightly stomping towards you. you notice the upset look on his face, red, teary eyes, and his hands are clenched into fists at his sides. 

you scoff at the sight, “what, you’re gonna fight me now? do it. hit me.”

though you act confident, you gulp, scared for what’s to come. he reaches a hand up to cup your face, but you shut your eyes, flinching and turning away.

there was no impact.

you turn back to chan, his face completely streaked with tears. “did… did you think i was really—“

he cuts himself off, unable to say anymore. 

you trip over your words, you know you’ve hurt him now. “i- i mean… i don’t see another reason your clench your fists. i just thought that—“

“clenching my fists eases the pain of my heart. that’s why i do it so much.”

“o-oh”

an uncomfortable silence passes between you two.

“um… just- come to me when you’ve calmed down. i’ll be in the living room.”

“o-okay.”

he makes his way out the room, his fists still clenched. you hear the pitter patter of his tears hitting the hardwood floor, and you just break.

you’ve done it. you’ve made him cry.

what kind of a girlfriend are you?

you finally let everything sink in. you sit down on your bed, wrapping yourself in the blanket, but it smells too familiar. it smells like chan.

chan will be leaving you again in two days. you don’t want to think about it, but you can’t stop. this is what he wanted after all. to think about it. to calm down. but you can’t.

not after what you said to him. not after what he said to you. your breaths become labored, gasping for air in between sobs. it gets painful, you can’t inhale anything anymore.

you’re stuck, you can’t breathe, but you’re being too loud. so you slap your hands over your mouth, hoping that he won’t hear, and you stuff your face into a pillow, body convulsing with every breath.

you clench the bedsheets, just needing to hold onto something.

chan was right. it helps.

he is not doing too well without you either. he hasn’t been able to stop crying since you left the room, trying to distract himself with the future next.

he turns on the tv, finally finding the countdown to new years. that’s when he realizes how late it is. how long it’s been since your argument.

it’s five minutes till midnight. 

the next year.

a fresh start. 

but it won’t be the same without you by his side. he tugs at his shirt, sobbing into the cushion even more. he’s careful not to make a sound, not wanting you to feel even worse than you already feel.

before he knows it, there’s only two minutes left. he has to apologize. he has to make it right. there’s no way in hell that he’s ending the year like this.

he walks over to your shared room, knocking softly.

one minute.

the doorknob turns, and you’re forced to face him again. it’s just the consequences of your actions.

your pillow is soaked with your tears, as is his cushion that’s still laying on the couch. your hands are clenched into fists beside you, just as his are now. your bloodshot eyes stare directly into his, and it’s like looking at a mirror.

twenty seconds.

he walks over to the bed, eyes flickering between the wet pillow and your puffy face. his heart clenches at the sight, and he digs his nails even harder into his palm. 

still wordless, he kneels down in front of you, where your legs are hanging off the bed. he’s now level with your face, making him far more intimidating.

five.

a tear leaves his eye.

four. 

he smiles softly at you.

three.

he glances at his phone to check the time, hand reaching for yours. you comply of course, interlacing your fingers in a desperate attempt to just feel him.

two.

he leans in closer to you, heart beating wildly in his chest. it feels like your first date all over again, the nervous feeling in his chest.

one.

using his other hand, he cups your face and pushes your foreheads together, smiling even wider when you don’t flinch away from him this time.

zero.

he steals your lips in a breathtaking kiss, and you just melt into it. your hands find his face, but before you can do anything, he picks you up, lips still attached to yours.

he sits down on the bed and pulls you further into his lap so that you’re straddling him, finally breaking away from the kiss with tears in his eyes.

“happy new year, babe…”

even more tears escape from your eyes now, but you just can’t help them. you hug chan even tighter now, scared that if you let go, he’ll be gone.

“you waited?”

“of course i did. i couldn’t leave you alone.”

you kiss him again, whispering little love confessions to him as you do. “happy new year…”

he knows the elephant in the room still needs to be addressed, and sighs. “i’m sorry for calling you clingy. i didn’t mean it. i really love the attention you give me, and i truly wouldn’t trade it for anything”

“i’m sorry for yelling at you… i should’ve handled it better. thank you for being patient with me.”

“you know i would never… um- do something like that to you… right?”

“i know chan, i was just scared… it was in the heat of the moment. i’m sorry for not understanding.”

he hugs you tightly, “i love you so much, y/n. you’ve changed my entire life, and now i actually look forward to it. i look forward to my schedules, my comebacks, even waking up… because i know it’s for you.”

you can’t even say anything, scared another sob will come out, so you take some time to process his words, kissing slowly at his neck.

“i love you too, channie. thank you for being here for me, and thank you for loving me. i know i can be so difficult and just a lot at times, but it means a lot that you try to make time for me.”

he smiles, kissing you again and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “oh my baby… i’ve missed you.”

you’ve never heard this type of emotion in his words before, so you just know his words have a different weight to them this time. 

“i missed you too. wondered how i was gonna sleep without you, knowing that you were hurt and—“

“shh baby… it’s okay. i’m here now, yeah?”

“but you’re gonna be gone again in two days”, you jokingly whine.

he smiles, grabbing his phone from the end of the bed, and he calls someone. you’re not sure who, but it rings for a while until they answer.

“hello?”

“i’m not going to be there for the interview.”

“what? why?! we’ve been planning this for months.”

“okay, well my girlfriend was planning on having me to herself for months, but we don’t all get what we want, do we? i’m spending time with her now.”

“can we reschedule?”

“we’ll talk later.”

he hangs up, and you’re a little stunned by the coldness of his voice. you know he hates his manager, but that much? 

“not anymore, y/n.”

“i love you, dumbass”

he giggles, “i love you too, angel.”, he says in a sing-song voice while bopping your nose.

“angel? you’ve never… called me that before…”

he hums, giggling again and quickly kissing you on the cheek.

“new year, new name.”

<3

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[euaphoric]

♡.･✩°｡⋆ jk & the panty chronicles ♡.･✩°｡⋆

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ pairing — established relationship, jk x f!reader

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ warnings — smut, switch!jk, dirty talk, panty kink, mommy kink kinda ? shjhsds, masturbation, spitting, thigh riding, ruined orgasm (but lets jk finish in the end tho, she’s not that much of a sadist!), handjob, begging, cute & flustered koo ftw <3

this is the 2nd installment to my drabble series if you haven’t read the first one you can here!

nothing frustrates you more than when you lose something, it’s so nerve wracking — you almost drive yourself crazy looking for it. on a typical day getting ready for work, you were searching for your favorite pair of undies in your drawer but they’ve seem to have gone missing. you spent two weeks trying to find them but eventually gave up since you were having absolutely no luck. it bummed you out because not only was the design super cute, but they were also really comfy and held sentimental value. jungkook bought them as a valentine’s gift — which he surprised you by taking off with his teeth that night. it’d be rude of you to ask him to buy you another pair but you were tempted on doing so anyways since you loved the particular pair that much.

it didn’t dawn on you that this would become a reoccurring theme, until yet another pair ends up disappearing. you noticed straight away, it wasn’t one of your simple, everyday ones so they stood out from the rest. at this point it can’t just be a coincidence anymore— but how do they keep vanishing into thin air? were you accidentally misplacing them? or was someone else behind this? it’s only you and jungkook sharing this house so the only way you’ll get to the bottom of this is by asking him about it, maybe it could’ve got mixed up in his laundry or something! so you text him while at work to see if he may know anything-

[2:50 pm] babeee have you seen my cute undies?? u know the ones with the blue stripes and white lace around them, i can’t find them for the life of me :c

2 new notifications from jungkookiee 🍪🐰:

[2:53 pm] no i haven’t, sawryyyy 💔

aren’t those the ones from brandy? :0

sigh… of course he has no idea where they are, but how does he know the exact brand? he didn’t buy those ones..

[2:56 pm] yes those ! i was looking for them earlier today but ig i lost them T-T

wait, how’d you know they’re from brandy?

3 new notifications from jungkookiee 🍪🐰:

[3:01 pm] …

[3:02 pm] wild guess ?? haha >.<

[3:07 pm] i rlly have no idea tho, sorry i’m not much help baby. but if i do come across them i’ll tell you right away 🫡

theres something off about him but you’re not sure what it is. for some reason you don’t think he’s telling the full truth, but why would he need to lie about such a trivial matter though? you won’t keep texting him about it, instead you’ll ask when you get home, you’ll get an answer out of him one way or another.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

you head home from work a little later than usual but didn’t tell jungkook that you were on your way back. you were still hung up on earlier, prepared to confront your boyfriend who’s waiting for you at home clueless as ever. the first thing you noticed as you came in was how quiet it is, jungkook wasn’t in the living room nor downstairs where he usually is. your heels click up the stairs slowly, traveling your way to the bedroom when a sudden noise halts your steps. there were low murmurs and soft groans echoing from outside the door and as you got closer the sounds become more apparent. there’s no way he’s doing what you think he is right now… the curiosity is burning through you as you carefully turn the knob to open the door, trying not to make a sound while coming in, the sight you’re greeted with was anything less than innocent. your mouth flung agape when settling your eyes on your boyfriend in front of you, propped on the bed completely naked with his eyes scrunched shut. he flew his head back in delight as his tattoo’d hand wrapped around the base of his throbbing length, holding some object you couldn’t identify. you felt like such a creep watching him from afar like this but you’d be lying if you said weren’t getting subconsciously turned on.

jungkook has such a pretty voice, but his moans are even prettier. he sounds so angelic, whispering nothing but gibberish, grunting, bucking his desperate hips in the air as he bites his lip frustratedly. “y/n..” he pants, hopelessly calling out to you, pumping his angry cock at a faster rate, “nngh~ fuck mommy, n-need y-you…” oh, so that’s what he calls you when you’re not around? you’re not sure what to do with this secondary information but it’s driving you more insane. that’s when you notice something— that object he’s holding around his shaft looks awfully familiar, you remember that color and pattern and wait… it’s your missing underwear! you’ve finally found the culprit but now you’re left with more questions, why did jungkook steal your panties to jerk off with them? was this a secret kink he’s had all along but too embarrassed to talk about? only one way to find out. you fully enter the room now, shutting the door behind as you walk closer to him. the king sized bed sinks further down once you kneel on the edge, jungkook’s eyes still remained tightly closed, but not for much longer. his hand movements become sloppier and hastier, turning more apparent that he’s getting close. that’s when a sinister idea comes to mind for you, ready to spoil all the fun for him.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“aah.. shit. think i’m cumming… holy fuu-” jungkook’s sinful sounds abruptly stir at the feeling of something or someone touching him. lashes fluttering immediately to see you sitting on the ledge in front of him. not only was he startled, but he has no clue how long you’ve been there staring at him doing this. “having fun without me, huh?” you ask innocently, tilting your head sideways, acting all oblivious. jungkook’s adam’s apple bobs up and down as he gulps nervously, rendering silent for a bit from getting caught but eventually responds, “h-how much did you… hear?” biting your lip before answering, you press your thighs together while remembering, “most of it,” “enough to know you have a mommy kink now!” you tease his flustered state, giggling at the power and control you had over him. “but don’t worry baby, i think it’s kinda hot.” you look down to still see the flimsy fabric wrapped around him, streaks of his milky pre-cum leak down the side.

you feel kinda bad for not letting him finish but you want to make him do that instead. your hand moves up to gently caress his thigh, “sorry i ruined your orgasm, it’s payback for stealing my panties.” your apology couldn’t be more fake, secretly gloating about this whole thing, but jungkook wasn’t seeming to find any of this funny. you don’t see him like this often, he’s usually the more dominant one and you’re fine with being submissive — this drastic change of personality in him makes you even more aroused. “i know it’s wrong… i- i don’t know why i do it. m’sorry for stealing your stuff puddin’..” his big, round doe eyes plead with you, face all red and blushy as he attempts covering his body with the bed sheet. he was being too cute right now, how could you even scold him? ;(( “aww, babyy don’t be ashamed, i think it’s cute!” you admit, removing the sheet from him, “c’mere gimme kiss.” body tingling with anticipation as your lips collide with his, tangling your fingers in his disheveled locks.

jungkook breathlessly moans into the kiss, mind still hazy from the actions he was performing earlier. your tongue dips, nudging the soft plumpness of his lips to gain further access. he parts his lips ever so slightly, just enough to let you in, exploring the divine taste of him. he moves rhythmically with you, swallowing each other whole as if you were feeding off each other’s souls. the more you devour him the more messy it gets, mingling your spit with his as the kiss grows sloppy with longing passion. he could cum from just kissing you alone, it’s all too much for jungkook’s brain to process… his cock involuntarily twitching when you crawl on top of him. “fuck baby…” he coos into you, palming your breasts under your blouse, feeling like he’s going to combust any minute. “you can touch me later.” you murmur, taking his hands away from desperately wanting to feel you, “let me make you cum while i ride your thigh.”

the warmth of his body consumes you, secured tightly as you were sat between his thigh with your clothed pussy against him. his hands cage the frame of your waist while you rock back and forth slowly, stimulating your clit with jungkook’s muscular thigh. “want me to make you feel good, hm?” your voice taunts his trembling state, ghosting your thumb over the swollen head of his shaft. “p-please..” he whispers under his breath, “please fuck me.” you tsk, snickering at his impatience, he’s going to be waiting a while if he truly wants that. “not yet,” shaking your head as you faintly graze over his erection, “wanna hear you beg for it.” fully grasping his girth, you begin lightly tugging, adding more friction with your undies still wrapped like a present. jungkook winces from your sudden touch, feeling his muscles tensing underneath as you watch him squirm a bit. “i wan- i want…” he babbles senselessly, not used to acting this whiny for you.

“what do you want?” you sigh dramatically, shifting the underwear so you could lean down and spit on his cock, lathering your saliva to create more of a mess, “tell me and i’ll give it to you pretty boy.” as much as he wanted to tell you, he could barely get a word out, he felt so humiliated you were overpowering him like this. all he could do was continue whining, the sounds he’s making are extra pretty, a beautiful melody to your eardrums. “want you so fucking bad baby.. please j-just let m-me.. mmph~” this was gonna be a way harder task for him than he thought. the more his thigh clenches the more you wanna scream out, you’re surprised you’re able to focus on two things at once right now. his cock pulsates in your hand, reacting erratically as you give it another squeeze, he feels so close he could almost see it coming. “m’not gonna last for much longer…” all he thought about was getting to finish inside you, maybe you’ll let him if he acts accordingly. “i wanna fuck you so bad, wanna feel your walls clench around me as i mindlessly ram my cock into you, make you scream, cry, and shake while i have my fingers stuffed down your pretty little throat. i wanna fill you with my cum… give you all my babies and more.. please let me. i’ll do anythiii- agghh!” jungkook’s rambling is cut off when he feels his orgasm rapture through him, the excessive speed you were going + you grinding on his thigh was enough to drive him to the edge.

spurts of his white essence coats your hand deliciously, continuing to pump his length as you milk out every last drop he has to give. “fuck, fuck, fuckk.” he curses from the overstimulation, he wants one thing and one thing only, your sweet, yummy pussy. as much as you wanted to keep drawing this out you didn’t want to keep seeing him suffer. “okay, i’ll let you fuck me,” letting out a chuckle as you finally cave, “but only since you were so good for me.” your attention’s drawn back to the soiled panties that were half covering his cock, it’s still unbelievable that he lied about where they were, knowing full well he was using them to get off. you took the dainty jizz-stained fabric and do an unthinkable act next. stuffing the soaked material inside of you completely, letting his cum seep into your gushy walls. once he saw that, a flip switched within, quickly flipping you over so he could be on top, easily reversing the roles. he watched as you were the one squirming in fear now, locking you in place with your arms pinned above your head. he flashes a sly smirk, getting the last laugh in the end, “you’re so fucking dirty for that, m’gonna have to punish you for being such a naughty girl… maybe i should stuff them in your filthy mouth next, you’d probably like that. wouldn’t you?”

this was well overdue but it’s finally here lollll, part 3 will be up in a much more speedy time i PWOMISE. if you liked this lmk if you’d like to be tagged in part 3, thanks for reading !! :D

tags:: @gywaruu @sweet-sourhotcoco @somehowukook @pjkthjjk @jungkooks21 @asterianax @jungcockthirst @kookznoona @mylilacheart

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

(I feel kinda shy but I rllly need smt smutty jsjs)

Imagine the reader purposely buying some sort of pheromone perfume (ik they dont rlly work in real life but for the sake of the request they do🫡🔥) and cause matt has high senses he is quite turned on by that. She works at the law firm, and he tries to control himself, but after some weeks, he can not do that anymore. (The reader and Matt are already dating, and she does this as a way of teasing him).

UwU mercii

hii!! never be shy around here, ask for whatever it is you wanna read. also I feel kinda mean sorry in advance, this drabble is like im gonna edge you all (sorry if that’s gross to say😭😭) not necessarily smut per-say, just teasing and kinda suggestive. but I have wrote office smut if that’s more up your alley, I just don’t remember what it’s called😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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(un)lucky number seven

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 601

warnings: suggestive and teasing

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

You love to tease Matt. It's simple, really. Nothing else to it. You loved to work him up and have him wrapped around your finger. 

So, two weeks ago, when you browsed the perfume department, you stumbled upon a selection of pheromones. You knew that they were often iffy, but with Matt's heightened senses, you were sure to get some kind of a reaction. You picked it up with a mischievous grin and went to the checkout to pay.

Since then, you've been wearing small amounts of the perfume when you were around Matt- which was almost all the time, considering you worked together too. You increased the spritzes every few days to see how much you could get away with before getting a reaction.

Today, you were wearing seven sprays of the alluring perfume and were hoping to get a response, something, anything. You wanted Matt to crack, so you pulled out the big guns.

Foggy and Karen were out collecting lunch, so it left you and Matt together at the office, left to your own devices.

You knock on the inside of Matt's door. "Where do you want these papers, boss," you tease, purposely wafting the papers against you as you walk into his office. "Finished them, just like you asked."

"Thanks," he nods, avoiding you and your games. "Put them with the others."

"I think we should have a break," you suggest, dragging a chair to sit in front of his desk. "You seem a little tense today."

"No, I'm fine," he brushes you off, ignoring your advances. He loosens his tie and then rolls his sleeves. "Just warm."

"Yeah, it is pretty hot today," you say, a slight breathy tone to your voice. "Meant to be like it for a few days." You tempt, ignoring his counter attempts of turning you on.

He stands, walking around his desk to sit at the edge facing you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you say weakly, swallowing thickly when he pushes back his hair, subtly flexing his arms. "Supposed to be very hot," you say almost pathetically, steading your breathing.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" he grins, head cocking to the side in amusement. 

"Nothing, nothing," you reply, shaking your head as you gathered your things to leave. "I'll let you be."

"Stay," he whispers, halting your movements with an open palm. "You wanted a break, right?" he stands again and places his hands either side of your shoulders, gently pushing you back into your chair. "What's wrong? Don't like being on the receiving end?"

You slowly shake your head. Your breaths grow heavy and strained, looking up at Matt as he leans over you with his signature smile slapped on his face.

"Is that no?" he mocks, quietly speaking as he hovers against your lips. "Not so nice, now is it?"

"No," you admit, whispering.

He lingers to your lips, mimicking a light kiss as his hand faintly trails up your throat. "Exactly," he whispers back, grazing his spare hand over your thigh. "Better get back to work. They're back." Matt nods to the door, counting up on his fingers until the door swings open.

You mumble a curse under your breath and stand, collecting yourself and your papers. "So that's the part I need to correct?" you lie, speaking loud enough for Foggy and Karen to hear. 

"Yeah, change those parts, then it's perfect," Matt nods. "Mine. After work." He whispers to you, hiding his mouth behind his fist.

"You got it," you reply, your tone perky and upbeat as you leave his office. "Oh, hey, guys, I didn't see you there."

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[amourane]

HIHI I WAS READING ONE OF YOUR FICS WHEN I CAME ACROSS YOUR BLOG AND WOW YOU WRITE SUPER GOOD. And I wanted to send in a request if that’s cool with you! here I go!

Could I request Sirius Black with a Male! (or GN! I prefer a male reader if that’s fine!) S/O who’s very tall and is really popular around the school? bonus if they dress in alternative and emo/scene clothing ? maybe for starters, the reader likes sirius a lot and they buy him drinks, snacks, etc bc they don’t rlly know how to tell him that they like him? and then confesses randomly during one of their little hang out sessions ??

I understand if you can’t do this or anything, feel free to decline this if you’d like! thank you so much and have a good day/or night.

and what if i do?

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

genre: fluff!

w/c: 1k

summary: you and sirius black were enamoured by one another and everyone was just waiting for you to admit it.

warnings: none!

a/n: thank you so so much for the request! i tried to write it the best as i could, i hope you enjoy <3

There were many things that piqued Sirius Black’s interest but you were the most important. He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to you. Maybe it was the way your hair fell in your eyes or the way your laugh seemed to echo off every wall in the room or maybe it was the way whenever you looked at him he felt his cheeks flush a subtle pink. Whatever it was it drew him towards you as if he was a moth to a flame.

Sirius Black didn’t get crushes often but when he did fall he fell hard and that’s exactly what happened. He had approached you with the notion of copying some of your notes for Charms at first but when he saw the way your lips curved into that dreamy smile he forgot what he was going to say. 

There weren’t many times he went speechless yet whenever he was confronted with you nothing but a spew of incoherent mumbles would slip out of his mouth before he would disappear from embarrassment. His friends had teased him relentlessly at his newfound crush, mocking the way he would turn into a blithering idiot in front of you.

Unbeknownst to Sirius you had just a big of a crush. Every time he approached you you couldn’t help the grin that would tug at your lips. You had fancied him for a while and it made butterflies shoot in your stomach whenever his cheeks would dust in that pretty pink shade. 

You wouldn’t consider yourself popular by any means yet the majority of Hogwarts begged to differ. You never knew why so many people liked you but you guessed you drew attention to yourself in the best way possible. Your friends had tried to get you to understand the influence you had but you often found yourself zoning out to think about a certain boy instead.

It wasn’t long before Sirius finally mustered up the courage to talk to you without stumbling over his words. You simply watched the curly headed boy nervously try and initiate a conversation, a smile playing at your lips. It was out of character for the Sirius Black to act this way but you enjoyed it.

From then on a friendship blossomed. The two of you bonded over late night conversations and shared interests. The attraction between the two of you only grew stronger and everyone in Hogwarts knew about the mutual feelings you both had for each other, everyone but you and Sirius it seemed. 

It was in the late hours in the evening that you bumped into Sirius Black alone. You had been aimlessly walking back to your dorm after a study session in the library when you turned the corner to meet the face of the Gryffindor. 

“Hey Y/n, mind if I join you?” Sirius greeted you with a smile and the familiar expression made your heart flutter.

You couldn't help but return the smile, the corners of your mouth curling upwards. "Not at all. What brings you wandering the halls at this hour?"

He shrugged casually, falling into step beside you. "Just needed a break from the chaos. James was plotting another disastrous way to get Evans’ attention and I really couldn’t take anymore of his ranting. Plus, I figured I might bump into you." He threw you a flirty wink and you felt your own face heat up.

In the few weeks that you had known each other Sirius Black had definitely warmed up to you. Gone was the nervous nature, now replaced with a more flirty, more playful Sirius Black. Not that you minded of course. 

“Well it’s good that you did. I’ve been meaning to give you something.” You produced a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from the depths of your pocket, holding it out to him with a sheepish grin. "I noticed you like these, so I thought I'd grab you some.”

Sirius accepted your gift with a chuckle. “Merlin Y/n, with all these gifts you’re going to make me think you fancy me or something.”

You didn’t think it was possible to get any hotter. 

It was true. You had been showering Sirius with gifts, from chocolate frogs to bottles of firewhisky. It seemed as though your pockets were endless as you gave him a new present every day with a grin on your face. His reactions were your favourite. The bright smile and twinkling eyes. You loved the way he would look at you and it simply made your heart pound.

It started out when you had planned to ask him out with a bag of fizzing whizzbees in your hand but you chickened out last minute and simply shoved the sweets in his hand before darting away. Ever since then you had bought gifts in hopes that you would eventually tell him how you felt.

“What if I do?” 

The words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to even think about what you said. Sirius stilled. It was too late to take the words back now so you might as well go through with it. 

“What if I do fancy you? Would that be a bad thing?”

Sirius’ eyes widened and you saw the way his expression was momentarily caught between shock and disbelief. You held your breath hoping that the pounding of your heart didn’t give you away.

But then, to your relief, a slow grin spread across Sirius' face, his eyes alight with amusement and something else, something deeper and more profound.

"Well, in that case," He said, his voice low and tinged with a hint of mischief, "I suppose I'd have to say I fancy you too."

The world stopped. Your heart leaped in your chest, a surge of euphoria coursing through your veins. A feeling you couldn’t describe consumed you and you felt as though you were dreaming.

“You do?” You croaked out in disbelief still not fully registering what he just said. 

“Of course I do.” Sirius grinned and now you could see the blush that had made its way onto his face. “Godric, how could I not Y/n? You’re smart and funny and just…just really fucking incredible.”

His words allowed warmth to flood into your body and you beamed at him. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you as your lips met in a sweet and tender kiss. And as you melted into each other's embrace, you knew that you wanted to stay with Sirius Black forever.

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[beatificwrites]

—VALENTINE ##

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

a/n: here’s a SUPER late valentine!! first joel fic!! i love tlou and pedro

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

CONTENT: established relationship!!

PREMISE: joel’s never rlly celebrated valentine’s day, especially since the outbreak, but after some convincing, he’s willing to make the day special just for reader

The advent of February meant that the famous romantic holiday was coming up and you were ecstatic. Pre-outbreak, you spent a few valentines by yourself and when you didn’t, none were up to your standards, unfortunately.

Not that you were expecting a dozen of bouquets along with a box of chocolate covered strawberries or any other form of love bombing. During those relationships, all you wanted was a simple day for you and your partner to relax and share meaningful gifts that you’d keep forever.

You had yet to find a person that could mean that much to you or provide that for you.

Post-outbreak, you didn’t have the time nor the energy to find such a thing. You moved around with a few groups and made friends, but that was it.

Until you moved to Jackson last year and met Joel.

Joel gave you a reason to push forward and to keep fighting against the end of the world.

You two found it difficult to warm up to each other at first, but within a few runs, things changed drastically.

Beyond the grump exterior, you discovered a man that was actually caring and protective. He could be hilarious at times with the puns he shared, which, you later found out were all stolen from Ellie.

Your relationship quickly moved from run buddies to two people who couldn’t keep away from each other.

Ellie caught on and she would constantly poke fun at you both; saying you two should basically just do it already.

Joel would look away awkwardly and tell her to shut it, meanwhile you would laugh and scold her for being so crass.

Now, almost a year of being together, you were so ready to spend this special day with him. Even if he thought the idea was silly.

“Honey, I appreciate you everyday. All my days with you are special.” Joel reasoned as he took his boots off by the front door.

He had just come back from talking to Tommy and Maria about something and you were on the couch reading a book you had picked up on your last run.

“Well, that doesn’t mean Valentine’s gets a free pass.” you said back, looking up from your book.

You have been trying to convince him for the past two days.

“Who even celebrates that anymore?” he asked with his brows furrowed.

He made his way over to you and gave your head a kiss before sitting down across from you. Your legs were stretched out before, so he placed them both on his lap.

You scoffed and spoke with a matter-of-factly tone, “Um, hello, couples still do! And didn’t you hear the council’s getting together to decorate the town?”

All he gave you was a “really?” kind of look.

You proceeded with, “even if it’s not that big of a deal anymore, we could still celebrate us, you know?”

“I would think about it, but Tommy and I got a run tomorrow.” he gave a long sigh.

You tossed your book aside and scoffed again, “you’re kidding! For what?”

“The community’s low on medicine.” he quickly said.

“They can’t send anybody else? I don’t know, somebody who isn’t as old and tired as you to go?” you questioned, genuinely concerned.

“Excuse me?” he squinted, not liking you bringing up the fact that he’s old.

“Oh my gosh, you know I’m right. Plus, you and I both know you need a damn break! They can’t just take advantage of you.”

“I’m Maria’s in-law, I should help out a bit.” he stated.

“By a bit, do you mean a whole lot?” you fired back.

“I can take care of myself.” he affirmed as he raised his tone.

“Then, you would know that you should stay home!” you suddenly yelled.

He moved to get up and though a little upset, he gently pushed your legs off.

“I’m leaving at dawn and goin’ on that run, end of discussion.” he asserted before disappearing upstairs.

It was your turn to let out a long sigh. He’s so stubborn.

You knew he didn’t like admitting he was getting there, partially because it most certainly meant that he couldn’t do as much as before.

You found it amusing, to be honest. Sure, the pandemic allowed him to stay fit through the ages, but it was catching up to him. You worry.

You figured it would be best to leave him be for bit, until he was ready to rethink about leaving tomorrow.

You sat up and began to think of what to get him. Joel might not want to do anything, but that wasn’t going stop you from getting him a little something. Just a small token of your appreciation.

You picked up your book and continued to read until you felt so tired that you couldn’t process the words on the pages anymore.

You sluggishly went up the stairs and saw his figure knocked out on your shared bed.

“Stinky.” you teased, groggily as you realized he didn’t even wash up.

You did though, before heading to bed and falling asleep right next to him.

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You woke up as you heard the rooster sing. Your eyes were still shut as you patted the bed next to you to check for Joel. Not there, hmph.

Your eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the bright, morning sun. You stretched out and yawned before hopping out of bed and starting the day.

After brushing your teeth, you made your way downstairs and saw the yellow note Joel left on the coffee table.

‘be home before nightfall’ it read.

You tossed the note aside and got started on breakfast. Ellie always stopped by for a bite.

As you took out the necessary ingredients, you came up with a great idea. You’d stop by the wood shop later and ask Rose, the owner, if she could carve your initials onto a piece. Maybe try to make it heart shaped.

If you could find a piece of paper to write on, you would write him a cute love letter too. Yeah, you’ll do that.

Ellie barged in with a loud, “MORNING!”

You grinned, “good morning to you too, Ellie.”

“Where’s Joel?” she asked as she took a seat at the dining table.

“He’s out on duty with Tommy. He left early this morning.” you replied, turning the stove on.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” was all you said.

There was a pause before Ellie spoke, “Maria said they found a few romance movies they’d be playing in the theater tonight. Cat invited me, do you wanna come too?”

You stirred the egg yolk around a bit before saying, “No, I think I’ll just wait for Joel, if that’s alright with you.”

“Sure, whatever. Lovebirds.” she muttered under her breath.

“I can hear you just fine, you know...” you laughed as you reminded her.

“Yeah, yeah, just make my eggs!” she laughed back.

You shook your head and went back to your eggs. They cooked quick and you took out two plates.

You served her first then you. You almost sat down before taking out the fresh squeezed orange juice for you both.

“Cheers.” you two said as your glasses clinked together.

Ellie chowed down on her food as always and thanked you for yet another awesome meal before heading for the door.

You, of course, took your time to eat.

“Bye, kiddo!” you shouted from the table.

She was half way out door when she yelled back, “Later, skater!”

After finishing breakfast, you hurriedly got dressed and left for the wood shop.

You stepped outside and the breeze of the freezing air immediately hit your face. You wore your own puffer jacket and scarf, but you could still feel the coldness run up your arms. Winter in Wyoming was insane and long.

Again, in a hurried manner, you made your way to your dream destination. On your way, you smiled as you greeted the people walking by. You didn't think you'd ever get used to the abundance of people, living people, and the overall amount of life in such a big space.

How you even got here still shocked you.

You chuckled to yourself seeing the heart decor being put up. It would've made more sense to hang them up earlier in the week, but you guess it's staying for the remainder of the month.

You opened the door of the wood shop, and the bell rang as you did so. Thank, goodness there was a fireplace. You felt warmer already.

You looked around but didn't see Rose anywhere in sight. You guess she's off and her eldest son is in charge for the moment.

"Morning, Luke!" you greeted, nicely as always.

"Morning! What can I do for ya?" he greeted back, as always.

"Is there any way you could carve out a heart shaped piece of wood. Not a huge piece, but maybe about this big." you asked as you demonstrated with your hands.

"Ah, for you and good ol' Joel, I see." he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and nodded your head yes.

"I want our initials carved on the front and a few words burnt on the back."

Luke grabbed his notepad and had you write exactly what you wanted.

"You got one very special Valentine's gift comin' right up! Come back around 12." he assured you.

"Alright, thanks, Luke." you thanked him as you waved goodbye and exited the shop. Ah, back to cold.

You spent the rest of your day at your friends' houses, chatting about whatever nonsense. You picked up Joel's gift a little after noon and then went to the pub, to catch up with Maria on town gossip.

You noticed the sun was starting to set so you bid your farewells to her and Seth before leaving.

You had stolen paper from Ellie's room and were able to make that letter before reaching home and to your surprise, Joel was on the couch waiting for you.

You started taking your boots and cold wear off as you looked at him the entire time.

"Was expecting you to be home a bit later." you told him as you made your way to him.

"I said I would be back before nightfall." he simply said.

"Well, you usually come back when the moon's out." you said, plopping down next to him and giving his cheek a quick peck.

"Well, I stayed true to my note this time, I guess." he said as he gave you a soft smile.

You leaned your head to rest it on his broad shoulder. He moved in closer and caressed the side of your face with his thumb.

"Darlin', I wanna apologize for last night. That was stupid. You were just worried about me, that's all and I brushed you off." He confessed, trying to look you in the eye.

"It's fine, love. You're stubborn, per usual." you joked, but also meant it.

"To tell you the truth, I was really scared." he admitted.

You instantly moved your head to look at him. Worried something might have come up.

"Of what?"

"Honestly, the community was never low on supplies. I needed that excuse, so you'd let me go on the urgent trip Tommy and I been plannin'." he revealed as he turned to fully look at you.

You were a bit confused at first, not understanding why a trip would be so "urgent". Your face swiftly changed to absolute shock after Joel pulled out a beautiful, silver necklace with a locket and bracelet to match.

Your heart swelled right then and there. You couldn't believe it. All this time he spent telling you the holiday didn't matter anymore and here he was.

“Baby, you’re kidding!” you cried as you immediately went for a kiss.

All he could do was smile against your lips. He’s glad he could make you happy.

You wrapped your arms around him, wanting for him to know how much you appreciated him and how thoughtful he was.

“Here, let me put them on for ya. Aw, don’t tell me you’re crying?” he teased and you shook your head as you wiped a tear or two.

“I got you a gift thinking you wouldn’t do anything! And you get me this! Of course I’m crying.” you defended as you put out your arm so he could place the jewelry around your wrist.

You turned around and he put the necklace on for you as well.

“How long did it take to find these?” you asked, wanting full details on heartwarming trip your boyfriend took.

“A couple of hours. Tommy knew where to find the rundown store; that’s where he found his ring for Maria.” he told you.

“I borrowed some other things from the town too.” he continued, sheepishly.

You turned back around to face him once he was done and said, “Oh my goodness, like what?”

“I got a few discs from Maverick and Maria gave me a copy of ‘Dirty Dancing’ since I told her you like it so much.”

All you could do was pout at how cute he was. No way he got all that.

“You can’t be serious, hun.” you said as you laid against him.

He put his hand on your hip before saying, “even in this world, there ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”

You snuggled in closer after he said so, and he gave your head a kiss.

“Let’s go slowdance to Otis Redding and watch your movie.” he told you as he signaled for you to get up.

You giggled at him calling it “your” movie. You took out the wood-piece that was still in your coat and the letter.

You handed him the wood first, and watched as he admired it slowly. You knew he wasn’t one to show much emotion, but you could see it in his eyes.

He read your initials in the front and your sweet message on the back.

“Thank you, darlin’. I’m gonna hang this near our door.” He thanked you with that soft smile once again.

He was about to open the letter, but you stopped him.

“Read it later, I want our time together now.”

And with that, you two spent the night upstairs. First, slow dancing as promised to the ‘These Arms of Mine’ record that Joel borrowed and then movie time with him trying his best not to fall asleep for your sake.

He did read your letter later on and one moment led to another since you two could not keep off each other.

You were in his arms the entire night, just what you wanted. No person or personal issues to distract you from each other’s company.

He was indeed the perfect valentine.

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[sunflowersteves]

Sin sunday: drunk Steve being super horny and manhandling you 😩🤍

ok so like ik this request is about manhandling but I picture steve as a v soft drunk so I’m sorry this is not rlly that at all lol. I started writing and just kinda rolled with it. but he’s super horny and melts from the reader so

warnings || dub-con ish, drinking, perv!steve, reader doesn’t do anything with Steve

The music boomed across Steve’s house, the rager atmosphere attracting the wildest of the night.

Steve walked through the halls, smelling booze and wafting in weed smoke. His eyes flickered across unknown faces—eyes filled with a haze that had him squinting.

Although, Steve couldn’t give a rats ass about the random people that puked in his mom’s expensive vase. He only cared about you—about where you were.

He needed you. He needed to feel your presence. He was getting desperate at this point as each and every crevasse of this house seemed to be empty of you.

He walked down the hall of the upstairs, opening the very last door he had yet to check. He stumbled through. “Baby? Are you here?”

“Steve?” He instantly lights up at the sweet sound of your voice, plopping down on the bed next to you.

You had stayed in the safe space of Steve’s room, a book placed between your thighs. You weren’t one for parties. You opted out of the entertainments of beer pong for lavishing adventures of fighting monsters and dragons.

You didn’t mind Steve having these parties though, not at all. You just didn’t enjoy it all that much.

“You are so pretty.” He slurred his words together, head bobbing slightly as he couldn’t stay still.

You finally look over at him—lopsided smile and big eyes stared back at you. “You’re pretty too, you know.”

He grins even brighter, “I am?”

He rests a hand on top of your thigh, almost drooling at the sight of you in just his T-shirt and underwear. You looked ethereal.

Your skin glowed beneath the bedroom lights. Your eyes were as clear as day. Your hair was messy but it was so you. Just you. Steve thinks that he could stare at you for the rest of his life.

“Y-” He hiccups, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love—love you.”

He starts to snuggle up next to you, head on your thigh and nudging his nose into your soft skin. You giggle, setting your book down onto his nightstand.

“I love you too, Stevie.”

He feels his cock twitch from looking directly onto your panties. They’re a blue lace with a little bow at the top. Steve can’t help but whine.

He starts to kiss your thighs—sloppily. His tongue poked out to lick the apex of your thigh. He moans, hips bucking into the mattress as he feels your fingers move through his hair.

You just sigh, “Steve, you’re drunk.”

He pouts, “nuh uh.”

“Are too.” You nudge him as his tongue swirls further toward your mound. God, he just can’t help it.

One drop—one glimpse of you and he’s gone. Utterly done for. He wants to devour you. He wants to fill you up until the only thing you could ever think of is Steve. Steve “the hair” Harrington.

“Never!” He gets closer, smirking a little against your thigh. He could almost smell his cum he stuffed inside of you before the party.

“Oh, yeah? How many drinks have you had then.”

“Four beers—”

You look down at him, raising an eyebrow. “Steve.”

“Okay, okay! Four vodka cokes. Robin just makes them so good!”

You laugh and try to pry his koala stance off of you. “I knew it!”

He pouts again, “B-But I want you! I n-need you. I need you so bad, baby, I-I-I-”

He starts to hiccup, tears springing his eyes. He couldn’t believe you didn’t wanna be near him anymore. He has to be with you.

He seems to only hold onto you tighter. To try and calm him down, you caress his cheek. “Stevie, of course, I want you. I need you, always. But, you’re drunk. I will not do anything while you’re drunk.”

His eyes start to water again because why would you not want to be near him then? As if you’re reading his mind, you speak gently. “Of course, I want you around Stevie. Look, we can cuddle all night if you want, okay? I’m right here. I’m not leaving.”

He nods against the top of your thigh—his hair tickling your skin. He seems still sad, but he’s pleased with your answer. How could he forget that you love him? How could silly ole Steve forget that you want him by your side?

“If you wait until the morning when you’re sober, I’ll let you eat me out. How does that sound?”

Steve feels like his body starts to buzz. Eating out from your slick, sweet pussy was his favorite activity. “Really?”

You giggle, looking at how excited he is. “Really, really.”

He flops under the covers in lightning speed—ramming his hand over toward the bedside table to switch off the light. “Well, what are you waiting for? It’s bedtime!”

You look over not to seconds later to see him already passed out. Snores already start to escape his lips.

You shake your head with a small, gentle smile. “You’re so impossible, Stevie. Impossible.”

#sin sunday༊*·˚ #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #smut #dub con #Steve harrington smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fluff

[iamthemain-character]

hi! I rlly loved ur recent Kaz Brekker fic n I was wondering if u could do one where the reader had an ED. Like how Kaz would react to it and what he would do to help?? I’m currently getting over an ED n need some comfort rn xx

Hi! Thank you so much for reading and for requesting! As someone who watched many loved ones go through recovery, let me just say how proud I am of you (and anyone reading this!) for trying. You’re amazing and doing great, I promise. <3

Not Giving Up

show! kaz brekker x reader

gender neutral pronouns

TW: eating disorder (following the symptoms and recovery for anorexia nerviosa), low self esteem, mentions of restrictive eating. nothing graphic, and there is comfort/healing in this fic, but please be careful when reading

shadow and bone masterlist

Kaz Brekker didn’t know how he never noticed it before.

When it came to you, he typically was so attentive, noticing even the smallest details. And he did technically notice all the symptoms; the way you were always cold, the way your wounds would take longer to heal, or how you would sleep too much or none at all. But it wasn’t until The Crows were gathered for brunch one Sunday morning that Kaz finally put all the pieces together.

It was a joyous occasion, and despite being some of the most secretive people in the Barrel, the seven of you made quite a ruckus. But it was joyful, everyone teasing and messing with each other. Weekly brunch was Nina’s idea, her having lamented that she never got to see everyone all together anymore. So everyone agreed that once a week, they would all get together, the true Crow Club.

And every week, you would join in on the fun, laughing and joking with everyone. But as Kaz watched you nonchalantly tell the waitress, “Oh, I’m not really hungry”, that something clicked in his brain.

As the gears in Kaz’s mind began to turn, he soon came to realize that you said that every week. And beyond that, Kaz couldn’t recall a time where you had eaten a full meal around him or any of The Crows. It was plausible that you ate alone or when Kaz wasn’t around, but when compared with some of your other behaviors and symptoms, Kaz was fairly sure of what was happening.

Not wanting to cause more distress, Kaz had the good sense enough to leave you be during the brunch. But the moment the both of you got back to the club, he uttered only three words as he walked pass.

“My office, now.”

Despite being close with Kaz, those words still brought a chill up your spine. Cautiously you followed your friend up the stairs and into his office, following his gesture to sit down. For a while, the two of you sat in silence, Kaz staring at you with his chin resting on his clasped gloved hands.

Finally, you couldn’t take it any longer. “Is there someth-“

“Do you have an eating disorder?”

You weren’t sure what you had expected Kaz to talk to you about, but it was certainly not that. Your jaw slack, you rapidly blinked, trying to collect your thoughts.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kaz’s eyes narrowed. “Do you have an eating disorder?”

You started breathing rapidly, wondering how this man had put the pieces together when you had been so careful to hide it. “I’m fine Kaz.”

“Why don’t you eat with us? Or ever?”

“I-I,” Your words failed you, your brain trying to find some way to combat Kaz’s questions. “Like I said, I’m totally fine. I’m just not hungry a lot.”

With a deep sigh, Kaz got up and moved around the table to sit next to you. When you looked into his eyes, you were surprised by just how gentle they were. “You don’t have to lie to me…or to yourself.”

As you saw the pure concern and affection in Kaz’s gaze, you felt the dams break. Tears freely fell from your eyes as the fears you had been holding in for so long finally came out. Kaz gently placed his hand on your back, trying his best to show comfort and support.

“I don’t-I don’t like my body. Or me in general. Or life. I just…” You trailed off, hanging your head. “I just thought that if I could control what I ate, everything would be so much better.”

“And did it?”

Closing your eyes, you let the truth come out in the smallest whisper. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.” Kaz responded, his voice thoughtful. “Do you want to get better?”

Slightly surprised by the question, you looked back up into Kaz’s eyes. “I—I think so. I’m just scared of what might happen.”

Kaz took his hand off your back and took your hand instead. “You don’t have to go through this alone.” He promised.

“You want to help me?” You asked, searching for any sign of doubt or falsehood in Kaz’s eyes.

But as his blue eyes pierced your soul, you felt the truth of his words. “Every step of the way.”

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Good to his word, Kaz Brekker was there for you through everything. He found the best physician and psychologist in Ketterdam, and he was there for every meeting to be a support. Kaz also let you tell the other Crows at your own pace, but when you did, your support system went from one to six instantly. Your little family was there for you, and even though you were scared, it gave you comfort.

Following the treatment plan was difficult. The old inner demons that had haunted you for so long constantly reappeared, making eating difficult. But Kaz and the Crows made sure that you were never alone at mealtime, and they never shamed you for struggling with a particular food or for needing more time. So slowly, with the help of everyone and especially Kaz, bit by bit you learned to heal your relationship with food and your body.

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It was a surprisingly clear and sunny Sunday that spring when Ketterdam’s deadliest gang walked down the street, laughing and cajoling the whole way. Upon entering the familiar restaurant, all seven of the crows managed to squeeze into their familiar booth, with only a few complaints and pokes along the way. As you all settled in, a serving girl came up to the table.

You and Kaz were sitting closest to the edge, but the girl elected to talk to you first. “Are you ready to order?”

Kaz held his breath as he watched you hesitate for a moment, looking at the menu on the table.

Looking back up at the serving girl, a bright smile adorned your face. “I’ll have [your favorite breakfast food], please.”

The girl nodded as she wrote down your order, and moving on to Nina, who launched into her elaborate waffle order. But Kaz felt his heart swell with pride, knowing deep down the effort that you were putting in. Kaz reached out underneath the table, and softly he took your hand inside his gloved one. Slightly surprised, you looked up at him, but looking into Kaz’s eyes told you everything he couldn’t say aloud.

Gently squeezing Kaz’s hand in return, you looked around at the little family you and he had built. The journey ahead was long, but your future was bright and full of love.

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Recovery is possible; you are wonderful and loved, and you deserve happiness. Real, true happiness. If are struggling with any kind of ED and you are in the united states, please go to this link and get the help you need. <3

#shadow and bone #netflix shadow and bone #season 2 shadow and bone #six of crows #crow club #the crow club #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader

[mrvlbimbo]

HIII

I love your blog sm omg, and I had a lil idea/ request if you’re up for it :)

So I was watching the Eddie room tour on TikTok and saw he had some…magazines-

And I just thought, what if Bimbo reader was staying over at Eddie’s one night and came across those magazines and got REALLLLLY pouty about it.

Like, he obviously doesn’t use them anymore, not since they’ve started dating, he just forgot to throw them out.

But she’s rlly hurt and feels lowkey insecure that he would feel the need to use those magazines and he has to tell her that he hasn’t used them bc she’s all he need :’)

Ik it’s lowkey stupid 💀 but I hope you like it!

IUUUUUUGHHHH I know I haven’t written in a while but this gave me so much inspo

<3 she’s skipping around his room, messing with things as she waits for him to get out of the shower when she comes across a shiny magazine cover

<3 she gasps and snatches up the pages from under the bed

<3 her manicures nails slip against the stuck together pages as she tries (to no avail) to get the magazine open

<3 finally her nail catches between two pages and pulls them apart, eyes widening as she stares at the picture

<3 “boobies!“ she yelped

<3 in that moment Eddie decides to return to the room, catching her in the act of snooping through his things

<3 “oh that’s not- uh don’t- here gimme that, that’s not for you.” He paces over to her in a few quick steps and grabs the magazine out of her hands, holding it over his head and out of her grasp

<3 she grumbles, pushing him back onto the bed and crawling on top of him to grab the magazine back “no, I wanna see.”

<3 she sits up and starts thumbing through the magazine as he wraps himself around her and looks over her shoulder

<3 she’s looking through the erotic cartoons and getting more and more distraught as she goes on while he’s looking and imagining every girl is her

<3 “Eddie, what the hell,” she whines, wriggling out of his arms, dramatically tossing the magazine aside, and throwing herself face down onto the bed

<3 “hey hey. What’s wrong?” He lays down next to her and pulls her back into his arms (neither of them are good with personal space)

<3 “why do you read that?“ she demands, huffing and crossing her arms.

<3 “I d-“ he starts

<3 “don’t lie. I know you read it…. And do other stuff. The pages are sticky I’m not an idiot Eddie.”

<3 “baaabe I donttt. If you’d just listen-“ he tries to explain and again she interrupts him

<3 “do you wish I looked like those girls?” She whispered, letting him slide his fingers to grip her jaw and tilt her face up to him.

<3 “hell no. I wish I had a magazine of just pictures of you, then I might actually look at it.” He kissed her lips slowly, his other hand smoothing over her side and squeezing her hip

<3 “you don’t?” She was confused, big eyes blinking up at him in earnest.

<3 “jeez, babe. I haven’t even looked at that thing since way before we got together. I don’t want anyone else, just you.” His kisses started to trail down her neck, both arms now encircling her and pulling her body as close to his as possible.

<3 “well maybe I could get you some pictures… like that… of me,” she offered tentatively, fingers curling against his bare chest where she also hid her face, embarrassed at how upset she had gotten.

<3 “oh fuck. You can’t just say stuff like that, babe.” He choked a bit, letting out a light chuckle.

<3 “m’not just saying it, Eds. Wanna make something nice for you.”

YALL can IMAGINE what comes next im TIRED

#eddie x bimbo!reader🎀 #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson angst

[seongminiz]

puppy hybrid minhee :D

GABI AHHHHH GET OUT OF MY NOTES APP⁉️‼️‼️‼️ /LH

anyways im ,, i feel dizzy i feel insane

warnings : puppy minhee , kinda switch minhee but not rlly , biting/marking , breeding , jealousy/possessiveness , overstimulation , i think thats all but im not sure

dont even have a word count for this i just . got possessed or something while writing i swear . didnt proof read if its full of typos or redundant sentences no it isnt

puppy hybrid minhee is the best puppy anyone could ever ask for whether hes subbing or not likeee hes so good n sweet n gets turned on so easily :(( sometimes you'll accidentally brush ur hand against him n oh ! he gets all blush n antsy trying to cover it up bc he feels kinda bad abt it , especially when he can get rlly needy n immediately take u no matter where u r

hes just clingy overall even in a nonsexual context , he loves hugging n cuddling n would love when ur just laying in bed n hes in ur arms n u r scratching his head oh my god im going to start crying ,,, but with being clingy comes being possessive so („• ᴗ •„) likes to mark u up everywhere both in places only he can see - it reminds him that hes the only one for u - n in more obvious places to make sure everyone knows ur his ! also loves getting marked for the same reason , wants everyone to know hes ur puppy ofc !!

and and and he likes biting so much his little fangs r so cute like u might be having the softest fluffiest lovemaking to ever exist n he'll still be nibbling on ur shoulder he just needs that added comfort . also has a things for biting ur thighs especially bc he loves loves loves giving oral he definitely has an oral fixation n could spend hours between ur legs eating u out until u r exhausted ,, which once again brings us back to my 'minhee loves overstimulation' agenda ! what a surprise ! i'll never shut up abt how carried away he gets especially when eating u out like poor puppy doesn't even do it on purpose he just likes making a mess out of u n licking everything clean n starting over ,, plus the way ur legs shake n trap his head despite u trying to push it away with ur hands ,,, pull his hair too while u r at it he would never admit it but he likes the pain that comes with it a little too much~

back to him being possessive ,,, breeding kink . thats it like . hes so territorial :( feels the need to claim u in any way possible n marking u on the outside just doesn't do it for him anymore ! so dont be surprised if one day , after u once again somehow set his jealousy off , he decides to take care of it by breeding u nice n well while rambling abt how hes going to fill u with his puppies („• ᴗ •„)

#🍰 seongminiz ! #🧇 crvt ! #cravity hard hours #cravity smut #minhee hard hours #minhee smut

[femmeidiot]

You know what I think would be fun? Making you lay on your back on a bed and lifting up your legs like I'm going to put you in a mating press. But then I just grind against your pussy with my strap and watch you squirm. Rubbing against your clit and pushing the tip against your hole but not inside, over and over again. I wanna see you get so desperate for my cock that you just fall apart. Teasing you like that until you can't stand it anymore, and getting down on my knees next to your cunt and spreading it open and just staring at it. I want to watch your slutty hole drooling and closing and opening, desperate for a dick to fill it up. I wonder if I could shove my tongue deep enough inside you to feel you trying to clamp down on it. Tugging on my strap and grunting while I eat you out, only making you more and more desperate.

How much denial would it take to break you, huh? What kind of depraved things could I get you to do in that state, in exchange for finally fucking you deep and rough like you need me to? I bet I could make you do some pretty humiliating things...😮‍💨 (you're rlly hot btw afdgdgdg I love sharing my fantasies w you and getting you all flustered and turned on)

I just sjhsjsjssmdk I read this like 3 times oh my god you could literally probably get me to do anything fuckcjjsjsjxj 🥺🥺🥺

#asks #bsbjsjsjdj also thank you sjjsjsjsk I'm blushing i love when you share your fantasies with me

[booksandpaperss]

We as a fandom are rlly underestimating how confused and *hurt* Mike is gonna feel when he finds out Will lied about the painting like-

Quick disclaimer before I explain: this is not any sort of Will slander. I love Will Byers so much only Mike Wheeler could top how much I love Will kdkdjsjj

Ok now with that said, let’s look at the whole PaintingSituationTM from Mike’s perspective:

As far as Mike is concerned, he’s pretty much told Will multiple times that he doesn’t feel like his relationship with El is working anymore. He’s thinks he’s being clear, and he probably just assumes Will understands that since Will has *always* been able to understand Mike instantly.

Unfortunately, he’s completely unaware that Will is convinced Mike is in love with El because Will fully and wholeheartedly believes that he’s wrong for how he feels abt Mike, and Mike being in love with his sister is some sort of karma. This is what causes Will to push Mike towards El in a misguided but well meaning attempt to make him feel better. To will, it doesn’t really matter if he’s lying, because *of course* El needs Mike, who wouldn’t need Mike? Will needs Mike, and if El and Mike are in love, of course El would feel the exact same way, right?

But Mike doesn’t know any of this. All he knows is that his best friend (that he’s also in love with) is actively pushing him back into his relationship with El. Even if Mike is confused by what Will said abt El’s feelings, since it doesn’t add up with what he *knows* is happening between them, he chooses to believe Will bc if there’s anyone that would always, *always* be honest with Mike, it was Will, and Mike knows that Will would never push Mike back into his crumbling relationship with El based on only a lie… or so he thinks.

Now, Mike is once again under the impression that El still needs him romantically, hence his speech in surfer boys, where he tells El what he *thinks* she wants to hear from him in a desperate attempt to save her life. He also most likely feels like he owes it to El to try and love her romantically, since he *does* love her, and he thinks she needs it to be romantic, so he makes himself try bc if there’s anything we know about Mike wheeler, it’s that he feels like he needs to be *needed* in order to be worthy of someone’s love (someone plz give this boy a hug omfg).

Alright, keeping in mind all that messy context, let’s go back to what we know about m*leven. It’s pretty likely that El is gonna break up with Mike in the first (or maybe second) episode of s5, and she’s gonna tell him he shouldn’t have lied, and that she doesn’t need him the way he thinks she does. El’s gonna dump Mike’s ass again and enter her girlboss era (Max will be so proud). This…. Is gonna leave Mike HELLA confused. Why did El ask Will to make that painting about how she needed Mike if she didn’t??

And it’ll click for him: Will lied. Mike’s not gonna understand why, all he’ll know is that Will lied to him about El’s feelings and basically set Mike up for failure. Mike’s gonna be confused and hurt just from that alone, not to mention that fact that he’s ALSO still trying to come to terms with how he feels about Will, even though Will unintentionally gave Mike a set back for that. And we know Mike wheeler, when he gets really confused and upset about his relationship to and with Will (guys, trust me, unaddressed mutual gay feelings can make a friendship a MIND FIELD) what does he do? He gets angry and lashes out.

In conclusion, this is gonna massively blow up in Will’s face, and byler is going to have their worst argument yet. If we think the rain fight in s3 was bad, this is gonna be so. Much. Worse.

On the plus side, the fights gonna obliterate most if not all of Mike and Will’s built up miscommunication, so we’re gonna get a high payoff, it’s just gonna hurt really badly first 🥲

If you made it this far thank you for reading all of this and I hope you enjoyed kdjsjsj

I love analyzing these two so much I think abt them 24/7 it’s a problem 💀

#byler #byler analysis #byler painting #mike and will #mike wheeler is gay #will byers deserves happiness #byler s5 #byler endgame #elli talks byler

[of-many-fandomss]

Happy New Years!! Hoping we can start 2023 off with a Tangerine x reader 🤞 I was think maybe something along the lines of reader is Ladybug’s step daughter and is rlly close with him and considers him her real father and her and Tangerine start going out and trying to hide it from their respective family members bc they both think it would hurt their family and that’s all they have. Personally I feel like Lemon wouldn’t mind the relationship all that much and would catch on fairly quickly considering how good he is at reading ppl but reader and Ladybug might have some issues when they talk about it so maybe a little angst but nothing soul destroying tho!

She stepped closer to the man she’d known and loved for so many years. “You know I don’t like other people’s opinions or perceptions of me.” She began. “I’m aware” Ladybug agreed.

“you however are the closest and only thing I’ve ever had to a father. So I’m asking you, father to daughter, are you okay with this? Me and him?”

Happy New Years to you too!! (this was a bit longer than I meant it to be)

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“Are you sure we should be doing this?” You asked, nervously playing with your fingers as you glanced out the window.

Tangerine turned his head to face you as he set the car to park, “We have to tell them at some point, love.” He reminded you.

“But does it have to be now?” Your leg was bouncing up and down anxiously by then.

He sighed lightly, gently grabbing onto your hand and placing a kiss on top of it, effectively stopping your leg from moving, “We don’t have to tell them right now if you don’t want, love,” He told you sincerely, eyes searching yours, “We can wait until you’re ready.”

You sighed because that, that right there, was the reason you couldn’t put off telling your families about this anymore. He was always so sweet and always put your wants and needs before his own. Because you loved him with all your heart and the two of you shouldn’t have to hide it.

“No,” You tried to make your voice sound determined, “No, you’re right, we have to do this.”

Pride shown through his eyes as he leant forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, “That’s my girl,” He whispered affectionately.

With that, he quickly got out and rushed over to open your door before offering you a hand to get out and the two of you made your way into the restaurant.

You had told your stepfather, Ladybug, to meet you there just like Tangerine had told his brother, Lemon, to meet him there. The plan was that you would tell the two of them at the same time about your relationship. Doing it in a public place was just in case your father reverted back to his old ways and was less than calm about the whole ordeal.

As you both entered, neither Ladybug or Lemon noticed your presence at first, both of them too busy warily eyeing each other from across the restaurant, no doubt wondering what coincidence had compelled the other assassin to be there at the same time as them.

You gave Tangerines hand one last squeeze before dropping it, deciding it was better not to front as a couple until you were actually able to explain it yourself.

“Dad!” You called, flagging him down.

Both his and Lemons eyes snapped over to the two of you in sync, eyebrows furrowing and raising respectively.

You and Tangerine went and sat down side by side in a nearby booth, waiting until both of your family members had joined you, reluctantly sitting side by side.

“Kid?” Ladybug asked, looking between you and the man in confusion, “What’s going on?”

“Tan?” Lemon asked at the same time, raising an eyebrow towards his brother, “Is this about a job?”

Your step father threw his head back with a groan, “Don’t tell me we have to work with these idiots!”

Tangerine swiftly kicked Lemon under the table to stop him from tackling Ladybug for the comment before he cleared his throat, “No, s’actually about something else.”

“Oh?” Ladybug asked.

“Oh,” Lemon breathed out at the same time, realization sparking in his eyes as he looked back and forth between the two of you, he had always been good at reading people.

All of your heads snapped over to the man and he nodded once in understanding, a small smile growing on his face.

Tangerine let out a barely audible sigh of relief and you squeezed his hand under the table, both of you more than grateful for his brothers acceptance.

“What’s going on?” Your father asked, becoming more confused and worried by the moment.

You cleared your throat this time, “Do you think you could give us a minute?” You asked gently, to which they both nodded and quickly swept away to a table a few feet away.

“Dad,” You spoke, “Tangerine and I are dating.”

You held your breath as a pregnant silence followed your words and he blinked at you once. Twice.

“What?” He finally asked, as if he hadn’t- or didn’t want to have- heard you.

“We’ve been going out for a few months now, and we thought it was time we told you and Lemon.” You admitted, nervously eyeing his face for any indication of a reaction.

“You-and him?” He stuttered out, eyes going wide at the realization, “But- you can’t- why-“

“Dad,” You effectively cut off his rambling and sighed lightly, “You know I don’t normally care about others opinions about me.”

“I’m aware.” Was all he was able to say.

You reached across the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly, “But you are the closest thing I have ever had to a father and even though I love Tangerine with my whole heart, I don’t know if I could keep seeing him if you didn’t approve of this because I love you too much. So I’m asking you father to daughter, are you okay with this? Me and him?”

It was silent for a moment, and in that time, you began to worry that he would react the way he used to react to sudden and unexpected news. Recklessly.

“Are you happy?” He finally asked softly, shocking you.

You nodded slightly, tears beginning to pool in your eyes, “I’m so happy,” You answered honestly.

“Then of course I approve of it.” He finally squeezed your hand back, “I approve of anything and anyone that makes you happy, no matter what.”

You quickly jumped up with a small sob, pulling him in for a tight hug, “Thank you, dad. That means the world to me.”

He tightened his hold of you, “And you mean the world to me, kid.” He whispered back.

When you both pulled away, you turned towards Lemon and Tangerines table, who both scrambled to sit straight up as if they hadn’t just been leaning in to listen in on your conversation.

“You do anything to hurt her,” Ladybug warned, eyes boring into Tangerines as he kept an arm around your shoulders, “And you’ll wish you were never born.”

#tangerine x reader #ladybug x reader #tangerine blurb #ladybug blurb #bullet train blurb

[sadiecoocoo]

Sooo I’ve heard some ppl say that fear no mort is gonna be abt them facing their greatest fears or something, and I’ve seen some ppl theorize on what said fears will be. And id like to give my two cents on the matter :)

Rick’s fears

I think that Rick would honestly be terrified of seeing Diane or prime again. Like imagine if Diane’s ghost just showed up and was rlly nice to him and jsut not like herself at all (cuz we know her personality is the same as the ship and garage AI, so she isn’t the nicest person in the world, which like slay). I think her just being nice to Rick and saying how it wasn’t his fault would freak him tf out, cuz let’s remember that he made a ghost AI of her that was programmed to berate him and be mean to him, so he didn’t want comfort or to be told that it wasn’t his fault.

Now, if Rick saw Prime again, one of two things would happen; he would either break down fully, or just be rlly fucking mad and try to kill prime again (personally this is what I want to see the most, but I’ll explain that in a bit)

Another fear could be that the rest of the family (mainly Morty) dies or is fatally injured to the point of no return. Because we’ve seen Rick bring Morty bad from fatal injuries, and death from the last episode multiple times, but how would Rick react if he couldn’t do anything?

Another fear for Rick (this guy is gonna be going thru it) would be that he sees more of prime in Morty. I’ve read multiple fics where Rick is scared of Morty turning out like prime, so what would happen to Rick if that rlly started happening?

Now, another fear, this one I think would be the most intense for Rick, would be pirates. No more to add to that, we all know why :)

Morty’s fears

I think Morty would have more basic fears, things more that a teenager would be afraid of (along with all the other crazy shit that Rick has exposed him to). For starters, he may just be terrified of rejection, which would be an interesting thing to see. Like imagine if Rick was having a full on break down, and then Morty’s just dealing with minor stuff like being told no in a mean way.

A more in depth fear could be abandonment issues. He was definitely rlly upset with the two crows, and very worried abt the Jerrick stuff. Imagine Morty’s stuck in a dark room, completely alone, and then when he does see “Rick” again, he’s just being rude to Morty and telling him how worthless he is (but in a harsher way than he used to, in a way that makes it seem serious). What if Morty got a vision of Rick replacing him with another Morty, like holy shit that would mentally scar him so badly! Or what if a fake Rick started taunting Morty with the free Morty coupon?

I also think that Morty has a buried fear of ending up like prime. Like he’s already sort of on his way to becoming like any Rick, what with him being desensitized to violence and being seen as a national threat. I think that both him and Rick would be absolutely terrified if that happening to Morty, if he someday snaps and Rick can’t do anything abt it.

Edit: just thought abt this but, uh- king jellybean… not much needs to be said for that one…

In conclusion,

I’m seriously excited abt the next episode, I wanna see what theories (from anybody) were correct and I wanna see if the finale is gonna be as mentally scarring as the others have been!

Back to what I said abt Rick seeing prime, you all know abt the theory of prime downloading a bit of himself into Rick’s head right? What if Rick sees Prime’s “ghost” in whatever haunted house they go to, and he fully thinks that it’s just fake and stuff after the initial shock. But when they get back home, what if Rick sees prime again? What if he continues to see prime on a daily basis? What if that escalates to prime always being there, always tormenting him, always telling him how worthless he is, until Rick can’t take it anymore?

Ig all I have left to say abt all this is, what if?

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[thecynthh]

smart ass - M.S pt 4

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to help him 

notes - NOT PROOF READ, matty being a lil cutie pie bf but not actually bf, mentions of vomit and drinking

a/n - alright yalls this one took kinda like rlly long cus i was sleeping late and never got the energy i needed to write but we back now and thriving :)

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1 month before the study session 

matt’s pov

lights blare above my spot on the couch, chris is busy talking to other influencers beside me as i sip my red solo cup full of root beer trying to enjoy myself. i worry about madi and y/n they’ve done shot after shot and danced with many people, i know nick is still with them, i think, and i know they are in good hands but two drunk girls alone at an influencer party is a disaster. 

i see y/n saunter over here in her strapless dress wedging herself between chris and i. i thought y/n was very pretty, we met only yesterday when madi brought her along with us on a mcdonald’s run last night. she sloshes her drink around in her cup looking at me up and down, her eyes glossy and her makeup slowly losing its sharpness. “i think…’ she starts, “i think you look very pretty matty.” 

her hand comes up to trace my jaw and cheek bone, i sit there froze, lost in the moment with her. music seems lowered and the bass isn’t ringing in my ear anymore, “and i really like your hair, and your eyes” she slurs. “i wish, i wish i could be as pretty as you,” she begins to feel her much less defined jaw looking down with a sad expression that hangs on her face. 

“hey,” i say, picking up her chin, “trust me y/n, you are stunning,” her eyes have a clear film over them and her tears brim at the bottom of her eyelids. i can tell she was most likely on the verge of crying, i drop my hands to collect her cup and put it down on the coffee table in front of us. “hey pretty girl, you ready to go home?” she nods while i stand up and pull her up as well. 

i tap chris’ shoulder, getting his attention. “yo, we’re leaving in a bit, just gonna go round up the rest of them with y/n. just meet us at the front door in maybe 5 minutes,” ;he nods in agreement and continues to talk to the group of people around him. i drag y/n back to the place where she came from and lead her into a hall where the noise is definitely quieted down so i can ask her a question. “okay where did madi go?” i turn around to ask her. 

“i think she went to the bathroom…?” y/n says, “i think its in this hall we should check.” i give her a small mhm acknowledging what she said. i try to pull her along but she stands still near the wall of the hallway i lead us into. 

“come on y/n, lets go find madi.” i tug on her hand a little more, before giving up and walking to her, “kay, whats up y/n?” i ask her in a soft tone as to not upset her more than she already was. 

she says nothing but pulls my neck down connecting our lips. i just enjoy myself in the moment knowing that in the morning, after the party ends, she won’t remember this, but i will. the kiss gets heated as i slip my tongue into her mouth and explore her every inch but having to pull away soon after realizing what i was doing. “mattyyyyy” she whines in my ear.

“you’re drunk and won’t remember this in the morning, i’ll kiss you when you remember it.” i say holding her chin, her puffy cheeks bunch up at her cheek bones while she looks at me with a pout. 

i take her hand again and begin to knock on each of the doors, the first 2 on the left are either locked or no one is answering, finally moving to the right i knock on the door and call out “madi? you in there?” i hear the lock click and out comes an intoxicated madi tumbling out the door. i let go of y/n’s hand to catch madi as she trips over her own two feet attempting to get out of the room. 

i prop madi back up and take both of them by the hand and drag both of them to a talkative nick near the kitchen table. making my way to him being sure not to hurt any of the girls. “nick a little help?” i say waving madi’s hand in the air for nick to take her instead, he quickly says his goodbyes and grabs madi from me. y/n begins to rest her head against my shoulder and close her eyes, “okay sleepyhead, let's go home now.” i pick her up bridal style and resting her head against my chest as we head for the front door. 

chris pushes himself off the wall and joins us as he opens the door and lets nick and i exit first with the girls. “yeash, seeing them makes me so glad we’re sober.” 

“alright, that’s enough out of you” nick says, shushing our brother. i lay y/n into the back of my minivan, i put her down very carefully scared she’ll break with any certain move. i enter the front of the car and start the ignition. 

 “so what are we gonna do with them?” i say turning towards the back seat seeing nick sitting in the middle of the two girls with both of them resting their heads on nick. 

“hm i don’t know, my real question is if we drop them off at home, are they going to be alright?” nick answers. 

madi pokes nicks arm, “i don’t wanna go homeeeeee,” she whines from her seat. “just take us to your house, we’ll be fineee. right y/n?”

“is that okay with you guys?” her voice is laced with sleepy tones and drunken words but still caring about me and my brothers. 

“of course y/n, we're friends now, yeah?” nick says lifting the shoulder her head was resting on. 

“mhmmm. thank you for this.” she says quietly. 

i reach over to tuck her hair behind her ear, “anytime,” i say just as quietly. 

i face the front of the car and start to back out, beginning a short car ride. chris still takes the aux and plays a few songs as i drive us back to me and my brother's house. 

we make it to the house with barely 10 minutes of driving. i park the car in the garage and swing the back door open after i exit the car. i slowly lift y/n’s head off of nick and carry her to the door, chris already speeding up reaching the door before to unlock it and open the door for nick and i. 

nick holds madi up while her arm is over his shoulders for support while he looks over to me to tell me “i’ll keep madi in my room and make sure she’s alright.”

chris nods, i speak up and say, “i can put y/n in the guest bedroom and keep an eye on her.” 

“alright sounds good, night guys.” chris says waving to nick and i while retreating to his room downstairs. 

nick goes upstairs with madi and i walk down the hallway where my room and the guest room is. opening the door to the guest room, i go to sit y/n down on the bed while i go into the bathroom connected to the room to grab a washcloth. as i have the washcloth running underneath some warm water, i look through the drawers for cotton pads and the make up remover i bought for this room. 

nick made it my job to keep this room stocked with any supplies any person could need while they stay over at our house ranging from female products to extra hygiene products to extra towels and clothes. I'm glad he thought about this because now it comes in handy for this situation and it’s just very kind for other people wanting to stay over. 

i lay all the supplies down on the counter and walk out to go to my room and collect a shirt from my drawers to just make it easier for me while im taking care of y/n. I sling it over my shoulder and go back to y/n. 

i pick her up and walk her over to sit her down on the counter before taking off her heels and looking at her. her mascara was running down her face and her lipstick was smudged from her kissing me. after looking at her for a second her mouth opens, “hey matty? i don’t feel so good.” she pulls her hand up to cover mouth, i get the message and take her off the counter and put her on the floor near the toilet. 

gathering her hair she spills her guts out, “it’s okay sweetheart let it out.” i wasn’t that unfamiliar with being this intoxicated, although my brothers and i are sober and intend to stay sober, we’ve been around a few of our friends when they were in this state and helped them. she seems spent after puking out most of the alcohol she drank that night. 

“oh my god i’m so sorry matt,” she says while looking up at me. i help her up from the floor pulling out the tall stool that stood in the corner of the room and sat her down in it in front of the sink. i reach down into the drawer to grab a spare toothbrush and small travel sized toothpaste for her to brush her teeth with while i clean up. she gets the message when i hand her the two items, i then close the toilet seat and flush it blocking the smell from escaping. 

after she finished brushing her teeth i dab a bit of the make up remover onto the cotton pad and gently wipe the stained and smudged make up from her face. a tear escaped from her right eye while i was wiping down her forehead. “hey don’t worry about this at all, it happens,” i kiss it away reassuring her. 

i throw away the two cotton pads i’ve used into the trash and grab the washcloth, rewetting it. i wipe down her neck and rest of what’s exposed of her body with the cloth being careful on her soft skin. 

“hey i have a shirt here for you, can you change into it alone?” i ask keeping my voice soft underneath the soft hum of the exhaust in the bathroom. 

“i don’t think i can stand without falling down, let alone change clothes,” she says with a slight chuckle leaving her lips. 

i mimic her same laugh, “alright then,” i lift a small bit of the hem of her dress, not revealing anything yet. “can i take this off?” she replies with a small nod as i continue to lift up on the dress moving it up and over her head leaving her in her bra and panties. I didn't think much of her knowing that if i did i’d have to take care of something else tonight. 

i unravel the shirt from my shoulder and slipped it onto her. It was a little big for her, perfect for sleeping in. picking her up again from the tall stool i drop her off on the bed again underneath the covers pulling them up over her. wandering into my room i grab a small bottle of tylenol and a new water bottle from the crate in my room and drop them off on her nightstand as well as her phone, plugging it into the charger and resting it on the side table. 

“okay goodnight y/n,” i said, kissing her forehead, her arms sneaking up to go around my neck and she pulled me into a hug. 

“thank you matty,” she whispered before drifting off into a light sleep. i leave her room and close the door behind me.

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