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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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if you would all allow me to be delusional for a moment - so i went back to staring Very Hard at the neighborhood map and. um. well. im chucking my marbles out the window! as always take all of this with a Hefty grain of salt!

i thought i saw a weird pixel in Frank's window so i zoomed in. then i took a screenshot, and fucked with the contrast/brightness settings. and uhhhhhh

UHHHHHH

FRANK??? HELLO???? HE'S IN THERE? i'm pretty sure im Not seeing things bc that is definitely a vague gray tube-outline with a yellow spot in the shape of Frank's nose. hidden in the dark. and i might be seeing things but in the pane next to his face it kinda looks like his hand is on the window? but! Frank's in there! what the fuck!

so naturally i slowly scrolled through the neighborhood Zoomed The Fuck In. obvi there's nothing in Home's eyes, and Barnaby's & Sally's single visible windows(?) are closed. I couldn't find any out-of-place pixels in Julie's or Poppy's.

but! Eddie's kinda freaked me out a little! look at this shit!

on the top left pane... are those fingerprints pressing into the glass? and in the lower left, is that a fucking Face peering out? a creepy ass face that almost looks like some sort of mask? there seems to be another Shape in the upper right... another face perhaps?

and then there's the weird window shine in the lower right (along with maybe Another face...). it almost looks like a string of letters. there isn't a single pattern/design like that anywhere else in the neighborhood. what's up with that....

oh and also, just went back to double check the post office's display window

there seems to be another face - all the way to the right in the darkness. judging by the shape of the paler (yellowish?) pixels between what must be eyes, i think that's Eddie. and i think i see ears and a hat... not sure though. this one is really tough to see but it's There

(side note: Eddie is totally fucked, isn't he? between the faces(?) and hands behind his door, Home sitting in his display, and the hyacinths by his building, the emphasis on his memory (or lack-thereof) in a project that is, in a sense, About memory... i'm concerned! and eating it tf up! hell yeah lets get funky!)

now i couldn't see any, like, concrete Faces or anything in Howdy's store. but! you can kinda see inside! observe~

in the big open window, you can kinda make out some sort of container on a counter and what might be shelves or a kind of brick pattern. and then above the 100% sign... hold on are those fuckign Eyes? lets take a look zoomed in & without the image adjustments!

yeah those uh. i think those are eyes. Wally-esque eyes peering out of the darkness. though they also mildly remind me of eyespots on insect wings. butterfly eyespots, perhaps. inch resting indeed...

WAIT I LIED!!! there DOES seem to be another string of letter-like symbols in the neighborhood, not just the post office's window shine. now it could be just a wild coincidence, but at the same time it seems kind of... purposeful. like that's not normal shading/coloring.

check out the blue window border on Howdy's Place, next to the apples. the lighter blue pixels seem Arranged. i think i see a clear N, and either an R or a P... along with some other symbols that i don't recognize as anything. the lower ones look kinda like faces? what could the top one be? is any of it anything or am i looking too hard?

in short: they're watching us watch them and there's way more to the map than initially meets the eye....

(edit: i've added a reblog w/ the images outlined! badly outlined but a clearer View of what i see nonetheless! + some notes on more little things outlining helped me notice)

#throttling my laptop WHAT DOES IT MEAN??? WHAT DOES IT MEANNNNNNN #got a little spooked there ngl....#noticing the faces(?) in eddie's gave me a lil startle. got a little chill up my spine #I LOVE IT!#im gonna be reeling over this all night....#the implications! the arising questions!! the Choices!!!#frank and eddie being the only ones with their faces in their windows (plus a couple extra)#eddie and howdy having letters/symbols(?) on their buildings #THE EYES IN HOWDY'S STORE!!!#i feel like these are important misplaced pieces of a puzzle i havent even opened yet #god and like. tiny home in eddie's window yeah but that With the eyes in howdy's store?#both buildings - both Stores! - seeming to have hidden letters on them??? WHAT DOES IT MEANNNN #of course i could be just plain insane and seeing things #but some of it.... ough i dont think i am fellas #welcome home speculation #wh speculation #homebogging #ive been meaning to Examine the updated map.... not much Changed or caught my attention but a few things did #why does barnaby have a carton of milk outside his house? something to do with the phrase 'no use crying over spilled milk'?#the flower patch behind julie's house is Oddly green.... kinda reminds me of a body dump #that plus the red thing next to the bowling ball (a ribbon? scissors? something else?) makes me Suspicious #along with a mildly delusional Theory i've had since my first good Examining Of The Map (before the update!)#but thats not what this post is about #theres just. theres interesting things in there!#thank you for reading! i need to go Think about this all....#im feeling the urge to up the contrast/brightness of Every Single Slightly Dark image on the site <3

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shidouryusm · 7 months

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Good morning everyone. How are we doing today? :’)

#I was scrolling through instagrams and my explore page is filled with teenage gojo reels #this made me cry again in the morning #my jjk fan friends are all pissed off at the new chapter #im about to have breakfast and literally study the whole day #it’s jjk Thursday #but Im gonna take a 2 week break to get over my pain #and my midterms #how was everyone else’s day or night?#sams.shits

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mystellenia · 1 month

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giving ellie a hoodie full of kisses ୨ৎ

summary: you paint a hoodie with kisses for ellie, and the gesture flusters her.

content: nothing much, just ellie being shy

notes: answer to this req!! i'm trying a new format of posts. sometimes i see people do not quite hcs but also not quite a normal, paragraph-formatted fic. its this in between of bullet points????? idk lemme know if yall like it

(wc 0.6 k)

after spending an hour on painting your lips and pressing them to the cloth of the hoodie you'd gotten for ellie, you sat back and examined your work

you had to admit: the hoodie looked beautiful. but! you did not!!!! your lips were stained red from the paint, your back hurt from hunching over to kiss the hoodie, and you'd probably ingested about an ounce of red40!!! (i know red 40 is in food but let me be silly)

after washing the paint that had gotten on your skin off in the sink, you ironed the sweatshirt to seal the paint in (don't ask me how that works bc idk i just saw it on tiktok like 10 mins ago)

and now we wait for ellie to come home!!

when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them. one day she's gonna take a step and they're gonna turn into a cloud of dust i swear

anyway you're sitting on the couch with your phone in your lap, the painted sweatshirt folded into a square with the kisses hidden inside. she walks towards you and gives you a lil kissy kiss on the forehead like hiiii

you get all smiley because you're excited for her to see the sweatshirt and she gets all suspish.... like what's so funny....

sooooooo.... you tell her you made her something and unfold the hoodie and hold it up to your body so she can see the full thing. and she would soooo get all beet red, like, "...you made this for me?"

and you're like "yes of course do you like it queen" then she gets over the like flusteredness (????(actually i revoke my ???? bc i just made that a word)) and gets so happi like yayyy!!!!

then she looks all confused at your lips and is like "is that why your lips look so severely chapped and red?"

and you get mad so you take away kiss privileges so she does the only reasonable thing which is putting you in a headlock to force kiss you

would definitely immediately put it on and go look in the mirror at her with it on. she'll start geeking and thank you and all that jazz

she would wear that shit 24/7. sleeping working showering shitting ANYWHERE best believe she has that hoodie on. and you tell her its been like 2 weeks of her wearing it nonstop so she needs to wash it but she refuses bc she doesn't want the kisses to start fading. u wash it anyway bc its dirty and she cold shoulders you for about 30 mins before she sees some dumb reel she just has to show you (me fr).

i feel like she's a hot sleeper--like she gets too hot at night to wear the hoodie but she still wants it so she'll just hold it as a baby blanket of sorts and Whatnot.

wait very unrelated but does anyone have a baby blanket that they've had for so long its like basically just threads thats so funny

but overall she loves it. she likes to kiss the kiss prints you made on the sweatshirt bc it's "like kissing you."

there was one time she couldn't find it for like 2 days (because you'd washed it since she never does) and she tried to act all nonchalant and unaffected like she wasn't about to start tweaking and like twitching

then you gave it to her all calm because it was literally just in the wash and she was like "what😨😨😨 where did you find it😨😨😨" and you just tell her it was in the wash and shes like "oh that makes sense"

pls im so sorry. before i say anything i would like to formally apologize to the anon who submitted the ask for this bc this is so shit. you ask me for a product and this is how i repay you!! shame on me. please dilly dally on over to my asks and ask me something else so i can actually, i don't know, do a good job!! this ask was cute tho u ate with that

@picklesarenice69

wow i very strongly dislike this format so much this is the first and last time i will be doing this!!! i’m only posting this bc its been like a week since i last posted and the citizens will soon revolt, which the city's defenses cannot afford!! we're about to run out of wheat like times are getting tough. maybe i should just try just headcanons 🤔

can you tell i was fighting demons to not make this my normal vocab and format. like just look at this sentence and how it progresses: "when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them." the way that sentence progresses is just the silly demons taking over and also my coping mechanism for grimacing at how much i didnt mesh with this format

like i just couldnt take myself seriously. "yes of course do you like it queen" HELLO??? WHY DID I TYPE THAT but i will not be fixing and/or deleting it bc its making me giggle

dont get me wrong some of you ladies chew it up but i am made for unreasonably long and time consuming fics!!! i’m getting heated too bc not only is this so short and quick to do but it also takes less focus and brain power and ofc i had to make things hard for myself and hate it!!! i’m soooooooooooo silly

click here!! oh and here too!! ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶

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edit: wait i would like to clarify that i just hate this because perhaps i’m not used to it. if you guys like this maybe i'll do more bc i follow the clout always 💯

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killishin · 1 month

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JEALOUS

pairing : damian x reader

warning : some jealousy

category : fluff

author's note : okay my exams are over ( for now ) and im writing after like a year so if there's any mistakes , forgive me. Also first time writing damian , or any dc chara so sorry if there's anything wrong. enjoy :)

parties , gathering were never your place and neither his. the league had decided to have a gathering of all heroes and as much as you would rather be in your room sleeping , there's free food here.

that's the reason you tell everyone.

If you were being honest , you still weren't gonna come but a certain recent argument with Damian , your oh so understanding boyfriend , had you in a mood of mischief. You wanted to do something to annoy him , as childish as it sounds for someone who has the status of hero , you just had to.

Initially both of you had decided not to go but then just today morning you told him you were going. you laugh when you remember the disbelief that was on his face.

" Fine. Go. " was all he said back then and you thought that would be it. He would be sulking away in his own solitude.

But he came , with that same brooding face which for a moment melted away when he met your eyes , when he saw you looking absolutely gorgeous , but it was quickly replaced by a scowl when he saw you smirking.

You knew how much he hated crowds so having him go through one was utmost peak revenge.

( he has a huge soft spot for you but he wasn't gonna concede so easily. )

He saw you the whole night talking away , laughing with your friends and the strangers that approached you. He saw how everyone hung onto every word you said and get lost in the spark in your eyes , just like he did.

" Trouble in paradise?" Jon said and smirked when Damian ignored him. Jon saw how he was glaring daggers on the people talking to you.

It was simply comical to him how big of a hold you have on Damian. So he decided to just tease. just a little.

" Oh boy did you see the way the guy laughed?? He's totally trying on her. Is it just me or is he inching towards her?? Man you gotta do something or he'll take awa-"

And that was enough to set off Damian as put down his glass on the bar and went striding off to where you were , leaving Jon smirking wide.

You were enjoying your conversation with the new people you met , but you can't lie it was getting tiring now. Your social battery was running out and maybe right now all you need is a quiet corner and him. Just the bliss of his presence.

And thankfully, you were rescued.

Damian came right in the middle of the conversation, put his hand on your lower back gently before looking at everyone else with his usual glare, although you swear you could see the anger in his eyes.

" I apologise but we need to be somewhere. " He said and started directing you away from the crowd but he stopped in between and glanced back at the guy who was hitting on you.

" Back off , 's all I'll say." His voice held a warning that only an idiot would miss and your eyes slightly widened at his outburst.

But when your eyes met with Jon who was reeling from the scenario , you joined the dots.

( OH JACKPOT )

Damian directed you in a quiet corner outside , away from prying eyes and voices. He let go of you and looked off in a distance , his brows furrowed and his upset eyes looking anywhere else but you.

maybe this was too much.

You realised in your childishness you may have actually upset your man.

You gently pulled him by his arm and made him look at you. It was like a little angry puppy looking at you and you could just die from the cuteness aggression.

" Are you mad at me?" you asked with a small smile. He scoffed and looked away again.

" No why would i be?"

" Cause you were jealous."

" I was not. "

" I never took you for the jealous type you know."

" I said i was not jealous."

You laughed and gently held his face in your hands. aww now he really looks like a puppy.

" I'm sorry if i upset you. It wasn't my intention to make you jealous."

" But it was your intention to come to the party."

" That. "

You laughed guiltily and wrapped your arms around his neck.

" Okay yeah obviously that was my intention. But you weren't talking to me at all during missions , and it just made me a bit.... annoyed. So i had to do something to make you talk." you justified, knowing you could have just maturely had a conversation with him about the argument in private.

" ....And annoy you."

you looked down in guilt but then you heard him laughing heartily. You looked up in surprise. The sight not only rare , but it melts you away. It was the most cutest thing ever , the way his face lit up , the way his lips stay in a beautiful smile.

He took a hold of your chin and pulled you close.

" If you wanted attention, "

He kissed your lips slow , his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands went from your chin to your hips , pulling you even more close. You could sense the hint of sass coming as he teased you by gently nibbling on your lower lip. He pulled away , looking at your lips , then your eyes and that shit eating grin on his face.

" You could have just asked. "

reblogs and likes are appreciated :)

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x y/n #dc x you #dc x reader #batfam x reader #batfam x you

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stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months

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domestic jason hcs? >:)

(this ask feels self-indulgent but i was VERY inspired by this one buff dude i saw on insta reels baking in a not-so-sexual way but like women in the comments are down bad and i cant really describe it im so sorry 😭)

imagine waking up to jason baking something (doesnt have to be anything could just be bread). you wanna help but the only instructions he gives you is to sit pretty, wearing his shirt and all. everytime he moves around the kitchen, he give u a lil peck on the lips if hes close enough to you. youre just sitting pretty like he asked, watching this man work and looking a little love struck cuz all you wanna do is pull him down and give him the fattest kiss for being so husband material

(dude, im yearning so much. thank u for writing a lot for jason 💞 ALSO ive seen u around in the cod tag so another thanks for ur fics there too 💞)

I’m sticking with the prompt cause I had unholy thoughts. An thank you! I appreciate your appreciation for my works ✨

This may be the tiniest bit suggestive 🌝

Time Written - 5:51 a.m

Baking at an early hour was somewhat new for Jason.

Baking at an early hour after an intense ending to an incredible date night was incredibly new for Jason.

His hands were occupied with an intriguing scene of soft dough and hard, rich yellow butter on a marble countertop. His muscles at work folding in the pockets of butter into the dough, pressing it with the heels of his palms.

“Morning, mama.” His morning voice held that early rasp in his tone that tickled you just right. You reciprocated his greeting as you walk into the kitchen, dressed in one of his shirts he aggressively yanked off the night before.

There he stood in grey sweatpants. Baking something delectable for seemingly no reason.

“What’s the occasion?” You question as you approach the counter, admiring his bed rugged hair adding onto his every attractive appearance.

“Cloudy outside, which means baking time.”

“Baking time?” The slightest glance at your cheeky little grin made him amusingly scoff.

“Baked goods,” he clarified with a head gesture behind him. “Coffee’s ready for ya, babe.”

Soon, the kitchen will flood with the warm aroma of browning butter and cooking sugar, invading throughout your home for a very long evening. Neighbors will get jealous over the smell of bakery air, hopefully helping them ignore the noises prior to the other night.

It was quite a sight to watch, his muscles flexing with a focused flare along his brow. You almost didn’t hear his insistence the second time towards the cinnamon coffee waiting in the pot for you.

“Gonna stick around? You’ll get first glance at what I’m making.”

“Which is?” You pry, watching him approach the sink to wash his hands.

“Crossiants,” he admits after drying his hands, giving the tip of your nose a peck. “With chocolate.”

“Look at you, my man’s a baker.” You smile while leaning against the counter, feeling your heart throb romantically from his chaste kisses.

“Not what you expected, huh?”

“What, my Red Hood busting skulls and baking? So many single moms would chase after you if they could.”

That comment has him unexpectedly laugh. Not the worst thing he’s been told, so he’ll take it. Poor single mothers, too bad he’s already taken.

“I thought you meant the chocolate would be inside?” You ask after peeking at the dough he wrapped up in cling wrap.

“No,” He shakes his head. “See, I thought that, but I like the idea of dipping them into melted chocolate a whole lot better.”

“Where’d you get the inspiration?”

“France,” he amusingly huffs with a shrug after approaching to take the packet you handed to him. “Thanks baby. Where else?”

He slips the packet of buttered dough into the fridge before turning towards the stove, almost running into you as you beat him to it, peering into a saucepan full of melted chocolate.

“Hey, hey.” Cool, clean hands gently grasped hold of your shoulders, gently nudging you away from his little workspace. “Easy on those eyes, almost knocked you into an accident.”

“Need some help with anything?” You offer, reminding him of when he used to ask his mother the same question. Happy little memories that brought embers of warmth in his heart.

“You can be of huge help,” He begins, calloused hands grazing down along your fingerprint shaped bruised hips before hoisting you up in his arms like a little doll.

“By sitting pretty, an’ letting me work.”

He plops you down on a stool he pulled out from the island counter, giving you a perfect little spot to watch him work. You slouch after he turns away, watching him return to his little objective on the stove.

“You just melt chocolate in the pan like that?”

“Sorta,” Jason tilts his head after grabbing a spoon, stirring the smooth, ganache-like chocolate concoction around. “France’s version of hot chocolate. Some milk, cream, a little sugar.”

You hum as a response, watching the muscles along the back of his left shoulder move as he enacts upon such a simple, minor task. Jason probably said something else, along the lines of not wanting such a beautiful body of chocolate boil on the stove, but it wasn’t much of your concern as it was his.

Maybe your main concern was how exactly did the scratches you left along his back didn’t break skin, clinging onto him for dear life as they flexed along your greedy palms.

He probably knew that, he was hiding a smile for all you could tell if you paid any attention.

“My girl want a taste?” He offers, his real gaze snapping your mind back into reality. You nod, anxiously sitting up in your seat.

He spoons warm, melted chocolate on the top of your tongue, watching it dribble down your bottom lip. The pink of your little tongue swiped up the remnants, all for Jason’s adoring gaze to witness.

Your reaction varies upon the subtle lack of sweetness from the chocolate.

“It’s not that sweet. Is it dark—?”

Your words are stolen when he kisses you, cradling your face within his two warm hands after carelessly setting down the spoon.

His heavy lidded gaze meets yours after breaking off the kiss, his cheeks flushed with affectionate warmth.

“Don’t know,” his glistening lips curve upwards after licking his lips. “Tastes pretty sweet to me.”

He turns away, as if he hadn’t committed such a crime in the first place.

You’re left watching once again, anxious nerves preventing you from sitting still. Fidgety fingers lingering in your lap, grasping along the lower hem of your shirt.

“Also coffee,” Jason pitches as if he forgot. “Added a little espresso to enhance the taste. You, uh… never got your coffee, babe.”

Oh. Right. The first thing he told you when you came in.

“Sorry,” you sheepishly admit, slightly shifting your hips whilst on the stool. “Got a little distracted.”

He chuckles, not even needing a detective’s mindset to understand fully why. “Did you now?”

Not giving you a chance to answer, Jason sets the saucepan off the burner before turning full attention towards you. Swooping you off the stool you sat, hoisting you ontop of a warm, clean counter.

His torso pressed against yours, keeping you comfortably confined between a marble surface and a hard place. His hands caress along your torso, thumbs trickling over your stiff nipples through your shirt, still sore from his teeth marks.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbles against the shell of your ear. His lips press against your neck as you swallow, kissing down along your collarbone. “Figured you’d have stayed sleeping in ‘till I was done here. Guessin’ last night wasn’t enough for you?”

“Your fault for putting on a show.” You whisper, hooking your legs the best you could around his broad waist.

He chuckles against your neck, his excitement as palpable as his pearly smile expressed. “Your fault for watchin’, mama.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #dc jason todd #jason todd x y/n #there’s no unique reason I chose crossiants #just sounded fun 🌝#when the post nut clarity so strong you gotta bake your girl some goods #gotham knights jason todd #jason todd x #jason todd dc #don’t hate me

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madelynraemunson · 22 days

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i neeeed you to hear me out on this one okay. okay okay so the song is casual by chappell roan and its about like being super intimate w a guy but he still tells his friends you're just a casual fuck. like some of the lyrics are "i've heard so many rumors that i'm just a girl that you bang on your couch" and "knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?" so like. eddie munson. angst. and reader whos fed up with him being so cocky to his friends ab how he gets her off while he brushes her off. PLEASE hear me out 🫣

IM HEARING YOU ALL THE WAY OUT 😩😩🗣️

(as someone who dated a literal INCEL in high school who was charismatic to all and manipulative to none but me this fucking triggered me. i see you boo)

CW: misogynist behavior, adult themes, 18+ minors DNI

eddie sweetie, this isn't you :( but without further a due...

"If you have to go around telling people that you're a good person, you probably aren’t a good person."

incel!asshole!modern!eddie x fem!innocent!reader

WC: 1.3k words | part two here

Ever since you became exclusive with the ‘Town Freak’, your friends have constantly been ripping your ass a new one.

They were all so wrong about Eddie Munson. Because beneath the rugged, edgy persona he likes to put on every day (spewing his ‘Abolish-The-Status-Quo’ Manifesto atop an unsteady table in the cafeteria) lies a woman-worshipping gentleman, a soft, romantic, misunderstood love-sick puppy who would do just about anything to know you like the back of his hand.

Your dream boy.

"No one ever wants to date the nice guy," Eddie would say to you, alluding to himself. You’d constantly deny his claim. “But the jocks? The rabbits in band? The chess club dweebs? Oh yeah, without a doubt. Anyone but the freak."

It all made you think Eddie was created perfectly for you. That there was some sort of invisible string in the halls of Hawkins High, waiting for just the right moment to pull you two together. And when you two kissed that one day after detention, his hands snaked gently around your waist behind the rusty, faded bleachers out by the stadium, it felt like a match made in heaven.

“You gonna be my girl?” Eddie grinned into you, stroking your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Mine and mine only?”

“Yours,” you whispered breathlessly to him before reeling him in for another blissful peck.

And soon, lonely afternoons in study hall turned into D&D campaigns with him and his friends. Mundane weekend errands turned into fishing trips with him and Wayne. And soon quiet, anxious car rides became karaoke and head-banging sessions. Once aimless and confused, lost in the melody of life, suddenly all the love songs were about Eddie. You finally found the one.

It all leads you to believe your friends were just jealous of you. True friends would be over the moon.

This afternoon you had a surprise for Eddie. Just last week, you lost your virginity to him and were still swooning over how caring and tender he was with you. Surely, that is the bare minimum for a guy, but the bare minimum is so hard to come by nowadays. Cookies for Discord night with his friends was the least you can do to show how much you appreciate your boyfriend.

After extracurriculars, you rush home to get the oven going, throwing down in the kitchen to make the best snickerdoodles Eddie will ever have. And after one last look in the mirror, fixing your flirty skirt and your plump glossy lips, you set off to Forrest Hills Trailer Park.

Eddie has his headset on so he doesn’t hear your multiple knocks at the door. You knew he would be home though, dude’s got nowhere else to be on a Friday night. Eventually, you decide to hobble out back, looking through one of the windows by the kitchen that he always cracked open just so he doesn’t hotbox the place.

“I’m right behind you, right behind you!” Eddie warns his friends as he nears them in the game. “Gonna need some backup from Gareth the Great.”

Since he’s focused on his electronics, you decide to shoot him a text message. Hopefully then he’ll come to the door.

Hi baby 💕 I brought you some homemade snickerdoodles :)

You can’t help but smile when you hear your custom text-tone go off. But, to your surprise, you watch as Eddie turns a blind eye, chucking his phone onto the nearby couch instead of answering your text.

What the fuck?

"Ugh. She's texting me again," your boyfriend grumbles to the boys as he proceeds with the game. "She's kinda annoying, to be honest. Gonna wait a while before I respond.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Pressing your ear against the mesh blinds that separated you two from each other, you decide to listen in for a while longer.

“Don’t you think you’re stringing her along, Eds?”

Yeah, don’t you think? you think to yourself.

“Yeah, but… free pink,” Eddie sneers with a tsk and shrug. “However I want, whenever I want. She just makes it so easy.”

Eddie then starts to spill the details of taking your virginity, about how you were “chimping out” underneath him on his couch while Wayne was sleeping. What was a sacred ordeal to you was made to sound like a cheap, subpar experience to Eddie. His commentary sends the boys into a spiral, fits of hooting and hollering like it was the best stand-up bit they’ve heard in a long time. Resentment simmers within you. This can’t be the same boy.

“How’d you get a pretty girl like that anyway?” comes another voice in the call.

“Pretty fucking easy,” Eddie scoffs. “You just tell her exactly what she wants to hear. Just say what she says right back to her and the panties come right off. She’ll think you’re soulmates.”

The room erupts with virtual laughter, followed by obnoxious sound effects that the app enables users to send to one another. Your stomach begins to twist, the forbidden cookie dough you ingested just an hour prior threatening to make its way back up.

“HAHAHA,” someone in the chat cackles. “Eds will do anything for that roast beef.”

“I’ve always been keen on them deli meats. Am I right, boys?”

The snickering commences again. Eddie thanks the Discord guys as they extol him in compliments, encouraging him to write a playbook on how to get a proper lay. Eddie ends up shutting down the idea. But not because he thinks it’s fucked. No. It’s because he claims he doesn’t “have to try” and that you just “put out” at the drop of a hat.

The tray of Eddie’s undeserved cookies shakes in your hands as your body begins to tremble. You’re going to be sick. And just when you think it can’t get anymore twisted, it does.

“Hey, what do you think about that girl from math class with the fat ass?”

“Harmony?”

“Yeah.”

“God if she’s into me too I’d dump my girl in a heartbeat,” Eddie swoons.

Of course he’d gawk over Harmony. Outside of Tammy Thompson and Chrissy Cunningham, Harmony Heathers was next up to bat for the Queen of Hawkins High.

“She’s got fucking beanbags where her ass should be. I’d do just about anything for her.”

“And her.”

“Yeah and I’d do her.”

"I'd do her too," Eddie admits.

That’s enough.

You’ve heard enough to know that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was just like the rest. Throwing the snickerdoodle cookies you made for him into the trash, you sprint back to your car and set off for your house, music blaring the entirety of the commute.

My friends call me a loser 'Cause I'm still hanging around

I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

You slam the door to your room the moment you get home. And before stripping down and hopping into the safety of a warm shower, you send Eddie one last text.

Actually, you know what? It’s over. Don’t talk to me ever again.

Washing the grossness off of you was the only way you felt you could feel okay.

You wanted the remnants of Eddie OFF of your body. Hysterically sobbing, you attempt scrub off all the dead skin on your body with a loofah. Frustrated tears roll down your face.

I thought you thought of me better, Someone you couldn't lose

You wanted all the dead cells off of you. You wanted a new body. You wanted a new life.

And you couldn’t wait to grow newer, thicker skin. A new shell of you. It will be skin that Eddie can never say he touched.

You said, "We're not together" So now when we kiss,

Fuck Eddie Munson.

I have anger issues

You give the weird kid a chance, and then suddenly he acts like you’re the freak.

#eddie munson angst #maddy’s mailbox ✨#EDDIE THIS ISN'T YOU #eddie munson one shot #angsty blurb #eddie munson x reader #maddy’s requests 🍸

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hitomisuzuya · 11 months

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hi suzu, i hope you're doing alright. im rlly sorry to bombard your inbox with my kazuha asks. i feel guilty that i cant rlly req for anyone else. :")) finals are literally next week and my sched's gonna get real tight /neg

but... not as tight as the way fem!reader's pussy clamps on soft!dom kazuha's cock when we cum on him aft a few good rides 😩 and him just whining and whimpering bcos we've milked him dry all night is smth i kinda wanna see >< (if u have time ofc)

Soft!Dom Kazuha x fem!reader. Smut. Riding. Overstimulation.

a/n: Hello, dear❤️ You don't ever have to apologize for requesting Kazuha from me. I love writing him for you, and I will always write him for you. I hope this can help you get through your finals. I'm sending you headpets, love and luck attached with this.

You cried out, feeling your sensitive walls clamp tightly around Kazuha's cock as your third orgasm of the night flooded over it. Kazuha's grip tightened on your hips, guiding your pace as you rode out your high.

"You are absolutely insatiable tonight, my love," Kazuha breathed, leaning up to kiss your lips as your movements of your hips slowed to a stop.

You laughed softly, gently rolling your hips down onto his cock, making Kazuha little out a soft, muffled whimper of pleasure his cock throbbing with overstimulation. "I couldn't help myself." Your teeth nibbled on his lower lip as you pulled away, bracing your hands on his shoulders to dismount him.

Curling a finger under chin, Kazuha made you look at him, tugging you back down onto his cock. "Where do you think you are going?" He asked, "I didn't say we were finished yet, did I?'

"N-n-ah!" You stammered, nearly falling limp against him, reeling when his cock firmly kissed against your sweet spot.

You relaxed, letting him take control, melting in pleasure against him. Kazuha held you against him, swallowing your moans with a passionate kiss, tangling his fingers in your hair.

"Mm-ah! Kazu!" You cried out, your fingernails digging into his shoulders, trying to match his pace as he slammed himself inside of you, feeling your orgasm approaching fast.

Kazuha had let you have your fun, but he never said anything about being satisfied yet. He was going to make you back up your claim of being insatiable.

After all, this was how he preferred you.

Bouncing with reckless abandon on his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #kazuha #kazuha smut #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n

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revasserium · 6 months

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Im here to say that college!au opla!zoro is your most superior zoo version yet. Please share any more thoughts you have on this cute couple!!!! I love their dynamic so much

listen;;;;;; i love college!au opla!zoro so much. so…… because i am… unwell about this man, sfw and nsfw headcanons/snippets of college!au opla!zoro (most of this is based on the death before decaf fic where zoro is a fencer and reader is a physical therapy major):

sfw:

afternoon naps on the ratty old couch in the living room of his dorm; luffy is his roommate who is simultaneously never there but also randomly always there at the weirdest most inopportune moments

“what did you say he studies?” “uh… something about international policy but he got in on a sports scholarship too.” “yeah? what’s he do?” “gymnastics.” “wait — seriously?” “yeah he’s /weird/ flexible.”

sharing pizza at midnight, sitting in his lap as he scrolls through highlight reels of past olympic fencing bouts, his chin occasionally brushing against your shoulder as he explains all the different rules and moves; you can feel the light stubble, feel the deep rumble of his voice along your arm where it’s pressed against his chest

him kissing you awake, opening your eyes to find him smiling, smirking, more like — “morning…” “mornin’. you were drooling on my pillow.” “shut up!” “nah, it was cute.” more kissing, you trying to shove his face into the pillow, him easily pinning you beneath him, arching an eyebrow; you sigh, blushing, “it’s too early for this.” “it’s never too early for this.”

jerking apart when you both hear luffy’s voice shouting from the living room, “have fun you guys! i’m going to usopp’s to watch the game! don’t forget to hydrate and take breaks! oh — and i left guac for you guys in the fridge!”

“i thought he was gone!” “i thought so too —” zoro groaning when you hear the door slam, burying his face in your shoulder

study sessions where he’s just doing weight training in the corner and it takes everything you have not to be distracted by the shape of him, shirtless, powering through reps of bicep curls, when he drops to the ground for pushups, the way he grins when he catches you staring and asks if you want to help hold his feet down for situps

coffee runs in the morning, standing in line with his arm draped around your shoulders; nami grinning, “see? toldya making out would’ve solved things.”

pecks goodbye in front of the main lecture building, hearing the way the rest of the fencing team hoots after you turn away, hearing zoro loudly telling them to shut the fuck up if they don’t want their asses beat

him blushing up a storm when you wrap your scarf around him and scold him again for forgetting his own, saying that he needs to take better care of his body if he’s gonna make it to the olympics; him scoffing and looking away and, “well… i’ve got you to take care of it for me, don’t i?”

nsfw: (mdni beyond this point pls)

fucking the locker rooms post bout, his hand cushioned behind your head because say what you will about jock!zoro but he’s still something of a gentleman

netflix and chill saturday nights bc he doesn’t have practice sunday mornings and he’s not about to let all that time to go waste; leaving the tv on as he pulls you over his lap, fingers dancing up the sides of your waist, pressing you down over his cock, groaning when he fists his hands in your hair and pulls

drunk!fucking at frat parties in strangers bedrooms, bc who tf cares who this room belongs to as long as there’s a bed and a door that somewhat locks and sure, the sheets are gonna smell like sex after you’re finished but who’s gonna try and fuck with you when zoro’s always got an arm around you, when he’s got you tucked into his side whenever you’re together, even if it’s just studying at the library or sitting at lunch in the dining commons

the most jealous, possessive sex… bc. zoro doesn’t share.

making out in the stacks bc you said you were getting a reference book but you were gone a bit too long and zoro had come to “find you” only to find you trying to reach a book on a level that’s just a bit too high; him reaching up to pull it down for you, pressing a hand to your lower stomach and pulling you back against his chest, “need some help, princess?”

fumbling back to his dorm after said failed study session in the library, him kicking the door shut and tossing you on his bed, him mumbling some cheesy line about needing to brush up on his anatomy before pushing your knees up and burying his face between your thighs

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its-time-to-write · 10 months

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Hi love! Im obsessed with your writing. They actually make my whole day!!

I was wondering if you could do something with like protective!Jamie? Like maybe they’re out at a club and some guy won’t leave her alone!

Whatever you like? Thank you!

I did it! I didn’t know what gif to put with this. Wasn’t sure I’d finish it this weekend, but I got it done! I have finals next week, which either means I’m going to have a bunch of time or none at all. And again, thank you for being so kind. Many anonymous requests are not. 💚��

don’t go yet

Roy only lets Jamie go to the club when Richmond has won, which is why you’re both dressed up tonight.

“You can have two drinks. Not fucking four, not fucking three, two. And if you fucking go over, your girlfriend will fucking tell me,” Roy had said.

Jamie had relayed this to you, more than a tad scandalized, but you just shrugged and said, “Roy’s not wrong.”

So now you’re at the club and Jamie’s had one drink that he’s been making last way too long, but he’s finally downed it and you’ve offered to grab him another one. Dani’s in the middle of some hilarious story about his old team, involving shaving cream, an unsuspecting coach, and… snails? Anyway, Jamie’s deeply invested in whatever it is which is why you’re at the bar waiting for your drinks and he’s sitting down.

You’re contemplating what you want to do to Jamie once you get home, when an unfamiliar body sidles up to the space next to you.

You half-turn away to give him more space, but he just moves closer so you give him a look. The man, oblivious, says, “Hello gorgeous, name’s Max. What’s a sexy little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

Any distaste you had been stifling out of politeness ends. “I’m not alone, I’m here with my boyfriend,” you reply shortly.

Max makes a show of surveying the room. “Don’t see him,” he says, “so I suppose you’re fair game.”

Your drinks appear, and you grab them. “I’ve got to go.”

“Hey now, I’m only trying to be fucking friendly. Your boyfriend doesn’t let you have friends?” He’s now blocking your path back to Jamie. You try to dodge around him, but he won’t let you.

Max does not like that, and he snarls, “Don’t be such a bitch, I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind me having a turn, especially if he lets you out of the house looking like that.”

Your words catch in your throat, and before you can look around for help, there’s a tap on Max’s shoulder.

“Oi mate,” says Jamie, voice calm but eyes simmering with rage, “pretty sure she wants to be left alone.”

Max turns to assess Jamie and you dart past him, behind your boyfriend. “And what’s it to you, shithead?”

Oh god. The last thing Jamie needs is to get into a fight tonight. You know that Nate would love nothing more than to bench Jamie whenever an opportunity presents itself.

“Jamie,” you whisper, “let it go.”

Jamie doesn’t even look at you. “I’m her boyfriend, shithead.”

Max’s eyes betray a hint of surprise, then before you or Jamie can do anything he moves to shove Jamie. Jamie tenses up for a push that never happens, because Isaac has shown up from out of nowhere and has grabbed Max from behind.

“Time to go, bruv,” Isaac says as he and Dani haul Max away.

Jamie fists are still clenched as he turns to you. Despite the anger on his face, his voice is gentle. “You alright, love?”

You nod wordlessly and hand Jamie his drink. He takes both of them and puts them down. Your brain is playing catch-up because everything happened so fast.

“You wanna go?” he asks.

You nod again then shake your head. “No!” you protest, “This is your night out!”

Jamie’s hands are on your waist now, and you’re a little grateful because it’s grounding. You’re still reeling a bit.

“Babe,” he says, “I’m fucking exhausted, and you are too. And don’t fuckin’ lie, it ain’t gonna work. You’ve got little circles under your eyes. Let’s go home.”

You shut your mouth and sigh. That boy. He knows you too well.

On your way out he says, “Can we do face masks? Can feel me face losing its sexy glow.”

You smile and squeeze his hand. Only Jamie can make a shit night into something good.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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Deprived | Twenty

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, suggestive? word count: 3.3k a/n: this series has been longer than I anticipated but I'm living for the slow burn so it's gonna be a while till we're done folks.

pov: layla

I spent the next week couped in my room, refusing to leave as I quickly smoked the bag of weed Wes had given me. Allie had messaged me in concern multiple times and I finally built up the courage to reply to her a day after her last message.

Allie <3 Monday hey girl are you okay? matt has been off all day 1:30pm Tuesday if u wanna talk im here <3 5:37pm Wednesday im getting concerned pls message me if u need anything 3:47pm

You sorry just havent been feeling good im okay just need time alone 10:21pm

Allie <3 im sorry :(10:23pm

You its okay i'll be at school tmrw 10:27pm

Allie <3 okay! see ya then <3 10:28pm

I locked my phone and threw it lazily on the bed beside me, rolling over to face the wall where my window was cracked open. I was glad my dad was out tonight, having to deal with him for over a week straight was draining and I felt like it didn't benefit my self-loathing in any way. I sighed as my mind always travelled back to the look on Matt's face, the pure hurt in his eyes that I knew I caused.

Part of me was glad he hadn't messaged or tried to talk to me. It meant that I could push him away if I wanted to. I did just that without even consciously meaning to. I got scared and made it his fault in my brain but as I continued rotting in my bed, I realised I hurt him more than I ever meant to. It wasn't his fault that I was afraid of someone being close, it wasn't his fault that I let something so small set me off. I needed to make him realise it wasn't his fault and I was just not used to the affection and accommodation he offered me daily.

I barely slept over the past week and this night was no different. My alarm went off in the early hours of the morning and I knew I had slept a total of 4 hours from the way my brain had constantly been reeling. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I took an extra long shower to attempt to rid the disgust I felt towards myself.

After scrubbing my entire body head to toe, I jumped out of the shower and walked to my room. My entire body felt heavy and I felt tears prick my eyes when I looked over to the pink sweater that was still laying over my bag. I picked it up, realising it was the only clean sweater I had since I hadn't been bothered with laundry. I quickly slid it over my head before sliding on my black sweatpants and combat boots. I slid my leather jacket over the top, not bothering with any makeup as I lazily tied my now damp hair into a low ponytail. I grabbed my bag, quickly sprayed on some perfume and grabbed my phone off of my bedside table.

I quickly exited my house without food or water in my stomach and as I began walking down the road, I decided to light one of the last few cigarettes I had pre-rolled. I grabbed my headphones from my bag, slid one into my ear and plugged them into my phone. I clicked shuffle on one of my playlists and I let my feet drag on the asphalt as I slowly made my way down the streets of Massachusetts.

After an hour, I finally arrived in the parking lot of the school and I scanned the cars, my eyes landing where I saw the familiar silver minivan. I paused, letting out a heavy breath as I collected myself and began walking to the group of people in front of the car.

Nate was the first to notice me and he just looked at me with no expression before he turned back to the group. As I got closer I noticed the fact that Mia was standing beside Matt with her head leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her back lazily and I felt a pang of pure jealousy run through me. I tried to shake it off as I got closer, knowing I had no right to be mad about it right now since I was the one who caused the riff between the brown-haired boy and myself.

"Speak of the devil," I heard Nick say when his eyes caught mine and I was a few feet away, standing uncomfortably as I looked between all of them. All of their heads turned to look at me, Allie being the only one who didn't seem like they were looking right through me.

"Matt, can I talk to you?" I asked quietly as I didn't dare to meet his eyes yet and there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over us, "Please."

"About what?" he asked, his tone short and I looked up to see his face completely expressionless but his eyes held such hurt and aggravation that it felt like it cut right through me.

"Last week," I mumbled, ignoring the pain in my chest of seeing Mia looking at me with a slight smirk. I focused in on the boy I had hurt, his blue eyes piercing in the sunlight.

"Now?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of me and I just looked at him, the judgement of his friends radiating off of them. He sighed heavily before swinging his arm out from around Mia and I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders but there was still a pressure on my chest, "I'll be back."

I looked at the ground as he pushed away from the hood of the minivan and he walked past me. I followed behind him, not daring to look back at his friends as we walked to the back of the parking lot before he stopped to face me.

He didn't say anything for a moment as I looked up at him and he scanned me head to toe before murmuring, "That's my sweater."

"Yeah. I left it on my bag all week but I didn't have any clean hoodies for today," I explained and he hummed as I picked at the skin around my fingers, my nails too short to bite now that I had been picking at them all week. I nervously chewed on my lip before I said, "I'm sorry."

"It took you a week to say that?" he asked, his voice quiet but his words laced with pain.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I reacted to what you said horribly but I just-" I cut myself off as I took a breath and looked down at the gravel below us, "I haven't had anyone take care of me the way you do. It scares me. I'm sorry."

I squeezed my eyes closed, chewing on my bottom lip far more aggressively than I intended but my heart raced as I waited for his response. I felt his hand fall under my chin and he lifted my face to look up at him, noticing now that he was slightly closer to me. He used his thumb to gently pull my lip away from my teeth as I fidgeted with the hem of the pink sweater.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" he asked, his tone softening as he looked down at me and I shrugged dumbly.

"I am bad at talking about that sorta stuff," I answered quietly, my throat closing from the sadness that invaded my body as I looked up at him. I had no right to be upset right now, I was the one who fucked up and made this so difficult, but I felt guilt invade my entire body when I realised I didn't want to push him away. It was habit and I was always bad at breaking them.

"Don't do that again," he demanded softly and I pursed my lips as I pushed my sadness down the best I could as tears sprung to my eyes, "Or I swear to god I won't talk to you again and I don't want to stop talking to you. Ever."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away. I just don't know how to deal with everything I'm feeling and I know it's shitty but I promise I'm trying. I have no right to be sad right now because this is my fault but I feel so horrible for making you upset. You deserve so much more than that and if I can't give that to you I understand if you don't want me to be around anymore," I rambled out all of my feelings and conflicting voices in my head but I was cut off by his lips on mine.

I paused for a moment to register what was happening before my body melted into his, his arms wrapping around my lower back as I snaked my arms around his neck. I pulled him into me, missing the way his body felt against my own more than I anticipated. It felt like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in my room for the past week with smoke-filled lungs. He gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him as I tangled my hands in his hair before he pulled away to breathe for a moment.

"You're an idiot," he mumbled before he leaned back in to kiss me gently again.

"I know," I mumbled against his lips and he ran his tongue against my rough lips, the sting of his saliva hitting the open splits on my lips from chewing them. I hissed and pulled away as he looked down at me.

"You need to stop biting your lip," he muttered as his eyes travelled all around my face, "And stop picking your nails. You're not gonna have any left soon."

"I've been stressed the past week. I can't help it," I whispered as I looked up at him in awe. I had forgotten the pure oxytocin that ran through my system when I was with him and I refused to let it go again.

"Pretty girl," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shook my head as I pulled away from his face slightly, my arms still slung over his shoulders.

"Don't feel bad. This was my doing and I will make it up to you," I answered sternly and his face broke into a small smile. I sighed, the weight being lifted off of my chest now and my body tingled with joy.

"All I'm asking is that you talk to me next time," he whispered, leaning down to place a peck on my lips and I let it linger before I pulled back and nodded.

"I will try," I scratched the nape of his neck lightly and he bit his bottom lip as my face dropped, "Don't look at me like that before we have to go inside. I'll drive us back to your house right now."

"I don't see you for a week and you're ready to jump my bones already," he chuckled and I raised my eyebrows.

"How else can I make it up to you, ya know?" I joked as let my mouth form into a smirk and he shook his head as he pursed his lips, "Does this mean I can come to your game this week?"

"Of course baby," he smiled down at me and I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach again, promising not only him but myself to never let myself ruin this again.

"By the way," I let my right hand trail from his neck to his chest, playing with the necklace that sat comfortably on his collarbones, "Allie's brother was just dropping me home. He tried to flirt with me but I shut it down. I wasn't lying about that."

"I know. I overreacted. I'm sorry about that," he said softly and I shook my head, twiddling the pendant between my fingers as I looked up at him.

"I know how it looked. I would've been just as upset. You don't need to apologise for it," I mumbled, trying hard to convey my feelings as best I could to which he didn't respond verbally. He instead placed another kiss against my lips and smiled against me as he squeezed my hips.

"Matt!" I heard Chris's voice call from only a few feet away and we both broke apart to look over at him, "You guys done? We gotta go to class."

"I forgot about that," I joked and Chris just gave me a deadpanned look as Matt chuckled.

"We'll be there in a sec," he called to his brother who just rolled his eyes and spun around to walk back to his friends, "They're more pissed at you than I was."

"I can tell," I mumbled as I watched their eyes pour directly into me, "Allie messaged me though."

"She was the only one defending you," he told me honestly and I hummed as I looked back up to him, "I'll talk to them."

"Don't sugarcoat it. You can tell them I'm a dumbass who doesn't know how to deal with her emotions," I stated and he shook his head with a smile, placing a kiss on the top of my head before swinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Come on," he said nodding towards the group and I hesitantly began walking with him by my side. Their eyes stayed glued to us as we approached and Mia gave me nothing but a scowl with her arms crossed, "Chill out. We talked about it."

"That didn't seem like talking," Mia spat and I remained silent, letting Matt handle the situation as I looked at Allie who gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Don't Mia," Matt deadpanned and she only scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "We talked about it and I don't wanna hear it."

"Only took you a week," Nate raised his eyebrows as he spoke and he looked at me. I pursed my lips while glancing between them.

"At least it happened," Matt retorted before the bell rang and he sighed, "We'll talk about it later. Let's go."

He began walking with his arm around my shoulder still and I followed suit, Chris moving to stand on the other side of Matt as everyone else followed behind. We made our way to our classes and once we sat down, a weight fell back on my chest.

Not only did I have to make it up to Matt, I had to win back his brothers and his friends.

+++

Pretty boy where did u go?? 12:23pm

You 🚬 be there in a minute 12:24pm

I locked my phone, sliding it into my pocket as I finished off my cigarette, throwing it onto the ground before I wedged it into the ground with my boot. I made my way back inside and straight to the cafeteria where I saw the group of friends sitting together.

"Hey," Allie beamed as she scooted closer to Mia to make space between her and Matt for me to sit. I smiled at her as I swung my legs over the bench and sat down. Matt placed his arm around my lower back as he continued his conversation with Nick.

"I don't want to wear a tie. That's why I got the red shirt," Matt groaned and Nick gave him a deadpanned look.

"It's prom. You're supposed to look fancy with a tie," Nick stated and Matt ran a hand across his face.

"We're all wearing a tie. Don't be a bitch," Nate pointed out and I tuned them out as Allie tapped my shoulder to gain my attention.

"You okay?" she asked quietly and I nodded with a hum.

"Yeah. Thank you for checking on me," I answered in a hushed tone and she shrugged with her sunshine smile that warmed my heart to know she wasn't annoyed with me.

"Of course. That's what friends are for," she said casually before she turned back to listen to the group conversation. I let her words hang over my head like a cloud.

That's what friends are for.

I don't remember the last time I had a genuine friend and her simple words struck me right in my heart. She had always been kind to me and from the moment we talked, she had been such a light in my life. I realised I not only wanted to share my emotions and feelings with Matt but also with Allie to show her that I appreciated her.

I wanted to be better for both of them.

"How long do we have to stay there?" Chris whined as he threw his head onto the table dramatically and Allie rolled her eyes.

"You're acting like you're being held hostage. If you don't wanna go it's fine," Allie responded, her tone quietening at the end and I could sense the slight sadness at Chris's distaste for prom.

"Al, I told you I'm going and I'll stick to that. I just don't wanna be there for five hours," he lifted his head up to look at her and she shrugged, eyes glancing at the table.

"We can leave early and go back to my house," she offered and Chris's mouth broke into a smile as he nodded.

"Works for me," he said triumphantly before sitting up again, resting his elbows on the table in front of him.

"How are we getting there?" Mia asked, looking around at the group and I just sat there in silence, deciding to go along with whatever plan I knew Allie had already set up.

"Meet up at my house at five thirty so we can take photos and make sure we have everything and then we will leave at like six-thirty to get to the hotel," Allie explained the plan and everyone seemed to hum along in agreement. I felt Matt's arm snake further around my back as he scooted closer to me.

"How are we getting there?" Nick asked and Allie smiled as she adjusted her ponytail.

"I got us a limo," she announced happily and Mia showed her first sign of happiness of the day as she squealed excitedly, "You guys won't drink right?"

Matt and his brothers shook their heads with a firm no and Allie turned to look at me and I shrugged, "Depends on what it is."

"Bottle of champagne in the limo?" Mia asked Allie and Allie nodded causing Mia's smile to widen.

"You're dad won't arrest us if we drink?" Nate asked, the half-hearted joke not landing well with Mia as she rolled her eyes.

"Not if he doesn't know," she pointed out with a slight smirk and Nate raised his eyebrows before nodding in agreement.

"Did you find a dress?" Nate asked, turning his attention to me as he attempted to make conversation. I assumed that in the time I'd been in my other classes and was outside Matt had talked to Nate, Chris and Nick since they weren't glaring at me anymore but they still felt slightly standoffish.

"No. I'm just gonna make my own," I explained and he nodded, his smile in a downturned smile.

"Mad impressive that you can do that," he complimented me and I gave him a half-hearted smile as Matt traced circles on my hip with his thumb.

"Thanks. I just hope I can finish it in time," I explained and I could sense Mia's disgust towards me radiating off of her but I was learning to tune her out like I had always done before Matt came into my life.

Suddenly the bell rang for our next classes and everyone began getting up. I stood up from the table before Matt spun me around and kissed my lips gently. I froze for a moment, shocked at the fact he did that in the middle of the cafeteria but I quickly reciprocated the action before he pulled away.

"See you after school pretty girl," he smirked at me before he walked away and I stood still for a moment as I watched him walk away with Nick, Chris, Nate and Mia.

"You guys are so fucking cute it makes me want to throw up," Allie rolled her eyes playfully beside me and I looked around to see people staring at me once again. I pursed my lips, my cheeks tinging red as I hid a smile and shook my head before I began walking out of the cafeteria.

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Hello!

May I request a Kinger, Jax, and Caine x reader where the reader is a classic romantic type of person. When it comes to affection, they are very touchy and kissing their s/o alot. Calling their s/o various nicknames like "dear", "my love", "sunshine"

As well as gift their s/o lots of gifts, just in general very loving and actually has a history of being not loved back. Like, when the reader gets affection back, they look hesitant and even uncomfortable even though they themselves is very affectionate.

Am I self projecting? Yes, but I do like the idea of the reader finally just explaining that even though they have no memory before their life in the Digital circus but they just know they used to have an s/o that didn't love them back so that's why they aren't used to affection themselves. Sorry it got so lengthy, I got really into it lmao Have a wonderful day/night!

Caine, Jax, and Kinger x reader who loves giving affection but doesnt like receiving

i did not have any cool ideas for a title so uh uh uhh long ass title... gonna speed run this because i gotta do some stuff tonight but i would feel bad if i only got like 2 requests done !! to the other anon that requested something (mime anon)!!) i see you, dont worry! i plan on getting to you tonight when im done with the thing!!

CAINE:

okay so i wrote kingers part first, but i think caine would follow the same sort of thing,... would reel himself back in and try to figure out whats going on. i think the only difference is that he wouldnt know exactly how gentle to be since youre his first proper relationship, as well as his first experience with love. now while kinger would be a little upset, i think caine would be genuinely angry. how dare your ex partner! youre a walking god/goddess who makes Aphrodite envious, and on top of that you have a kind heart to match. were they blind? stupid? heartless? whatever the reason, caine ensures that that lost affection is more than made up for

JAX:

i think he would use it as a point of teasing, unaware of your past and just assuming youre just shy about receiving affection. it wouldnt really be until you two actually sit down and have a talk about it, that it starts to dawn on him... but i think he wouldnt be as gentle with it as caine and kinger are.. i think, he would kind of have a "well im not your ex," thought process about it... i think it would take some time to gain a more.. sympathetic and understanding way of thinking but i think he would lay off the teasing a bit...

KINGER:

i think kinger would be over the moon with all the affection you give to him... but the thing is he himself can be very very affectionate, in fact he would rival you in terms of giving.. so this would be quite the predicament... i think he would reel back if he noticed you recoil from his actions, and just, quietly ask if theres something wrong. when you share your feelings, i think he would be fairly understanding... takes things slow, tones things down for you and tries to help ease you into it. he makes sure you know that he loves you a lot, and that he wouldnt follow the same route your ex partner did... in fact he seems quite upset about it, i mean, you are amazing, and you deserve to receive the same energy

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader

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teataglia · 2 years

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 + 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing: atsumu x f!reader

warnings: smut, facesitting, oral (f!receiving), petnames (angel, baby, sweetgirl), masturbation (m)

tea’s note: haha just realized that ive been writing so much about the reader getting eaten out buuuut everyone deserves head so im gonna keep going hehehe, day 12 down, not proofread again sorry! maybe ill do it tomorrow probably not tho, enjoy anyways!! look forward to lauren’s fic tomorrow: megumi + aphrodisiacs!

wc: .8k

kinktober masterlist !

“Tsumu, I’m not sure about this,” you whisper, cheeks aflame as you hover directly over Atsumu’s open and drooling mouth. Your thighs tremble from anticipation and strain, letting out a meek whimper as you feel his hot breath hit your folds. “What if I hurt you?”

Atsumu barks out a laugh, he’s just so desperate to feel you on his face. You’ve been unintentionally teasing him for the past twenty minutes while you debate on whether to take a seat or not. It took ten minutes to get you to even bring your cunt anywhere near his face, and another ten of your hips floating right above him. Your pussy lips so close yet so far, just out of reach of Atsumu’s eager tongue. “You won’t, angel, now sit.” Atsumu’s thick fingers wrap around your thighs gently trying to tug you onto him.

You resist and pout. “But what if I suffocate you?”

“That’s the point, doll,” Atsumu sends you a lopsided grin, even though you both know he’s not joking.

“But-”

“No buts unless it’s yours on my face,” he’s been so patient with you all night, but now he’s getting restless. His dick twitches against his abdomen, bare, leaking and sensitive. One of Atsumu’s massive hands snakes down to grab it, giving a few rough pumps to keep himself at bay. This doesn’t help, in fact makes it so much worse when he sees the slick collecting at your core. His mouth waters, trying so hard not to buck his hips into his fist.

You glance behind you, hearing the raw slaps of skin on skin. You eyes widen and hole flutters as you see what exactly Atsumu’s doing behind your back. Being front and center of your reaction, Atsumu groans and raises his head enough to give your kiss a gentle kiss.

You jerk at the unexpected contact and glare down at him, tangling your fingers in his blond hair to hold his head down. You were intending to calm him down, but instead your action triggers the adverse reaction of Atsumu groaning at your force, hips jerking wildly.

“Baby,” his tone drips with desire and his half lidded eyes stare up at you pleadingly, “I can make both of us feel real good if you just. sit. down.” Both of Atsumu’s hands fly again to grasp your hips, pulling you unceremoniously down onto his face. After so much exertion of keeping yourself up, your thighs give in, allowing you to fully sink onto his extended tongue.

The wet muscle immediately laps up your juices, running over your slit repeatedly. The lewd noises Atsumu’s mouth makes leaves you squirming and bouncing on his face, completely overwhelming you. Your thighs squeeze the sides of his head deliciously, but not too tight that he can’t hear the sweet moans that fall from your parted lips.

Your hips rock into him harshly and you start riding him, angling your clit to brush against his tongue with every buck. The feeling of you losing yourself on him has Atsumu lightheaded and he’s drinking you in harder than before.

“Fuck, angel, you taste so good,” Atsumu’s growling between slurps, the intense vibrations on your folds has your eyes rolling back. “That’s it, sweet girl. Let me take care of you.”

And you do.

Your mind reels when you feel Atsumu’s tongue trace from your clit to prod at your clenching hole. Stuttering in his grip, he forces himself in. A wanton moan tears from you as you feel your walls stretch to accomodate the intrusion. His deft tongue hones in on the area that has you tightening around his tongue, stroking and flicking against it. His nose presses firmly against your clit and the sensations combined send you over the edge.

You throw your head back, fingers digging into Atsumu’s scalp as you cum on his tongue. A searing hot white blinds your vision and your form shudders in his secure grip. You ride out your high, Atsumu smugly enjoying his view from below. After only a few aftershocks still plague your body, you topple off of him, back hitting the soft mattress.

He gathers you in his arms, gently resting your head against his broad chest as he feels the tickle of your eyelashes fluttering shut.

“Get some rest, baby. We’re doing that again when you wake up.”

Blissed out and half asleep, you nod compliantly.

“Attagirl,” Atsumu smirks, kissing your forehead as you drift off next to him.

#l+t.kinktober22 #｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇs #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴛᴇᴀ ʟᴜsᴛs #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu smut #atsumu haikyuu

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erensangel444 · 4 months

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sneak peek: family and friends discount

sneak peek of the new dealer!yuuji fic i'm working on. currently stuck on one part and IM LOSING IT !!!! but here's a lil sneakaroo for now.

for context, this is the second time they're seeing each other :D

"aye, y/n," you heard from across the room, the loud bass of the music making it harder to hear. you turned around to see yuuji walking over to you with a smile.

"yuuji! hi," you said, smiling up at him. he could tell you were drunk right now, due to his his name coming out a little slurred and your all too-gleeful expression.

"c-can we go outside?" you asked, your hand coming up to touch his bicep. you let it rest there as you continued, "s' really loud in here."

yuuji was reeling at your touch. it felt like there were flames underneath your fingers, prickling against his skin.

he did his best to try and keep his cool, "mhm, c'mon" he said, his hand falling to the small of your back as he led you out the sliding glass door.

the two of you were now in the backyard, yuuji watching you race over to the swinging seat held up between two large oak trees.

"c'mere" you said, seemingly exasperated, "y'so slow," you teased, laughing softly.

yuuji chuckled before walking over to you and sitting down next to you.

"you're having a fun night, huh?" he said, turning to look at you with that same annoyingly cute smile.

"the best," you sighed softly. "better now that you're here."

yuuji was taken aback by your boldness. apparently you were the poster child for liquid courage.

"oh yeah? ya' never texted me about getting more..." yuuji joked.

"i meant to, i swear!" you said your hands quickly coming up in your defense. your hand fell on yuuji's leg as you continued, "was gonna text you tomorrow, promise."

"i believe you, princess," yuuji said, smiling softly. yuuji reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out the joint he had rolled before the party and a lighter. "don't have to wait for tomorrow if you don't want to, though."

he handed the lighter to you, putting the joint in between his lips. "would you do the honors," yuuji mumbled around the joint, that dopey smirk still lingering on his lips.

your thumb fumbled with the lighter, flicking it once, then twice before the flame lit up the space between you and yuuji. you brought the flame to the end of the joint, holding it there for a few seconds before letting your thumb off, the light dissapating.

"want some?" yuuji said after exhaling. "mhm," you hummed softly, grabbing the joint from him, "thank you."

yuuji's cheeks were heating up. he wanted to admire everything about you in this moment. he found himself eager to know more about you; what you liked, and disliked, your fears, your favorite movie, the weirdest conspiracy theory you believed in.

for a girl that he had met only a week ago, you had such an effect on him. he felt like he was in a trance.

"y-yuuji," you whined, waving your hand in front of his face. he was just staring at you softly when he finally broke out of whatever spell you had put him under.

"s-sorry," he laughed, "m a little drunk too if i'm being honest."

"who said i was drunk?" you joked, grinning. yuuji laughed, raising his eyebrows, "oh you're so sober right now, my apologies."

you laughed, i could walk in a straight line right now. i--i could pass those cop tests right now, if i wanted to!"

"cop tests..." yuuji chuckled.

"mhm, mhm! watch," you said, handing the joint back to yuuji before standing up. you turned your back to your yuuji, walking attempting to walk in a straight line, putting one foot in front of the other.

in all honesty, yuuji was not paying attention to your, as you would put it, undeniable sobriety.

instead, his eyes lingered on the way your skirt was riding up, exposing more of your skin.

he quickly looked down, chastising himself internally for acting like a pervert.

"n' how was that?" you asked, turning back around to find yuuji looking down.

"you weren't even watching!" you whined, walking back over to sit down next to him.

"oh i saw," yuuji said, looking over at you. the two of you just sat there, eyes locked on one another. you watched his line of sight travel between your eyes and your lips, and you secretly wished he could hear you internally begging for him to "just kiss me!"

instead, yuuji stood up as he spoke, "and that was some stellar walking, y/n, but......not as good as mine," yuuji joked, standing up and mimicking your walking.

you watched yuuji walk, unable to control your laughter. yuuji's heart was floating at the sound.

"you literally just zig-zagged that whole time!"

#yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori smut #yuuji itadori imagine #jjk imagine #jjk smut #jjk x reader #yuuji smut #yuuji imagine #yuuji x reader

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webslingingslasher · 9 months

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this is frat!peter i’m crying

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cvm-mBPp8Jd/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

NO STOPPP WHY DO I WANNA WRITE THIS:::

ok so u see this trend right, and yeah, you’re gonna test the fuck out of peter so for the first time ever (since that one scare) you’re excited for your period. the second you get it- ITS TIME TO FUCK W HIM

you played it up all afternoon saying how you feel yucky because of cramps and your head hurts and he’s all ‘my baby :( come cuddle’ after a few hours you roll away for the bathroom and wait a few minutes and very timidly open the door.

‘petey?’

‘trouble?’

you stay silent- he looks up and sees you staring at your socks. you look ashamed.

‘what’s wrong?’

you nibble on your lip, ‘im on my period’

‘i’m aware, feeling extra crampy? wanna shower sex it up?’

-you almost toss the plan to the side. almost-

you shake your head, ‘something bad happened’

peter’s first thought was a leak, he throws his blankets back and looks over the sheets.

‘no, you’re all clear.’

‘um, i was trying to change my tampon.’

‘gross.’

‘and…. i can’t.’

peter catches on, he slowly rises from bed and throws a shirt on.

‘no biggie, text me what kind you use. i’ll go grab em.’

he’s too kind. you stop him.

‘no!’

your ‘panic’ stops him.

‘why, you want pads?’

‘no, i …’ you mumble the words, it makes him step closer, he pulls at your hand.

‘what’s that, mumbles?’

you look up to see his reaction, ‘it’s… stuck in me.’

his eyes flash down to your pajama shorts.

‘what’s stuck in you?’

‘my tampon.’

peter’s eyes shoot back down.

‘how… how does that happen? i don’t… what do you mean stuck?’

‘like- i can’t reach it. it’s up there.’

peter acts like he’s pulling a rope above him.

‘isn’t there like… one of these.’

you shake your head, ‘i mean it, peter. way up there.’ you look away when you ask, ‘will you help?’

peter stares at your crotch. ‘like… you want me to go fishing in there?’

‘i can’t reach it!’

‘i…’ he wants to say how gross it is, but he’d be joking and you seem embarrassed to even ask. plus, it’s not like you have anyone else to ask. he knows that area in and out, if anyone could do it quickly it’d be him.

your face falls when he walks away, you thought he’d be down for it. it’s just a joke but now you know he wouldn’t actually do it, it makes you feel hurt.

it’s like he can sense your upset.

‘i’m not leaving you, im getting the towel.’

the towel.

may got him a set of dark red towels to match with his frat, and one night when peter seemed a little desperate, you shut him down with a sorry pout.

‘shark week. trust me, with these cramps, it kills me to say no.’

it insulted peter you think that’d stop him. he hadn’t had period sex before that but he can imagine it’s the same just a little wetter, and he assumes you’d be extremely sensitive so…

he brings a red towel out and raises his eyebrows.

‘i’m down if you’re down.’

and since then, it’s the towel. it stays in the closet until it’s needed, then you wash it and return in.

a smile breaks over your face, he’s jumping into action.

‘no! you don’t have to! i was just testing you.’

peter’s closet door slowly shuts, ‘so, no stuck tampon?’

‘no, i just wanted to see if you would do it.’

‘oh. well, should i put the towel away?’

you step out from the bathroom doorway to look at him, you share a glance that says the same thing. peter tosses the towel to the bed while you answer.

‘no.’

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #frat!peter

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littlemissthunderstorms · 8 months

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dance as if somebody’s watching, cause they are. (pt.2)

alex turner x reader

mostly fluff! i feel like this is soo disappointing compared to the first part. 😭 i meant for something cooler to happen but i quite literally lost my train of thought and couldn’t come up with anything!! im sorry 😣

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your head swirled as your eyes peeled open, squinting at the daylight cutting through the curtains like knifes.

head pounding and vision blurry, you slowly looked around the room, a bit confused. the room was spacious, books and plaques on shelves, sleek modern 70’s chairs in the corner, and maroon throw pillows scattered by the end of the bed.

your sight cleared a bit as you rubbed your eyes, gaze redirecting to the nightstand on the other side of the bed, where atop a journal sat a name tag reading ALEXANDER, HEAD DIRECTOR.

of course. you were in alex’s room. you thought hard, trying to recall a string of events from the previous night that would cause you to end up here. your memory was cloudy. you remembered getting ready, talking to a few friends but your memory stuttered, the film reel in your mind missing pieces and frames.

you remembered sitting at the bar, was someone there? a guy, you thought. puzzle pieces clicked together. the blonde guy. you couldn’t remember what kind of exchange you’d had, but you remembered dancing with alex later on.

you ran a hand through your messy hair. ok. you were dancing with alex. not for long though. then what? didn’t you leave? that’s when the film reel stopped, leaving your memory hazy and faded.

your attention quickly redirected to the door when you heard the sound of a keycard beeping on the other side. the door opened, gentle brown eyes meeting yours as alex stepped through. his hair was fluffier today, far different from his usual slicked back look. alex tucked the sleeves up on his navy button down as he made his way over to you, heeled boots clacking on the floor.

“oh thank goodness. you’re awake. how are you feeling?” he gently brushed a loose strand of hair out of your eyes. you gazed up at him, brows furrowed. “i-i don’t know. i don’t know what happened.” you panicked, the idea of you not having control over your memories of the night before making you anxious.

alex nodded and stroked your hair softly in attempts to soothe you. “there was a guy at the bar that slipped something into your drink.” the boy sighed. “i’m so sorry. i know you probably can’t remember much but when i was walking you to go back to your room, you passed out. i’m so sorry. are you feeling any better?”

“i don’t know. i feel dizzy and my head hurts.” you frowned, lip quivering softly. alex nodded, grabbing the ibuprofen from his nightstand as well as a cup of water. “here, take this hon, it’ll help.” he smiled sweetly at you, eyes tinted with sorrow.

you quickly took the ibuprofen and put the water down, breath shaky as tears started pouring down your cheeks. you still felt all shaken from what had happened, your anxiety at a peak. alex squeezed your hand and sat on the bed next to you, pulling you into a tight hug that soothed your mind a bit and made your heart melt. “oh honey, i know i’m so sorry.” he whispered. your anxiety simmered down a bit as he held you, still softly running his fingers through your hair.

alex could feel your heart beating fast against his chest and his own heart broke for you. he was mad at himself that he hadn’t stopped the situation from unfolding, even though it wasn’t his fault. he’d had a bad feeling about the man from the start, dismissing his gut feeling as twinges of jealousy that he’d previously denied.

“you’re okay now. i promise you alright? i’m here with you. security got the guy there’s nothing you need to worry about. wasn’t gonna let him lay a finger on you.” alex whispered. you sighed, nodding as a tear rolled down your cheek and onto alex’s shirt.

alex pulled away slightly, eyes pooling with adoration and twinkling with the same capacity of the stars you’d spot in the sky at night. you clung to the boy, your love for him trickling down your cheeks. you took a deep breath. alex softly wiped your tears with his thumbs, heart fluttering as he bit his lip.

he cupped your face with both of his hands, his face etched with care and concern. “again, i’m so so sorry. i’m so mad at myself for not stopping him earlier, i wish i would’ve known. i love you so much, you don’t deserve this. i’ll take such good care of you i promise-“ the boy paused, face twisting in confusion. “why are you smiling?”

you grinned, eyes sparkling. “you love me?”

alex’s eyes lit up, not realizing he’d let it slip. your heart pounded, knowing the answer from his eyes alone before he’d even said anything else. “of course i love you!” he grinned, heart swelling with joy. he was about to say something else when you cut him off, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

he eagerly kissed you back, returning his hand to tangle in your hair and hold you closer as his other hand rested on your waist. his lips were warm as he kissed you tenderly. he gently broke the kiss to press soft kisses on the corners of your lips and up your cheek, gently kissing your eyelids.

you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. you felt your anxieties and worries start to fizzle away as he kissed you with such love and care, knowing you’d be okay. he pulled away slowly, looking into your eyes as he cupped your face. you smiled up at the boy with twinkly eyes.

“for the record i love you too. lots”

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hope u liked!! sorry this is so short #queenofshortalexficstbh

in the beginning it was supposed to be more horror based because i always imagined tbhc to have a unsettling vibe to it but i couldn’t come up with any ideas 😣

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #humbug #alex turner fluff #alex turner one shot #suck it and see #alex turner smut #tlsp #tranquility base hotel and casino #tbhc

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freshlove-sturn · 2 months

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experience

part 2

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: y/n heads off to college in a few weeks. the only problem? she knew next to nothing about any physical interactions. no sex. no kisses. nothing. so what happens when her best friend, matt, knows just the way to fix her dilemma?

warnings: smut? kinda i guess? fem!recieving

reader pov

tonight, the triplets and i were having our monthly movie night, a tradition we started in 5th grade.

“chris we’ve watched this movie a thousand times” nick groans.

“a thousand and one” chris corrects, earning an eye roll from nick.

i’m beside matt on the couch. we’re under the same blanket, and practically sitting on top of each other we’re so close. nothing out of the ordinary. we’ve always cuddled like this.

platonically of course.

just like how our make out session on my bedroom floor last friday was platonic.

just friends.

flashback

matt’s arms snake around my waist, pulling me in closer to him, his lips never leaving mine.

he takes my bottom lip in his teeth, gently pulling at it, granting himself access to explore my mouth with his tongue. i tense up underneath his touch. he must feel this, because he pulls away.

“don’t be nervous, just follow my lead. you got it. you’re doing so good.” his voice low and raspy.

i nod and he presses his lips back to mine, his tongue licking a stripe on my bottom lip, begging for entrance. i oblige.

our tongues fighting for dominance, however, he surely wins.

his lips travel down to the crook of my neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin. i moan at the sudden new sensation.

“you like that?” me smirks against my neck cockily.

“mhm” i sputter out.

“knew you would.”

the feeling of matt’s hand on my thigh snapped me out of my reeling overview of the moment just a view nights prior.

sure we’ve cuddled before but this, this felt far different.

i shift under his touch and look up at him. he doesn’t look at me, but i know he can feel my eyes on him by the way the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk.

he runs the pad of his thumb across the plush skin on my thigh. moving closer and closer to the place i needed him most with each swipe of his thumb.

the second he got just inches away from the heat growing between my legs, he removes his hand.

was he seriously teasing me right now?

i cross my legs, trying to suppress the aching feeling, desperate for touch.

it becomes too much and i excuse myself to the bathroom. nick and chris were both practically asleep. mumbling inaudible sentences as i get up from the couch.

as i’m walking up the stairs i hear matt.

“hey im gonna go grab my phone charger out of my room real quick” he tells his brothers.

before i can think, matt grabs my wrist and pulls me into his room, shutting the door behind us quietly.

“think it’s time for another lesson, don’t ya think?” he whispers

“i think so too” i smile

without another word, our lips smash together. hungry and passionate. he pushes me down onto his bed and crawls over top of me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head as he kissed down my neck.

“have you ever touched yourself before?” he asks, detaching his lips from the nape of my neck.

i freeze. we’ve told each other everything. just never anything explicit like this.

“don’t be embarrassed y/n, it’s completely normal. i’ve jacked off before. it’s not weird.” he ensures me.

i just nod my head, too embarrassed to say it out loud, regardless of what he just told me.

“have you ever finished?” his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke.

i shake my head “no” i whisper.

“well, would you want me to change that?” he raises his brows slightly.

i nod frantically.

“words y/n. i need to hear you say it” he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ears.

“please matt.” i beg.

“first rule about all of this.” he kisses my lips. “consent is key. never do anything you don’t want to do, got it?”

“got it.” i confirm.

“good.”

he connects his lips back with mine, his free hand fiddling at the hem of my tshirt.

“can i take this off?” he asks, tugging slightly at the fabric.

“yes.” i agree.

he pulls my shirt off over my head, stopping dead in his tracks, staring at my chest. my lacy black bra clad to my chest. i’ve been wearing all my best bras and underwear ever since we had made this agreement. i wanted to be prepared.

“you’re so beautiful y/n.” he says before connecting his lips to my collar bone.

once the adrenaline wears away, a wave of insecurity washes over me. i try covering myself with my hands, but matt grabs them and puts them at my sides.

“you never have to hide yourself from me baby” my strokes my cheek softly with his thumb.

baby. i don’t have a shirt on and my best friend is on top of me, kissing me, and calling me baby.

it’s a feeling i can’t even explain. i knew it was wrong. matt was my best friend since forever. this isn’t what friends are supposed to do. but for some reason, it felt so right.

his hands trail down to the waist band of my pajama shorts, his index finger slipping past it and running along the length of the band across my stomach.

“can i take these off pretty girl?”

i nod my head.

“words.”

“yes matt.” i reply.

he hooks his index and middle finger on each hand on my waistband, slowly tugging down my shorts.

“are you sure you want to do this?”

“yes.” i nod.

“okay. if at any point you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?”

“okay.” i breathe.

he takes two fingers and presses them to my clothed clit. my breathe hitches in my throat at the sudden contact.

“so wet for me baby. can feel you through your panties” gravel in his voice, pupils blown out in lust.

“matt please” i plead, desperate for his touch.

he pulls my underwear down slowly, keeping eye contact with me. he tosses them aside.

“i’ll walk you through everything okay y/n/n” he assures me.

“okay.” i nod.

“are you ready?” i shake my head yes; correcting myself with a quick ‘yes’, knowing he would protest at my silence.

he presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing it in slow, agonizing circles. i bite my lip, choking back the moan that was threatening to escape. if chris or nick heard us and found out about what we had going on, they’d be pissed.

i rock my hips against his fingers, feining for more pressure. he notices my actions and picks up the pace, rubbing in harder, faster motions.

his fingers slowly glide down to my entrance. slowly prodding at it.

“can i?” he asks permission.

“yes, please matt”

he pushes his fingers inside of me, slowly pumping in and out of my wetness, curling his fingers in a “come here” motion.

my back arches at the pleasure. i moan loudly as he hits my g-spot.

“f-fuck right there matt.” i throw my head back.

he continues his same actions, hitting my g-spot with his fingers with each thrust.

“doing so good for me. so good. such a good girl.” i clench around him at his words.

with that, the fingers that were once going at a moderate pace, quicken. plunging in and out of me with a new speed.

“fuck fuck matt. feels-“ i moan.

“feels good?” he brings a hand to one of my breasts, squeezing it gently through the mesh lace fabric of my bra.

“s-so good matt.” my hands grip the blanket underneath me.

my legs begin to shake uncontrollably, a string of curses falling from my lips.

“matt im close” i whimper.

“i know sweet girl, you got it, cum for me baby” he increases his speed just a bit, pushing into me harder. his finger curling perfectly at my g-spot.

“fuck fuck fuck” i release around his fingers.

“good girl.” he says, pulling his fingers out of me before bringing them to his lips, sucking my juices off of them.

“you did so good for me y/n. so so good. i’m proud of you.” he praises.

i lay beneath him still, my chest rising and falling heavily as i try to catch my breath.

matt walsh across the hall and quickly returns with a wet wash cloth.

he spreads my legs open and begins gently wiping me clean.

“mm too sensitive” i whine as the towel brushes against my swollen clit.

“shit sorry” he apologizes.

once he’s finished, he tosses the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper across his room. he pulls open his dresser drawer and grabs out a pair of sweat pants and boxers.

he walks back over to me and begins helping me get dressed. he pats my thighs signaling for me to lift up my hips so he can pull up the boxers and the pants completely.

once i’m filling clothed, he lays down beside me. “is it your turn now?” i turn to him.

“what do you mean?” he furrows his brows.

“like… do you want something from me now?” i ask.

“no way. i mean, it would be great, but im not letting you do anything for me until i’ve helped you feel pleasure in anyway possible. we’ve got a lot to get through before you even think about pleasuring me.” he tells me.

“if a guy prioritizes his own pleasure over yours, he’s not worth it. he should be making you feel good first.” i nod my head as i listen to him.

“do you want to stay here tonight?” he asks.

“i’d love to.” i whisper, incredibly tired.

who knew an orgasm was so tiring?

matt pulls me into him by my waist, i lay my head on his chest, snuggling into his side as close as i possibly could. my breath becoming slow and steady.

“goodnight y/n/n” he kisses my forehead.

“goodnight matt.” i murmur.

god what have we started.

a/n: AHH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING ANYTHING REMOTELY CLOSE TO SMUT IM SO SORRY IF ITS BAD 😭

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