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riizewrld · 3 months

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riize as types of boyfriends!

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˚ ༘ warnings: i cussed a little. crucify me idc‼️

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shotaro: the type of boyfriend that wants to share everything! food, clothes, music playlists, you name it. this man literally sulks when you refuse a bite of his food. he cannot eat if he hasn’t offered you a taste first. he actually won’t buy food he’s knows you won’t eat. i also think he’d love to style you since he’s such a fashionista. would probably be obsessed with couple items. but they’re all from designer brands cuz he’s just rich and successful like that 😙😛. always so ready to drop a bag on you. what’s his is yours too!

eunseok: eunseok is the type of boyfriend to be mean asf but in a loving way, i swear. he teases the shit out of you, and if you weren’t dating y’all would probably be frenemies fr. he loves seeing you annoyed bc you look so cute with your eyebrows furrowed and your cheeks all red. lowkey likes when you raise your voice at him. you’d give him a stern look and he ceases all action and rapid fires his apologies with that sexy grin of his. (you know what grin I’m talking about!). eunseok just lives for your reactions. he’d love a fiesty girl with a cute appearance.

sungchan: he’s the type of boyfriend that cannot be away from you for too long. he’s kinda clingy, possessive and literally always wants to be touching you whenever y’all are together. he needs you like spongebob needs water. he’s so golden retriever coded too! he’s very upbeat and drags you along with him to different places. cafes, shopping centers, etc. even if he’s not doing anything important he’d rather be doing it with you attached to him at the hip. he always has one arm over your shoulder or around your waist. always taking advantage of y’all’s size difference! he’s definitely quality time typa guy. i feel like a black cat gf would suit him (me😆😐)

wonbin: the type of boyfriend who’s actually the girlfriend. i said what i said. maybe it’s bc he makes me wanna baby him..idk. but as much as he likes to act cool, we all know he’s kinda dorky and soft. plus, he’s so easily scared!! he’s not fooling anyone. he acts like he doesn’t like it when you take care of him, but you can tell he appreciates you a lot. i feel like he’s also the type to sing to you often. he has such a pretty voice and he likes showing off his strengths in front of you to make up for his “moments of weakness” as he’d probably call them. but it’s just him being bbygirl coded and you teasing him for it.

seunghan: sweet boy! seunghan is so canon. I just know he’s the type of boyfriend to worship the ground you walk on. I feel it in my bones . he generally seems like such an affectionate person, even with the members of riize. this man literally looks at you with hearts in his eyes. expect a lot of handholding, kissing, hugging etc. most definitely the type to do pda without even realizing. you’d have to constantly remind him that y’all are in public and that he can’t just put his hand up your shirt bc he felt like it. and he’d pout so hard with those beautiful lips of his. probably also a jealous type!

sohee: playful boyfriend all the way. y’all are like besties. sohee’s the type of boyfriend to unironically dab and make still vine references in 2024. like bro would casually naenae in the middle of a the street while on a walk with you bc why not. you’d cringe so hard but eventually end up laughing with him. he’s just goofy like that. he just loves cracking jokes and seeing you laugh at him. it gives him so much satisfaction. I think he’s also the type to try and prank you. idk. y’all would be like those youtube couple prank channels. but hopefully less cringe and not toxic 💀 random but i imagine y’all doing karaoke but it’s ice spice or smth and he’s fully immersed. shaking his ass like he got a dump truck.

anton: the type of boyfriend that knows every little thing there is to know about you. he’s just so quiet that you have no choice but to be the talkative one. he’s loves it though. you’re his little yapper! he’s so attentive, literally knows what you want before you even have to say it. he can tell how you’re feeling just from the look on your face. the type of bf that sits on your bed and listens to you rant while you clean your room or smth. he’s also physically incapable of being romantically invested in more than one person at a time. sooo fortunately for you, every other girl is fucking invisible to this man. the thought of another girl even liking him makes him want to crawl out of his skin. the type to be like “i have a girlfriend!1!1” when the girl was just trying to tell him that his backpack is unzipped and wide open‼️ he’d be speed walking away from girls i’m telling you.

note: haha. first work complete. hope it wasn’t too silly. pls get the references lol . is the format ok? ik it’s basic but lmk what you think. ALSO!! DOESN’T THIS LOOK LIKE SOHEE?! ⬇️

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inklore · 2 years

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congratulations again, sweetheart! 🤍🤍 you deserve all the recognition you receive and then some! i’m so so excited to send this one in!

prompt: “wait a minute, are you jealous?“ with our beautiful boy eddie munson!

you’ve got me

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader warnings: minors dni, literally just fluff, jealousy, established relationship, a tiny touch of angst maybe, mentions of the towns cruelty towards eddie. etc: first off ilysm and let me smooch you, second this boy was made for fluff and softness ok. idc how many smutty things i write for him, he deserves a soft love!!!

The look on his face could kill any enemy, wound any child, make someone walk on the other side of the sidewalk if they saw it—it’s a look you’ve never seen come across his normally soft features. The grumbling that accompanies the look, the “I know they say ignorance is bliss but, seriously? Him?!”

And then it clicks.

“Wait a minute,” you interrupt his continued protests, grab his wrist pulling his attention back over to your table, to you. The deadly scowl gone as he looks at you. Those soft features back. “Are you jealous?” You have to bite back the smile that wants to spread across your face.

“What?” He pulls his wrist from your hold, eyebrows pulling together in a don't-be-ridiculous-glare. “The day I’m jealous of a Hawkins whistleblower will be the same day I get a lobotomy.” He’s making a face as he picks at the food in front of him. There’s a tint of red on his cheeks and you can feel his leg bouncing underneath the table.

He’s totally jealous.

And it was cute, too fucking cute. Because if it was one thing Eddie didn’t have to worry about was someone stealing you away, let alone some jock swaying you to their corner.

You had simply stated that he, the blonde the whole county loved to watch shoot balls into nets, did look better in the new uniforms the school had finally bought. Your eyes had lingered for too long and Eddie had whipped his head around and sent the table a death glare.

The kids sat behind your table cowering at the abrupt mean look and ranting, and raving, that had been almost shouted out across the cafeteria to the aforementioned blonde.

This was the first time you had seen him jealous and you kind of…loved it.

The way his eyes keep flashing up at yours and then back down to his food nervously as he tries his best to put on that mean poker face he uses when he’s playing Dnd—the most unconvincing thing you’ve ever seen, but still the most adorable.

“Eddie,” you say his name so soft, so sweet that you can see the way he melts from it. How his shoulders relax, how his leg stops bouncing. And when you reach over to wrap your arms around his neck, he’s still not smiling, still has that grumpy look on his brows and it makes you smile. “You make jealousy look hot.” You joke, give him your best teasing look.

And that’s what makes him smile. What finally cracks the veil of torture he’s putting himself through mentaly, thinking you’re going to run into the arms of a jock.

You’re leaning closer and placing a kiss to his cheek, “I’m yours, Munson. Men in tights aren’t really my thing.”

Wrong sport, you know. But it makes you laugh when he says, “I could make them work.”

You sigh dreamily, making a show of looking up as if you’re imagining it. “Yeah, just rip some holes in them, muck them up a bit, so sexy.”

Eddie’s laughing against your lips when you press yours to his in a chaste kiss. It had taken him a whole year, and a couple business days, for him to even allow you to hold his hand in public, let alone kiss him. Public displays of affection were something he couldn’t wrap his head around. But constant belittling might do that to you, make you think no one would want to be seen with you.

Which makes this situation—as adorable as it was—bittersweet.

When a whole town tells you you’re a freak and you’re made to feel like one. Undesirable and looked at under a microscope of cruel words because people were ignorant, it was hard to believe when affections were real or just a joke.

But this was real. Your love for Eddie. It always had been and it always would be.

“I love you,” you whisper. Brush hair away from his cheek to place your palm there. “Y’know that right?”

He nods, lips pressed in a tight affectionate smile.

“Gross. Get a room!” Mike is gagging from down the table.

Before you can send the kid a scowl there's a handful of pretzels being thrown at him by Eddie, making the group of you laugh.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #blurb week

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ieatstarsforaliving · 7 months

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The Fucking Fight Club (2)

Summary: Hazel tries to control her powers during the first fight club. But because she's a loser, she fucks up. A lot.

Pairing: Spider-Woman!Hazel Callahan x Classmate!Reader

Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), mild violence, mentions of bruises and blood

Word Count: 3866

Note: Okay I know I gave y'all the first chapter yesterday but you guys surprised me with so much likes, I quickly whipped up the next chapter. The ending is kind of bad but lmfao idc. It's extra long cause I probably can't write until next weekend due to fucking midterms. I wish I could drop out and write fanfics all day long. But life is unfair to the gays. - Bia <3

“Okay, before we actually do this, I want Hazel to practice controlling her punches.”

Josie had dragged PJ and Hazel to a hiking trail in the nearest forest. This wouldn’t have been mandatory if Hazel didn’t have the super-strength to murder a human with a single blow, but since she did, Josie wasn’t about to let the feminist self-defense fight club happen without a bit of rehearsal.

“Fine, mom.” PJ rolled her eyes. She was used to Josie’s dramatic cautiousness, but this seemed like a waste of time. She turned to Hazel and offered her face. “Hazel, just relax, and punch me.”

Hazel did a double take. “Punch… punch you?”

“Okay, I don’t like that tone. I know how to take a punch. Something people would always say is ‘PJ knows how to take a punch.’ Come on up.”

“PJ, she literally beat up a grown man with metal octopus arms last week. And the week before that, a man made of indestructible sand. You remember that? On the news? You might know how to take a punch, but you don’t know how to take her punch.”

“That’s why we’re practicing!”

“I meant like practice on a tree or something.” Josie waved towards the nearest tree, standing about 25 feet tall. “Hit a tree, Hazel.”

Hazel shrugged, before pulling back and punching into the middle of the tree. In a split second, the tree quaked under the assault, its massive frame crackling under the exact spot of Hazel’s fist. The bark gave away first, exploding outward in a radial pattern. When she retracted her hand, there was a massive dent on the thick body of the tree, jagged fault lines extending from the center of the impact.

PJ’s eyes widened. “Holy fuck. That could have been my face.”

Josie shook her head. “Okay, so, obviously, you have to calm down. By a lot. Try the same thing, but like, weaken it?”

Hazel nodded. She then gently tapped the tree with her fist.

Josie shook her head again. “That was clearly too weak.”

Hazel sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this, guys. I’m so used to punching psychopathic criminals who want to kill me, so I’m always using at least 90% of my strength.”

“Which is why I brought this.” Josie pulled out a piece of paper from her bag. It turned out to be your face printed on an A4 sheet with a speech bubble that read, ‘punch me!’ “Now, hear me out—”

“-Actually, this is brilliant,” PJ said, taking the paper from Josie’s hands. She taped it to the tree and presented it to Hazel. “Imagine the tree is (Y/N). She’s standing in front of you. She’s sexy, she's wearing a bikini, she’s ready to learn, and she’s asking you to punch her. What do you do?”

Hazel stared at the tree with your face on it. In spite of this entire scenario being outrageously stupid, Hazel’s eyes fixated on the piece of paper, trying to immerse herself in your 2D face. It seemed to be a copy from last year’s yearbook, one that she had spent many hours staring at. She felt weirdly guilty as she wrinkled her eyebrows.

“I don’t really want to punch her.”

“Well, you have to! This is for feminism!” PJ groaned when she saw the hesitancy in Hazel’s face. “Hazel, women like strong, protective people. Why do you think there’s a hulk shrine in the girl’s second floor bathroom? You punch (Y/N) straight in the face, and she’ll immediately fall in love with you.”

“Well–”

“-She will, Josie.”

Hazel nodded. It was worth a try. If she wanted to wrestle with you in this club, she had to try. With a measured breath, Hazel extended her arm, fingers curling into a tight fist. She delivered a punch, focusing on her strength rather than causing harm. The moment of impact was firm but gentle, almost considerate towards the tree’s bark. It was as if the tree had barely registered the encounter, although its leaves were left shaking. She turned to her friends.

“Perfect,” PJ whispered, her eyes glistening in awe. “Let’s go beat some bitches up.”

“Not how I’d word it,” Josie muttered.

That afternoon, you were taking a hike in the same forest with Isabel and Brittany. It was quite calming, walking and talking with your friends in the middle of a beautiful forest. Birds were chirping, winds were breezing– And you guys were completely alone, since nobody really came here, and if they did, it was usually after sunset to do drugs and film porn.

The three of you reached the midpoint of the trail to take a small break, when Brittany pointed at a nearby tree.

“Hey, isn’t that…”

You followed her finger to a tall tree that seemed to be beaten up by someone, with its bark splintered and smashed by a form of impact. And in the middle of its trunk, was a photo of you, with a speech bubble that read ‘punch me!’.

Your heart dropped.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), somebody wants to kill you,” Isabel gasped. She walked up to the tree and ripped the paper off. “Isn’t this from our yearbook?”

You reached out to take the paper from Isabel’s hand and inspected it closely. It was indeed a page from the previous year’s yearbook, with your smiling face captured in a freeze-frame moment of your junior days. The speech bubble, however, had been added later, which meant that someone had deliberately printed your face, edited it, and pinned it to a tree to violently punch it out.

You felt a chill down your body. Who could have done this? You knew it was hard to be friends with everyone from school– but who would despise you enough to do this vicious and also slightly weird property damage to nature?

“We should report it or something, like to a park ranger,” Brittany offered, sensing your panic.

“No, They’re just going to tell us not to come back here wearing shorts,” You sighed. There were no cameras on the trail or anything, and the park rangers were men who were probably going to comment on your appearance instead of the actual problem at hand. “I have to do something about this by myself.”

You needed protection. No, you needed to learn how to protect yourself. You needed teachers who could help you protect yourself from evil highschool men.

You needed Hazel Callahan.

You turned to your friends with a determined face, masking your fear before saying;

“Do you guys want to join a self-defense club with me?”

Isabel and Brittany paused, exchanged glances, then nodded.

“What the fuck. These girls are ugly.”

It was the first club meeting for the feminist self-defense fight club, and there were exactly 8 girls waiting in the gym. Absolutely no sign of you. Hazel laid on the gym mats, trying not to show her disappointment. She reached for her phone, staring at your number in her contacts. She never got to texting you because she was panicking over what to say one night, and was busy fighting off muggings and carjackings every other night.

“Are you stressed? Cause I’m stressed,” Josie muttered, as the advisor for the club hopped in, earning a sharp breath from Hazel.

“Hey, ladies! Let’s get it poppin’ in this motherfucker.”

Hazel blinked. Mr. G was the advisor for this club?

This was going to be absolutely horrendous.

“Alright, uhm… hello, everybody,” Josie tried, looking around the gym filled with girls jumping on trampolines, hula-hooping, scooting, and balance-balling. “Okay, excuse me, sorry, I feel- sorry–”

“-EVEVRYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP.” PJ hit the floor with a broom, each collision echoing through the space with a ‘BANG’.

“This isn’t a little hangout, okay? Oh it’s not a sleepover or playtime. There are serious rules that we need to establish, okay?

“First? Listen to Hazel.”

Hazel lifted her hand in a subtle gesture.

“Second? Be on time. Except for you,” PJ pointed to Mr. G. “You come whenever you want. What time is it?”

“3:30–-”

“-3:30! Club starts at 3:15. Not 3:16, not 3:17. But the door closes at 3:15. No exceptions!”

Hazel smiled. Other than the fact that they were the ones who were actually late, PJ was doing amazing, putting authority towards the three girls and setting the ambiance. PJ could be a menace sometimes most of the time, but when she wanted to get shit done, she got shit done. Hazel was almost too distracted by PJ’s rant—

“-I don’t care, if you’re like, oh, but I had to go get extra help for math because I need to get a full ride because my mom lives in a trailer and she loves her boyfriend more than me, bleh blah blarh blargh– Shut up. My dad left me and I’m incredibly punctual–”

–That she didn’t even notice you walking into the gym with Isabel and Brittany following closely behind. When she did notice, her heart seemed to pick up speed, her lips curling into a smile even without realizing. Josie recognized the smile– one that Hazel only had when she was talking about her crush— and Josie turned around, motioning to PJ that the holy trinity had entered the gym.

Your eyes met with Hazel’s, and you waved in acknowledgement. She almost dropped her notebook as she looked around to check if you were waving to someone else, and then she fumblingly waved back. You giggled. Hazel had this face that effortlessly radiated innocent charm. You weren’t sure why, but you were drawn to her slightly nerdy demeanor. (it’s called being gay)

“Hey, guys. Come on in,” PJ rasped. “Uh… we’re just getting started here.”

You walked to Hazel and stood beside her. “Sorry we’re late,” you apologized.

The three girls shook their heads. “Don’t worry about it—”

“-Uhm, the rules were for next week, but this week is good–”

“-Yeah, no worries, take it easy.”

Annie seemed confused. “Okay, I just want to make sure– This is a self-defense class, right? Where we can learn to protect ourselves against football players.”

“And the criminals that Spider-Woman has been fighting? Cause, uhm, crime rate has been going up so criminals are gonna pork us. They’re gonna pork us.”

“I thought we were fighting each other for money. There’s a cash prize, right?”

“I thought this was to be a part of like a local, underprivileged female community.”

“My identity is completely attached to hers so I just go wherever she goes.”

“I thought I could learn how to protect myself. Cause I’m pretty sure someone’s trying to kill me,” You added.

“What?” Hazel turned, her eyes filled with worry.

“Everyone’s here for a good reason!” Josie laughed. “So, you know, why are we nitpicking reasons?”

“Yeah! So, let’s jump in. Hazel, why don’t you take it away?”

“Uh.”

PJ and Josie stepped back and began clapping. Everyone else followed along into a scattered and confused applause. Hazel walked to the front, opening up her notebook to the page reading ‘Self-Defense Club.’

“Okay. Hi. I’m Hazel. And I’m going to teach you guys how to fight. Maybe throw some punches. Some kicks.”

There was a bit of silence, maybe a single cough. PJ spoke up.

“(Y/N), since you’re closest to Hazel, why don’t you volunteer and step up?”

You shrugged. “Sure.”

You weren’t completely sure what was going on or how exactly Hazel was going to teach self-defense, but you dropped your backpack to the floor and walked towards Hazel, who looked incredibly afraid of what was going to happen next. She looked over your shoulders to PJ and Josie.

PJ mouthed the words, ‘Punch her. She’s the tree. Punch her.’

Hazel sent signals through her eyes meaning, ‘I can’t– I’m not gonna punch her.’

PJ continued to mouth the words, ‘Punch her. Hulk shrine. Imagine her wearing a bikini.’

Hazel’s face contorted with disbelief, her eyebrows raised in surprise, and her mouth slightly agape. Was she actually going to punch the girl that she’d been crushing on for years? Was this really the way to do it? She tried to ignore PJ who was now mouthing ‘punch your virginity away’ and instead curled her hands into fists, imagining the tree, the print-out of your face saying ‘punch me!’, you wearing a bikini, your smile, your wave, your eyes, your body—

-While you stood beside her, wondering why Hazel looked like she was about to shit herself. You began to open your mouth to ask if she was okay.

“Hazel—”

—And she flung her fist to your face.

You didn’t even register what had happened until a sharp burst of pain radiated from your nose, and you found yourself laying on the floor of the gym. You heard gasps and shouts and something about Mr. G trying to shut the club down (“Hey hey hey hey hey– I don’t know about this shit-”) as you slowly sat up, tasting liquid metal. The pain began to spread to the rest of your face as your eyes blurred up, leaving you momentarily stunned and struggling to regain your composure.

“Fuck, (Y/N)- I’m so sorry-” a horrified voice rang in front of you, and you felt a warm hand against your cheek. The hand seemed to be shaking, and you wiped your hazy eyes to see Hazel kneeling beside you, her expression embedded with guilt. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“You didn’t even warn her!” Annie screamed.

PJ shrugged. “Okay, we didn’t get warnings in juvie. Juvie was way crazier. One time, this girl’s punching me in the rain. Fall to my knees. It’s muddy. I get up– I’m blind. Punch her right in the middle of her face. Broke her fucking nose.”

“Pretty sure Hazel broke (Y/N)’s nose too,” Annie grumbled.

Isabel hurriedly handed you a couple of paper towels as Mr. G pushed the crowd to assess the situation.

“Let me see her,” Mr. G ordered, gasping when he saw the amount of blood coming from your nose. “Oh, shit, man, we gotta shut this down.”

“No, No—”

“-Shut this shit down. Shut it down—”

“-No, Don’t blow the whistle– Don’t blow the whistle!” Josie yelled. Everyone went silent, turning their attention from you to Josie. “I know that, you know– this is a little messy and bloody right now— Hazel, can you take (Y/N) to the nurse’s office– but like, the only way that we can learn how to defend ourselves is by teaching each other.”

Josie continued on with her little speech as Isabel and Brittany offered to take you to the nurse. But Hazel denied their help, rambling something about how this was all her fault. She picked you up fairly easily to your surprise, bridal style, and carried you out of the gym. You clutched onto her and rested your aching face into her stomach, feeling embarrassed.

When you arrived at the office, the nurse had gone home already, leaving Hazel to place you on the examination bed and find the medical kit. She seemed really anxious as you touched your face, your hand coming back dripping in red.

“God, juvie really taught you how to punch, huh,” You joked, battling your agony with humor. Hazel didn’t laugh. Instead she grabbed a cloth and ran it under the sink water, indulging the silence. You tried again. “Hazel.”

It was ignored once again as Hazel kneeled in front of you and started cleaning your face, her thumb gently holding your chin. She was very obviously avoiding your gaze with the best of her ability.

“Hazel, look at me.”

Hazel finally looked up to your eyes. She looked like a child knowing that she was about to be reprimanded or put on time out— and you almost felt sorry for Hazel, even though you were the one bleeding out. She seemed to grimace as you opened your mouth, getting ready to be shouted at. But instead, you asked;

“Why didn’t you message me?”

Hazel paused.

“I gave you my number. You didn’t message me,” You said again, completely serious. “You don’t like me?”

“No, I like you!” Hazel exclaimed. Her cheeks turned into a shade of pink as she tried to reword the sentence. “I mean, I don’t don’t like you, I… I’m really sorry. I wasn’t sure if you even wanted to come to the club, and I’m sure you don’t want to anymore-”

“-No, I want to.” You interrupted. “I mean, my face hurts like a bitch, but… it was a solid punch. And I really do need to learn how to defend myself like that. I think someone’s trying to kill me, so I want to be ready.”

Hazel cocked her head. “Is someone attacking you? Do you need help?”

You shook your head. “Not exactly, but I did see my face taped onto a tree, and someone had hit it really, really hard. Like, incredibly hard. Maybe with a rock, or something? I don’t know. I think it might be a death threat.”

Color seemed to drain out of Hazel’s face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you–” You explained, mistaking Hazel’s pale skin as fear. “Listen, I’m not angry at you. Well, okay, I am a little, I think you could have warned me about the punch, at least, but… I know that you’re still recovering from your past and you’re probably on edge all the time.”

Hazel nodded along, as it was partially true– she was on edge, but mainly because you were staring down at her with blood on your face and you still managed to look hot as fuck. She choked on her words before saying, “Still, I shouldn't have punched you like that. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m really sorry.”

You smiled. “This is the whole point of the club though, right? You punch me, I punch you… and we become stronger together– ow.”

You winced when the cloth touched a particular spot on your nose bridge, being reminded of your injury.

“Shit, sorry, here—” Hazel instantly dropped the cloth. She carefully cupped your face, examining your wound with sincere worry. She was used to seeing wounds on herself, but seeing them on a person that she liked— seeing them on you, made her particularly upset.

You were surprised to see Hazel being so serious. Every time you tried to talk to her, she was either nervous or punching you. To see her so focused on your face made you feel a bit self-conscious, leading you to comment on her skills to break the silence.

“You seem to have a lot of experiences patching someone up. Do you do this often?”

She chuckled, “You have no idea.”

You assumed she was talking about juvie, and you recalled seeing the bruises on her face the last time you talked to her. Was Hazel still having problems with crime even after prison? You stared at her, your heart throbbing with sympathy for Hazel. What struggles had she faced in her past for her to learn to punch so strongly, to patch up bruises, and to always be nervous around others?

Hazel pulled away from you, finishing up the basic patch-up. She started putting the medical kit away as you caught sight at the mirror across from you.

“Great. I look awful.” You sighed, lingering on your reflection.

“No, you don’t.”

Hazel tore her eyes away from the kit and responded, as if you had said something completely out of reality. You laughed and shook your head, looking at the floor.

“No, my face is a complete mess–”

“-You look pretty.”

You tore your eyes off from the floor to Hazel. She was staring at you with a soft look in her eyes, one that you felt yourself getting lost in. She had such… honesty within them, as if she fully believed your beauty underneath the red and blue color.

“You always do.”

And for a moment you wondered how you had never truly seen Hazel before— when the soft glow from the sun streamed through the window, casting a warm light over the two of you. Hazel’s brown hair, cascading into a messy mullet, framed her face which seemed to be burning up each second that passed.

“...you too,” You muttered, a shy smile replacing your dumbstruck expression. “I hope you know that.”

Then it was her turn to gawk, at you and your hands timidly placed on your legs which dangled from the examination bed. She was reminded of her crush that had been sitting in her heart for years. She had just spent 5 minutes in a room alone with you— and for a second, she was almost glad that she punched you.

And all of a sudden, Hazel seemed to recognize the lack of space between the two of you. Had you been this close to her this entire time? Your face was just inches apart from hers, and time seemed to stretch as you two gazed at each other, hearts thumping in unison. It was as if the wall Hazel had managed to build around her feelings towards you crumbled within this moment. Hazel’s lips parted, just a fraction, as if inviting the inevitable to say—

“-The club isn’t being shut down!”

The office door swung open with a bang.

Hazel immediately leaped back from you, as you whipped your face towards PJ and Josie who stopped in their celebratory tracks, analyzing the odd tension from the room.

“Oh, sorry, we thought–” Josie gaped, rubbing the back of her head in awkwardness. “How are you doing, (Y/N)?”

“I’m doing okay, actually. I should go. But I’ll see you later, bye.” You hopped down from the bed and started walking out of the room, talking a bit too fast for anyone’s comfort. You almost fell over while you ran down the hallway, unable to accept what had just unfolded. What was that? You almost— you almost kissed a girl. You almost kissed Hazel Callahan.

In the meantime, Hazel was also mortified at the fact PJ and Josie had interfered right then and there. She hid her face with her hands which her friends mistook for anger.

Josie tried to calm her down, “Okay, I know that today was kind of a disaster and you made (Y/N) bleed, but after you left we managed to grow the spirit. Everyone’s into beating each other up now. It’s kind of working.”

“And, I honestly don’t know what just went on right now but… (Y/N) just said she’ll ‘see you later’. Which means it kind of worked for you too,” PJ added. “And it doesn’t seem like you broke her nose, which meant that you can actually control your power!”

“Are you still up for this, Hazel?”

Hazel peeked out from hands, her face still red, her heart still sprinting, her mind still thinking about your lips— and how you said you would see her later. A smile tugged at her lips as she nodded and said,

“Let’s fucking do this.”

Previous Chapter: The Origin

Next Chapter: The Set-Up for Chapter 4

#bottoms movie #hazel callahan #hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan x reader #josie bottoms #pj bottoms #hazel callahan spiderwoman #hazel callahan x you #bottoms (2023)

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leclercsainzz · 8 months

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MOTH TO A FLAME PT 2

PARINGS: charles leclerc x fem!reader / carlos sainz x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

WARNING: || cheating

part 1 - part 2

yourusername

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yourusername: time to take a small break 😴

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user: you’re truly soo gorgg!! 😍

user: so is the last post about carlos or charles??!?

↳ user: i’m confused, what happened?

↳ user: to sum it all up, yn and charles broke up (i think?) because there’s speculation that she and carlos have been sleeping w each other behind charles’ back after he unfollowed the two

user: idc what anyone says, i’m defending yn with my life

kellypiquet: ooouu lalala 😍

user: homie hopper

user: she wasn’t satisfied with one of them so she had to go and get with the other

user: last post?? is that for charles or carlos??!?

user: while charles was waiting for her at home she was getting raw-dogged by his teammate and friend 💀

user: home girl got with her boyfriend’s teammate 😭 oh nah, she’s wrong for that

↳ user: carlos was definitely in the wrong too, it takes two to tango

user: pretty girl 😩

user: gorgeous! 😍

user: so are you and charles still together?!?? girl, give us an update!! like????!??

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yourusername: late night kinda vibes:)

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user: homie hopper

user: you’re soo beautiful, babe! 😩

francisca.cgomes: sexy;)

user: i can’t really blame her, have ya’ll see carlos and charles?!?? if i had the opportunity, i would’ve taken it and gotten with both of them too

↳ user: you’re so real for this

user: my girly has two hot man wrapped around her fingers

user: stunning as always 😍

user: homegirl had both their dicks in her 😭 idc, she lucky asf

user: if i were carlos, i would’ve been tempted too

landonorris: can i get that bucket hat??!?

user: her style is always 🔥

user: you look amazing!! 😍

kellypiquet: hottie

user: so who are you picking??

user: the prettiest 🥰

user: how can someone be this gorgeous?

user: she’s a cheater but she’s beautiful, i can’t lie

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yourusername: 📸

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user: i missed my fav duo!!!! ❤️

user: home girl is either so heartbroken or living her best life, and i can’t decide which one it is

user: “you were in my dreams last night” WHO??!!?

user: not charles liking her post, omg 😭

↳ user: carlos too, wtf

francisca.cgomes: my babyyyy 😘

user: so did charles follow her back or?????

user: second post is how i feel about ferrari after every race

↳ user: you’re so real for this 😂

user: *liked by carlos and charles*

user: i have a strong feeling if she were to go back to one of them, it’d definitely be charles

↳ user: nahhh, it’ll definitely be carlos! bc she kept going back to him every single time 🫢

user: can’t get over the fact that she had both carlos and charles like????!???

user: she took the whole, “buy one and get one free” literally

↳ user: lmAoo 💀

↳ user: “i’ll take you AND your friend” 😂

user: she’s so pretty wtf 😍

user: cheater

user: i feel sorry for charles and carlos, she played them good

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part 3????

taglist:

@mountmaason19 @morgan108 @sailurmewn @jenniferrvsesi @captain-barnes-writes @evans-dejong @babyvinnie @benbarneslut @roseseraj @academia-girl00 @sadfalls @schumacheer @marvel-at-stucky @riverjane-d @rosaaxo1 (if your user is purple it’s bc i couldn’t find you)

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oharapussy · 5 months

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dad bod miguel origin story bc i’m still delulu about him idc

• definitely used to have that freak ass mentality of “my body is a vessel”, hours in the gym, etc. etc.

• literally one session with therapist spider-man and he walks out with a prescription for zoloft

• not thrilled about taking SSRIs!!! lyla eventually convinces him to at least try it

•SHATTERED when he realizes being mentally healthy makes him genuinely enjoy eating food.

•he still goes to the gym n stuff it’s just… not really his priority anymore 🤷🏻 so ya he gains weight

• safe to say peter b is VINDICATED by this… smacks his ass a little bit 😈

• he gets a cute belly (it’s filled with love ❤️) n a booty… thighs too!!! stretch marks and hair and everything he’s a sexy ass old man

• has that little sexy tummy pouch w a big fat happy trail

• burying your face in his big hairy man titties like a memory foam pillow

nsfw below the cut minors please dni🔞

• realizing he’s a lil insecure abt his body so you fuck him dumb in front of the mirror

•fingering his pretty ass n tonguing him open until he’s whining and bouncing on your hand like a whore😇

•groping him in his lab and teasing him💞💞💞

#miguel o’hara smut #atsv smut #miguel o’hara x reader

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yourftmfriend · 1 year

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wanna have steven sit on my face,, afab, amab, idc just wanna make him cry from pleasure🥰🥰

Oh hell fucking yea

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Oh you loved Steven so much. You lovely, sweet, kind and caring boyfriend. Maybe a bit too kind.

You decided that you wanted to enjoy a few drinks with you boyfriend out on a bar that night. You were waiting for him to dress up and fuck was it worth the wait. He was wearing a pair of new trousers that were tight on his ass and a tight t-shirt that made his pecs stand out. Fuck he looked so sexy.

“So? Do I look good?” he asked looking away, trying to avoid eye contact. “Fuck… Baby you look amazing” you said getting up and walking towards him. You hugged him from behind and kissed his neck a few times before going to get your keys and wallet. “Let’s go shall we?” you said grabbing yours and his jacket while smiling to him.

You were currently sitting on one of the stools on the bar, your smile long gone. Your eyes were directed at your boyfriend talking with another woman. And she was getting a bit too handsy with him. It was clear she was into him; laughing at his every joke, leaning towards him as they talked and getting too in his face. But your clueless boyfriend couldn’t notice any of this. He was just excited that he could ramble about his interest to a new person.

The last straw was her touch on his arm lingering dangerously long. You slammed your glass down and quickly handed the barista the money and a tip. You walked up to your boyfriend and gripped him by the arm, catching both of their attention. “Sorry miss. Something came up and we have to go. Now.” you said the last part looking at Steven before dragging him away, not giving him a chance to say goodbye.

You now were on your shared bed lying down with Steven’s cunt on your face. “O-Oh FuCKK-!” Steven screamed, his grip on your hair tightened. Oh did it feel good having him on your tongue. Knowing that you were the only one who could do this. “S’too m-mUCh! P-leaseee~”. His eyes were rolling back with his thighs trembling in your grasp signaling that he’s close. Just as he was about to cum you lifted him off of your face and sat him on your torso. He whined looking at you with confused eyes. His thighs were still trembling in your hands. You brought your hand to his clit, taking it between your two fingers making him whine loudly. “You know this is all mine right baby? You know that no one else can make your feel this good right?” you said looking at him sternly. He nodded while avoiding eye contact. You gripped his chin with your free hand making him look at you with drowsy, tear filled eyes. “Use your words darling.. I wanna hear your pretty voice~” you said, your grip on his chin loosening while you started rubbing his clit between two fingers. “Y-Yes sssir-! On-ly you sir-!” he said in a desperate voice. You cooed at him, gripping his waist again as you sat him on your face. He let out a pleased whine as you started fucking him with your tongue. He loved the feeling of your wet tongue against his walls. Your thumb started to rub his clit again making him moan louder and louder. Oh you loved the way he sounded against you. It only took him a few minutes as his whole body started quivering again. His grip on your hair was tighter than ever, trying to ground himself. He was desperately grinding on your face as your thrusts got faster. “I-I’m cuMming FuCK- I’m-“ he let out a loud gasp as he came all over your face. You let him grind on your face while riding out his high, waiting patiently for him to stop. When he got over his high you gently lifted him off your face as you got up. You laid him on your shared bed and wiped your face before landing a kiss on his cheek. You went to wash your face and got a warm wet towel to gently clean Steven’s sensitive body. He was watching you clean his body with the same drowsy eyes from before, letting out quiet whines and gasps when you got to his sensitive parts. You threw the towel somewhere on the floor when you finished wiping him up and crawled next to him. You landed a kiss to his puffed up lips before laying him on your chest and pulling the blanket on both of you. You gently started playing with his hair and massaging his scalp as you praised him. His eyelids got heavier and heavier before closing completely. “I love you..” you whispered in his ear just before he fell asleep.

#top male reader #dom male reader #dom gn reader #top gn reader #male reader #dom!reader #moon knight #sub moon knight #sub steven grant #ftm steven grant #ftm steven grant x male reader #sub steven grant x male reader #sub steven grant x reader #fluff #smut

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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need to hear your aftercare hcs….getting down and dirty is sooo fun and sexy but what really gets me going is the soft sweetness afterwards *froths*

say no more babes!! I was just thinking about this actually. 🥹

cw: aftercare, praise and affirmations, just a lot of fluff

eren

aftercare is so much fun with him, he loves to joke around and be silly, but baby boy is going to take such good care of you. After you’ve come down from your orgasm, his fav thing to do is gently mash your cheeks together or cup his face around your forehead and just kiss you all over. You could be in tears from how good it felt and he’ll have you laughing in mere seconds. “Aww, princess. Don’t cry..you did so good. You felt so good.” he’ll constantly ask how it felt and if you’re okay (he most certainly be beating the guts in but you don’t tell him that!) but he can tell by the puddle you left on the sheets that you had a wonderful time. “Look at you, my lil’ fire hydrant.” “Shut uppp.” just fucking with you bad! 😭 but he always makes sure you’re washed and wiped off, hydrated and fed, and comfortable before you go to sleep. (might bring you an ice pack too) Not without being an S tier menace though. “Make sure you go to the bathroom. Or you can just use my mouth, y’know. Whatever works for you.” “Eren, go the fuck to sleep, please.” or “It’s your fault we have to change the sheets three times a week.” “It’s your fault for fucking me like that, but sure.” He’s always so goofy afterwards.

armin

we all know our sweetness is going to give the BEST care. Not only is he so gentle and loving during but it’s even more so afterwards. Wiping your tears and talking you through your climax. “There you go, angel. Just breathe..I’m right here.” He’ll hold you until you calm down and just praise you the whole time. “You done so good for me.” “You always open up so nice, baby. I loved the way you took me.” If he thinks you’re still tensed up or in any pain, he’ll literally baby you so bad (this man would instantly put me in sub space idc 🫠) taking you into the bathroom to get you cleaned up with a warm bath, changing out the bed, and getting you all your favorite snacks. Swaddles you in all of these blankets and cuddles with you all night. “I love you, (y/n). My pretty baby..”

levi

now we know he’s not huge on affection or super lovey dovey but he is very expressive when it comes to acts of service persay. He’s not much of a talker (he loves grunting and moaning though but boy, will he spoil you after sex. I’m talking bubble baths, wiping you down himself, even making sure you have medicine or ice packs of things get a little insane. “Here, brat. Make sure you eat. I’ll cook you something if you want. Just tell me.” He’s such a sweetie pie (grouchy as hell) but a sweetie pie.

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jisungchan · 1 month

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notice me | lee jeno

or: where your friends set you up (accidentally) so you end up alone with your hot college professor, lee jeno

⚔︎ warnings: professor!jeno x student!reader (therefore powerplay), unprotected penetrative piv sex (pls wrap it we cannot have anymore children in this economy and society), oral + fingering (f receiving) softdom!jeno x sub!reader (ish? not really strong dynamics tbh), bigdick!jeno agenda, light degradation/praise (idk he just yappin fr), oh yea... YAPPER JENO idc🗣, sexy consent, he finished inside so BEWARE (once again PLEASE do not bring anymore poor children in this world), light nipple play, marking ?? (hickeys galore), afab!reader with she/her pronouns, NO race specific descriptors (skin colour, hair texture, etc.), NO body type specific descriptors (size of reader body parts, height, weight, etc.). also this is basically porn w/o plot ngl but it's whatever ig

^^ let me know if i forgot anything hehe

2k word count

a/n: i completely gutted this blog and deleted all my old posts because that was a completely different audience/fandom and i have now ventured here... i haven't wrote something like this in a while so it's quite bad

“yeah i mean, he is hot, but he’s our teacher.” you exclaimed to your friends, gossiping about your teacher, professor lee jeno.

the way he would loosen his tie in class sometimes and peer at students through his glasses was just too much to handle. the dark haired older man was definitely easy on the eyes.

“okay… so? i would let him hit any day.” your friend said, and you all laughed, yet were all in agreement.

next thing you knew. it was time for class with the devil himself.

you sat in your usual seat next to your friends. while they all usually messed around during class, you always paid attention. your education was very important to you, and you weren’t going to let anyone get in the way of that. so you sat there, studiously taking notes and listening intently to everything said, taking it all in.

as you were taking notes, a note got passed to you. “listening extra hard to your boyfriend today huh?” you rolled your eyes at the familiar handwriting and shot your friends an irritated look.

professor lee got a glimpse of this, he peered through his glasses, and shot you a dangerous glare.

“y/n, see me after class please.” he said, before swiftly turning around to finish his lecture.

you couldn’t focus the rest of the class, so you settled for writing your thoughts in your notebook. how were you supposed to see him one on one? you could barely handle him in class. you made note to go off on your friends after you were done seeing mr. lee.

then, the bell rang. students fled the room, nobody quicker than your friend group, feeling a little guilty for getting you in trouble.

“so, y/n, passing notes in my class, are we?” he said, his back turned to you, erasing the board filled with an hour’s worth of notes.

“i’m sorry, it’s just a stupid note my friends passed to me.” you mumbled back. He motioned you to come to his desk as he sat down in his chair. of course you obliged, immediately going to the opposite side of his desk.

“let me see it.” he said emotionlessly, his hand out expecting it to fall in his palm.

“no sir, please, it’s just a stupid joke.” you pleaded, but his hand still was expectantly extended.

eventually, you dropped it in the palm of his large hands. he opened and read the note aloud, finishing with a hint of a little smirk.

you shuffled in place, cheeks burning and blushing from him reading it out loud, it was so embarrassing and you wanted to die on the spot.

“i see someone has a little crush. you’re a good student, you know that y/n?” he said to your surprise.

“thank you sir, i try my best.”

“and i think good girls deserve a little reward, wouldn’t you agree?”

you looked up to him loosening his tie and taking his jacket off.

“come, sit.” he said as he patted the desk right in front of him.

blindly, you obeyed. mind blurry from the very sudden and odd words coming from your teacher. you sat atop the desk, right in front of his sitting figure, and more importantly, his face. you kept your legs clamped shut, and you regretted wearing such a short skirt today.

“don’t be shy now love, like i said, good girls deserve rewards, now let me reward you, yeah?

you nodded, and with that, he separated your legs, staring hungrily at the wetness leaking through your underwear.

he laughed.

“already? i see that ‘stupid little joke’ must be getting to you, hmm?"

this was all too embarrassing, you tried to close your legs back, but jeno was too strong. he tsked and widened your legs even more. then, he scooped your underwear with one finger, tugging it down your legs.

“was so excited when i saw you with that note, finally had an excuse to get you alone.” he said, his hands lightly grazing your inner thighs.

he stood, hovering over you, and kissed you.

it wasn’t desparate and harsh, but slow and sensual. he licked your lower lip, then took it between his teeth. he placed his hands on your hips as he continued. he moved down to your neck, embedding hickeys into your skin.

“how true is that note? is that why you’re such a good student in my class?” he questioned you once again.

“yes, no? i do genuinely enjoy your class, sir” you breathlessly replied.

he sat back down, you could feel his breath on your wet, eager cunt, just waiting for him to do something about it.

and as soon as you uttered a

please

jeno wasted no time to please you.

his wet, experienced tongue masterfully landed on your clit, giving you little kitten licks. then, he pressed his lips on you, making out with your sloppy mess of a cunt. his tongue circling around your entrance, teasing it until finally replacing it with a finger. his tongue went back to stimulating your clit as his finger repeatedly abused your hole over and over again. he added another, and you’ve never felt so full. as if his long, veiny fingers weren’t enough, he curled them, hitting your sweet spot causing broken whimpers to fall from your quivering lips. moans escaped your mouth as he kept going.

as he heard your gasps of exasperation, he looked up, boring his brown eyes into yours.

“such a sweet pussy for a sweet girl.”

he continued his actions, until eventually you started getting restless, pulling on his hair tightly and squirming around.

“go ahead, cum on my fingers darling” he commanded softly.

and with that, you were sent over the edge, making a mess of his fingers and all over his mouth. you thought your ‘reward’ was finished, but jeno had other plans.

“you thought that was all? y/n, you are my top student, i have to treat you accordingly.”

then, he flipped you over on your chest, ass out in the air.

“no spanking this time, but if you act up again, i will have to punish you, okay?”

“yes sir!” you replied eagerly.

with that, he placed his throbbing cock at your entrance, teasing you and himself with just the tip. you hadn’t even seen his dick, but from the tip, you could tell it was big.

he leans over, chest to your back, speaking lowly in your ear,

“i’ll show you how a real man fucks,”

he pushes himself in a bit

“how you should be fucked”

he pushes himself halfway into you, you’re already whining at the stretch

“you’re gonna walk out of here and never want anyone else’s dick ever again.”

and with that, jeno forces the rest of his length inside you, licking the shell of your ear as he stands back up.

your pussy squeezes in shock from him throbbing inside of you. he hasn’t even moved yet, but you can already feel yourself becoming undone.

“you still with me baby? hmm? can’t have you fucked out when i haven’t even fucked you yet, can we?” he asks mockingly, squishing your cheeks with his hand to turn your face toward him.

jeno just thinks you look so beautiful, face flushed with lust and eyes glossy with desire as you shake your head no.

“use your words baby, need to hear how much you want your professor’s cock.” he starts shallowly thrusting, just enough to make you let out a quiet moan.

“please, fuck, please fuck me. needed you for so long.” you whine, attempting to grind back on him in effort to get some friction for your poor needy cunt. he picks up the speed, starting to drag his dick in and out at a more rapid speed. you can feel each vein massaging your gummy walls.

“fuck, me too baby. every time i saw you walk into class, just wanted to bend you over the desk and fuck you just like this. let everyone see how much of a slut you are for me.”

your head hangs down, forehead against the desk as he presses his hand in your back, causing you to arch even more. high on euphoria and need, you start bouncing your ass back on him, meeting him halfway. you hear a small laugh that turns into a low grunt at your actions, when he suddenly pulls out.

sad at the feeling of emptiness, you didn’t even have a chance to protest before he flips you around, ass on the desk and your arms keeping you sitting up.

“wanna see those pretty tits bounce when i fuck you.” is all he says, before he ruthlessly enters you again, going even faster than before.

you moan and clench around the feeling, never having felt so full before. you’re gushing around him still, causing his length to be covered with your slick, it even dripped all over his desk and over both your thighs; though, you’re too turned on and needy to even be embarrassed. all you need right now is to cum around him.

you lift your shirt up, granting his wish of seeing your chest bounce and jiggle as he fucks up into you. he groans and takes one in his hand, kneading it and rolling your nipple before pinching it, making you yelp. he then brings his head down to paint more hickeys all over your now exposed chest, leaving so many littered across your skin.

“is my pretty girl enjoying herself on my cock?” he hums as he kisses back up to your neck.

you moaned in response, not able to formulate words. his gentle question was contrasted by how hard he was ramming into you. with every thrust you heard your skin clapping together; you swore you both were going to break his desk.

“you’re gonna let me cum in you, right? be my perfect little student and let me cum in you, yeah?”

“yes please, god, i need you to cum in me. wanna be so full of you, please.” you choked out, furiously nodding your head.

he kept going at a steady pace, fucking himself into you over and over again, chasing after his release. he placed his thumb on your clit rubbing circles, with the other gripping your waist.

“cum with me, yea? make a mess on my pretty cock, okay?” he cooed in your ear once again. that was all you needed to finish, and you came all over him as he came inside of you.

after a moment of each of you catching your breath, he pulled out. you whined at the feeling, especially as you felt his cum start to leak out of you. he took his finger, gathering it, and pressed it back into you. you hissed at the feeling of his finger in your sensitive cunt again, but he kept fingering you through your overstimulation. the moment he placed his thumb on your cunt, you came for a third time, crying out his name.

he cleaned you up with his handkerchief, slipped your underwear back on for you, and even helped you fix your clothes and hair. he looked at you fondly as you soothed face, still showing evidence of your semi-fucked out state.

“you were so good for me, how about a free private tutor session at my place? i could go into so much more depth than what we discussed here.”

i do not give permission for my work to be translated or reposted.

#nephele after dark #nct #nct dream #lee jeno #jeno smut #jeno x reader #nct jeno #jeno #jeno imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream smut #nct imagines #nct hard hours

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Idc y’all… Bokuto likes thicc women.

When you’re out and about, his hand always be on your waist, thumb running along the curve and occasionally squeezing the meat when he’s feeling possessive as others stare at you.

He’s your biggest hype man, the first comments you get on Instagram are from him and his absolutely suggestive words. He just finds you so delicious, and he’s about to make that everyone’s problem.

When you’re shopping, oh baby you’re leading the way, and he follows like an obedient little mutt, carrying your bags and sitting in the dressing room for you to come out and strut your sexy ass around, practically salivating when something hugs your ass and curves a little too tight.

He’s so obsessed with you it’s almost refreshing, he’s always opening doors and buying you the most beautiful flowers and jewelry, you tease him and tell you he’s basically a sugar daddy, to which he shrugs and says “it’s a life I’m willing to live for you, babydoll.” “And they say chivalry is dead.”

He loves tossing you around like a rag doll when you’re intimate, relishing in the gasps you send him each and every time. He loves sinking his teeth into your plush body, marking your stomach and thighs with hickeys that last far too long.

If anyone dare and I do mean dare look at you in any way other than absolute respect, be it judgmental or creepy, he’s jamming his tongue down your throat and keeping eye contact with whoever dare disrespect his beautiful lady.

Of course he sees Atsumu’s eyes dance over your body at sponsor events. And naturally, hinata is the first one to turn and look when you’re cheering for them. Even Sakusa has bought you a drink or two, but he’s proud of it; he knows you’re too sexy for your own good, and he knows you wear it like a badge of honor, and so long as your eyes show hearts for him and him alone, he’s got no problem in flaunting you to his boys.

He can’t help that he scored an absolute queen; who would he be to keep you all to himself and not let you be worshipped like the goddess you are?

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roryzlittles1ut · 4 months

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Euronymous (Rory Culkin) head canons

SFW:

He wears his corpse face paint even when he’s not at a concert or a photoshoot. You see it nearly all the time since he really loves the paint.

He makes you sit on his lap. He LOVES it when you sit on his lap, so he can just wrap his arms around you and have a nice time.

Neck kisses! He always kisses your neck, even gives you a hickey once in a while. It really gets him off, knowing that you have his mark on you.

He would definitely give you sneak peeks of his new albums. Since you’re his partner, and biggest fan, he lets you know before it comes out, and he asks for your opinion.

He sometimes cooks for you and him. He isn’t the greatest chef, and he’s quite messy. Mostly he just orders take out, or he has you cook.

“What? Me? Cook? Sweetheart, do you remember what happened last time I cooked?”

He’s a cat person (idc he is). So he’ll play with your cat if you have one. He especially loves black cats, since he loves the color black anyways.

NSFW:

He’s a softdom, but when you want it, he’ll be a dom. Oh boy, he’s rough. He doesn’t hold back at all, he’ll keep going until you’re begging for mercy.

Loves doggystyle. As he’s fucking you, he loves slapping your ass and pulling your hair back just to look into your eyes. He also puts his hand on your hips/waist.

“Holy fuck, good girl/boy. Taking my cock so well. Ooh..you look so hot like this. So sexy.”

Øystein absolutely loves your moans. He will always nearly giggle over them. He really enjoys hearing the cries and noises you make, even if you guys aren’t fucking.

Male! He seems like the person to stroke your cock as he’s fucking the life out of you. He wants you to cum with him, and to tease you. He’s a huge tease anyways. He will also pull out and start sucking your cock too.

Fem! He rubs your clit as he rails into you, pussy or ass. It doesn’t matter. He loves it when you squirm too. He doesn’t stop talking about it, even after when you guys are done.

Aftercare would be so nice. He’ll just cuddle you and kiss your neck or lips, telling you how good you were for him and just praising you.

10-11 inch king 🧎‍♀️(I need it.)

When he’s about to cum, be prepared. He’ll go as fast as he could, not thinking about stopping at all. Øystein barely gets tired during sex, and the fastest he’ll go is when he’s about to hit his orgasm.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Let me cum in you. I want you to scream my name. Oh..don’t cry. You can take it. Almost there, baby. Holy shit you’re so cute~!”

#rory culkin #euronymous #fill my pussy #i love him #i love him sm.#pls give me a chance

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acotars · 6 days

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full listen through complete, here are all my initial thoughts in one place

finally post malone delivering the vocals we always knew he had i love this man’s voice

gorgeous harmonies

i’m sorry charlie puth?????? depressing to hear wish she could unrecord that.

who’s gonna hold you like me? because we’re CRAZYYYY. who’s gonna hold you? — me. KILLLLLLL ME (me-e-e!)

my boy only breaks his favorite toys x my boy billie eilish mashup when

down bad waking up in BLOOD??? in BLOOD?????

staring at the sky chinese satellite moment ?? staring at the sky would’ve could’ve should’ve when i’m screaming at the sky moment??

and i’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free :(((( this makes my whole body ache

you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days and im just getting color back in my face :(

i’m having his baby!!!!!!!! first laugh of the album. so far it’s nothing but heart aching and then she’s like lol i’m pregnant jk lmao!!!

fresh out the slammer first second sounds like old western like guns drawn dueling in a ghost town

to the one who says i’m the girl of his american dreams UGH!!! i love her songwriting in this one it’s so mundane and winky. it’s so stolen moments of real life it’s so spoken word it’s so everything to me

my friends all smell like weed or little babies LMAO this feels like the sexy baby of ttpd

florence welch the woman that you are………

throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks / drove my car off the road to the lookout could’ve followed my fears all the way down

what if he’s written “mine” on my upper thigh only in my mind. INSANE LYRIC. insane lyric. terrifying horrifying lyric. she is a master

i keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault and then LOWERCASE LOML. lowercase love of my life. lowercase loss of my life.

guilty as sin is the most painful breakup song i’ve ever heard it’s so awful it hurts so bad i can’t even think about it without crying

love the screaming in who’s afraid of little old me but i fear in some ways the lyrics feel more juvenile than the rest of the album

i can fix him is and cowboy like me are sisters

LOSS OF MY LIFE??????????? LOSS!!!! of my LIFE!!!!!!!!!!

793 dead 1 bazillion injured

i can do it with a broken heart spotify video just being eras tour footage lol just shoot me. just shoot me in the chest

lights camera bitch smile 1 2 3 let’s go bitch

jehovah’s witness suit is exactly what i’m talking about with her lyricism it’s so real life details it’s so moments out of context turned into poetry

were you writing a book??? :((( :’(((( the desperation of wanting there to be a reason for it all and a reason for it all to be thrown away she’s so used to being used/mused :((((

the alchemy .,, i’ll pass. idc about this one sorry there’s too much matty and travis it makes me :/

YOU LOOK LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT???? AS THE OUTROOOOO she’s crazy for this she’s bonkers

i cried my way through clara bow and then started it over and cried again. and then spotify said oh did you want yoyok now??

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #long post #pers

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beefros-sin-bin · 4 months

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Goodbye 2023!

Thank you to everyone who sent in submissions - I have so much reading to catch up on now! 🥩💜🥩

If you have more fics to recommend for the SinBin, keep sending them my way.

I was originally going to break everything by category into the various P-boys, but the majority are one specific character. So we have two categories:

Joel Miller Fics

Other P-boy Fics.

I've included the comments (if there was one) for each fic submitted, but kept the submitter anonymous.

Beefro & the SinBin 🚮🥩💜

Joel Miller Fics (in no specific order)

Left in Lincoln - @toxicanonymity

Left in Lincoln. It's no secret my love for this series, and for my favorite Joelkémon, but this story is one I love not only for the slow burn sexiness but the horror elements in general. The balance of fear and horror with the soft, beautiful descriptions of the characters and setting make it one I return to over and over. The musical references and influence on the story is just the icing on the cake 🖤 Or ice cream on the pie, in this case 🍑🌸 Ty for the beautiful stories Toxy, and community to obsess over our mutual obsessions 🥰🖤

Scarecrow & Fear Thy Neighbor by @xdaddysprincessxx

So my first rec is @xdaddysprincessxx and her Farmer Joel series 🚜 All of her work is amazing but this one is so fun and soooo hot! (Heed the warnings though if you choose to read) I'm biased because I got to hear about her writing process and contribute some of my own thots 🤭 But it's not only sexy af (just like her!) but scary too!!! Be sure to read the sequel too 😉 She's not only a talented writer but a wonderful human in general 🖤

Help I’m Stuck! By @nosesitter

Reader gets “stuck” in the dryer. Luckily her father in law Joel just so happens to find her and helps 😉 her. When I read this I finally got the whole “oh no I’m stuck!” sex scenario lmao I always found it kinda funny bc in porn they’d be stuck in ridiculous spots but this fic? Fucking hot as hell. I get it now 🤷🏻‍♀️

I can be your pretty girl by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Okay so I’m almost positive she is tired of me recc’ing & talking about this series lol it’s the hottest fucking fic ever. I genuinely am obsessed. It has everything. She deserves a Nobel peace prize for this idc idc.

A Secret Worth Keeping by @multiversed-daydreamer

Vamp Joel. I repeat Vamp. Joel. 🥵 and his vampirism is a secret and readers blood is his krptonite and she has to keep what they do hush hush. It’s so goddamn delicious 🤤

Fall into Temptation by @joelsgreys

Whew okay where do I start? Reader is the pastors daughter. Joel is Joel. 😏 they end up falling for each other and having a beautiful love affair. That has to be a secret bc her father would forbid it! Duh! It’s spicy, they have to sneak around to meet up with each other (again I am paraphrasing ish I don’t wanna spoil lol) and the religious tones in it? My baby is feeding me. This heals my religious trauma. Feeds my daddy issues and desire to fuck this old man.

Deliver Me From Nowhere by @atinylittlepain

It is beautifully written, touching a delicate topic with such care, it is truly an amazing work.

Just This Once by @talaok

Okay hear me out: this one brings the angst. The emotion. I felt so bad for reader, bby girl just wanted love. It tore me up inside. I had tears.

Self Indulgent Tendencies by @strang3lov3

So this was actually the first fic of Bugs I ever read. And. I. LOVED. IT. I’m trying not to spoil anything but long story short; Joel catches reader and fucks her to teach her a lesson. (I am extremely paraphrasing this lol) it still lives in my damn brain 🥵

Meet Me in the Back by @atticrissfinch

Sleazy gas station Joel. That’s it. That’s all. He is so sleazy and ugh I need his dick. And so does reader after she gets it. And she keeps coming. Back for more that is 😉

All You Wanna Do by @atticrissfinch

Now I am an angst queen. And boy this one is not for the weak. It is dark, please please please heed the warnings on this one. But personally I love this one. She has truly ripped my heart out, made my chest physically hurt. She invokes emotion so well.

No One But Me by @koshkamartell

This is a small blog's series that deserves to be promoted!

The Wrong Way by @romana-after-dark

Raider!Joel Miller and Raider!Tommy Miller x fem!Reader

Other P-boy Fics (in no specific order)

Dirty Uncle Ezra by @bonezone44

😏 yea I said it. Dirty Uncle Ezra. Hottest fucking concept I’ve ever heard. He’s so dirty and sleazy and ngh I’m already moaning. Also this beautiful human is an amazing artist so plz check out their art work 💜 (a note from Beefro: the fact that the age tag on this is 56+ made me laugh out loud)

Pascals Pursuit of Love! by @elvinaa (all the P-Boys!)

The innovation! It has all the P boys Bachelorette style. It’s so much like the show, it’s got twists and turns, there’s funny moments, cute moments. I look forward to each week aka each chapter lol I love it so much.

Apple by @romana-after-dark

Bisexual!Dark!Santiago Garcia, Bisexual!Dark!Frankie Morales, and Bisexual!Dark!William Miller x fem!Reader

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passionesolja · 8 months

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Okay but like I completely get why mfs like Ascended!Astarion and I understand on an logical level why a mf would choose it (it’s beneficial to him to not have to deal with the vampire setbacks) BUT I think that there’s a real bleakness to it like if Astarion ascends, he never truly starts to deal with Cazador—never heals, or starts to come to terms with it. Yes, he kills him and takes his power, but by nothing about Astarion’s personhood or mental outlook improves. He is literally going to become the Cazador to an future Astarion. We can see that with how off the rails he goes, like he doesn’t let Tav break up with him. We know that Astarion has psychopathic tendencies but mf straight up becomes one. Mf he calls Tav his “pet”. This man doesn’t “love” Tav once he becomes ascended, Tav is a possession—just like what he was to Cazador.

I also think that the mfs who think that Ascended!Astarion would just make Tav into a vampire are kinda forgetting what Astarion said about vampires. You know when he was like “in theory, the vampire lets you drink they’re blood and you’re equal but vampires are power hungry so why would they create more competition for themselves”. This man won’t even let Tav break up with him once he’s vampire godking. shawty, do you what you want idgaf it’s a game but Ascended!Astarion is not going to turn Tav into an vampire, and he doesn’t have enough personal growth to become the exception to the rule.

Like I’m not telling anybody how to play the game, idc. But outside of the lust of the player, it’s really a sad and horrific ending for his character. oh wow he’s sexy and all but he’s also a hollow shell of who he was and he’s going to create 100s of more Astarions but this time they won’t be able to escape.

And we know that Astarion won’t want another version of himself because he’ll always know that if he did Cazador in, the same could happen to him.

By assisting Astarion in Ascending, you’re creating the new Cazador who will most certainly treat his vampirespawns cruelly and just as terribly as Cazador treated him. Like Cazador wasn’t treated good by his vampire master either, let’s not forget that. All I’m saying is that like outside of the player thinking Astarion is hot as the ascended vampire, there’s really nothing hot or sexy about it.

I ain’t moralizing or preaching idgaf what you do but it’s strange to see mfs hate Cazador and then assist Astarion in becoming Cazador 2 all because they think he’s sexy that way. Like damn shawty you think Cazador ain’t have have hoes who enabled him too?

#bg3 astarion #bg3 #astarion #cazador szarr #Baldur’s gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 meta

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albertdabuttler · 2 years

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FaceTime? II | F.W.

MASTERLIST

fandom: Harry Potter

PART I - PART II - PART III

pairings: Fred Weasley x F!Reader

WARNINGS: shit ton of cursing again heh, HELLA FLUFF, smut, masturbating (m), phone sex? not really… voice kink, thats it ig

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep but then he sees how goddamn good you look and can’t help himself…

WC: 4.5k

A/N: PART TWO MFS, this is like the first time I’m very motivated to write. EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN DORMS.

Also, please let me know if I made any mistakes!! And I’m very happy to do requests!

gif by me but it looks so bad.. BUT FRED’S HOT SO ITS KINDA SEXY 🤪

NOT intended for minors under 16. But if you read it idc, I probably wouldn’t have cared if there was an age limit either 😭

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Fred had been plopped on his bed for the past hour, staring at his ceiling as he waited to get tired and finally fall asleep. He was a chronic insomniac and barely ever got his brain to shut off, thinking of all the stupid pranks he could pull or joke gadgets he could make.

A sigh came from him, turning over on his side and looking at the picture of you, himself, and George from the summer.

He caught himself staring a little too intensely at you.

You were so goddamn beautiful.

…

Well, it wasn’t a secret. You were probably one of the prettiest girls in the school and Fred knew that. Everyone did…

Although that didn’t mean that he liked you. He couldn’t. It would irrevocably fuck up your friendship and he’d never be able to live with that.

But he didn’t even try to stop his mind from wandering this time. He finally realized he liked you. For the longest time.

He remembered sitting down next to you at a Gryffindor party for a quidditch win and that you put your arm around him as you sipped your juice, later turning to him with a charmingly adorable smile and saying, with the most angelic voice,

“Hey, Freddie. You looked good out there today.”

Your faces were so close together and he would have sworn he felt something, the look in your eyes was telling him so much and it gave him enough butterflies that he could have thrown up flowers.

He was so determined on finally making a move now. He would either kiss you like a crazy dumbass who would probably get rejected brutally on the spot, or he’d tell you he loved you and and hoped you took it the way he meant it and reciprocated it, but if you made a weird face then he would say “as a friend though…” And he would be safe.

But at that moment, right before he could, some other dumb Gryffindor boy had called to talk to you and he couldn’t help but frown, jealousy overtaking him.

Goddammit!

Fred turned flat on his back. He needed to stop thinking about you.

What the fuck is my problem?

He thought, cringing at his creepy infatuation.

How could he not? You were really pretty…Rolling his eyes, he let himself think about you again. After all, he was alone.

He was sure you made fantasies about whatever stupid boy you liked too.

Turning his head to look at your picture again, he really admired you now. You were so funny, playful, you cared about him, you helped him with his dumb homework, and lord, you were hot as fuck.

Fred felt his breath hitch at the thought of you on top of him, using him as some sucker toy to get yourself off.

He quickly brushed away the thought and bit his lip hard to scold himself for thinking something so nasty.

Turning to his nightstand, he picked up his phone which had a silly picture of you and him as his background, and quickly texted you to get his mind off whatever the hell he was thinking.

F| you awake - 12:53

Fred’s mind trailed off to how soft your lips would feel against his, you putting your arms around his neck and tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck, his hands moving up and down your sides.

GODDAMMIT FRED, CHILL THE FUCK OUT!

Yeah.. At this point he was internally yelling at himself for all of these stupid thoughts.

He thought about spamming you to get up because he definitely couldn’t handle these kind of thoughts by himself if you didn’t reply.

F| bruh - 12:55

F| wake up i cant sleep - 12:55

F| HEY - 12:56

F| WAJE THE FUCK UO - 12:56

He sighed that you didn’t reply yet.

F| .. please - 12:57

F| please ;( - 12:57

A real frown drooped over his mouth as he turned his phone off and put it over his chest, his left hand behind his head as he stared at the ceiling again, trying to make his mind go blank.

There was a buzz and he immediately turned his phone back on, hoping and crossing all his fingers that it was you.

<3| what do you want - 12:57

He smiled at his phone and replied,

F| for you to wake up - 12:57

He mentally facepalmed.

For you to wake up? Seriously? What class of dumbass am I.

<3| well im awake now so what - 12:57

He played it cool and typed in his thoughts.

F| i cant stop thinking about you -

Fuck no. What?

Deleting his insane confession, he wrote and sent something simple.

F| i cant sleep and im bored as hell - 12:58

Keep it simple. Yeah… Godric, why was he overthinking?

<3| i know your goofy ass did not just wake me up because you cant fucking fall asleep - 12:58

Fred really didn’t like it when you were mad at him, so it only made sense for him to make a joke. Right…?

F| hold on, you mean my goofy and FAT AND LUCIOUS ASS, right? - 12:58

<3| im going to beat the fucking shit out of you tmr - 12:58

Fred smirked to himself, his heart skipping at the thought of you two “wrestling”, his smile dropped and he felt as if there was an actual fire burning its way from his inner chest up to his head.

Before he could have said some dumb shit like “I’d pay all my savings just so see you try, shortie ;)”, you replied.

<3| and its luscious* 🥱 - 12:58

Rolling his eyes, Fred smiled at his phone, you had a tendency to correct people, and although many found this annoying, he found it cute without realizing it.

<3| if you actually fuckinf studied basic english you’d probably know how to spell it, but your goofy - not fat and luscious - ass is too busy setting living human beings on fire - 12:59

His jaw dropped as he stared at his phone in awe, seeing as you had the audacity to bring up his academic failure and were accusing him of pranking people to hurt them.

F| FUCK YOU - 12:59

F| i prank people i dont hurt them 🙄 - 12:59

And yes, of course he noticed your hypocrisy.

F| also you misspelled fucking - 12:59

F| also yeah my ass is fat and luscious and all the girls want it - 12:59

Fred hadn’t even the slightest idea how that would work in making you jealous. It was clear to everyone at Hogwarts that he attracted many girls but it wasn’t enough for him.

None of them were you.

He wrote again before you could say something that could get to his head.

F| you just dont wanna say that bcs then that would mean you’ve actually looked at it and i know you’d absolutely hate to admit that ;)) - 1:00

No.. That winky face is too flirty.

F| also im not the goofy one here anymore, your silly swan looking ass face wants to fight me - 1:00

That definitely wasn’t true, Fred thought you were probably the prettiest girl in the universe but he didn’t want you to know he thought that. Or even think he did.

F| can you believe that shit 😹 - 1:00

He probably shouldn’t keep going…

F| you actually wanna fight someone who’s like twice your size, the fuck do you think you are - 1:01

That was so fucking harsh, it almost sounded like he was seriously being rude. What kind of dumbass says shit like that to the person they like?

<3| fred if you dont shut the fuck up and go to bed, im telling your mom you had a girl in your room. - 1:01

A frown found its way onto his lips, his eyebrows scrunching up in disappointment, he wanted to talk to you so fucking badly, how the hell can one screw that up?

This never happened before. It was so damn easy talking to you without overthinking a single word, but now it’s like he watches every last syllable that comes out of his mouth or is typed through his fingers, you were his best friend. This shit is supposed to be a breeze.

F| … okay im sorry :( - 1:01

An apology was probably the best way to go at the moment. He thought maybe you noticed his weird attitude too and just got sick of it and went to sleep, and that maybe that was why you left him on seen.

Throwing his phone next to him, he sighed loudly, covering his face with his hands and groaning.

What the hell was his problem? Why couldn’t Fred Gideon fucking Weasley talk to a girl? His best fucking friend for fucks sake?! This was supposed to be easy, taking in account his reputation with the ladies.

Maybe it was the fact that since this school year started, he hadn’t really dated anyone. Much less have intercourse. So there was a lot of internal tension in him.

But he didn’t want to. The thought of sex with anyone in this school or at all was disgusting to him. Even masturbating. Which was odd for Fred Weasley, and the fact that he was, well... A guy.

The only time in which is wasn’t so gross was when he thought of you.

Godric, that sounds so pervy.

But it was true. When he did think about it, it wasn’t like fucking.

It was more like…

Like making love.

To you…

Making you feel so good, pleasing you and stretching you out, feeling your soft bare skin against his and being so incredibly close to you that he wouldn’t ever want to let go.

The thought of you actually wanting to be with him the same way made his heart flutter.

It also made him a little horny.

Shifting position so he had his left hand over his tummy and his right behind his head, he turned to look at the empty spot next to him.

Godric, was he fucking lonely.

No one to keep him company at night.

Not for the past eight months.

Valentine’s day was coming up, and he had no one to spend it with.

Low chance on it being with you since he was an absolute pussy after the Gryffindor party, unless it was platonic.

He reached out to grab his phone and text you again.

F| hey im really sorry for waking you up and then acting like a douche - 1:03

F| i don’t wanna bother you but do you wanna facetime? - 1:04

F| talking to you is really nice - 1:04

He hesitated before sending his next message.

Fuck it.

F| thats why i always only text you and no one else, you actually make me feel better - 1:04

This was literally a direct confession that you were the only one who could make him feel better.

F| come onnnn - 1:04

He had to cut off the sentiments though.

F| bruh if you dont answer rn im telling cormac you have a big fat crush on him - 1:04

Knowing you absolutely despised Cormac was the reasoning behind why he said that.

<3| fuck you - 1:05

He smiled.

F| i mean… - 1:05

F| if you really want to then i guess i can make an arrangement. - 1:05

Damn, I have to lay off the flirting.

The next moment, he saw his face through the camera, his eyes widening as he realized you were actually calling him.

His heart rate quickened as he fumbled to fix his hair and tried to click the answer button but his thumb kept missing it.

Turning to his right side facing his nightstand, he stuffed his left under his face as he finally got it and clicked the answer button, keeping a straight face, yours popping up with an annoyed expression.

You snorted and he had to smile, trying his hardest not to give in until you sent him a smolder, his lips curling up into a wide grin as he tried not to laugh.

“You’re so dumb” he couldn’t help but keep smiling, he knew you knew he wasn’t being serious when he said that, you two would only ever say it to each other when you were goofing around.

“Oh I’m dumb? Says the one who needs his favorite person to fall asleep and can’t spell ‘luscious’.” you scoffed sarcastically but smiled back at him.

“You think you’re my favorite person? Getting cocky are we?” he smirked, challenging you.

“Yeah, am I not?” you asked.

His smirk grew wider, yes you were his absolute favorite and nothing or no one could ever change his mind, but he couldn’t tell you that.

“Yeah, you’re one of my favorites.”

He heard you chuckle and thought it was the cutest sound to come out of you.

The hottest sounds would be the ones where he’s on top of you.

“What are you doing on Friday? Wanna go to Hogsmead?” you asked.

“Yeah sure, I’ve got a prank to play on Snape so you’ve gotta come with me to that first, you’re my lucky charm.” he answered.

He internally cringed, that was the cheesiest thing he’s ever said in his whole entire life.

“That sounds… Not so platonic, Fred. What are you implying?” you joked.

His palms got sweaty as this was probably one of the first times you took something in the way he meant it.

Romantically.

“Oh, shut up.” he scoffed, “You know that’s not what I meant.” he was definitely lying.

“You’re just fun to have around.”

“Just fun? You don’t love me?” you pouted and his heart only melted.

He hesitated, of course he loved you, it was just hard for him to tell you since he meant it in more than a platonic way.

“…Well when you put it like that…” he said it in a silly voice.

You threw your head back in laughter and he couldn’t help but giggle.

Merlin, she’s so adorable.

You kept on laughing and he admired you, you were so fucking perfect, everything a guy would want and more.

His head would spin whenever you’d lean onto him on the common room sofa.

Your perfume was intoxicating and it was hard for him to look you straight in the eyes for more than five seconds before his mind went into the gutter. Your smile was probably his favorite feature since he was so good at bringing it out.

He looked at you and saw that your mind was somewhere else, you lightly shook your head a couple of times and he knew you came back.

But he noticed your eyes moving lower on the screen.

She’s checking me out, huh.

Your smile faded and there was a slight crease in between your eyebrows.

Smirking to himself, a light pink dusted his cheeks, the thought of you looking at him in that particular way made his self esteem higher, but he didn’t get too cocky. It was possible you were thinking of something else, which he thought was most likely the case, but he couldn’t stop thinking about things.

You blinked a couple of times.

“So….” you said.

“So?” he repeated, he still had the smile on his face.

His eyes squinted, he recognized the shirt you were wearing.

“Um I was-“

“Wait is that that stupid old shirt George got you for Christmas 5th year?” he interrupted, although he didn’t mean to.

You chuckled again, “Yeah.”

As you stretched your arms out to show him, it was so incredibly difficult for him not to notice your cleavage. Or your hard nipples.

The shirt was oversized but it was close enough to your skin to show that.

Fred swallowed, he felt his pants tighten but tried to ignore it and avoid the filthy thoughts that were flooding into his brain right now.

“Wow, I can’t believe it still fits you.” he chuckled nervously and you followed with a chuckle too.

“I mean it’s only been about two years, not like I’ve grown that much since then. Plus, George got it like two sizes too big.” you laughed.

He smiled at your laugh, he’d never get enough of it.

“You know, I had the perfect gift for you but I lost it two days before Christmas that year. I think someone stole it and I was so sad that I couldn’t give it to you.” he said.

You had a sweet smile, “Awh. What was it?”

Now he regretted telling you.

“I’m not telling you.” he smirked.

“Bruh come on. You lost it so just tell me, it’s not like you’re going to die if you do.”

He inhaled sharply, “Yeah well I don’t want to. If it’s such a pain in your ass then I’ll tell you this, it was an inside joke from third year.” He was lying for most of it.

“Wait lemme think…” you looked up, bit your lip and were so focused, it was so hot and Fred was using all his will power to compose himself as he felt his pants get even tighter.

“Ah! I know! Was it the time you and I snuck off in the middle of the night and caught Snape reading that really cheesy poem out loud? I forgot what it was about but I remember it was really funny. You wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.” you guessed.

“No, that’s not it. Not even close.” he said.

It was actually a necklace made of pure platinum, a thin chain with a little heart shaped locket that had a picture of you, him and George from when you were little.

Around the locket was a ton of other little charms made from tiny rubies, emeralds, diamonds, all the expensive shit you could think of.

One of them was in the shape of a crow, made from obsidian. That was the inside joke from third year.

It was when a crow landed on your fucking head and Fred laughed his ass off while you screamed if fear and agony.

So not only did it have current value, but it had an emotional value and you’d guess the joke counts too.

But he thought it was too “unfriendly” so he just gave you a black leather bracelet like the ones that him and George had that matched.

He still has that necklace, it was never stolen.

“I have no idea then.” you said.

Looking at you, he smiled. He was starting to get pretty hard but he was a fucking professional at hiding it.

Fred noticed how you looked away, “Look at me.”

He slipped his hand out from under his face and moved it down to his pants.

His dick was throbbing and he hadn’t touched it in months. The tip was already sticky and he tried so hard not to palm himself, so he gripped the bottom of his shirt until his knuckles turned white.

Smirking at his own thoughts and also at you, he could tell you were nervous.

Maybe you did like him.

“What” you said when you turned to him.

“Let’s have a staring contest.” he said.

Fred was definitely the type to love eye contact during sex.

“That’s dumb.” you said.

“You’re dumb.” he retorted.

“No, I actually study. You spend all your time making jokes and pranking people and you never study. You always only study with me and I literally do like 80% of the w-“

He cut you off at the stupid argument you were trying to make.

“Just stop talking,” he said with a small giggle as he kept looking at you with his smile.

You both sighed.

“Damn okay.” you said.

Fred kept a small smile but couldn’t fucking take it any longer and he needed relief.

Squirming. he slipped his hand into his pants, wrapping his hand all the way around the base of his cock and squeezing.

He chewed the inside of his lip at the feeling, slowly starting to drag his hand up and down.

Fred saw that you looked away and his eyebrows knotted as he mouthed a “fuck me please.”

But his expression went back to how it was before as your eyes moved across the screen again.

Moving his hand with a rough movement, his eyes almost closed shut in pleasure, but he needed to see you.

“If you’re about to fall asleep then we can just talk tomorrow. Unless—you’re sure… you wanna stay on call…?” you asked him.

His hand moved back up as he brushed his thumb over the tip. He almost groaned when he tried to reply.

“M-Yeah…” He sighed and his eyes fluttered shut at the tender feeling between his thighs.

“You look like you’re on the verge of falling asleep into oblivion, Freddie.” he heard you giggle.

The way you said his name had him in a trance. Your voice, it was so hot, the pitch was perfect and he could only imagine what it would sound like if he was ramming the soul out of you.

All the pretty sounds you’d make.

Fuck.

With his hand starting to pick up his pace just a little bit, his eyes rolled back at the incredible feeling.

This felt so good with you basically watching.

He turned his head into his pillow and let out a groan that he hoped wasn’t too audible by you.

His hand wasn’t moving fast enough to get him off and it was excruciating.

A small cry came from him as he turned back to look at you, eyebrows furrowed, hooded watery eyes, and his mouth slightly open like he was about to spill his soul out.

“I-I’m gonna go to bed.” he choked out, lying.

He needed to finish so badly and just couldn’t go fast enough with you watching, for you’d probably notice the movement in his arm and he would lose his shit if you told him you knew what he was doing.

An expression of sadness spread across your face and it just turned him on even more. “Oh, okay, goodnight then, I love you.”

Holy fucking shit.

He had absolutely no choice but to say it back.

His face was so red and he knew it, and he knew that you knew it, which only made it worse.

“I love you too…” A sigh fell from his lips at another rough stroke, “So much.”

His face scrunched up at the almost pain in his cock since he wasn’t going quick enough.

He heard the hang up tone but double checked that you weren’t still there as he let out a loud groan.

“Fuuuuuck….” he dragged out.

Taking his hand off his dick, he pulled off his pants in order to make it easier for himself.

As soon as he got them off, he laid on his back and his hand immediately went back to his throbbing piece.

He started moving his hand up and down, a tight grip with his pace only getting faster by the minute. His thoughts were flooded with you.

This is her hand, not mine.

The affirmation only helped him get closer to the edge. His thumb moved to brush over the tip again, picturing your pretty lips wrapped around him and your soft tongue swirling on his tip as you looked at him with innocent eyes.

No doubt, Fred felt really fucking guilty for touching himself at the thought of you.

He couldn’t help himself though.

Heavy breathing started to make its appearance, his head turned to the picture on his nightstand.

He sighed again heavily, picking up his pace as he felt the knot starting to form in his stomach.

“Godric, I want you so bad.” he whispered. No one could hear him but he couldn’t keep it in. His eyes fluttered shut again, throwing his head back as he felt himself almost getting there.

A buzz came from his phone.

It slightly distracted him but he needed to cum.

The room began getting too hot, he sat up, taking his hand off his cock again and tugging off his shirt. The cool air of the room giving him a more relaxing feeling since his skin was already starting to glisten with sweat.

He stayed sitting up and propped himself up on his left hand, leaning on it in order not to fall back.

He grabbed his cock again and started pumping, his head hanging back once again.

“Fuck.”

Your name started spilling from his mouth as he was nearing climax, his breaths were heavy and his eyebrows knitted together, he felt the coil snap as his mouth fell open and he let out a groan, his cum squirting out and spilling all over his fingers and his stomach.

He continued to stroke himself to ride out his high, a hard bite onto his lips at the extraordinary feeling of an orgasm after about five months without one.

He plopped onto his back again, a sigh of guilt coming from him.

he put his sticky-free hand behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

Jerking off wasn’t enough.

He needed you.

The buzzing of his phone scared him shitless as he quickly grabbed it to see who the fuck was calling him.

You.

“HOLY FUCK!” he yelled, almost smacking his mouth with his jizz-covered hand but was quick enough to stop it.

He laid back down, making sure the spot on his stomach with all his semen was out if view of the camera. And his hand too.

He picked up, “Yeah?”

“Are you okay, Freddie?” you said, his heart skipped at the nickname.

“Uhm…” he licked his lips and looked at his hand, cock, and belly, which were covered in the white substance. He kind of… played with it, while he thought of what to say.

“…Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a long and… stressful day with… uh, grades.” Fred looked back up at you, his hand still messing with his jizz while he waited for you to say whatever you needed to say.

“Erm okay well… Goodnight then I guess… See you at breakfast.”

He could tell there was something wrong but he didn’t want to say anything so he chuckled and replied, “Goodnight then, love.”

You hung up and he let out a sigh of relief, standing up to get a warm wet towel and clean himself up.

When he was done, he came back and got in his sheets again, hair hair still sticking to his forehead from sweat.

Another buzz coming from his phone.

<3| can i go to your room? - 1:37

His heart stopped, thinking of all the things you two could do.

It started beating again at a superhuman pace after he replied.

F| of course, love - 1:37

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