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[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: KISS & MAKE UP

✩ ‧ ˚. streamer!au: after the breakup, you two decide to make up in the traditional way—by having sex! NSFW

contents: fem!reader. oral (f. recieving), p –> v, teasing, praise, hair pulling (m. recieving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, use of pet names (too many to list here). not proofread bc you couldn't pay me to read all this again. 2.5k words. read this fic beforehand for better understanding of the context, but you don't have to.

author's note: tumblr hates me and that's why the banner quality's trash. if u wanna see the details, click here. anyways the streamer!gojo smut has finally arrived, tagging @satorena @screampied @cultrise, enjoyyy ;)

“did you tell them we’re back together?”

satoru nods in response to your question, plopping down on the couch next to you. he's spent the last hour chatting with his stream, and eventually he broke the news that you and him were back together after the breakup.

“yeah, i did,” he confirms, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. your hands automatically move to his hair and you thread your fingers through the soft white strands, pausing after a couple seconds to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

a week ago, you and satoru had an admittedly messy breakup—not messy in the sense that it got toxic or dramatic, but messy in the way that it could’ve easily been avoided. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but thankfully, you and satoru resolved your misunderstanding within a relatively short time.

since then, things have been a little different—satoru’s been taking a break from streaming, which gave him move time to spend with you and away from his thousands of fans. it was his suggestion, and not surprisingly, it worked. but all good things have to come to an end, and your “honeymoon” away from satoru’s stream seems to be coming to a close.

“something smells good,” satoru notes, lifting his head and glancing at the kitchen. “wait, is that ramen?” your boyfriend gasps, eyes rounding as he looks at you hopefully. 

“yeah, you said you were craving it, so i made some,” you reply with a smile, untangling yourself from his arms and walking over to the kitchen. satoru blows you a flurry of kisses that you see out of the corner of your eye as you check on the ramen, which looks pretty much done.

“y’know, i still haven’t forgiven you for the shit you pulled last week,” you say dryly, turning off the stove and draining the water from the ramen into your sink. the steam rises up as the boiling water slips down into the drain, clouding your face for a moment before it dissipates into thin air. 

“...does that mean i don’t get to eat that ramen?” satoru asks tentatively, a nervous smile on his lips as you empty a packet of flavored powder into the ramen. you shoot him a look and raise an eyebrow, turning back to the stove to hide your smile.

“maybe, maybe not,” you reply coyly, not wanting to give in too soon.

“boo, you whore.”

you roll your eyes and divide the ramen into two bowls, one for you and one for your boyfriend. “you’re lucky i’m too nice to let you starve, regina,” you say pointedly, walking back over to the couch and handing one of the bowls to him, which satoru takes with both hands—a habit from his childhood that never went away. “otherwise you’d be—”

satoru cuts you off by poking your lips with his chopsticks, steaming hot ramen wrapped around them. you reluctantly open your mouth and let him feed you, smiling when he seals the bite with a kiss. 

“best girlfriend ever,” satoru proclaims when he pulls away, a lazy smile playing on his lips. his soft blue eyes study your own, observing your unusually guarded expression and frowning.

“how many times do i gotta apologize for my bullshit before you stop making that face at me?” he grumbles, twirling his chopsticks in his bowl and taking a bite of the ramen. it’s cute how satoru’s face lights up at the taste, and it’s even cuter how his eyes round at you in awe when he takes another bite. “i didn’t know instant ramen could be this good,” he muses, licking any lingering flavor off of his lips.

“very funny, satoru,” you laugh, swirling your chopsticks around the broth and watching the rest of the steam rise from your bowl. “and to answer your question, i don’t really know.”

satoru tilts his head and takes a sip of his water, ice clinking against the side of the glass. when you respond to his question, he pauses and tilts his head in confusion. “...wait, what does that mean?”

you think for a second, choosing your words carefully. “i’m not sure how long it’ll take until we’re back to… normal,” you say cautiously. in all honesty, you weren’t that pissed off at him—you never were. but the fact that satoru was so ready to throw your relationship away over something as small as that was upsetting, to say the least. and you weren’t entirely sure it wouldn’t happen again.

satoru looks at you thoughtfully, more serious than you’ve seen him in a while. you can almost see the gears turning in his head before he replies. “any idea how i can make it up to you?”

you shrug, swallowing another bite of ramen before you meet his eyes. “you tell me. actions speak louder than words.”

your boyfriend drops his chopsticks, letting them clatter around in the bowl before he stands up. he extends a hand to you, a determined glint in his eye. “then lemme prove it to you.”

“satoru, you can’t bribe me with sex.”

“that’s not all i’ll be doing, sweetheart. trust me.”

and that’s how you ended up in his room, hands tangled in satoru’s soft white hair as he eats you out. his tongue laps at your cunt with quick, kitten-like strokes, and he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. “feels s’good, satoru,” you breathe, involuntarily tugging on his hair and dragging out a groan from his lips. “sorry—”

“don’t apologize,” satoru mumbles in reply, nose brushing against your dripping thighs as his tongue slips past your folds and goes in deeper. he looks up and locks eyes with you, unable to resist smiling at the way your legs tremble around him. “aw, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue in and out of your cunt with a grin. “and i’m the one who should be—fuck, you’re gorgeous—apologizing.”

this isn’t the first time satoru’s eaten you out, but it feels like it every single time—somehow, his tongue has a talent of rendering you unable to focus on anything else but him. you grind your hips against satoru’s face, eyes squinted shut as your boyfriend flattens his tongue before lapping your slick up with cloudy eyes. “shit, i don’t know what i’d be without you,” he murmurs, voice low and steady—and something about his tone makes you certain he’s being completely honest with you.

“you’re so—fuck, satoru, i’m gonna cum,” you breathe, back automatically arching when satoru’s tongue reaches that spot inside you. he laughs, and the vibration of the soft sound against your puffy, sensitive cunt almost makes your legs give out—but thankfully, satoru’s hands are secured around your thighs, holding you in place. “‘toru, i can’t—”

“yeah, y’can, just relax that pretty pussy for me,” he cooes, licking up the slick dripping down his chin. “c’mon, you’re doing so good f’me, keep going, baby.” and just like that, his tongue slips out of your cunt and he lets you cum—the sheer force of your orgasm hits you like a truck, and your hips roll against satoru’s face in a choppy rhythm as you desperately ride it out, hands gripping and accidentally yanking his hair.

you stutter out his name a couple more times, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of satoru’s mouth on your sensitive, gushing pussy. your boyfriend praises you the whole way, gently murmuring soft words about how sweet you are for letting him taste you, even while your relationship was rocky. when your voice steadies enough for satoru to make out what you’re begging him to do, he’s not at all surprised to hear you plea for him to fuck you—so stands up and tugs you down onto his bed, hand intertwined with yours as he pulls the sheets over your bodies. 

you squeeze satoru’s hand and lean in to kiss him, chest still heaving from your earlier orgasm. naturally, you miss his lips and end up kissing the side of his face, which is flushed bright red from the way his body reacts to the taste of your pussy. “don’t ever leave me like that again,” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes for some reason—maybe it’s the lovesick way satoru looks at you, or maybe it’s the way he’s holding onto you like there’s no place he’d rather be.

“i won’t,” satoru promises, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead and pulling your head into his chest. his lips touch the top of your head as he murmurs, “and if i do, shoot me.” it sounds like a joke, but you both know that he’s dead serious.

“good thing i won’t have to do that,” you say with a soft giggle. your smile is heart-achingly familiar to satoru, and it feels like home—and that’s the realization that has him stripping off what little clothing the two of you still have on before he climbs on top of you. 

satoru touches the tip of his dick to your pussy, waiting for your nod to allow him to go in all the way. after a second, you dip your chin and trail your fingers down satoru’s jaw, grabbing his chin and pulling him down into another kiss. his lips linger for a couple seconds, still-minty breath tickling your face, before he pulls away. satoru slowly lowers his hips and nudges his dick inside of your desperate cunt, hands resting on either side of you.

even though it’s only been a little over a week since you last had sex with satoru, it feels like it’s been forever—your boyfriend curses when he feels how tight you are, mumbling something about missing you “so fucking much” as he goes in deeper and deeper. it hurts a little at first, but you quickly get used to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“fuckin’ hell, i’m never gonna get tired of this,” satoru breathes, dipping his head and kissing your collarbone. a single drop of sweat drips down the side of his face as he watches you squirm, eyes soft and endearing as you do so. he starts rolling his hips back and forth against you to loosen you up a little, dragging out soft moans from you as he does so. 

“yeah, you better not,” you mutter, tilting your head back and drawing in a long breath of air. you can’t remember the last time you felt this good—maybe it was the last time satoru fucked you. “satoru, y’re going so slow—”

your boyfriend cuts you off with a particularly harsh thrust, making your body jolt against his mattress. satoru lifts his head and looks you in the eye, a breathy laugh slipping out of him when he sees the pout on your lips. “the fuck you mean, i’m going slow? you want me to tear you apart? silly girl,” he tuts, back to his usual cocky self. he shakes his head and goes deep enough in you to force you to arch your back, starting to grin at the way you paw at his chest. “always so selfish, aren’t you?” he cooes, dipping his head and giving you a sloppy kiss on the forehead. “but you’re always—so—fuckin’—sweet,” satoru whispers, punctuating each word with a thrust hard enough for you to moan out his name more times than you can count.

“you’re the selfish one,” you mumble, lips trembling enough to muffle your voice. satoru huffs out a sigh and kisses your mouth, teeth gently brushing against your bottom lip. “you broke up with me for no reason,” you continue, tears pricking at your eyes again. “you think i’m gonna forgive you this fast?” 

satoru shakes his head again and caresses the side of your face. “will you?” he asks, slowing his pace enough for you to notice. you mutter something about him edging you on purpose, to which satoru shushes you and repeats his question.

“maybe.”

“you gotta stop giving me maybe’s, baby—y’re drivin’ me crazy here.”

in the past week, satoru’s done so much for you, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. on the day after your breakup, he picked you up from your house and took you for a picnic entirely curated by him. on the second day, he made you breakfast, lunch and dinner—it wasn’t the best food you ever had, but it was definitely the most memorable (in more ways than one). on the third day, he took you out to your favorite amusement park and did everything he could to make you smile—by then, you had pretty much forgiven him, and the giant teddy bear he dropped in your bedroom only made you love him more. the rest of the days were filled with longing glances and little gifts left around your house, which only helped him earn more and more of you back.

so, you figure that satoru deserves what comes next.

“okay,” you whisper. 

satoru’s eyes widen and he hesitates before he tentatively asks, “does this mean—”

you don’t let him finish his question, instead grabbing his face and tugging him down into a full kiss. he lets out a soft hm? in surprise, but kisses you back more than gratefully. “c’mon, make me cum,” you breathe when he finally pulls away. satoru nods dazedly and mouths “i love you” before he goes back in you, pace faster than before.

one of his hands snakes down to your waist, holding it in pace while the other caresses your face. you gaze up at him with a soft smile, eyes fluttering open and closed every time his dick hits your sweet spot—which is more times than your body can handle, but you welcome the feeling of him deep inside of you. after barely a couple thrusts, a coil forms in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with each movement of satoru’s hips. 

satoru laughs, chest heaving as he grins down at you cheekily. “i knew you’d forgive me,” he murmurs, pinching your cheek affectionately. “m’ so sorry—”

“shut up and fuck me,” you interrupt, tongue starting to loll out of your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming all over satoru’s dick. 

“as you wish, princess.”

satoru’s breathing slowly changes, becoming more choppy and uneven the closer you watch him get to his high—it’s so, so close for both of you, and when it comes, it takes over both of your minds like a drug. satoru curses and groans out your name, thrusts growing sloppy as he desperately rides out his orgasm. cum shoots out from his dick and coats the inside of your cunt white, dripping out once you physically can’t take any more.

you run your hands all over satoru’s body, clawing and gripping at every inch of skin you can latch onto—satoru’s always been your anchor, and you hope that he always will be. one of his hands leaves the side of your face and tangles with your fingers, holding it down against the mattress as he promises to never screw you over like that again, and you’re only too welcoming to him and his words as you squirt all over his dick. “fuck, satoru—”

he lifts his eyes and meets your own, and unlike you, his vision is clearer than ever. “shoot me if i ever leave you again, baby. i’m serious.”

you raise a shaky hand and touch the side of his face, eyes fluttering shut as you murmur, “i know i won’t have to.”

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[sunflowersteves]

hey love!! if you're still taking miggy requests, can I request Miguel and short reader? (like 5ft)

He's being his usual grumpy self, but every time he sees them clambering on the counter to reach something high up or grabbing a chair to reach a high place, his stern expression just breaks and he usually covers his face to hide his amusement.

He also teases them for being short and if their romantically involved he definitely uses his height to his advantage to make them weak in the knees /.\

Or whatever you come up with it! 💕

Thank you!

tarren my love, i squealed when i saw u requested something of miguel. as a five foot zero inches girly pop, i was MADE to make this fic

warnings || reader is short, height differences, fluff, making out

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Miguel let out a long sigh as he closed the door to your shared apartment. It was well into the evening—11:45 pm, as it read on the clock, to be exact.

He could feel the rage and anger that still sizzled through his veins. Today was hard. Today was a shit-tastic day and was full of fuck ups upon fuck ups.

So, he probably slammed the door much louder than he anticipated. The sound made you jump in the kitchen, startled by the booming sound.

You were so engrossed with checking the oven that you hadn’t even looked up at the clock in over an hour. A smile slowly crept up onto your cheeks, though. You knew that particular sound.

“In here, baby.” You called. Your voice echoed across the apartment, and it seemed to put him into a trance.

He slowly sauntered into the spacious kitchen. He could almost feel how all of his ire had prodded its way through every single step he was taking.

It felt heavy. All of it felt so heavy.

He walked through the doorframe, huffing out a breath, and then immediately stopped in his tracks at the sight his eyes took in.

You had been baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies before he got home. It was supposed to be a surprise—and supposed to be done—but you had forgotten one ingredient.

Salt. You always put extra flakey sea salt on top of the gooey chocolate cookies. Then, to your dismay, the salt that you had needed was unfortunately on the very tippy top of the biggest cabinet in the kitchen. You were on the highest part of your tippy toes, and an arm stretched out as far as it could reach.

Miguel’s entire anger dissolved at that very second. You gave out a quick huff before stretching out your fingers just a little bit more.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t grow any inches.

Miguel smiled. He turned his head, and he smiled. His lips curled at your continuous attempts to reach the salt.

It was so fucking cute. He swore his heart could burst. Little did you know that you were the only one that could truly do this to him. He had to turn his head to look away from you before he burst out laughing.

“Let me get that.”

You could feel him hover behind you. His tall stature sent shivers down your spine. Your head didn’t even reach the middle of his pecks, and god, did he relish this.

He loved the way your body curled up against his—so small and so perfect. He loved the way your hand just about fit his palm (he might have been a bit dramatic, here, but still).

He pressed his chest up against your body. You gasped at the full pressure of his chest and hardened stomach up against your back. His arm followed your own, and his hand brushed up against your fingers. Your whole body felt like it was going to catch on fire. You were so sure.

“I’ve always got you, sweet thing.” He says before swiftly taking the salt down.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You were too dazed to do anything for just a moment. As if knowing that, he smirked.

“Next time, I’ll just get the stool.” You say more to yourself. God, he was so distracting. It was insane.

He scoffed. He was not going to tell you that he had gotten rid of all of the stools and ladders in the apartment. “Why need a stool when you have me?”

~

“Should we go to bed, baby?” You ask after finishing the last cookie you had set aside. Miguel’s favorite was always right after they came out of the oven. He liked them hot and gooey.

His eyes locked with yours. “I don’t know, sweet thing. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the thought. “What do you mean?”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Miguel is standing up. With habit, you’re standing upright with him.

He just smirks. He knew you’d follow him.

He immediately towers over you—dominating—and staring intensely into your eyes. “You missed something when I got home.”

You blinked. You blinked again. Your mind was blank.

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s quickly crowding your space. Your mouth quickly snapped closed, and your breath shallowed at how large he is.

Now, he’s pushing you, ever so slowly, to the nearest wall. “You forgot to greet me with a kiss, hmm?” He chuckled darkly into your ear. “How could you forget?”

He takes your wrists and traps them against his large hands, and places them above your head. He pressed hot, wet kisses on your jaw and they start to lean down to your neck.

“Look at you. I haven’t even said anything, and you’re already a puddle.” You open your mouth again, but nothing can come out.

Your mind is blank, and all thoughts and feelings are rushing about the man in front of you. He was just so tall.

His lips crashed against your own and it took all of the breath out of your lungs. His tongue swirled against your own, and his hand squeezed the base of your wrist.

Your lips molded against one another as he nipped and sucked. It was heavenly. He was heavenly as his body seemed to press further into you and the wall.

He bit against your lip and pulled back, but before you could even react with a small moan, his lips are back onto yours in full force. His smooth lips caressing each and every part of you.

Suddenly, his lips disconnect from yours. He takes a good look at you and smiled. You were entirely kiss-drunk on him. Your lips were swollen. Your chest was heaving up and down. Your eyes were completely hazy.

It was a sight to see.

“Let’s get ready for bed, querida, yeah?” Your body was screaming at you for letting his arms detangle from your body.

His whole form sauntered off, and you were left there by yourself, flushed up against the wall. Your chest heaved up and down—reeling in the feeling of his body pressed up against yours.

You never wanted that feeling to go away.

“Yeah. Bed.” You whispered—the biggest smile spreading across your cheeks. Every night, his large arms wrapped around your shoulders and stomach. You would sleep like that all night.

“Bed sounds good.”

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[daenysthedreamersblog]

LOVE YOUR WRITING OMG, scariest yet most sexiest things I have ever read.

I have a request if you’re doing them.

Basically Coriolanus has liked this new girl for awhile at the academy and she came off to him as like innocent and shit. Until he walked into a supposedly empty classroom where a teacher was fucking her from behind. He films it as evidence and essentially blackmails the teacher whilst saving her from a possible sexual attack?

Only now he has that evidence, he can use it against her too.

totally don’t use this if you don’t wanna obv but I thought I’d try🤷‍♀️

idk if i understood the assignment bc i started writing and it took on a life of its own but i hope u still enjoy it 🥲

warnings: MDNI! smut, attempted sa, coercion, blackmail

He likes the way you twirl your hair around your finger.

He likes when you flip it over your shoulder and the smell hits him in the face, the way your neck is bared for him, how your pulse thumps under skin.

He likes holding the door open for you, how you smile up at him as you walk by, the blush on your cheeks, the small thanks you give him.

You're just so...cute, so modest and unexposed, that even the sight of your ankles peeping out makes him hard, the innocent color staining your face when he accidentally taps your shoulder to pretend he needs help finding something in the library.

He likes watching you, stalking you, whatever you wanted to call it he didn't care. He wanted you in some form, whatever you would give him he wanted it. You were a soft feathered dream, a fantasized version of every thing he had ever wanted in life.

That was just the light hearted yearning.

He knew you cunt would taste like sweet honey, as soft as a rose petal wrapping around his cock. He came too many times in his hand, multiple times a day imagining it, imagining you under him squirming and crying out for him. You were a virgin, you had to be, no whore would dress, act the way you did. There was simply no way, and Coriolanus would take you in, show you pleasure the made you cheeks burn with want, whimper out your desire for him...only him.

He just needed to get you alone somehow.

He stays after classes, pretending to be working in the library while he watches you do the same. After a while though, you leave disappearing deep in to the academy when you should have headed home. He waits a minute before following wherever you got off it, but the noise stops him.

"Please." His pants grow tight at the pathetic sound of your voice, begging. He crept closer, "I can't fail...my parents..."

Coriolanus sees you through the sliver of a door, sees you standing in front of your teacher clutching a paper, sees your scumbag of a teacher eyeing you in a way Coriolanus reserved for himself, the facade crumbling out from under his feet.

There was no way.

But then your teacher runs a hand over his mouth before leaning forward, "What are you willing to do for it?"

"Anything," You breath like the naive little girl you were and Coriolanus knows what he has to do.

He needs to have this, for himself of course, no that sounds wrong, to help you. Surely your teacher was coercing you into this and he needed to save you. His poor innocent girl being taken advantage of, no he won't have that. So he decided to film it.

"Take off your shirt."

You don't even act surprised as your fingers go to the buttons on your academy uniform slowly, shakily working your way down. Your teacher already has his dick out running slimy fingers down the minuscule thing while you shrug off your shirt.

"Bra too." You hesitate but reach behind and unclasp it letting it fall onto the floor, bare back muscles tense. "Now your pants."

"I..." You stammer out as he gets to his feet to come behind you.

He runs a finger down your skin, "You said you'd do anything to pass..." He slams you down onto the desk your surprised cry making Coriolanus's own cock twitch.

Coriolanus has enough, and he's done letting him touch you, so he barges in. "Get off of her." He knew he looked so gallant barging into the room to save you as your teacher stumbled back.

"It's not what it looks like." He stammered out, "She came onto me."

He wiggled the camera, "Seems I have proof otherwise."

Your teacher's eyes go wide, "Please."

"Leave her alone." He glared shrugging off his jacket and placing it over your bare shoulders feeling you shrink into his side, your daring prince. "And you will pass her...or else."

He gritted his teeth, "Fine." Then he's slinking out of the classroom slamming the door behind him.

"Thank you," Your soft voice says from beside him. "It's my own fault truly..."

Coriolanus grabs you by the shoulders to turn you to face him, "You could have come to me for help with school."

You blink up at him, eyes wet, "I didn't think-!"

"I know." He hands come around your face, "You didn't think." His thumb trails across you pouting bottom lip, eyes finally glancing down at your exposed body, your breast peaking out behind his borrowed jacket, and what once was hidden is on full display for him. You're there, right there under his palm, ripe for the taking, so he does sliding his hand down, slipping it into the jacket to splay his hand along your bare skin. "You've been a bad girl." He pushes the fabric back exposing you more cool air perking up your nipples, "Whoring yourself out to your teacher instead of coming to me, letting him look at you, touch you...you're so lucky I was there to save you."

You take a sharp breath as his thumb brushes the underside of your breast. "What are you going to do with the tape Coriolanus?"

"I could show the whole school, show your parents that they raised a little slut." His thumb passes over your nipple and you shudder, the movement pushing your body closer. "Or I could tuck it away somewhere safe where no one but me will see it." Your eyes quiver not looking away from his face as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. "Look at you, letting me do whatever I want to you..." Have you wanted him this whole time too? You must have if you weren't stopping him, must have thought about him just as much as the pink color stains your cheeks. He pushed the jacket off your shoulders letting it fall to the floor running a finger down your naked spin, arching your back, pushing your breast into his chest.

He dips down and kisses your lips feeling the lack of your return. "What do you want Coriolanus?" You mutter out as he kisses your jaw, your neck one hand kneading your breast, the other tightening on your waist. You knew what he wanted, why were you making him say it?

"Isn't it obvious?" He walks you back, pressing you into the desk hard cock digging into you.

He gazes down at you, at your parted lips, at the vacant angry stare glazing over your eyes. "Fine."

You bend at the knees to go to the ground in front of him unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out. You stroke a soft hand down the length of him swirling around the tip to gather precum before pumping you hand along his cock. Your lips press to the tip, you took a breath, and then open wide to suck him back. "Fuck." He groaned out at the softness of your mouth, the warmth of you. And because he can, he records this too. You take him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of your throat, tongue darting out to lick the underside of him, and he realizes you aren't as pure and innocent as he thought his hand gripping your face harder. "You like sucking my cock don't you." You don't answer just pull back to bob up and down his length, hand swirling around what can't fit. He groans hand coming under your chin feel spit spill out as you glide along his cock. "Such a whore for it. Was this your plan all along?"

Teeth graze him in answer, he laughs hips jutting out to shove himself deeper as you gag. You could believe your own ruse if you wanted, but he knew better. You wouldn't have taken him so willingly if you didn't want him, wouldn't suck his cock so good if you didn't want it.

Your tongue swirls around the head, sucking in your cheeks as you glide down him one last time before he's spilling down your throat. You stay there for a moment with his twitching cock in your mouth as you blink up at him. Then you pop off him climbing to your feet, "Coriolanus."

"Mhm," He watches the small trail of cum leaking out of the corner of your mouth.

"Are you going to get rid of the tape now?"

His hands go up, knuckle collecting the cum, before he shoves it back in your mouth. "No." He said tucking his dick back into his pants. "You'll leave me if I do." He takes your face in his hand caressing your tear streaked red face, "Come on I'll walk you home." You glare up at him as he smirks, "Never know what kind of creeps are out there."

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hi. literally JUST found your blog. dude i read both parts of you older man eddie fix and let’s just say i’m fucking LOSING IT. LITERALLG LOSING IT. OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD KFKSKFKGKGKDKKGGK PLEASE NEVER STOP

AND MAKE A THIRD PART OF OLDER!EDDIE WHERE THEY GO ON A DATE PLS PLS PLS IM DESPRATE

bABES I GOT U. TY SO MUCH y’all r nasty. also, sorry for the wait, i have conflicts with my schedule this week and i am currently vv busy. <3

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader pt. 3

a wonderful date and splendid fucking? also i’d like to clarify that reader here is about 22 and eddie is 32. so it’s set in 1998. ;>

—> pt. 1 , pt. 2

nsfw/smut under the cut

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your feet carries you to the other side of the road, heart pounding and thoughts yearning. the streets were dark, only the post-lights illuminating the whole block.

it’s been exactly 5 days since the little horny incident inside of your room. shameful it felt but you didn’t give a shit. and for 5 days without your parents home, you got the whole trailer for yourself— including inviting eddie in to bless your room. the sheets smelled like him, heavy scent of sex and cologne mixed in the sheets alongside the cigar smoke, and maybe a little bit of weed. you warned him not to stain your sheets again when he‘s showing up in his work overalls. he mostly stayed through the night, he had work in the morning through night, so you were sometimes left alone to wake up seeing him leave.

and here you are, heading straight to his mechanic shop just near from the movie rental store, family video. he had informed you a while ago in the morning as he was about to leave, that he’ll take you on the date today he promised after work. you were giddy, feeling like a teenager again. you agreed, shyly kissing him goodbye, as if you’re a couple— you hoped. of course, you craved more than that fantastic sex, everything seemed to click whenever the post-sex conversation comes around. you, cuddling in his arms, talking about everything with him.

your eyes sparkled seeing him now in your view, talking with a customer, chief jim hopper you recognized. eddie looked extra good, cloth thrown over his shoulder. smiling at the older man with his arms crossed, sweat still glistening on his arms, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he hadn’t shaved, the prominent stubble on his face showing. you grinned, waiting bit until they’re done to surprise him.

“done me a good fix-up again, munson. can’t thank you enough. joyce’s been itching me to get this oil changed.”

“no problem, chief. happy to help.” he smiled, waving off to his last customer seeing the chief leave with the fixed truck, knowing the byers-hoppers family is waiting for him.

now all he needed to do was clean up and close the shop. eager to get back to you so he can finally fucking get you on that date. he rounded to the back of the garage, tired as ever as he wiped the cloth on his greasy hands, tossing back the cloth next to the unorganized set of tools on the shelf. not noticing your light steps as you entered inside, the smell of rubber and gas in the air, making your nose scrunch. eddie was still busy putting things back, certainly annoyed of the clutter he had created throughout.

“gonna need that fucking cleaned, ah shit—“ he sighed to himself, picking up a plier on the floor. suddenly, a tap on his shoulder caught him off-guard as he swiftly turned around, not expecting anyone as he was about to hit the intruder with the pliers he was holding, he stopped.

it was you.

“baby.” he sighed, seeing you smile. “i thought i was gonna get jumped.”

“defending yourself with pliers, mr. munson?” you teased seeing his hand still raised in the air with the mini pliers. he looked intimidating enough you guessed, if he was going to hit an intruder with it.eddie rolled his eyes at you as he sets the tool down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. you leaned into his touch eagerly.

“could poke their eyes out and shit. that little thing is sharp.” he grinned boyishly as the stubble of his chin tickled you how close he is to your face, he looked into your eyes, raising a brow at your sudden visit.

“thought i said i’d pick you up after my work?”

“s-sorry, i got a little excited. just wanna surprise you.” you bashfully mumbled. his heart thumped hearing that.

“for our date, ey?” he teased, kissing you again, on the lips this time. you whined against his mouth as he chuckled, mumbling against your lips. “you just couldn’t even fucking wait.”

“i missed you.” you whispered, circling your arms around his neck. eddie let out a low chuckle seeing you so desperate for his touch. he did missed you too, all day he’s been thinking what he’ll spoil you tonight for the date. his motor-grease stained hands dropped to his sides, a little cautious now, afraid he’s gonna get you dirty.

“as much as i would love to hold you, sweetheart. ‘m kinda greasy.” he whispers, kissing your cheek again. you huffed, visibly riled up as he stepped back with a smirk.

“i don’t mind a little grease…” you quipped, still a little shy as checked him out, leaning against the car behind you. gaze suggestive. he swore he might’ve pounced on you here and then.

“nu-uh, i’m not gonna fuck you here. it’ll be bad for business.” he chuckled, you blushed, rolling your eyes seeing him so smug as he unbuttons his overalls. familiar white tank top showing underneath as eddie busied himself in cleaning himself up in front of you. your eyes focused on him. mainly on his bulging arms, littered with tattoos over the years, you guessed. his biceps were mainly the killer part of his body you so adored, he’s buff, probably from lifting heavy objects in his profession, maybe working out from time to time.

he just looks like a fucking metal dilf.

well he’s not… yet. but, you could certainly make him one, if you could afford a child. that would be a thought you’d consider as you bit your lip, still checking him out.

“if you’re gonna keep staring like that. i might just make it true, sweets.” he warned, feeling himself harden each second seeing you innocently bat your eyelashes to him. “don’t wanna miss our date.” he added.

“you’re unfair.” you pouted making him laugh as he shrugged off the sleeves of his overalls, tying it to his waist as neared towards you, offering a cheeky smile.

“go wait by the van. i won’t be too long.” he murmured, kissing you again as you hummed and nodded. he kissed the tip of your nose before you complied. your scent leaving behind as he stared at your ass before he quickly changed back to get on with it already. hitting something along the way.

you could hear his clumsiness back in the garage. you giggled, waiting by his van for a couple of minutes. the ache in your legs a bit annoying, but you learned to be patient, knowing it’ll get what you want in the end. eddie was practically jogging towards you, seeing his hair still nestled in the collar of printed tee he wore, probably a band merch and a slutty pair of tight ripped jeans with chains dangling complimenting his whole intimidating persona, plus the scruff facial hair. he looked delectable.

“ready for your world to be rocked?” he opens the passenger side for you.

“as ever.” you nodded, fixing his hair a bit as you eagerly hopped in his van.

the start of the date was spectacular. he took you out to a diner, he was a little insecure knowing a diner wasn’t that of a fancy first date basis. but you didn’t cared, as long as you get to be with him then everywhere with him is fine. you talked, a lot, and he as well. you got to know that he actually has an uncle living in the neighborhood, just that he had move out a couple years ago with him having a stable business. most of his friends are still in hawkins, you also got to know about the incident back in ‘86 before the supposed earthquake happened.

“so you were eddie the freak.” you quoted, shocked and somewhat sad that he had such a bad reputation in this small town back then. “that’s so horrible.”

eddie winced at that. “took them years for that title to get it out of their mouths.” he shrugged, looking somewhat sad now. “but the charges dropped. i’m a free man now since then, sweetheart. people learn to forget.”

“still.” you frowned, knowing how fucked up he must felt for the whole town to blame him for a murder he didn’t do. “that must’ve been hard on you. having the whole hawkins call you that.”

“somewhat.” he nodded bitterly then smiling widely seeing you pout so cute, knowing your empathy.

“don’t go being sad for me, sweets. wanna see you happy.” he grasped your hand, bringing it close to his lips as he kissed it. “it’s all in the past.”

“would’ve defended you back then.” you sighed, giving a small smile.

“and you were 10 back then.” he sipped his milkshake, smirking as your eyes widened.

“don’t r-remind me that!” you huffed and blushed, the age gap between you two wasn’t a big deal for eddie, you were both consenting adults. but he somehow liked to tease you how you got charmed by his old-ass. even though he looked like a intimidating middle-aged man, you got to learn he had a boyish side of him that fitted his personality perfectly. he’s still eddie from ‘86, just a little matured, old and hotter.

and here the two of you are, laying down on his couch this time, watching a movie on the t.v. hocus pocus playing through. your whole body was snuggled up against his, warmth radiating from him. he took a shower, complaining he ought to smell good before you latch on him. he smelled good, his hair was slightly damp, he had a cigarette on his lips as he lazily took a whiff from time to time, focusing on the screen.

dilf. you screamed in the inside, how the fuck were you so lucky right now? your eyes hungrily glanced at him slyly. you weren’t really paying attention to the movie from the start, you just knew ‘i put a spell on you’ was playing, focused on the man snuggled up against you. eddie wasn’t that oblivious as he puffed a smoke away, speaking up.

“you really do have a staring problem, don’t you?”

“h-hm?” you averted your gaze from him to o the screen, thighs clenching, his hand on your thigh squeezed tight as you wiggled at his touch. eddie leaned down to place a kiss on your jaw, the residue smell of the cigar on his mouth a nice seductive touch. you keened at it, giggling as he descended down to your neck, peppering kisses.

“eddie.” you whined, feeling him nip your neck, as winifred sanderson sung the chorus in the background. your neck craned to give him access as eddie chuckled against your soft skin, latching away as he stubbed his cigar on the ashtray.

“you’ve been eye-fucking me all day, sweetheart.” he casually says, pulling you close.

“weren’t you the one who started that first?” you challenged, implying on the eye-fucking, remembering the time he had fixed your dad’s car, you were there, sitting patiently beside your dad while he sent you teasing glances from time to time. he was bold to do that while you were literally beside your father, blushing furiously at it.

“well, yeah.” he rolled his eyes, the smug grin on his lips never fading. “but look at what that did now. i got you.” he cooed, covering your neck with kisses again, making you ticklish when his lips grazed that sweet spot. he peppered more on that.

“you’re i-infuriating.”

“and you’re a fucking vixen.” he growled. “since that day you invited me in, that innocent persona of yours was gone, huh?” he pushed you down the couch as he towered over you, the ache in his jeans too painful. “you just couldn’t even wait now. so impatient, sweetheart. fucking greedy.”

“eddie, please—“ you squealed as he ripped off the bottom of your clothes, getting you in your underwear as he shrugged off your top as quickly as possible. almost ripping the cloths. he threw them away somewhere as he basked in the bareness of your torso and your legs. the marks he left yesterday still prominent on your soft skin. his tongue stuck out of habit as he reached for the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. you whimpered seeing his bare chest, chest hair prominent, his pale skin littered with tattoos and fading scars you’ve noticed yet did not pester to ask him about those. his guitar pick necklace rest beautifully on his pecks.

“be quiet.” he shushed you, gesturing to take your bra off. you complied, arching your back a bit as you unclasped it, your breasts bouncing out of it’s confines.

“jesus.” he muttered seeing your plumps of flesh jiggle before him as you tossed the bra away, setting back down on the couch comfortably. he grinned, descending down as you opened your legs eagerly for him. his hands touched your thighs, mounding the plump flesh as he kissed your knee then downwards. the stubble of his chin tickling you as you giggled at it.

“your beard’s tickling me.” you huffed, mixing with pleasure as eddie ignored you, focused on the wet patch on your cotton panties. wet and waiting for him.

“yeah, you fucking like it.” he quipped, curling his fingers on the hem of it as he roughly pulled it down to your ankles. your eyes widened as your bare cunt hit the cold air, eddie chuckled seeing you wriggle, he sat back down as he kissed your inner thigh, looking straight back at you with eager eyes. you blinked seeing him smirk.

“eddie…”

“be quiet while i eat your pussy out. wouldn’t want our christian neighbors hearing us.” he warned, diving in between your legs with no further warning. you squealed quietly feeling his tongue lap your wet cunt.

he ate you out like a man starved off his last meal. he was messy, so sloppy with his tongue circling your clit, sucking the engorged bead in his mouth, moaning at the same time with your tang taste. the vibrations sent pleasure all over your body as your hands gripped his curly hair. he groaned at the harsh pull, liking the way your thighs were squeezing his head. he could die like this, an honorable man’s death, dying between your legs and breathing in your pussy out like oxygen. god, would it make him more than happy. he lapped, sucked, shoved his fingers in to ready your cunt. eager to shove his whole cock in, remembering seeing your face of pleasure as he slurped your cunt out. he fumbled with jeans now as your quiet whimpers and moans riled him up.

he wasn’t going to hold back now.

“f-fuck!” you mumbled in the cushion of his couch. gripping the weed-scented cushion tight as your knees gave out a while ago. after he fucking ate you out, coaxing at least one powerful orgasm, he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, shoving his cock in, a little rougher but still slow to not hurt you. he fucked you from behind, hands gripping your ass, the sound of skin slapping lewdly filling his trailer.

“eddie, right t-there!” you gasped, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot making you see stars as your hand descended down to rub your clit.

eddie grinned. “right there, huh?” he mocked, pounding in harder as he shoved your hand away for his to replace, rubbing your wet bean faster. you sobbed, relishing the way his girth of a cock pound into with no mercy. you mewled, chanting his name like a prayer. your head went mushy, all you could feel and think about was his member, abusing your poor pussy as you babbled your mouth out, managing to keep it hush. eddie craved for your fucked-out brain, so cock-drunk as he is so pussy-drunk now. that title of his spewing out of your mouth now driving him wild.

“mr. munson…”

he shuddered.

“mr. munson, p-please.”

he remembers the first time you uttered that name out. like a aphrodisiac he so wanted to lure him in.

“mr. munson!”

like a fucking siren’s song that’ll drown him here and now.

“eddie—“

that one quiet whimper got him into a frenzy as he fucked himself faster, feeling his balls tighten as well as your cunt around him. he rubbed your clit, his chest pressing against your back, one arm situated at the side of your head for leverage, rutting into ruthlessly as he captured your lips, not caring if his neck would sore. you moaned, titling your head up uncomfortably, hand gripping his bicep, tongue circling with his as one last thrust sent you two over the edge to—

pure fucking euphoria.

eddie rode it out, driving your orgasm high as you milked him tight. your belly snapped, gushing out a bit of your liquid as he pumped you up full of his thick milky cum. you moaned as he grunted, pushing his cock in further, before he removed his hand from your clit, slumping against your body as his mouth panted against yours. you sighed breathlessly, your eyes fluttered staring at his brown ones. just pure affection.

“so g-good, baby. did so good.” he whispered hoarsely, kissing you again, soft and gentle this time. you hummed, reciprocating with ease. your bodies were hot against each other, sweat glistening both your skins. you kissed him so full of passion as you smiled against his lips. your heart thumped, the familiar feelings of butterflies as you pulled away to pressed your forehead to his. relishing the moment of the aftermath. his cock still buried inside you, connecting you two.

“thank you.” you mumbled, pecking his lips, thankful for the date and all. eddie smiled sweetly, his pearls showing briefly as the tip of his nose brushed against yours. something snapped in the moment as his gaze turned serious. the sound of the car in the background earning your attention as you focused on him. he looked like he was about to confess.

he stuttered, heart beating loudly as he admired you, chest full of adoration. “i l—“

“where in the hell is y/n at!?” your eyes both widened at the sound of your father’s voice. you gasped as you looked at eddie with complete shock, cock still buried in your pussy as your parents just fucking arrived back from their anniversary vacation.

“oh fuck.” you groaned as eddie let out a laugh. you glared at him as you squeezed him tight making him groan. putting his whole body weight on you as you yelled at him.

“ohh, fuck indeed, sweetheart.”

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FUCK. literally. they fuck a lot.

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Same For You (5) : Changing Roads

Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...

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a/n: here it issssss as promise.... managed to sort out the timeline error i made, part 6 is ready to post and by god its a good'n, i'll be posting it once this has 100 notes. Let me know what you think :) thank u for all the support so far, i love you all! - Lou

Her dark green guitar sat in its case as she carried it down the streets of London, eyes flicking in-between her phone and the cobblestones below her. She was trying not to trip over her feet as she walked faster than her feet would usually allow her. It was cold in London, but the sun was cutting through the clouds, soft rays hitting the ground below her, illuminating the dark stone floor. Crisp leaves of orange and brown and yellow, gently glided beneath her as her feet moved. When her shoes would fall against them they'd make a delightful crunch and she'd unknowingly smile at the sound.

Her phone rings in her hand, she smiles as she reads the name Matty put in her phone, rolling her eyes and reminding herself to change it (if not just to annoy him) she quickly picks up.

"Everything okay love?" She hears on the other side of the line, he sounds worried and she pulls the phone away from her ear, checking the time.

Shit, she was 15 minutes late.

Her happy bubble that this time of year created burst around her and pressure and anxiety crept in.

"Yeah yeah, um all good....I'm so sorry, I'm running late, I thought I'd walk instead of getting an Uber but... I'm a bit lost" she says, looking around her, trying to find something that would tell her where she was.

"Hey love it's okay. Just breathe okay? Send me your location, I'll come find you" he says. He finds her just over 5 minutes later, and she feels her nerves ease when she sees him.

He's dressed the most casually she's seen him so far, adorning a pair of black jeans and a black knit jumper, his hair not tamed by gel and sitting unruly on the top of his head. Of course he has a fag in hand, smiling as he walks towards her, he throws the cigarette to the floor a few steps away from her, opening his arms when he's closer.

She places her guitar case down and steps into his arms, sighing happily when he hugs her tightly. Her eyes squeeze shut, just wanting to be present with him, to be swept away in Matty, shutting the world out for a few moments.

"Hi sweetheart" he says, pulling back when he's done hugging her, still holding onto her shoulders gently. She wears a pair of blue wide leg denim jeans and she's wearing his hoodie under a long leather coat, which makes him smile widely. His mind floods with images of her, in his house, adorning that same hoodie or one similar, in his mind he's able to step forward and pick her up, her legs would hook around his waist as he spun her, she'd giggle and she'd pull away, and maybe... maybe she'd lean down and kiss him.

He forces the thought to the back of his mind, reminding himself that he couldn't think that way. It doesn't stop him from saying part of what was on his mind.

"Well don't you look adorable" he says making her smile. She looks down at the jumper, hands moving to tug at the hem of it.

"I figured wearing it was easier than carrying it" she explains and he nods. He watches as her eyes flick to his hair and she shows a toothy grin.

"I like this" she reaches her hand up to his hair, palm flat as she moves it across his hair, making him chuckle. She was surprised to feel how soft his hair was. He simply smiles, he doesn't thank her, his smile says it for him.

"Studio is this way, the guys will be joining us a little later" he says and she nods, he picks up the case for her, leading the way to the studio. The trip there isn't too far, a few twists and turns away and they're walking up the steps of the studio. Matty types in the code, allowing them into the building and he leads her upstairs into their own private room.

"I can take your coat if you'd like, it gets quite warm in here" Matty extends his hand, hoping she'd give it to him so he could see her clad in his jumper again. He can't help but smile widely as she slips it off and hands it to him, quickly retrieving her phone from the pocket before he takes it away.

He's in awe of her as she walks around the room, mumbling the name of the items, even the makes of some, standing before the microphone and gasping. He's entranced by the way he hair drifts behind her, as if it is failing to catch up with her movements. He finds the way her face holds a cute little smile endearing. He looks at her and he feels like he's known her for a lifetime.

"This is some fancy shit" he laughs at her words, coming to stand closer to her, overwhelmed by the way her scent occupies all of him, all his senses and the deep corners of his mind, she creeps in with it, seeping into his pores without an ounce of knowing... Unaware that she's doing it. But by god does she do it. She takes up all of him, and the guilt that befalls his being is too much of a burden to carry, so he pushes it down slightly (a lot), with the argument that he will deal with it later. The thought of how Ross would feel about this can be dealt with later. He knew his best friend and it was obvious he fancied her.

Did that make him a bad friend? He thinks, later he thinks.

"We only work with the best of the best here... Present company included" her eyes find his and almost glisten under the lights, taking his breath away. His eyes flick to her lips... No Matty.... Don't he thinks.

"Careful Matty.... I might think you're flirting with me" she wishes she would think before she thinks, they were the same that way. They acted on impulse sometimes.

I am, he thinks

There's a moment of silence from the man, a moment where she thinks she's nearly fucked it, but then he's laughing and she's smiling and everything returns to normal.

"Seriously though Matty, this stuff is impressive" she says, walking over to a piano that was positioned in the corner of the room.

"You play?" So far he had only seen her play guitar and he wouldn't have been surprised if she was multi versed.

"I do yeah... My big brother taught me when I was like..." She pauses, fingers drifting along the keys but not pressing down, eyes flicking up to Matty who was standing directly in front of the piano now.

"Four?" She questions, sitting down on the stool as her fingers finally press down on the keys and she plays a familiar tune. He chuckles and rolls his eyes as she begins playing 'The 1975' off of their recent album. She laughs and her fingers halt on the keys.

"Kidding kidding..." She then begins playing another familiar song, another one of theirs, "Mine". He watches her as her fingers move effortlessly across the ivories, gently caressing the keys as if they'd break if she'd apply more pressure. It somehow made the sound ring out more peacefully, a song that he wrote and already thought was quite sweet sounded sweeter when played by her.

Her eyes find his and she pauses, smiling a shy smile up at him, tucking a piece of hair that had slipped in front of her eyes behind her ear.

"Do you know my entire discography off by heart darling?" He says, voice full of awe and wonder. Eyes just the same. The pet name has her blushing and her mouth opens slightly before she forces herself to shut it again and answer his question.

"Maybe..." She says, giggling after her words have rung out, making him smile widely, a small crease appearing at the side of his lips on his cheeks, and his eyes almost sparkling.

"Sing me one of yours..." He leans against the edge of the piano, placing an elbow on the surface as his head fits into the palm of his hand, eagerly awaiting for her to play something. He looks like a kid like this, the sight makes her heart ache, she wish she knew him when he was younger, despite it being impossible given the age gap. She couldn't help but think they would've gotten along even as kids.

"Okay well... This is something I wrote with Jay, our drummer" she reminds him, Matty nods. The truth is, although he was sometimes forgetful,he wouldn't forget a single thing she told him, he couldn't, she had captivated him.

"Do you write with him a lot?" Matty asks out of curiosity.

"Not really... I mostly write on my own... Sometimes Clara and Abbie will help me with a verse or two. I prefer writing alone" she explains and Matty can't help but let out a little "oh" at the revelation.

"Why's that?"

"Less scrutiny I guess... It took me a lot to get to the point where I don't scrumple up the pages and throw them away... My lyrics make me cringe sometimes" Matty laughs as she does, not able to help the sound that comes from him, not when when she's laughing. Then he realises she's deflecting again and he frowns.

"Okay show me" he says and she begins playing a song. It's a simple melodic structure, quite bare and vulnerable. But he feels it doesn't need much else apart from that, not when she closes her eyes and begins to sing. Matty hears the door open and swings his head around to see Ross.

He's early.

He places a finger against his lips and ushers him inside. The tall man tries his hardest to walk quietly, flinching when a floorboard creaks. But y/n is too engrossed in her song to hear.

"I was a child of the night, Praying for a guiding light, Living in a world of black and white , I wish for the day that I might, Be set free and allowed to take flight" she sings, her voice is almost ethereal as she sings, it's almost as if she transcends to something more when she sings and they're more enthralled by it.

"The sky is turning grey, The stars begin to fade away, On the wings of yesterday, We are all condemned to fate, There's no hiding place in your grave" she finishes, fingers halting on the keys and eyes slowly fluttering back open. She almost swears when she sees Ross standing next to Matty.

"Wow" they both say in unison and she blushes deeply.

"Hi to you too" her words are directed at Ross and he smiles down at her. Her heart is picking up at the sight of him, and there it is again, Ross, taking over her entire being. Her eyes fall to those hands and she struggles to tear them away.

"That was amazing, really beautiful" his words have her blushing deeper and she looks away, feeling exposed under the both of their stares.

"Thanks" she says awkwardly, standing from the piano, walking towards the man.

"Hi" he says, looking down at her and placing his arms around her shoulders for a quick hug. They pull away far too quickly for either of their liking, but what with Matty staring at them, it had to be done.

"So what did you think Matty?" She ask, turning back to the curly haired man who still stands, mouth agape.

"I don't think it's going to get better than that... I think just the piano and your vocals is all that track needs" he says, his producer brain taking over and making her laugh.

"It was beautiful y/n" he then says, making her smile.

Her phone rings from where it's tucked away into Matty's jumper. Ross' attention is then drawn to the fabric, unable to help the unsettling jealousy that runs through his body.

"Hi Ab" he hears her say.

His eyes flick back to Matty, who takes in his best friend's look and frowns, mouthing a (maybe feigned) innocent "what?" to the man.

Ross simply shakes his head, looking back to Y/n who is talking on the phone.

"Oh really?" Her eyes flick to the guys and she pulls the phone from her ear "apparently Abbie, Clara and Jay ran into George at some coffee place, they're round the corner" she explains the both of them nod.

"Okay... Perfect... See you in 5. Love you bye" she says, hanging up after that.

"I'll go down to let them in, need a fag anyway" Matty explains, leaving the bassist and y/n alone. She walks over to her guitar case, unzipping it and carrying it over to a leather sofa in the studio, placing it in her lap.

Ross is still standing in the centre of the room and she can't quite sense how he's feeling, but his eyes are trained on her. She taps the space next to her, smiling up at him. He comes to join her then, watching as she tunes the guitar easily.

"Pretty guitar" he says.

"Thanks... My brother brought it for my birthday about 6 years ago" she explains "I had a light blue one before that... Still have it actually, just prefer this one... Feels more special to me"

"Seems like you're brother is quite the musician himself then" Ross says making her smile.

"Practically taught me everything I know... Apart form bass... As I said before... couldn't hack it" she says, strumming the strings to make sure it was in tune.

"I remember... Tiny hands" he says making her laugh again, his hand brushing against hers but not holding it. He couldn't.

"Is he good? Your brother?" He asks.

"Why? Scared he's better than you Macdonald" she teases. She doesn't feel a pang in her chest when she speaks about him, not like she used to.

"Never" she laughs at that, tilting her head back. He swears his heart skips a beat at the sight, her hair wafting against her shoulders and sending a wave of her scent his way. She smelt like vanilla and orange blossom and coffee and white flowers and fresh linen and something he couldn't pinpoint. Something he had never smelt before, something so uniquely her and he was addicted.

"Yeah he's great, taught me how to play piano and guitar... god awful voice though" she says, joking and making him laugh again. She swears she'd do anything to make him laugh, anything to watch the way his eyes crease and those dimples appear.

"We can't all do it all like you y/n" he says making her roll her eyes.

"Don't flatter me Macdonald... Give me your bass and I'll show you how bad I can be" a deafening silence rings after that as they both take in her words. Words that really didn't mean to sound so... Sexual. His mind clouds with sinful images, images of her, mouth agape, head thrown back, him in-between her thighs as her nails claw his back.

She can't help but imagine her on her knees for him, looking up at him through her lashes as he grips the back of her head. Considering the amount of times she had told herself that they couldn't, her mind clearly had other opinions on it.

Their mouths fall open for one second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds. Before they're both clutching their stomachs as they laugh loudly, willing away the unholy thoughts they were previously having.

"I swear' she says in-between their laughter "I did not... Mean it to come out like that" the door swings open and the people at the door stare at them like they're crazy.

They try to calm themselves down, breathing heavily in an attempt to halt their laughter.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry" she says, finally managing to stop laughing and stand up to greet her bandmates.

"Hi" she says as she hugs them one my one. Clara and Abbie look over her shoulder to find Ross', raising their eyebrows up at y/n before she hugs them both.

"I've seen you've met Matty and George" she says and they all nod, Clara and Abbie both wiggling their eyebrows at the girl.

"That just leaves..." She begins, turning her body slightly to make way for Ross, but then he's right next to her, one hand on her back and one reaching out to shake their hands.

"Ross... MacDonald, lovely to meet you" he says, shaking their hands.

"You too mate" Jay says, smiling widely at him which shocks y/n. She shares a knowing look with the other girls and they shrug.

"Is Hann not here? Sorry... Adam" they hear Abbie say making them all chuckle.

"No, he said he'd be happy to help on any guitar bits if needed, but I think we've got that covered don't you?" Matty asks and Abbie smiles at him.

"I like you already" she says, stepping forward to clasp a hand around Mattys shoulder.

"Let's get started then" they all find a comfortable position round the room, talking amongst themselves for a few minutes.

Y/n watches as Jay finds his place behind the drum set they have set up in the studio and she feels happy when she sees George stand with him, watching as he does a few fills. Y/n can see that George is impressed and she smiles proudly.

When his eyes meet hers she mouths an "I know right" and then turns away from the both of them, allowing them to talk among each other and get to know each other more. Eventually Jay lets George take his place and show him a few things and y/ns eyes flick up, shocked that he's allowing it.

"That is not like Jay" she says aloud, Abbie and Clara agreeing. Matty and Ross both look at the girls confused.

"You'll understand when you get to know him..." They hear Abbie say as she tunes her guitar.

Y/n watches as Ross moves over to Clara and she hears them talking about bass stuff. She can't help but smile and feel thankful that so far this is going well.

She places her guitar down to remove the hoodie, now far too hot with all the people in the room, Matty pouts at her from across the room and she chuckles and she shakes her head, throwing it at him and making him laugh, the pout falling from his face. She's now adorning a simple black tank top and Ross' eyes can't help but drift over to her.

He literally has to shake his head to get his mind out of the gutter (again) but she notices and sends a smirk his way making him chuckle and shake his head again.

Her eyes are back on her guitar and she closes them for a second "get your shit together y/n" she thinks "you're working with them now, you can't keep doing this" she thinks.

"Ready"? She's pulled out of her own thoughts when a hand lands on her shoulder, she looks up to see Matty and she nods up at him.

They begin to talk through different things, y/n and the band show them some more songs and Matty, George and Ross give their input. Some ideas are loved, some are welcomed and some are discarded straight away with a laugh. They begin working on the song Ross remembers reading when he and y/n went and got coffee.

He learns that they titled it "changing roads". It's the first track they work on together and by the end of the day, it's recorded in its entirety, all edits made.

"Think that's the quickest we've ever finished a track before" Matty says, slumped against the black leather sofa. At some point Y/ns band slowly filtered out, having to attend their shifts at their day jobs.

"You know after this is released they're going to have to quit their jobs" she hears George say, making her smile widely.

"Hold your horses G... Don't get our hopes up" she says and she smiles, liking that she called him his nickname but also smiling because she didn't realise how amazing they were.

"I should really get going... Got a girlfriend to see" George says, standing up from his place on the floor, he walks over to her and she stands, meeting him for a hug.

"Don't forget how amazing you are... Also Charli wants you to come over for dinner" she smiles and hugs him again before he's leaving.

"Okay" she says happily, nodding up at him. He then leaves, leaving Ross, Matty and y/n.

Matty places a pair of earphones back on his head and asks her to click play again, wanting to hear the track once more. She leans over the sound board, clicking play, from where Ross sits,he snaps a picture of her and then of Matty.

She places another set of earphones over hear ears, moving to sit next to Ross who drapes his arm over the back of the sofa, where she sits.

The three of them listen together, all smiling sleepy little smiles as they listen to the track. She listens to herself sing and for once she's impressed by the sound of her voice, and the harmonies the band offer.

"You'll never stop these changing roads. This is the way our story goes" she hears Matty sing making her look over at him. His hands are crossed, held in-between his open legs.

"This is really good" Ross says, both y/n and Matty's head flicking to him, they both nod, they all smile.

She feels her stomach flutter, butterflies erupting. What was she doing?

© all lyrics are written and owned by yours truly (let's ignore the fact they're not that good but yeah) no stealing hehe

(6) The Dinner

#the 1975 #ross macdonald #matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald fanfic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald the 1975 #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald imagine #matty healy oneshot #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x oc #ross macdonald x oc #the 1975 fan fiction #same for you the 1975 series #the 1975 series

[specialagentlokitty]

Negan x reader - celebrations

Hello! I see u asked for some requests. Perhaps celebrating a birthday with Negan when everyone else forgot because they all were busy? Thanks in advance! - @happygirl-0408 💜

You didn’t have long to work, you had been doing this all day, but between sneaking around from the other savours, to trying to gather everything you needed it was hard.

But you were nearly done, maybe it wasn’t the best, you didn’t exactly have all the perfect ingredients but you had the basics.

You quickly rushed from your room to the other one, setting down the plate as carefully as possible.

Pulling out a box of matches, you set them down next to it, along with a very old and slightly broken box.

Again, it wasn’t the best, but it worked.

You quickly ran out room as you heard on your walkie that Negan and a few others had come back, and you made your way back into your own room.

You began to wash everything, drying and putting all the dishes away back where they had come from.

Sitting in your chair, you kicked your feet up on the table, turning your TV on.

You weren’t sure if it was going to be linked back to you, but you were doing your do everything you could to make sure it seemed like you hadn’t left the room all day.

You weren’t sure how he was going to react, if you were sure that he was going to be happy, you would’ve done it in person, but you didn’t want to be there if it pissed him off.

You grabbed your iPod and put your headphones in, picking up a book so you didn’t have to listen to the chatter on the walkie.

You hummed along to the music, happily enjoying the peace that you had.

You were lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the knocking at your door, the calling of your name on the walkie, or the fact that your door was even opened.

“Do you think it’s funny to be ignoring everybody?” Negan snapped.

He stopped, finding you in the chair, reading peacefully.

You had music playing that loudly that he could hear it from the door.

Stepping further in, he closed it, leaning against it as he just watched you with a little smirk on his lips.

You were known as the more ruthless of his saviours, you had no quarrels in killing, or taking what you needed.

You ran a small but strong crew, and though you were ruthless you were always merciful to those that deserved it.

You were humming softly along to the song, not noticing he was there.

Negan looked around, picking up a bouncy ball you had on your desk, he tossed it on the floor, watching as it bounced back up, hitting your arm.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You hissed.

You slammed the book closed, taking your earphones out as you snapped your gaze to him.

Quickly you got up, getting down on your knee.

“Shit Negan I’m so sorry, I.. I didn’t know it was you.”

“Stand up.”

You quickly did as the man said, and he walked around your room, inspecting a few things that he came across.

“What did you do all day?”

“I uh… huh?” You asked confused.

“Well, we’ve been out all day. You’ve been inside, what did you do the whole time we were gone?”

You furrowed your brows a little in confusion.

“Not much, I slept, rested like the doctor told me.”

He hummed a little bit.

“But you didn’t go see the good doctor now did you (Y/N), not today.”

“I didn’t see the point in wasting time, he said just rest and it’ll heal fine.”

Negan walked over and you let him, not moving as he took your wrist, rolling up your shirt to see the dirtied and bloodied bandage.

You were cut by Michonne while protecting Negan, and it went pretty deep, you were lucky you still had an arm.

“You lying little fucker, you haven’t been to him in a long while.” Negan said lowly.

You tried to pull your arm back but he wouldn’t let you, he unwrapped the bandage, letting it fall to the floor.

“You tell me the truth this time, how did you rip your stitches, and who fixed them?”

You sighed heavily.

“I ripped them trying to shoot my gun, target practice. Went absolutely shit by the way, I didn’t hit one can. I fixed them, well, attempted to, I’m also not the best medic out there.”

“Doctor, now.” He growled.

“Negan it’s fine.”

The look he gave you made you quickly rush over to the door, heading down to medical so you could get your stitches fixed.

Negan stood next to you, watching carefully, tapping Lucille against the floor and it made you nervous.

You didn’t like it when he just watched, because you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

“Right, this time don’t try shooting until I give you the all clear, and you must see me daily or that will get infected.”

You sighed.

“Fine.”

You pushed yourself from the bed, making your way to the door, hands stuffed inside your pockets.

Negan followed after you, whistling slightly.

“Happy now?” You grumbled.

He carried on whistling, walking in front of you to make you stop.

“Follow me.”

He tapped Lucille on his shoulder, and that made your nerves pick even more, but you kept a poker face, not showing it.

You noticed where he was taking you, and you said nothing.

Negan swung the door to his room and gestured in so you walked in.

He walked in and closed the door, standing in front of him.

“Any idea how those got there?”

“No sir.”

Negan sighed heavily.

“Are we really going to go through this whole lying thing again (Y/N)? You know I don’t like it when you lie to me.”

Negan pulled a sheet of paper out his pocket, showing your name, your number and what you had taken.

“Crap…”

“So it was you!” Negan smirked.

You sighed, running a hand over your hair and you nodded.

“Yeah, okay, it was me. I didn’t know if you would be pissed or not so I just left it there for you.”

“Why?”

“Cause I remember you saying your birthday was around this time, everybody knows, everybody else seemed to have forgotten. Nobody deserves to have their own birthday forgotten Negan, especially not now.”

Negan nodded his head, setting Lucille down and he walked over to the table.

He pulled a chair out for you, letting you sit down first before he sat down as well.

“If we’re gonna do this we’re doin’ it right, that means you gotta sing.”

“Oh no, hell nah. I ain’t singing.”

“It’s my birthday, you have to sing.”

You narrowed your eyes at him a little which made him grin a little wider.

“You weasel.” You said.

“Ah, ah, remember who you’re speaking to honey, I’m still your leader.”

You stick your middle finger up at him and took the matches so you could light the candle next to the cake.

“I couldn’t find any good ones, and I didn’t want to ruin your cake with this one.”

“Just sing, let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.”

Negan leant back in his chair, smirking from ear to ear as you began to sing happy birthday to him, and when you were finished he blew out the candle.

Then he laughed.

“Shit, if I knew you were really gonna sing I would’ve gotten a camera.”

“You mean I didn’t have to?”

“Nah, I just wanted to see if you would.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him again.

“I’ll get you back for this, now open the present.”

He chuckled, grabbing the box he took the lid off it, he reached inside and pulled out a small wooden figure.

He carefully examined it, then pulled out the other item which was some barbed wire.

“I noticed Lucille was looking a little chipped, thought you could use some spare in case.”

He hummed, setting it down, and he picked up the wooden figure again.

“This me?”

“Yup. Took a long freaking time too.”

Negan smirked, leaning forward a little.

“Aw, so you think about me (Y/N)?” He teased.

You swore at him again, leaning back in your chair.

You didn’t say anything else to him, he got up, walking over somewhere and he came back.

He put a fork into cake, trying a little.

“Damn, this is good.”

“Thanks, I used to be a baker.”

Negan put the fork back into the cake, holding his hand under it and he walked over, holding it out to you.

You looked at him confused, but you knew he wasn’t going to back away so you opened your mouth, letting him feed you some of the cake.

You hummed a little, shrugging your shoulders.

“Not the best I’ve made but it’s decent.”

Negan set the fork down, holding his hand out, and you took your so he could pull you up.

He placed a hand on the side of your neck, running his thumb along your jaw.

He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and he smiled softly at you.

“Thank you, really. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome… asshole…”

“Oh you’re really pushing it now, you know that?”

You grinned a little up at Negan.

“You wouldn’t do shit, you’d miss me too much. I’m the only entertainment in this crap fest.”

“Yeah, damn right you are hot shot.”

You sat back down and he smirked at you, sitting down as he carefully watched you.

Negan picked up the sculpture you had made for him, looking at every small intricate detail you had carved in the wood.

He could tell you took time and dedication to make it, adding everything from the detail in his jacket to the barbed wire on the bat.

Carefully setting it on the table, he glanced back at you as you watched something on his tv.

He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in so long, sometimes he’d forget that it was a thing, it was easy to do in these times.

But you didn’t.

Out of everybody, it was you that remembered him mentioning it in a drunk night meeting.

You had been preparing this, planning this for months, and it solidified his reasoning for trusting you.

You were his right hand for a reason, he would put his very life in his hands knowing you would keep it safe.

He turned to the tv.

“When’s your birthday?”

You looked at him before turning back to the Tv, resting your hand on the table.

“(Y/B/D). I don’t celebrate though.”

Negan nodded his head, copying what you did with your hand, and he pat yours a couple of times.

“Well, sucks for you I guess, we’re celebrating this year.”

#the walking dead x y/n #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead #twd #twd x y/n #twd x you #twd x reader #twd imagine #Negan smith #Negan smith x reader #negan smith x you #negan smith x y/n #Negan smith imagine

[couch-house]

2023 baybeeeee. havent done an art summary in a while since i basically stopped drawing early 2020 and didn't get back on the horse until mid-2022 (i wonder... what could have caused that!) i dont feel like my art has really changed this year, only in the ways that I draw specific sonic characters (looking through my archive is fun bc i can see the progression of the diseases known as Giving Them Big Eyebrows and Drawing The Monoeye) and--more exciting 4 me--my practice with paneling comics! :)

i think the progression is much more noticeably when you line it up with last year's sonic art... i can see all the Milestones.. more talking abt that under the cut

May: couch gets into sonic. June: Yucky Sonic 1.0. this was also the month when i Heard Of fleetway super. July: couch comes back from brazil, having read stc. this is also when i start dong actual short comics. compare may -> june -> july. (also please forgive whatever tf i was doing with skintones. i needed some practice)

august: merger au takes shape. dog invented. also i just really like that speed racer sonic mspaint picture. its fun :) september: deep in the fleet mines. october: i lose a lot of steam and mostly just doodle. another comic comparison for those three months:

november: frontiers comes out. i go crazy mode and make that sonic + knuckles comic with the pretty backgrounds and LOTS OF TINY TEXT. december: winter break AND im tired. january 2023 i come back insane crazy mode and write some fanfiction?? still havent finished that LOL. made some nice cover art :) february: i shift into knuckles mode fora month. make another comic. this one is much better i think :) november -> february

march: i shift into transfem metal sonic mode. also just stick to a lot of doodling. also write more fanfiction. crazy. april: transitory period as i shift back into stc/exit: sonic mode. may: more fanfiction. more comics. i really like how both of these turned out :) while the last two were definitely taking a lot more notes from stc, i think around here i start paying attention to and trying to learn from more creative panelling from artists i admire. like @/superemeralds THOAM and @/starrjoy's pandora au.

june: i play sa2 and it's good. july: i play unleashed and it is both miserable and good. i get in kind of an artistic frustration zone and wiggle my way out. august: idk i think im just chillin. super react dot jpeg happens. it's not even named that, it's named after the other image on the canvas, which was maria holding baby shadow. more comics.

september: i burn out for a bit. get real tired. eventually get back up and make more comics. the goal here and last month has become "try to make more interesting panel shapes. I've noticed other artists don't just use rectangles--try playing with irregular polygons and see where it gets you." well it gets you mixed results as you learn :) also i think after that pause i accept the monoeye into my life. sigh...

october: oc showdown starts and @/neurotypical-sonic asks me to make some halloweeny art :) feels like i dont do much this month bc i focus on those. november: A LOT OF ART?? INSANE. more oc showdown stuff. i play shadow the hedgehog (2005). it's good and i love it. i draw a ton of shit on one canvas for it. Fucking Dember: i have shifted back into stc/EXIT mode. motivation's a little weird bc work's a little weird. doing commissions also makes it weird. well im having fun and being myself :) a final handful of comics from this month:

idk maybe ill do something sicko crazy b4 the end of the year. mayb i'll follow exit sonic's example and #GetWorse. who knows :) well this is fun i love looking at my art and seeing and noticing things. thank u all for your support and I hope we all have a great 2024!

#id in alt text #partially descriptive... i put the details i figured were relevant #art summary #i have WPRDS to SAY. i like thinking abt my art #okayvwell this was supposed to stay a draft but WHATEVER

[serxinns]

Scarlet Witch reader x yandere Mha Extras: Babysitting!

• your crazy classmates turn into kids and now you're stuck with them great...

•Turns out that while they were on a mission a time Villian decided it was a good idea to enable his quirk while he was being pinned down and now all your classes are turned into 4-5-year-olds and your teacher is now the same age as you

• when you 1st walked into the room the kids surrounded you and looked at you some were in wonder, some were amazed and some were possessive a tug on the bottom of your shirt caught your attention to look down to see Izuku with his all might figure in hand "hi would you like to play with me!" he said with a big smile in his face you smiled back "ok sure!" "I wanna play with y/n too! "me too!" momo said while frowning the other kids whined begging you to play with them as we "Guys guys!" you released yourself from them "ill play with all of you I promise but I izuku asked 1st so I'll play with him you want to join u can or you can play with Aizawa" your friends all whined protesting but it was quickly shit down by the grumpy teen izuku look back with a smug smile while holding your hand the classmates glared and all thought of one single thing

Game on

•Babysitting your kids was absolute hell for you and aizawa all of your friends wanted to play with you individually

Katsuki wanted you to be the kidnapped prince/Princess so he can be the big hero to save you

Shoto wanted to draw you so you had to sit there and stand still so he can be done (it was a drawing of you and him kissing)

Momo and Aoyama wanted to do a mini-fashion show and wanted you to be the judge so they could both compete with each other and see which one is the best

Kirishima wanted to impress you and get your attention by attempting to break stuff with his quirk so you can call him manly you had to stop him many many times

Tsuyu tryna put makeup on you saying how pretty you are and Hakagure is doing your hair and if you ever move you're hit with a brush by Hakagure

Sero tryna to play Spiderman so he can be your Spiderman to save you but you and aizawa panicked tryna persuade him to come down

Koji is the tamest one he tries to teach you different types of animals and species and whenever you praise him for it he gets so happy he tries to invite them in thinking he'll get more praise at 1st it was small animals but u had to stop him cause it was gonna invite a whole ass snake in there

Sato drags you in the kitchen and makes you watch his baking and wanting to be his taste tester

Mina wants to have a dance battle with you making you put up a much of songs you and herbsould like and make you dance with her

Ochako Wants you to join her making matching love bracelets thinking if you would wear this the two of you could be a couple

Iida wanted to be the little class pet trying to tell off the Kids to let you be and tryna convince you into thinking that he's the only good student here

Tokoyami Wants to nap with you which is your fav thing and he loves to want you to read stories to him

Shoji just wants to cuddle you no playing no running no nothing just cuddling with you while your watching your fav show on ur phone

Ojiro wants to play Karate with you so you pretend to spare with him in karate and pretend to be defeated

Denki wanted to play hide and seek with you but his hiding spot are so bad you tried your best not laugh and see him at the same time

Mineta just kept flirting with you so you had to put him in timeout

Izuku Wanted you to be the villain and he she to be the hero to stop you

You were being pulled in different directions the kids arguing about who gets to spend more with who Aizawa tried to break it up but when they hissed at him and he gave up and said "Nope" It was all up to you so the two of you you were about to snap at the children telling them to stop but you had an idea

you whispered it to Aiwzawa so while the class was arguing you quietly tiptoed to the door gently shut it making sure they didn't notice and out and got some snacks and drinks for them

You got back and everyone was glaring at aizawa

Y/n: Tf are y'all glaring for

Bakugo: Where did he take you

Y/n: To get some snacks-

Tenya: no fair! I would've helped you if you would've asked me

Mina: Me too!

Kirishima: hey I wouldve been a better helper

Katsuki: U STUPIDS WOULDNT BEEN STRONG ENOUGH TO CARRY IT

Y/n: QUIET! it doesn't matter you want the snacks or not

Class 1a: Yea!

You and Aizawa sat them down in a circle-like formation and watch them eat their food praying that the night quill would work

It didn't

The kids were as hyper as ever they couldn't stop jumping around chasing each other Tatsumi was chasing around Kirishima and Mina with a knife it was chaos u had to lock yourself in the closet and grabbed ur cross and pray when someone announced that you were theirs LORD IT WAS A WAR you hid in the closet for what felt forever when you realize it was all quiet

You looked out to be the coast was clear but saw your classmates sleeping Thank god

You brought sleep bags and mats for them and they all slept soundly

#yandere bnha #tw yandere #yandere ua #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #bnha fluff #yandere class 1a #tw stalking #yandere mha

[harlowtales]

Jack has a clever way to get you back after a breakup while on his NPLH tour 💔

18 plus - adult themes, drama, romance

You got a frantic text from Jack the day before the first stop on his No Place Like Home Kentucky State Tour. “Need you ASAP!” The message read

You were busy at work but texted back right away. You and Jack were on a break. It got a bit messy with you refusing to move in with him. It just wasn’t working out and you needed space, but you couldn’t resist seeing if something was wrong. You were still in love with him. Jack was always so proud of you and how you were independent and did your own thing. Maybe too independent for his liking. He didn’t mean to seem like your career didn’t matter when he wanted you to quit your job and move in with him.

“I’m in a meeting. Are U ok?” You replied under the boardroom table.

“Can you please come out to Owensboro? I don’t trust anyone else with fluffy.” He answered

“You need a dog sitter??” You texted back in disbelief

“Um sort of.” He replied

“Can one of your little cousins do that?” You texted

“I’d be too nervous unless it’s you.” He answered

“Um my job??” You texted back

“I’ll work it out.” He said

“…and us?” You said

“No funny shit. I swear on the Cardinals.” He answered

You hesitated and didn’t want to say yes right away. Going on Jack’s mini-tour and spending time with the puppy you got together as a trial run for kids would be special, but maybe too much emotionally. Jack had some answering and apologizing to do for girls he said were friends. Friends for him sure, but he refused to see they were trying to break you up. With a couple of them in the new music video, you saw that Jack wasn’t changing his mind. To him friends were friends for life. You decided to gave him an ultimatum.

“Ok, I’ll do it but it’s them or me, take it or leave it. I ain’t staying on a tour bus with them.” You said expecting him to say never mind.

“Done. I’ll have a car get you. Get here ASAP please.” He said.

“I’ll need to talk to my boss first. Some of us are regular folks remember?” You messaged

“Your choice.” He texted back salty

“Be nice Jackman or it’s NO.” You said

“Fine. Just get here…I miss you.” He said

You left him hanging for a while and waited for your boss to say yes.

Jack texted “???”

“He hasn’t said yes yet.” You said

Suddenly Jack called you. “He ain’t gone say yes.” He said right away.

“Hello Jackman.” You said cooly

“Y/n I can’t be kept waiting. It’s yes or fucking no.” Jack said impatiently

“I’m not the one today Jack.” You said and hung up

He called back but you let it go to VM. Then Urban called you. “Y/N whussup.” He greeted “I miss you kid.”

“I…I miss you too Urb.” You said choking up a bit.

“Please come. He’s snippy and not himself.” Urban begged

“Sorry he’s too much. Asking me to dog sit is insulting. I have a real job.” You retorted angrily “I miss our girl, but not like this. I’m not at his beck and call.”

“Stop pretending you don’t want to be here.” Urban said bluntly “We genuinely need supervision for puppers. You report to me, we’ll pay you. If he gets on your nerves tell me. You can be my assistant or Neelam’s. I know you tryna climb that corporate ladder, no matter what he says or if you decide to go home, I’ll always be a good reference on your resume. It’s just a job.”

“Ok how much?” You said firmly

“Y/N come on don’t bust my balls.” Urban said wearily “He made me call, I’m in a tough spot.”

“Fine, but I’m not doing this for free.” You said abrasively. Already Jack was rubbing you the wrong way. He was such a control freak and so many girls would just do whatever he says.

“Ok!! That’s not a no! Ismail will come get you.” Urban said.

“Whoah boss man hasn’t said yes yet.” You said cautiously

“What’s his number?” Urban said ready to put it in his phone.

“I’ll give you his email.” You said not wanting your boss to get a call out of the blue.

“Gee don’t do email.” Urban said seriously

You paused. Jack wasn’t fucking around. You were going. You proceeded to give Urban the number. Within 10 mins your boss texted you to take all the time you needed.

“I can’t fucking stand him!!” You huffed as you packed up your laptop to leave right away. You got instructions to not go home to pack. Jack didn’t want any chance you wouldn’t come. You looked out the window and a black suv was already waiting outside.

“This is kidnapping you know!” You said exasperated

“Tell it to the judge y/n.” Ismail said rolling his eyes

“You should do Uber. That was fast.” You said sarcastically

Jack had already warned everyone you wouldn’t be happy. They just took it in stride. Everyone knew you had a bad temper and didn’t take kindly to Jack thinking he had you wrapped around his finger like everyone knew he did. The drive out of town to Owensboro was beautiful. Jack was set to perform the next day. Ismail made no attempt to make conversation. Jack had sent his best for this mission. You were smart and could talk your way into or out of anything. Ismail couldn’t be swayed to let you off the hook.

“You don’t have to do everything he says you know.” You said trying to wear Ismail down or at least regret that he was stuck in a car with you for hours.

“You want me to pull over and wait for you to get a better attitude?” Ismail said with a straight face.

You folded your arms and looked out the window watching farms and rolling hills pass by. “Y’all are either a match made in heaven or hell…or both.” He said looking at the road ahead.

You said nothing but Ismail saw a little smile creep up on your face. “We’re done so…” you said still looking outside

“My man ain’t done. He’s just letting you think the ball’s in your court. He didn’t bargain for you being such a hard ass. He’s always had a pretty easy time with most women. He thought you were easy going.” Ismail said

“This is a pointless conversation! There’s no balls in any court! I’m done with his balls!” You shouted “Take me back because this is already some bullshit.” You fumed.

“Ok geezus.” Ismail said “chill.” Shortly you pulled up to Jack’s hotel in Owensboro. He was outside letting the puppy go to the bathroom. He couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear when he saw you.

“Wipe that grin off your face.” You said to Jack. “Hello sweetheart!!!” You said to the puppy as she jumped up on you and clearly remembered you. You picked her up and nuzzled your nose in her soft curly fur.

“Ah hum” Jack said clearing his throat holding his arms open for a hug. He had to try.

“Hi Jack. I’m sorry I was rude but you didn’t give me a chance to say no. Like Gee scaring the shit out of boss? Really?” You said

“That’s the point Duh.” Jack said rolling his eyes light heartedly, sticking his tongue out, and doing his famous fake gun to his head with his fingers. He was so damn charming. “Go see your room and we’ll go for a walk.”

You headed into the hotel and opened the door to your room in shock. Boxes of clothes and shoes were waiting for you with a thank you note and some flowers on a desk with a brand new laptop. Jack knew you needed a new one but wouldn’t ask. The card said “May all your dreams come true.” On the desk was a framed picture of when you and Jack picked up the puppy. Urban took the photo. That was the last straw. You broke down crying.

“Babe?” Jack said knocking at the door. “You coming to walk pups?” It was so natural for him to call you babe.

“Um yeah, I’ll take her for a walk. I mean that’s why I’m here right?” You said your eyes watery as you let him in.

“No I mean we’ll all go for a walk….together” Jack said

“Thank you Jack…the laptop. Thank you so much, and this picture….” You said teary eyed. You flung your arms around his neck.

“Whoah that’s all it took was a laptop?” He joked, turning red from all the love he had for you flooding to the surface.

“It’s not that, it’s you supporting my dreams.” You said wiping your eyes. “That’s all I needed, and for you to see people for what they are. You made me feel like I was lying on your friends.”

“Y/n you can be very stubborn. The girls like you, they were just teasing you because they felt like you were cool. We rib each other, that’s how you know you’re in. I’m not interested in any of them.” He said embracing you now. “As for what you want to do in life…I should’ve been more supportive.”

“I feel so stupid.” You said enjoying every whiff of his cologne and resting your head on his chest.

“It’s my fault.” Jack said “My world is a lot. There’s lots of pretty girls but you…I can’t shake if I tried.” He said tilting up your chin kissing you deeply. Just then the puppy peed on the carpet.

“Ah geez!!” Jack exclaimed picking her up and scolding her.

“Give her to me” You said giggling “wanna go for a walksies??” You said rubbing noses with her.

“Can I come?” Jack pipped up

“What do you think can he come with us?” You asked the little fluff ball and she barked in agreement.

“You staying the tour?” Jack asked nervously anticipating your answer

“I think I can be persuaded.” You said

That evening you and Jack parted ways. He was a perfect gentleman heading to his room and texted you “Good night” with a heart ❤️.

The next morning room service knocked on your door. You opened it to a whole selection of homestyle Owensboro breakfasts and your choice of tea, coffee, or orange juice. The server wheeled in a silver cart of all your choices with a warm smile.

“Are you coming to eat some of this?? You texted Jack

“I’m at the gym and headed to rehearsal.” He replied “Enjoy.”

“I guess we’ll see daddy later.” You said to lil pups as you ruffled her fur, but you caught yourself. “Don’t get sucked back in.” You said to yourself “Yesterday was just a weak moment.”

You got to the venue just in time to be ushered back stage with puppers. Jack had been prepping all day for the show so you hadn’t seen him since the night before. He was sweet and texted you periodically and FaceTimed when he got a chance. It felt weird to have so much contact with him again.

You heard the crowd scream as Jack came up on stage through the floor. You were a fan and fanned out like any girl in the audience. Before his last song he said “Can we dim the lights please. I want y’all to meet someone real special to me.”

You were playing with the puppy and heard Jack say “I fucked up and I want y’all to help me out. I want everyone in this bitch to light up your phones. “Y/n where you at?”

You froze and held on tightly to the puppy as you walked like a deer caught in headlights to the stage. You were shaking. Jack put his arm around you as you faced the crowd terrified. “Fellas, if you’re here with your lady don’t be a dumb ass like me. Hold her tight cuz when she’s gone you gone regret it.” Everyone cheered and you started to tear up. Jack motioned for something from off stage and a long jewellery box was handed to him.

“Y/n I been so foolish. I need you back in my life. Please take this and come back to me.” Jack opened the box and a beautiful key pendant on a diamond encrusted chain gleamed in the dimly lit auditorium. “Take this key to my heart.”

You nodded yes and speechless covering your mouth to keep from ugly crying. The puppy let out a bark and every one said “Awwww” all at once.

Jack put the necklace around you neck to everyone whistling and cheering and started to perform his last song while you and the puppy were escorted off stage.

When he entered the green room you stood up. “Jack I…” you started to say

“Y/n, I have something else for you.” He reached in his pocket and produced a real key on a pink diamond keychain. “This is for you. Please I’m fucking begging you. I can’t look after this puppy by myself!”

“Jackman Thomas Harlow what am I going to do with you?” You said kissing him on your tip toes.

“Well if I’m off gentlemen duty I can think of a few things.” He whispered in your ear in his smooth low southern drawl. Your private space fluttered.

“Um ok…” you said blushing and looking down. Jack still gave you butterflies.

“Don’t get all shy and sweet cuz it’s gone go down right here right now.” Jack said lustfully, pressing up against you so you could feel his size.

The rest of the tour continued with you and pups watching Jack from back stage every night, but you couldn’t wait to get back to Louisville and use your shiny new key.

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Flame 5- Crackle

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—-

They didn’t talk about it yet.

The most intense night of sex, not physically but emotionally, and they hadn’t touched too much on it. Besides Harry coming to her house with a shit eating grin, a paper showing his results to confirm he was clean from any STIs. Going bare was something they both really wanted to do.

It was a shame that shit had gotten so stupidly busy.

Y/N was studying like mad. Harry was a bit, but he mostly sat with her as she studied and stared at her. Lots of coffee dates to study, library dates, even a few days of sitting in the park with a blanket on the grass and their books sprawled out, a plethora of highlighters and pens littering in between. It was comfortable, really, like it w always was.

The changes were more and more obvious the more that he had looked at it. The cuddles and chaste kisses and the way that they’d holed off into their own little nest like a couple in a somewhat honeymoon stage. Y/N was still a playful bully but she would kiss his pout away when she would make it appear and crawl on top of him to lay down, her cheek against his chest while he stroked her back.

It just.. didn’t seem like it was two friends fucking around. It was clearer to him the more he spent time with her, the more the touches became natural, the more his heart would speed up when he got texts from her. He’d always been excited to spend time with her but this was a new level. His throat would dry when she would tenderly brush the hair from his face, her quiet contemplation making him want to beg to know exactly what was going on in that pretty little head.

Harry had definitely made himself out to be a goofy, funny, horny man, sure, but he had layers. Layers Y/N was peeling back at a pace he hadn’t really prepared for. The anticipation of getting to see her next was almost irritating. How has it changed so rapidly? And why didn’t he care as much about feeling all these things? The complexity of their changing relationship had made him feel like his head was scrambled. She was seeing the parts of him he had kept back, the softer bits that were genuine pushed back until now.

The thing that really sucked now was the time apart, how antsy he was to actually see her. Sure, he had been anxious to see her when they’d just been friends but now that they spent the majority of time together and she had study groups and such, really needed to focus, he had to step away and do his own. It sucked. The bed felt cold. Something he thought to be a huge red flashing light. He tended to ignore those:

H: I miss you. :(

🍑: hi hi. I miss you too.

H: you didn’t put the frown face. So I tend to believe I miss you more.

🍑: :( :( :( :( :(

H: that’s betterrrrr. This book is making my eyes bleed.

🍑: I know. This intro course should not be an intro course. What are you studying rn?

H: one of the business courses. To be honest it’s all bleeding together and I can’t rlly tell what I’m reading, half my page is highlighter.

🍑: h… darling… that is not good study technique. I’ve told you this.

H: so come over and show me :) :) pleaaaaase.

🍑: do you know how bad I want to

H: then do it!!!!! what’s stopping you!!!

🍑: 1. You’re a dork. And an enabler.

🍑: 2. You know what's stopping me. If I come over there will be no studying done.

H: untrue and rude.

🍑: no, no. I tell the truth. You’ll be like

🍑: ‘let’s take a break! Let’s lay down! Let’s make out! Let’s have sex :)’ and then pout n blink your lashes the way you do when you think ur fluttering them but it looks like u got something in your eyes.

H: now… what the hell did I do for you to attack me like that

🍑: is it an attack if it’s the truth? 🤔

H: yes. Especially that.

Harry rolled his head on the back of the couch, groaning as he stretched his limbs like a cat. Y/N wasn’t going to budge. He knew it and he didn’t want to push too far to actually get her mad, but he really fucking missed her. Enough to drop the silly act and text her seriously.

H: but I really do miss you. It feels empty when you’re not here.

H: like I understand why, don’t get me wrong. I’m not blaming you, sweetheart. Just… idk.

🍑: :/ I’m sorry. I miss you too. It stinks less here though…

H: Har Har. I’m being serious though.

H: your smell isn’t on my sheets anymore.

🍑: h… :(

🍑: i can come over tomorrow. Okay? I can at least come to sleep. Or you can come here. Exams are only a few days away but I know I’ve been a bit strict when it comes to seeing you.

H: it wasn’t like this before. Guess I’m just adjusting.

🍑: I know, but last time we weren’t doing… this stuff. The intimate stuff. It’s hard to be around you and not end up on my back. Lol.

H: yeah… I dunno. It’s just never felt so annoying being away from you.

H: sorry if I’m sounding weird. Lol. Just like… got used to you being here and sleeping with me.

🍑: it doesn’t sound weird. It’s what we’ve been doing for a bit now and it is weird. I miss it too- you know I’m just shit at expressing it.

H: Mhm. I miss kissing you.

Harry exhaled as he switched apps, thumbing through their photos together and the ones he had taken of her when she hadn’t been looking. Surely she would kick his ass for doing so but he knew she didn’t love photos and he selfishly wanted some for himself. They were some from brunches they went to, walks they went on, nights out. One in particular called to him, her in his tee shirt and leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee she nursed in her hands. It was his ‘H’ mug, her sleepy eyes and messy hair evidence she had been very comfortable in his bed. A peek of a love bite could be seen under the collar of his shirt, making him smile a little bit.

It wasn’t just him that was comfortable. She was too, especially in those vulnerable moments. Before she caught herself and tried to joke it off. Usually that was his job, but lately it hasn’t felt like a joking mood anymore. He wanted to curl himself around her and bury his face into her neck, listen to her breathe. It wasn’t a joke anymore.

🍑: I do too. A lot. Which is why I can’t come over tonight. You wouldn’t have any lips left </3

H: I don’t think I’d mind if it meant I got to kiss you

🍑: since when have you gotten romantic on me? That was cute and slightly disturbing .

🍑: I like your lips a bit too much anyways. Don’t let them go anywhere.

H: they won’t. They’re yours ;)

🍑: there he is.

How could he express these differences in feelings without making it weird?

It was obvious something had shifted. Something had been different, and it wasn’t just fun anymore. Harry knew that he was going to have to be the one to bring it up to her but he wasn’t sure exactly how to do it. He had tried in a way, during sex. The most vulnerable place to be. But he wasn’t sure if he tried again he wouldn’t ruin it. He just needed a little more time.

Yes, time. All he needed was more of it so he could strengthen whatever the hell this was and point out the obvious.

—-

“You quite literally have not let go of me since I walked in the door.” Y/N had an amused tone to her voice, laying naked in his bed with his arm sloped around her stomach. His face was in between her breasts, breathing lowly as they recovered from sex. Going bare was the best thing to happen to him, really.

“Haven't seen you in 3 days.” He muttered against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the hot skin. “Missed you. You’re gonna disappear on me soon anyways to study.” The grumbles made her chuckle, petting his slightly damp curls with her fingers as they listened to the low buzz of the playlist Harry had put on.

“It’s only because every time we get together we end up naked, H. I’d much rather be hanging out with you than studying but you know I need to keep the grades up to keep the scholarship.” Y/N had worked incredibly hard to get it and Harry knew that, his resigned nod making her aware he did respect that. Academics were important to her. He’d never want her grades to suffer because of him, but sometimes he was selfish with her attention.

“I know. M’so proud of you for that, by the way.” He looked up at her. “S’fucking wicked that you got such a good one. I’d never want to put it in jeopardy. But I… I’m capable of keeping it in my pants if it means I get to have you around.” He felt her go to laugh by scowled up at her, shaking his head. “M’serious. I just miss you a lot when you’re not around. Like having you here even if I trip over your shoes and you don’t rinse out your mugs. You make it feel more… I dunno, more like home.” His face dropped back into her breasts, not wanting her to see the flush on his skin.

Y/N paused her hand in his hair, making him tense slightly. He didn’t meant to fuck up if he did. If it was too serious of a thing to say- but her hand started up again, a little sight leaving her swollen lips.

“Well.. we can trial run it in the morning.” She decided breeze past what he had said. Harry wasn’t sure why that had made a bit of disappointment settle in his belly, but it was overturned with the excitement at the idea of her staying around during the day. “But that means one thing.”

He peeked back at her face to see her mischievous glint. “Means you have to get all of it out of your system now. All of the filthy, dirty stuff.”

Harry caught her drift just fine. It was one condition he was happy to have. His recovery time with Y/N was insane, actually, and he could feel himself twitch at the idea of being inside of her again.

“Mmm…”’he moved down, pressing a few kissing down her stomach. “Well… I have been thinking about cleaning you up.”

He had cum inside of her and the mere sight of it had made him feel like he could go again. There was something about being bare like that, being raw and vulnerable, knowing he was the only one allowed inside of her that got him off. It was the entire thing. Exclusivity, marking, claiming. Possessives, sure, but he already accepted that.

“What?” She asked breathily, watching him sink down and spread her thighs open. A little squeak left her lips followed by a laugh as he spread her open, looking at the mess he made. He’d gone a bit hard and he could tell, the remnants of his cum dripping down her slightly swollen cunt. “You’re not seriously going to- oh, fuck.”

Harry did as he pleased, pressing his tongue flat and swiping it over her cunt. Tasting the mix of both of them, letting it coat him, lapping up what he could just on the first pass. His eyes met hers, watching her look down at him in slight shock.

“Jesus- H, I thought guys thought it was… y’kno, gross.” She panted, though obviously proven wrong. “We can just wipe it up, it’s okay.” Y/N didn’t want him to think he had to do it or anything like that- but his immediate second pass sign his tongue had her exhaling sharply, gripping the sheets next to her. It was obviously sensitive and his wet, hot tongue was making it hard to talk.

“Tasting us together is the best thing I’ve gotten to do- besides getting to cum inside this pretty pussy. M’gonna clean it all up and fill you again.” Harry murmured, kissing the top of her mound. “We taste so good together, angel. Like we were made to be like this. Think that’s the truth.” He taunted, spreading her cunt open further with his fingers and kissing right over her clit. “This cunt was made for me. You were meant to be mine.”

He had enough words, deciding to channel his passion into her again. Lapping her up with a fervor that made her tremble, licking up bit of their orgasms that he could get with pleasured groans against her. Her clit pulsed against his thumb as he rubbed it, getting her cunt wet in a much different way than before. Keeping his mouth busy was better than blurting out that he was pretty sure he was in love with her. Probably wasn’t the best time being between her thighs but, he had managed to stop disaster.

When he finally felt her orgasm, her moan of his name and grip on his hair keeping him right on her cunt as she bucked her hips into his face and pleaded for him not to stop, he knew his words were true. Even the ones unsaid.

He was definitely in love with Y/N. And he had no idea what to do about it.

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All I Wanted Was You | Maddy Perez x Rue Bennett

Summary: Rue confronts Maddy in the bathroom and they get carried away.

Pairing: Rue x Maddy

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: smut (?), fluff, mention of nate jacobs, top!rue, very much pda

Note: this was supposed to be a shorter chapter leading up to a bigger event but i got carried away lmao.. so i figured i would post it as a separate one shot. i probably won't post the next part till after new year's so happy 2023 to anyone reading this! anyway hope u enjoy :)

not proof read apologies for the mistakes!

"That's what I'm saying, Rue. My sister's totally out of control. I mean I knew she was crazy before but it's like a flip switched and now she's really gone." Lexi explains, exasperated.

They were stood by their lockers, there was a half an hour left till homeroom.

Lexi had been ranting the minute Rue got off her bike that morning.

"You know that she's still with Nate?" Lexi states, grimacing.

"I don't get how she hasn't learnt her lesson yet. Everytime he hurts her she comes to me to cry about it. It's so infuriating." Lexi trails off into another tangent and Rue merely nods in response, half listening.

Frankly, it was too early in the morning for this.

Rue glances towards the lockers down to her left hoping to catch a glimpse of her girlfriend but she was nowhere to be seen.

Maddy's not here yet, she thinks to herself.

She pulls out her phone with the intention of shooting the raven haired girl a text.

Before Rue could start typing however, she hears a familiar voice in the distance.

Maddy and Nate are seen entering through the front doors together, Maddy looks upset.

The shorter girl raises her voice at Nate before eventually storming off to her locker.

Rue shifts her gaze Nate to find that he was already staring back at her intently, a rather inscrutable look on his face.

Rue scowls before looking away.

Nate's vibe was always off so this wasn't anything new but the thought of him upsetting his girlfriend when he shouldn't even be anywhere near her to begin with, filled Rue with rage.

She couldn't make out what they were arguing about but from the look on Maddy's face it couldn't have been anything good.

The taller girl watches as her girlfriend shoves her purse into her locker, before strutting over to the bathroom.

Lexi has since stopped talking as she was also closely watching the scene unfold.

"Lex, I'm sorry I have to-" Rue starts before Lexi interjects, knowing exactly what the taller girl was about to say.

"Go. See if she's ok, I'll catch you at lunch." Lexi reassures with a warm smile.

Rue moves her arm to her bestfriend's shoulder as a quick gesture of thanks before walking over to the bathroom.

Rue opens the bathroom door and is met with the sight of her girlfriend stood infront of the mirror, fixing her makeup.

Rue stops in her tracks, admiring the raven haired girl from afar. There honestly hasn't been a moment where Maddy didn't take Rue's breath away. Just looking at the shorter girl was intoxicating enough, Rue adored how all consuming Maddy was.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

Nate jacobs truly is the dumbest person alive.

Not only did he treat her like shit, he repeatedly betrayed her trust. In Maddy's book that goes unforgiven. He fucked up and lost her and it infuriates Rue to think that he can't accept defeat and leave her be.

He continues to torment her even now, Maddy doesn't deserve any of it.

Rue steps a little closer, still keeping her distance. This caught Maddy's attention as she catches Rue's gaze in the mirror, smiling fondly at her girlfriend.

"Are you done gawking?" Maddy jokes, before turning around to face Rue.

Rue finally moves closer to the older girl. Maddy quickly wraps her arms around Rue's neck and pulls her into a tight embrace. The younger girl's hands rests on Maddy's waist and they stood like that enjoying the closeness for a few moments.

Maddy may not show it but Rue knows something's wrong.

Rue eventually pulls back and moves her face down to kiss the shorter girl but halts her movement halfway.

"What?" Maddys asks, confused at her girlfriend's hesitation.

"I don't wanna ruin your lipstick." Rue admits, guilelessly.

Maddy's face contorts in amusement but she doesn't say anything in response.

She pulls Rue down by her neck, capturing her lips with her own.

The kiss now mirroring their earlier embrace, warm and deep.

Maddy disconnects their lips and slides one hand down, resting it on Rue's chest her other hand still on her girlfriend's neck.

Rue gazes at the shorter girl, studying her features before softening her gaze.

"Are you okay?" Rue asks earnestly.

Maddy merely nods and flashes her girlfriend a genuine smile.

"You know how Nate is, he's just giving me a hard time. I bet he's bored of Cassie already." The raven haired girl responds.

"A hard time with what?" Rue's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Maddy shifts her gaze away from Rue for a moment before shaking her head slightly, dismissing the matter.

If she doesn't want to talk about it, Rue decides it's best to respect that.

Eventhough the pit in her stomach is urging her to push on it further, she decides to ignore it.

"I missed you last night." Maddy breathes out, changing the subject.

"Yeah?"

Rue is not oblivious to the intentional diversion but she chooses to go along with it anyway.

Maddy hums in response before glancing down at her girlfriend's lips.

"Why didn't you come over?" Maddy asks her voice low.

"I'm sorry. Gia needed me for something. I would've texted you but I lost track of time." The taller girl states, apologetically.

"I suppose you're just gonna have to make it up to me." Maddy whispers against Rue's lips.

Maddy's hand glides down Rue's front before slipping under her shirt. The

older girl's hand now against Rue's toned stomach.

Rue lets out a slight gasp at the sudden feeling of her girlfriend's hand on her bare skin.

Maddy takes the opportunity to connect their lips again, this time into an open mouthed kiss.

Rue wasted no time in deepening the kiss, her tongue tracing Maddy's lip before entering her mouth.

She glides her hand down, now resting it on Maddy's ass. She gives it a squeeze before pulling the raven haired girl closer.

A moan spills out of Maddy in response. This sends a rush of arousal throughout Rue's body.

She needed Maddy. Now.

Rue disconnects their lips and moves her mouth to the older girl's neck. She traces her tongue across the skin on her neck before sucking on it purposely leaving a bruise.

Maddy's lets out a groan, she's basically panting. The feeling of Rue's mouth on her making it impossible for the shorter girl to catch her breath.

Rue moves her hand to lift Maddy up in one swift movement. As she's sat on the sink, her dress rides up exposing more of her thigh. Rue moves closer and Maddy further eliminates the space between them as she pulls Rue in by wrapping her legs around her waist.

Rue leans down again, her lips crashing against Maddy's. The shorter girl kissing her back with the same level of hunger. Rue's hand getting lost in Maddy's hair, their kiss now purely driven by their carnal desire for each other.

The taller girl moves her hand down to caress Maddy's bare thigh and Rue feels goosebumps form against her hand.

Rue moves her hand further up and tugs at the hem of Maddy's underwear. The older girl places her hands on Rue's shoulders and lifts herself up slightly, allowing the younger girl to pull her underwear off completely.

Rue looks up and settles her gaze on her girlfriend's face, at an attempt to gain consent but Maddy seemed to have beaten her to it. She pushes Rue's head down and the taller girl prepares to get on her knees until she hears a dreaded noise.

The bell.

"There's no way." Rue groans.

Maddy lets out a whine in protest.

"Who cares if we're a little late." Rue states, looking up. She meets Maddy's gaze with hooded eyes.

Maddy opens her mouth to respond but before she gets the chance a girl suddenly bursts in through the bathroom doors.

Rue quickly stands up and Maddy hops off the sink, frantically gathering themselves.

The girl stops for a beat, looks at the pair perplexed before eventually rushing into one of the stalls.

Rue glances at Maddy and the latina had managed to straighten herself up infront of the mirror. All evidence of their intense makeout session barely visible.

Rue had her mouth slightly agape, astonished at Maddy's ability to gather herself so quickly.

Maddy gets on her tip toes and places a quick kiss on Rue's cheek before slyly shoving her own underwear into Rue's pocket.

"Find me after school." Maddy whispers against Rue's ear, not giving the younger girl a chance to respond.

She then rapidly walks past her and out the bathroom.

Rue stood disoriented for a moment, trying to recover from what just happened.

The girl from earlier walks out of the stall and heads over to the sink to wash her hands.

She looks over at Rue and squints her eyes slightly before reaching over to grab a few pieces of tissue paper to dry her hands.

"You have lipstick all over your mouth by the way." The girl states, bemused.

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RANDOM BF TEXTS 2 -

[ jk jin tae ]

JUNGKOOK -

jk: bricked up

y/n: cool

jk: no :/

y/n: not cool

jk: yeah

y/n: forgive my ignorance 😓

jk: ur forgiven

y/n: thanks

jk: where are you

y/n: out

jk: cheating ?

y/n: yeah

jk: thought so

y/n: got too many hoes

jk: but they ain’t me ?

y/n: no you’re actually one of them

jk: that makes me feel batter

y/n: you are welcome

jk: cum

want that

y/n: ew

jk: sorry me and my hoe tendencies i can’t help it 😞

y/n: keep yourself in line booty call #432

jk: it won’t happen again mistress 😣

y/n: good

jk: what if i’m cheating on you

y/n: that would be unfortunate

jk: yeah

y/n: yeah

jk: ok

come back home now :)

y/n: can’t

saving orphans from a burning building

jk: you can leave them

they’ll be fine

y/n: no

i don’t think they will

jk: frick

y/n: pls don’t use language like that around me

jk: frog

y/n: thanks

jk: don’t contact me anymore

mommy mommy bye mommy mommy kiss kiss mommy kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss me kiss kiss mommy kiss kiss

y/n: what

jk: *bye

y/n: where you going stink 😣

jk: to beat my meat

y/n: oh

jk: sorry

y/n: not sorry

jk: you know me so well 🥺

SEOKJIN -

jin: my boxers lowkey eating me out rn 🤤

y/n: send pics

jin: i don’t send for free

y/n: fine

didn’t want to see your shit stains anyways

jin: shit stains ? me ? never

y/n: them white draws say something els 🥱

jin: yk lying is a sin right ?

y/n: yeah.

do YOU ?

jin: i hate you

y/n: that really makes me upset seokjin

jin: still getting eaten out btw

y/n: this this your way of telling me you want your ass ate ???

jin: NO

you sick fuck

y/n: i don’t judge

just say the word bae 🤤🤞🏽

jin: bye

y/n: come back 🥺

jin: i didn’t message you for you to be acting a fool

y/n: then why did you message me ?

idk what type of mood we talking in when you open with “my boxers lowkey eating me out rn 🤤”

jin: can i not just share things with the loml ??

you didn’t need to respond

i was just letting you know

y/n: why would i need to know that tho ?

like what does me knowing that piece of information do for me ??

jin: like i said i just wanted to let you know

y/n: maybe you need to be sent to a home fr

you’re loosing your mind bae

i’m worried

age is really catching up with you

jin: fuck you

y/n: 😣

TAEHYUNG -

tae: what if i grabbed ur tits with my feet lolz 😋 read at 8:13

tae:

read at 8:35

tae: ☹️

y/n: never in your life message me that shit again

tae: hi babe ☺️

y/n: i will block you next time

tae: they’re not even that bad :/

y/n: shut the fuck up

tae: i think we should shake things up yk?

y/n: stop thinking all together

tae: …

sorry

i take it back

how are you ?

was thinking about you today :)

y/n: i was fine until you messaged me that shit

tae: i’m sorry

y/n: no you’re not

tae: i’m a little bit sorry

y/n: get lost

tae: no

i cant help it 🤤

y/n: we are officially over

tae: fine

y/n: fine

tae: bye lol

read at 8:46

tae: ok i didn’t mean it come back

y/n: thought so

tae: you are so boring

y/n: i just don’t want your dinosaur stompers anywhere near me that’s all

tae: DINOSAUR STOMPERS ???

they are NOT that bad

y/n: babe…

tae: fr 😕?

y/n: fr.

tae: man

y/n: it’s okay you can wear socks !!

tae: the beauty standard is so fucked these days

y/n: i have fluffy ones for you

tae: maybe i need to prostest

y/n: cute little red ones !!

tae: push the boundaries

y/n: no

you really don’t need to

tae: i have to bae

this is my calling

all feet are pretty feet❤️

y/n: i’m so done

another one free from the drafts i cba to finish this one but love it so here u are

#bts crack #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #jin x reader #jin x you #v x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin x y/n #bts text #bts texts

[mango-bango-bby]

hii can u do a platonic yandere inarizaki where reader is selectively mute & some of the twins fangirls like bully them and the team would find out? it would be cool if inarizaki viewed reader as there little sibling! so sorry if this goes across of any of your boundaries feel free to change anything! remember to eat and drink some water!! <3

♡ What Happened ♡

(A/N: It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve written for Haikyuu 😭😭 So I hope it’s good!! Inarizaki is my favorite team so absolutely adored writing this!! You better remember to eat and drink water too!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, bullying, mentions of injury, reader is mute 

Summary: You get bullied but luckily, the team is there to handle it (Yan!Platonic!Inarazaki x GN!Manager!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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The Inarazaki volleyball team was a family to you. You didn’t want to be their manager at first, worrying that because you were mute that it wouldn’t work. But they never seemed to mind that you were mute, in fact they insisted on learning sign language so you didn’t have to write everything out.

Of course, you still write things out sometimes. There was nothing the team loved more than looking over at you while they were in a game, seeing you smiling widely and holding up a sign that says something like ‘You can do it!’ or ‘I believe in you!’. But most of the time, your muteness wasn’t a problem. At least for the team that is, they accepted you no matter what, but others not so much.

You often found yourself the target of bullying. Not only because you were mute, but also because the volleyball team had many fans. Their fans didn’t see what they saw in you. Their fans believed they deserved someone better to be their manager. You didn’t exactly think it was that big of a deal. The most their fans would do was shove you and feign innocence. Or mock you and ask you to speak for them before laughing it off.

Today was different though. You walk into the gym, smiling as well as you with your cheek swelling up. You had gotten slapped, slapped really hard. The girl did it because you were ‘not responding’ to her when she told you to stay away from the Miya twins because she had a crush on them. “Hi guys, sorry I’m late” you sign, before Suna immediately runs up to you.

“Holy shit, Y/n, what happened?” Atsumu asks, completely worried. Suna bringing his hand up to your cheek but you stopped him, hissing at the contact. “It’s nothing, I’m fine” You sign not only to him but also to the rest of the team. They tended to be overprotective, viewing you as a younger sibling. It’s clear they don’t believe it, they can see you’re not find even through your smile.

“What happened? Don’t lie” Osamu says, watching you glance down at the floor. Kita leans closer to you, inspecting your wounds. Aran was already on his way to get you the first aid kit. “It was just some of your fans, it was an accident” You sign, pretending as if she didn’t corner you on purpose.

“No, this was no accident” Kita says, Aran finally coming back to clean up your cheek. At this point the whole team was around you. You almost felt embarrassed even though you know they’re just fretting over you and wanting you to be safe.

“So who did it?” Atsumu asks, making sure you’re looking into his eyes. “Please don’t get into a fight” You sign, the boys glancing at each other. “We won’t, we just want to know” Suna says, before you sign the name of the girl who had done this. Although they said they wouldn’t, they know they will.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Thank you for reading, darling!!

#soft yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere inarazaki #yandere!inarazaki #yandere inarazaki x reader #yandere haikyuu x manager reader #yandere inarazaki x manager reader

[getsojaded]

part ii: pre-show playlist || calum hood

word count: 3.1k +

warnings: swearing, fluff —> angst —> fluff (rollercoaster!!!!), calum x she/her reader

a/n: this like… might’ve been my favourite thing i’ve written so far. hope u love it just as much as i do <3

read part one here!

—

A couple months, thirty-shows and a hell of a tour later, here it is: your last show of your world tour. You always knew you'd want to end it in the heart of Los Angeles, wanting to soak in the love in warmth radiating from each fan in your hometown. However, when The Kia Forum is the last venue you rock out at, expecting seventeen thousand people rocking out with you, the nerves start to hit you like a fucking truck.

As for your ex-boyfriend’s band’s song on your playlist… you didn’t take it off. In fact, you had added another one — More — just to fuck with your fans. You knew exactly at which moment whichever song started playing, because you would hear the screams of the crowd a thousand times louder while you were preparing yourself in your dressing room. And after each tweet you sent our after your show, the replies would be flooded with “omg she added more” “she’s playing with us i swear” “start playing the whole youngblood album at this point”. You and Calum stayed in touch for most of your tour. Small phone calls every couple of shows, with short and sweet conversations. You two still had some tension, which was inevitable, but talking to Calum was easy. It always was. He had called you the night before, telling you that you’d see him after the show and that he was looking forward to it. He had fibbed, just a little bit though. What he didn’t tell you was that the thought of you being in his presence drove him wild, and that these past months have been killing him because your Los Angeles show could not have come any slower.

A week ago, you were feeling completely fine. No doubtful thoughts, no butterflies in your stomach, nothing. Three days beforehand, the thoughts started getting to your head. Should I change the setlist? What if there's a technical issue and the fans can't hear me? What if there's a weather issue and I can't continue the show?

And now here we are, fifteen minutes before the show begins, breathing in and out into a paper bag as you contemplate what outfit to wear.

"Hey Y/N, did you - are you okay?!" One of your crew members, Angel walks up to you, grabbing the paper bag from your hands and grabbing your shoulders.

Angel was your favourite crew member on this tour. You two grew such a big friendship, having done so after you poured your heart out to her the day after you had had that phone call with Calum. The rest was history.

Angel knew Calum was expected to come see you on the last show of tour, so when she told him to "wait a second, I'll check if she's in there" and walk into your dressing room, she didn't expect to see you losing your absolute shit. And there Calum was behind the door, wondering what was taking Angel so long to scope out the room.

"Ange, I can't fucking do this," You breathe out as she sits you two on the couch. "I'm not ready to do this. This venue is too fucking big. I can't perform in front of all these people. What if I suck? What if I -"

"Y/N, none of that! You have killed it the entirety of this tour! You deserve to be here. You deserve to sell out this venue and you deserve to perform your heart out in front of these fans that love you more than anything," She cuts you off, rubbing your back as tears start to form in your eyes. "And besides, you can't let down the one person who's hear to see you."

As if it were on que, the dressing room door opens, revealing the one and only. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. Was just taking a while and I wanted to check if everything was okay.”

Your heart momentarily stopped at the sight of the boy, doe-eyed and small smiled. Angel notices the trance you're in, and takes a moment to step outside to allow some privacy between you guys.

"Cal, I.. I thought you weren't gonna be here til' later."

"And miss the start of your last show of the tour? No fuckin' way," Calum responds, walking over to you and engulfing you in the most needed hug ever. "Hi, Y/N. Good to see you again." He tells you.

You cherish the warm embrace so dearly, wanting nothing more than having him closer to you, his touch acting as a stress reliever. And he doesn't fail to notice your tense body loosen up in his arms as you hold him tighter. "Hi, Calum."

"Why aren't you dressed yet? You're supposed to go on stage soon?" He asks, pulling away and taking notice of your outfit, which was currently a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. He then realizes your tear stained eyes, concern starting to be present all over his face. "Y/N, love, are you okay?"

You suddenly feel slightly embarrassed, and you don't know why. He's seen you at your best, worst, and everything in between – so why do you feel so small right now? Maybe it's the fact that Calum is so good at what he does, and he probably wouldn't feel this way at all about performing.

"Just.. doubting myself. So many damn people and I don't know if I can take it. Fuck, I need to find an outfit," You respond, rushing over to your closet, trying to choose your oufit for tonight's show. Calum follows you, taking your hands and putting them in his.

"Y/N, look at me," He breathes out, trying to make eye contact with you. You, being your stubborn self, refuse to look up at him right away, so he takes matters into his own hands and lifts your chin up with his pointer finger. Your glass stained eyes break his heart into a million different pieces, and he's left wondering how somebody as talented and wonderful as you could be feeling the immense amount of pain you're in.

"You are a fuckin' phenomenal performer, and I've known that about you since the first day I met you. You were born for any damn stage, especially this one. There's seventeen thousand people waiting for you out there, half of them probably waiting since the night before just so they can be close to you. You deserve this. You are meant for this shit, and nobody can body that damn stage as good as you. So what you're gonna do, is get up on there, perform that fire setlist, and you're gonna make those fans of yours proud. You're gonna make me proud, okay Y/N? You hear me?"

As his tattooed hand caresses yours, and you look up at those big, brown eyes that you had always been in love wiith, you remember every single thing you had grown to admire about him. His way with words, and how they comfort you with his softspoken tone. The way he has always been able to keep you in check, even now. The way he never fails to make your heart skip a beat, as if the both of you were 18, meeting each other for the first time, never expecting the extraordinary love that the two of you would experience hand in hand.

"Calum, I.." You trail off, being unable to finish your sentence before a crew member bangs on your door, letitng you know you have five minutes before you head onstage. "Fuck," You whisper under your breath, well aware you don't have enough time to say the words that you need to to Calum. So what do you do?

You take his face with your hands, and press your lips to his, in the most passionate way you could. A kiss that could make his knees weak. A kiss that the two of you have been longing, for too fucking long. A kiss that makes up for all the other ones you hadn't been able to share.

You pull away, the two of you extremely breathless, with his face still in your hands and his hands wrapped around your waist, "We'll talk after," You manage to breathe out, with him simply nodding in return. "I have about two minutes to find a fucking outfit, and you were always better at doing this for me. So, can you please help me out here?" You desperately ask, both of your attention now turned towards your closet. "Don't mind if I do, love." And with that, Calum pieces together what could be your most favourite outfit of your tour. Another thing that you had fallen in love with about him – his sense of style.

As you quickly change from your sweatsuit into the outfit, you walk up to him and give him one more kiss, smiling through it as he holds you closer towards him. "I'll make you proud, Cal."

An ear to ear grin appears on his face, as you open the dressing room door to face your anticipated crowd. "Go rock out with your socks out, baby." You laugh at his reference towards his first tour, another fucking thing about him that you fell in love with: his absolute nerdiness. "Will do."

–

Calum had been watching from the side of the stage as you performed your heart out for your last show. You made sure to turn your head to the left a few more times than usual, either giving a wink or small smile towards him, just as a small token of appreciation. As you perform your encore and the final show begins to come to a close, you yell out into the mic, "Thank you Los Angeles, and thank you all for this tour! I love you, and I hope to see you all again soon!" You blow countless kisses to the crowd in front of you, before running off the side of the stage and watching the stage lights dim.

There Calum was, with the biggest smile on his face as he was ready to congratulate you with open arms. And you gladly ran into them, with happy tears forming in your eyes. "You did so good," He exclaims, pulling slightly away from you so that you two could make eye contact.

"Thank you, Cal," You respond, sniffling as he wipes your very few tears away. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying in such a proud moment like this ; he knows it's the adrenaline rush, as he's experienced it one too many times before.

"We did it Y/N, congrats!" All your crew members and tour staff rush up to you and Calum, engulfing you in the biggest group hug ever. Calum takes a step back to admire the moment, as he watches everyone celebrate and exclaim for the love of his life.

"Welcome back, buddy," A deep voice appears from beside him. Your tour manager, Nick, pats Calum on the back as the two of them watch the happiness unfold from each person in front of them. Nick was there to watch yours and Calum's little love life during your first tour, and Nick had grown to take a liking for Calum. And when he found out that Calum wouldn't be joining you guys for the next one, he couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Good to see ya again, mate," Calum gives Nick a quick hug, as the little tour member group and you pull away, you quickly excuse yourself to freshen up and change, giving Nick and Calum a few moments to catch up. "So, what brings you here again?"

"Gave her a call when tour started, and I promised her I'd be at her last show." Calum simply tells Nick, earning a smirk and a wink from him. "She's missed you, yknow. Sometimes I overheard her talking to Ange about how things were different without you with us."

"Oh my God, tell me about it!" Calum and Nick hear a small, higher pitched voice from behind them, coming face to face with Angel herself. "That was all I heard from her. She was so excited to see you today, I don't know if she was freaking out extra over her last LA show, or if you were here!"

Calum can't control the warmth and redness that form on his cheeks as Nick and Angel chuckle at his reaction. "She loves you, man. Never stopped. You guys planning on doing something together once she's done here?" Nick asks. "Yeah, not too sure what yet, but we'll figure it out." Calum responds, earning another pat on the back from Nick. "I think you know what to do, bro. Good luck." And Calum knows exactly what your tour manager is referring to.

"Good luck on what?" You cluelessly ask, walking over to the group of three and latching your arm onto Calum's without thought. "Oh nothing," Nick smirks. "Congrats on your tour, Y/N. We'll celebrate later, alright?" He tells you, pulling you into a quick hug. "Sounds good, thank you for everything." You respond, and with that, Nick and Angel make their seperate ways and so do you and Calum, exiting the venue.

The cool California breeze hits your bodies as you walk towards Calum's car. He lets go of your arm momentarily, engulfing you in another bear hug before opening the passenger seat of his car for you. "What was that for?" You giddily ask him, before hopping into his car.

"Nothing, just wanted to appreciate you."

As he gets into the drivers side and starts the car, you carelessly ask him "Where are we going?" To which he responds, "Oh, I don't know, where we used to always go?"

The Hollywood Sign.

You smile at his gesture, as he grabs your left hand with his right, windows down with music blaring through the speakers, and you two make your journey to your favourite spot together.

It's a beautiful situation, and you couldn't get enough of it. The cool, Californian air, the bright stars in the sky, as you drive around with the boy who still kept your heart safe after all these months. It's perfect in your eyes. Finishing off a world tour, now spending time with Calum. Your Calum.

But fantasies don't last forever. As the two of you hike up to the (legal) view of the sign, you come to the realization that this is only one night out of a handful that you and Calum can spend together. You remember the whole reason why you aren't together anymore – you remember that you guys aren't together, at all.

You love him. You love him so much that you wouldn't hesitate to do a damn thing for him without any regret. But you can't go through the pain of losing him again. You can't risk it, not again.

Calum notices your change in mood the minute you two take a seat on the all too familiar bench. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asks, grabbing your hand and resting it in his lap. Your eyes become glossy while you turn to face him. Worry and concern is laid out all over his face, and he wonders what has happened within the couple of hours between you guys for you to change your emotions so quickly. You don't respond to him right away, which causes him to ask you, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Cal, you haven't done anything wrong." You mumble, wiping a tear away with your free hand. "If anything, you've done everything right." "Then why are you crying?" He desperately responds, begging for an answer and trying to find one in your eyes.

"Because, I love you. Because I still love you and because I'd still put you above anything on this fucking planet. But we can't forget why we're not who we were anymore. When this night ends, we have to go back to our lives. I know on our phone call we said we'll figure it out and that we have time but what happens after that? I... I can't fucking lose you again, Cal. I can't handle it. Losing you once was bad enough."

"Baby, look at me." He tells you, taking your face in his hands and forcing the eye contact.

He understands what you're feeling. He understands the risks of even possibly trying again – both your careers and lives hasn't changed very much. This is just, one of the once in a blue moon situations where the two of you have the large amount of free time on your hands, at the same time. He knows this second honeymoon phase won't last forever, and he knows the risks you two would be taking together.

But he loves you. He loves everything about you. He can't imagine a life without you, and even with the time apart you two took, the thought of a future without you drove him insane. Just like how you're scared, he is too. But he's willing to take the risk if it means he gets to be the one to call you his for the rest of his life.

"Do you remember the phone call we had?" He asks you, you nodding in response. "You said that you didn't want the time and circumstances to fuck us over this time around. I don't want it to, either. I know it's scary, giving us another shot. I told you that you were the last thing that I was ever gonna let go of again. That hasn't changed. I love you, I fucking love you. I don't give a fuck about the obstacles, and I'm willing to hop over every single one if it means I get to stay with you. We know what went wrong this first time around, and this gives us the perfect opportunity to change things and make things right." He pours his heart out to you, grabbing your hands and intertwining them. "We can do this on your terms. We can go as slow as you want, but fuck Y/N, I can't let this night end without you."

And there it was. HIs way with words. His gentle tone that gets his point across, that you had always been in love with. And all nerves aside, you trusted him. He was right – you know Cal, and he knows you. You two have all the power to fix your mistakes and do it right this time. And you're not one to take risks. But for Calum, anything for him.

"Cal..." You begin, looking up at the brown eyes that had you entranced from the moment you met him. You didn't notice him get emotional as well while he poured his heart out to you, only now realizing tears were falling down his face. "Please Y/N, you're the best thing that's ever been mine," He whispers, his voice cracking. Your heart shatters at the sight of the boy in front of you, as his body trembles just in the slightest. "The fantasy doesn't need to end tonight."

"I love you. I love you and I'm so fucking terrified. But, you're worth it, Cal. Anything is worth it if it means I get to hold you in the end," You start, squeezing his hand softly. "It's going to be hard, but... but I'm willing to take that chance with you. I promise to do everything I couldn't do before, and I promise to do it a thousand times better. I, just need you to do the same thing for me, love."

"I promise, baby. I'm not letting you down, not this time around. I'm not letting you go. Not now, not ever. You're mine, and I'm all yours, Y/N." He responds.

And as the two of you hold each other tight, telling you two that you love each other and sharing even more passionate kisses than the one in your dressing room a few hours before, you realize:

Maybe adding his song onto your playlist was the best thing you'd have ever done.

@/ghvstofyou: y’all i swear i saw calum at y/n’s show today

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer imagine #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagine #calum hood #calum hood imagine #luke hemmings #michael clifford #michael clifford imagine #calum hood angst #luke hemmings angst #michael clifford angst #ashton irwin angst #calum hood smut #luke hemmings smut #michael clifford smut #ashton irwin smut #calum hood fluff #luke hemmings fluff #michael clifford fluff #ashton irwin fluff #5sos5 #5sos angst #5sos fluff #5sos smut #luke hemmings imagine #5 seconds of summer fluff #5 seconds of summer angst

[queenmina37]

hi!! i found out your bleach x bnha crossover series last night and i DEVOURED it, i had such a great time reading it and it's so funny 😭 i just wanted to say thank you for sharing such a brilliant brainworm that will probably now live in MY brain forever 💜 i know it hasn't been updated in like a year but that won't stop me 😾 and since we're here i figure i'll ask something: how would aizawa react if he found out ichigo has two whole *kids*?

again, Thank You and hope you have a good day 💜

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA You're the person who left comments on Ghost Hunters of UA, aren't you?? I'm so glad you liked it!

This is an interesting thing because I could actually swear that I've written something about this? Actually, I just realized that I probably have some parts of the story written... that I haven't posted... because... I don't even know... I remember that I had the very last story for the series written, but I didn't want to post it if the rest of the series was still not finished, but I might actually post it at some point, if I can just remember to do that.

But I could swear I've written something about Aizawa finding out about Kazui and Ichika? It's possible it's one of the group chat chapters that I wrote and then decided not to go through with the idea at all? Yeah, actually, I just found it and it's definitely like that.

I'm not going to put this on ao3 (at least at this time), but since you asked, here you go! Please remember that it was written before the first chapter of Ghost Hunters of UA, so it might not be entirely accurate, for example with what happens in that story, but, yeah, anyways.

Karakura Gang + Stragglers (Group chat name)

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

Ichigo

God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)

Uryuu

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

[A picture of the living room of the Ishida Residence. Sitting in front of a dark wine red couch and the low table in front of it, on the floor, are two boys around the same age. One of them has wild, spike orange hair that is just slightly smoother than Kurosaki Ichigo’s spiky hair. He’s grinning brightly, his purple eyes alight. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a baby blue hoodie. The other boy also had orange hair, though of a different, darker shade than the other boy’s. He was beaming. He had dark blue eyes. Both boys were staring right at the camera.]

Why is kazui in my house

Assno (Asano)

asdfghjkl

Reject Universe (Orihime)

Oh!

I didnt know kazui was over!

Dragon (Tatsuki... I think?)

Oh my god what the fuck

Arrancar Translator (Chad...?)

Huh

Queen (Rukia)

Oh my god how is he over there?????

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

omw dont let him leave

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

Bit late for that

Reject Universe (Orihime)

I just got home and he just ran out (°-°)

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Is he scared of u?

This is like the third time he has done that right?

Reject Universe (Orihime)

Oh no surely not right?

I dont want kazui to be scared of me!!

Queen (Rukia)

He isnt scared orihime I promise

God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)

He just gets similar alarms ringing like when rukia smiles when he has done something he shouldnt have done

Also im coming over, see if I can hold him down long enough for renji to drag him back home

Karakura Red (Karin)

Caught the little shit

Bringing him home but ichi-nii should still come keep an eye on him

Me and yuzu have shit to do

God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)

omw

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

I will be there in a few hours once these idiots get the senkaimon going

Queen (Rukia)

Might be good

Kazui has been taking it rather hard that ichigo is on such a long mission

A bit of time alone with his dad will do him some good

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

Im sorry

Kurosaki has a son?

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Wait we didnt tell u?

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

No????

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

He has a wife and a husband too

Assno (Asano)

Some of us cant find one and he went and got himself two

Arrancar Translator (Chad)

Actually he has two kids

Son and daughter

Reject Universe (Orihime)

Oh but renji is actually ichika’s dad

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

What

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

Kazui and ichika are twins

Ichigo is kazui’s dad

Renji is ichika’s dad

Simple

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

In what universe

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Well I mean they have the same mom and are twins so its pretty simple

Must Protect (Yuzu?)

Aww!

[A picture of Ichigo laying down on the couch in the living room of the Kurosaki Residence. He has one hand under his head, while the other is wrapped around Kazui, who is laying between him and the back of the couch, his head on Ichigo’s chest. Both have their eyes closed. Ichigo is in his shinigami uniform.]

They are so cute!

Queen (Rukia)

Is he purring?

Karakura Red (Karin)

Of course hes purring

This is ichi-nii we are talking about

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

I’m sorry

Kurosaki

Purrs?

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Like an engine yeah

But only when he naps with the kids

They love it

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

??????

How???????

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

You havent heard him purr before?

Arrancar Translator (Chad)

He was already doing it in middle school but it escalated in high school

Queen (Rukia)

It escalated even more after he died

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

And then it became exclusive to the kids

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

????????????????????

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

Wait

What do you mean its exclusive to the kids

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Its exclusive to the kids?

He only purrs when he wants to nap with the kids?

Queen (Rukia)

It calms kazui down and he falls asleep within seconds

Ichika too but thats because shes been conditioned into it rather than it being natural like with kazui

Why?

Karakura Red (Karin)

He does it with me too tho

Yuzu too

Reject Universe (Orihime)

He did it to uryuu once too!

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

What??????

Karakura Red (Karin)

Urahara said its a hollow thing

Pack thing and all that

Must protect little ones

Hes trying to calm down and put to sleep any younger relatives essentially

Must Protect (Yuzu)

Yeah I hear the visored do the same with him too

But he never does it to them because they are older than him

Karin has done it to me too

Karakura Red (Karin)

Yuzu!!!

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Oh my god

Assno (Asano)

Y r u guys so pure?

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Im not sure what about having a bloodthirsty cannibal in your head is pure but u do u buddy

Assno (Asano)

Wait no!!!

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Also I will be there in another 30 mins

Must Protect (Yuzu)

Stay for tea until they wake up!

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

I

I hate to break this to you people but kurosaki is expected at school tomorrow morning

Karakura Red (Karin)

Thats what shunpo and sonido are for

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

What does that even mean

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

He fast

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

That explains literally nothing

Queen (Rukia)

It explains literally everything

#awkward conversations and wandering spirits au #has it really been that long since i did anything with this story? #I could swear it hasn't been that long #then again i also keep telling people i'm a few years younger when they ask for some reason #idk why it's just that i could swear it's not 2024 yet

[seongminiz]

camboy!taeyoung thoughts !!

minors dni ; camboy roommate!taeyoung x afab!reader ; word count: ~770

warnings : not very detailed smut ; masturbation ; dont know how but this mighttt count as dubcon since both taeyoung n reader r doing everything behind each others back ? ; kind of exhibitionism idk ; i overuse the („• ᴗ •„) emoticon bc im insane

based on that one taeyoung video , might be- no its definitely all over the place , not proof read , was supposed to post this last night but i fell asleep , pls guys dont make fun of me idk how long i can still pull the autistic aroace lesbian card to defend myself from the shitty writer allegations , im very sleepy rn :3 , might post a part 2 if anyone is interested bc im not done with the thoughts („• ᴗ •„)

camboy taeyo- GETS RAN OVER BY A TRAIN

my god my god my god

he'd sometimes use fleshlights n stuff like that but nothinggg would beat when hes fucking his hand n cums all over his toned abs („• ᴗ •„) n he'd tease his audience sooo much ! being all cocky n mostly in a dom mood ,, but the most fun streams of his r the ones where hes more subby :( begging n whining n trying sooo hard not to come too early bc being this vulnerable in front of an audience makes him more sensitive n turned on •v• camboy tyoungie i fucking love u thats it

and and and and

roommate!taeyoung who also works as a camboy to have some extra money to spend on himself . u dont know abt it , u just assume hes rlly loud n horny all the time - which, hey, u cant rlly blame him for it - but u do question if hes that loud bc he wants u to hear him ,, if only u knew how ur guess isn't that far fetched , taeyoung having to keep himself from moaning ur name everytime he streams, touching himself to the thought of u - on top of him or under him , anywhere , he doesn't care , just thinking abt u is enough . and if only he knew how u took an habit of touching urself at the same time, ur bed being conveniently against the wall confining with his room .. u dont even worry abt taeyoung hearing u , you pride yourself in being on the quieter side - you really aren't and taeyoung anxiously checks if his mic is picking up on ur sounds every single time he hears u . until one eventful day - while taeyoung is out at the gym or something - u realize oh shit , u r unbelievably horny n ur personal jerk off material isn't home ,, u r so desperate , nothing you find on twitter or even those shitty porn sites seems to do the job , it's almost like you've conditioned yourself to only feel good bc of taeyoung </3 at some point , doom scrolling ur twitter tl u come across an account u follow promoting their ,, streaming channel on some obscure website that sounds like a scam . no its definitely a scam . you've never had that much of an interest in this kind of content , but you figure at this point u could try anything to get rid of how unbearably horny u r . again, nothing of what you're seeing piques your interest, until u see the thumbnail of a specific vod from a few days prior. despite being darker, you can still realize the room looks eerily similar to yours - to taeyoung's. u shake ur head, giving yourself a few slaps for good measure and whispering to yourself to 'fucking snap out of it', there's no way you're so down bad for ur roommate u r starting to imagine him as one of these camboys. no way. but u still cant fight the urge to click on the video, maybe the resemblance to taeyoung is what can get u to finally feel good . you hurriedly put your oh so beloved noise canceling headphones on and turn the volume up. that's when your heart sinks and u freeze, hand stopping halfway inside your shorts bc holy shit that sounds a little too much like taeyoung, n u r now a hundred percent sure u saw those same bedsheets in his room four days ago - coincidentally the same day this was streamed, and yes thats his shirt, the one that always drives u insane bc he looks a little too good in it .... before u know it , you're on ur third vod of his , basically binge watching all of his past streams and on the verge of tears with how much you've been overstimulating yourself . you're so lost in it u dont realize taeyoung has come back home around the midst of 2nd video or so , and knows exactly what ur up to when he hears u moaning his name . poor boy is fighting the urge to just burst into your room , telling himself it wouldn't be morally right to do so - as if jerking off to the thought of his roommate while streaming or standing right by their door as he starts to slowly palm himself over his pants while listening to you getting off is any more decent ,,

this might stay ur little secret , both too shy to confront each other abt it ,, or maybe taeyoung will just have to wait for a repeat of that day to catch you red handed and finally get what he's been craving for weeks („• ᴗ •„)

#🍰 seongminiz ! #🧇 crvt ! #cravity hard hours #cravity smut #taeyoung smut #btw op on twitter deleted the video i feel miserable #(i literally downloaded it on my phone)