#these were supposed to be throw away pics

[haganez]

he’s so crazzzzzzzzzzy! love him!!!

#t tag #these were supposed to be throw away pics #but these were the only ones that came out okay so whatever #guess u just get me holding tissue

[tunatoge]

pairing: s. gojo x reader | next part >

when megumi asks gojo to teach him how to ride a bike, he panics–how would he teach a kid how to ride a bike when he doesn’t know how to ride one either? instead of admitting that, however, gojo goes out and buys a kids’ bike with training wheels, reassuring megumi that ‘of course he knows how to ride a bike, he’s the best cyclist in the world’! megumi doubts him the moment gojo’s confident facade falls and he eyes the bike weirdly. 

you’re in the bath at your small apartment when gojo calls you, saying he desperately needs you. you immediately jump out of the tub and dry yourself as you attempt to simultaneously throw on your uniform. when you get to gojo’s place, you quickly look around in fear that something is wrong only to find little megumi and tsumiki crowded around a gaudy blue bike. megumi looks up at you, a bike helmet a size too big pulled over his messy hair. 

“are you going to teach me how to ride a bike?” he asks as he scratches at the velcro straps on his knee pads. 

huh?

everything clicks into place when gojo comes around the corner with unnecessary biking equipment piled high in his arms. you grit your teeth. of course gojo would ask you to teach megumi how to ride a bike, you and suguru were the only ones who knew how to ride one in the first place. you didn’t think it was too useful of a skill when you and your classmates were younger, especially after the young gojo clan head had called you a country bumpkin for knowing how to ride a bike, but you suppose it was important enough that gojo would deliberately go out of his way to get you to teach a kid how to bike. 

as gojo deposits everything in his arms, you crouch down to megumi’s height with a smile on your face, pushing your still wet hair out of your eyes. you reach forward and adjust megumi’s helmet. 

“how long have you been biking with training wheels?” you ask, pulling the helmet straps a little tighter and clipping them into place. 

megumi purses his lips as he looks away to think. “a few weeks,” he says, “i want to be the first one in my grade to know how to ride a bike without training wheels, though.” you let out a little laugh as megumi tucks his chin away from you, his cheeks a soft pink. 

“alright, megumi, i’ll make sure that you’re the first person in your grade to ride a bike.” you extend your pinky towards him, “i pinky promise,” you say, tilting your head with a bright smile. megumi shyly links his pinky with yours as your smile widens. 

teaching megumi how to ride a bike is hard. gojo hovers over your shoulder as you run behind megumi as he pedals on his bike, watching with a small unhidden grimace every single time you let go of the back of the blue bike and tell megumi to ‘keep going’! not only does having gojo next to you make it significantly harder to instruct megumi, but you also have to listen to him attempt to console and give wrong advice to the kid. 

you groan outwardly as megumi topples over on his bike a few feet away from you. as gojo begins to walk towards him, you bring your arm up and block him. 

“satoru,” you warn, “if you continue to give megumi wrong advice again i will fucking punch you.” you turn towards him and glare sharply. “let me do this.” 

you walk towards megumi and gojo falters, watching as you take the boy into your arms and pat the dirt off of him and make sure his knee pads are on tightly. the evening wind blows through your and megumi’s hair as you crouch down and pick up the ugly, scratched bike and help megumi settle back onto it. tsumiki stands up from the park bench she’s seated at and makes her way towards gojo, watching as you and megumi begin to race even further down the park’s bicycle only section. you let go and cheer loudly as megumi finally gets the hang of it, jumping up and down before bounding after him as he bikes around and around. 

“i like them,” tsumiki tells gojo, letting gojo reach down and pull her hair out of her face as the wind begins to pick up even more.

“me too,” he admits softly, watching you and megumi turn around, listening as your and megumi’s elated laughter fills the empty park.

#vians.scribbs #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #jjk fluff

[lustfulslxt]

What Are We Doing Step Bro? - Chris Sturniolo

summary : after your steamy vacation, you and your step brother, chris, seemed to pretend nothing ever happened. that is, until you throw a party while your parents are away.

warnings : step sibling trope, spit kink, very slight breeding kink, choking, spanking, slight fingering, brief (f) oral, rough sex, etc

a/n : NOT INCEST SO GET OFF MY DICK AB THAT SHIT!!! they are not blood related in any way, so actually stfu thanks! this is also HIGHLY requested, so enjoy xx FYI i used tara’s pic bc that’s the inspo for readers outfit

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It has been a few weeks since the little family vacation in which you and Chris had crossed certain boundaries in a profoundly sensual way. Neither of you have addressed it at all. When you woke up the next day, you were both dressed and on opposite ends of the bed. When he awoke, he didn’t say a thing about it. You assumed he was pretending it didn’t happen, so you did the same.

It’s been hard, actually. Knowing what he’s like in bed and how good he can pleasure you, has you thinking about it constantly. Though, you’ve never been bold enough to do something about it. Maybe you were just supposed to forget the whole thing.

So, you try your hardest. However, you can’t help the lingering glances on him any time he’s in your presence, the squeezing of your thighs when he brushes past you, the clenching of your core when he innocently touches you. Oh, how bad you want him to strip you of your clothes and make you tremble in euphoria.

Both of your parents are heading out the door, as they've planned a small getaway, kind of like a second honeymoon. Doing so, leaves you and Chris alone, once again.

The two of you had planned a party, and you're excited for it. Maybe you can finally get intoxicated and let loose, forgetting about the dooming fantasies you constantly have about your stepbrother.

Chris had arranged for the alcohol delivery, while you had sent out the memo. He had mentioned, earlier in the day, that the two of you should get the last-minute supplies you would need; solo cups, shot glasses, soda, and a variety of things to snack on.

You open your chapstick, twisting the wheel on the bottom to raise the stick of lubricant. As you apply the moisturizer to your plump lips, your bedroom door swings open. Upon looking up, you lock eyes with Chris who halts in place.

"Uh-" He starts, pausing as his eyes take in the sight of your lips rubbing the product in. "Are you ready to go?"

You hum, nodding your head as you slide your chapstick back in your purse. You stand up, slipping your feet into your slides, and pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder. You look over at Chris, who hasn't taken his eyes off of you.

"What?" You quip, raising your eyebrow.

A slight smirk pulls to his lips as he looks you over, enjoying the way your shorts hug your plush thighs and the way your small baby tee shows off your perky tits.

"What kind of chapstick is that?" He asks.

Your eyebrows knit together, "Cherry."

He's suddenly standing directly in front of you, his eyes boring into your face. You can almost feel his breath on your skin.

"I bet it tastes good." He speaks, his voice slightly raspy and low in tone.

Before you can respond, he's flashing you a grin and turning around to make his way out. You stand there, watching his retreating figure, feeling butterflies swarm in your stomach at the simple interaction. If only you had the balls to act on your desires; he'd be under you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

You swallow the accumulating saliva in your mouth, and take a deep breath, following Chris out. He’s already making his way out the front door, so you follow in suit.

The ride to the store is silent, aside from his quiet music playing from his playlist. You can’t help the sneaky glances you throw his way, admiring the way he so effortlessly looks sexy. The way he manspreads in his seat, gripping the steering wheel with one hand. You find yourself clenching around nothing as your breathing gets a bit shallow.

To retain the last bit of dignity you have, you use everything in you to pull your eyes from him, forcing yourself to look out the window and watch the passing scenery.

Little do you know, Chris is struggling with the same thoughts as you. Every chance he gets, his eyes soak in the way you lick your lips, just imagining them wrapped around his cock. The way you shuffle in your seat makes him think about how you would move as you ride him. Your thick thighs rubbing together, he just wants to shove his face between them.

The two of you head into the store, Chris purposely behind you just to watch the way your ass jiggles as you walk. Every time you turn around to make sure he’s still following you, you’re met with a smirk from him. You bite back a smile and continue with the shopping, Chris following closely behind you.

After the two of you buy everything you need, you head back home to set it all up. Surprisingly, Chris is actually putting in effort and helping you with everything. You thought for sure you would have to do it all yourself.

“Can you hand me that remote?” He questions after putting the led lights up.

You grab the mini device and pass it to him, biting your inner cheek as his fingers grasp yours. You look up at him, only to find him already looking down at you.

“What?” You ask, your voice barely audible.

“You’re just really pretty.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing.

Your heart practically skips a beat at his words, your stomach fluttering with butterflies. You know it’s wrong to even feel such a way with him, but you can’t help it.

You turn away with a slight blush on your cheeks, willing yourself not to smile like an idiot. Still, Chris can’t take his eyes off of you.

Everything about you drives him absolutely insane, and he just wants to have you again. But, despite his deep infatuation with you, he continuously shakes the never ending thoughts from his head, knowing it’s probably something he won’t be able to indulge in again.

While Chris makes sure the lights and surround sound are working, you walk through the house, making sure everything else is set up and in good condition. Everything valuable is tucked away, and furniture is moved out of the way for partygoers to maneuver with ease.

“Where are you going?” He questions as you head down the hall.

“Everything looks good, so I have to get ready.”

Without another word, you’re shutting yourself in your room. You immediately go for your closet in search of an outfit to wear. After a few moments of pondering, you pull it out and lay it on your bed.

You strip from the clothes you’re currently wearing, replacing them with what you picked out. You sit down at your vanity, ready to start your makeup and hair.

As you continue getting ready, you can hear people coming in and the music playing loudly throughout the house. It’s okay to be fashionably late to your own party. You want to take your time, making sure you look your absolute best. Maybe your plan is to tempt Chris, just so you can have him once again while your parents are away.

After finishing up, you stand in front of your mirror to observe your appearance. Satisfied, you leave your room to join the fun.

The lights are out around the house, glowing and flashing colors in place of them. The floor vibrates with the loud music, the atmosphere filling with it and chatter from everyone inside. There’s people piled on the makeshift dance floor, a few people occupying the sofa, and people scattered throughout the kitchen with drinks and snacks in hand.

You hate that your eyes are instantly searching for Chris. Tonight is supposed to be the night that you forget about him, but you can’t help it. Your actions and words contradict themselves, putting you in the biggest dilemma with your mind and body.

Coming up short in finding your stepbrother, you head to the kitchen to get a drink. There, you come across a few of your friends.

“Y/N!” Asia cheers, bringing the rest of their attention to you.

“Hey, you guys made it.” You smile, the four of you reciprocating hugs.

“Of course we did.” Liz chimes in, “You look absolutely killer by the way.”

You grin widely, giving them a twirl, “Thank you!”

Ash pours you a drink, handing it to you with a smirk on his face, “Who you tryna look good for?”

You and the two girls laugh as you shake your head, “Pleeease.”

The four of you continue drinking and chatting, catching up on things you’ve missed. Unfortunately for you, your mind is still stuck on Chris. You have yet to see him and it’s a bit of a bummer, but you’re forcing your feelings down with alcohol.

You’ve lost count of how many drinks you’ve had, simply enjoying the feeling of being intoxicated. It’s been quite some time since you were able to have fun like this with your friends, so you do your best to forget about Chris.

“Wanna dance?” Ash asks you, grabbing your hand.

You nod with a smile, letting him guide you to the crowd of dancers. Your relationship with him has always been different. You’ve never hooked up, and there aren’t any feelings, but you both get close and flirty. Maybe this would be a good time to get Chris’ attention.

Ash pulls you close, placing a hand on your back. You hold your cup in one hand, wrapping the other around his neck. You move sensually to the beat before turning around and placing your back against him. And as if the universe is working overtime, the second you do that, you lock eyes with Chris.

He’s sitting on the couch with his legs spread and a cup in his hand. He looks absolutely delicious with his black jeans, white long sleeve shirt with a black short sleeve layered on top, and his camouflage beanie.

His face is expressionless as he watches you dance with another man. He yearns to take his spot, being the one to dance with you like that. It’s torturous for him, not being able to be close with you in the way that he so desperately craves.

no matter what i do,

all i think about is you.

even when i’m with my boo,

boy, you know i’m crazy over you.

You sing the lyrics, mindlessly directing them at Chris as you hold each other’s eyes. His gaze trails over your entire body, turned on by your revealing outfit, yet furious at the thought of other guys eye fucking you the way he is.

He shuffles in his seat, adjusting his jeans at the crotch, already feeling a hard on coming in. He hates how easily you get him going, especially knowing that he can’t do anything about it.

Watching as Ash’s hands roam your body, Chris brings his cup to his mouth and downs the harsh contents. It’s becoming unbearable for him to see you like this with someone else. He’s growing more and more frustrated, itching to put a stop to it.

So he does.

He gets up, walking over towards you. Your eyes widen the slightest bit, your head tilting up to look at him as he’s not directly in front of you.

“Beat it. I need to talk to her, kid.” Chris says, directing his sentence at Ash.

Ash lightly scoffs, “Can’t you do it when we’re done?”

“No. Get lost.”

Reluctantly, he does as Chris says, leaving the two of you alone in the crowd of people. Chris nods his head to the hall, silently telling you to lead the way. You make your way down the vacant hallway, Chris hot on your tail.

Just as you’re about to say something, he pulls you into his room and shuts the door.

“What are you wearing?” He asks, leaving you appalled.

“What?”

He throws his hand up, gesturing towards your dress. “What is this?”

You furrow your brows, completely flabbergasted, “Chris, what the fuck? It’s very obviously a dress.”

“Why are you acting dumb?” He questions, incredulously. “The fuck are you wearing it for?”

You roll your eyes and lean against his dresser, only for him to follow you. “It’s a party, I can wear whatever I want.”

“No you can’t.” He bluntly states, only to receive a blank stare from you. “Take it off.”

You choke on your saliva, your cheeks immediately flushing, “What?”

“You heard me.” He bites back, crossing his arms.

Despite your increasing heartbeat, you shake your head, “You can’t just say that.”

“Why not? S’not the first time.” He casually shrugs.

Your heart stings a bit at his words, and you’re suddenly reminded of what happened last time. How he pretended nothing ever did.

“Exactly.” You mutter, looking away from him.

He feigns a pout, grasping your chin and turning your head back towards him. “Aw, are you upset that we didn’t wake up cuddling? That I didn’t buy you flowers and ask you to be my girlfriend?”

You forcefully push his hand away, now extremely aggravated with his taunting. Obviously, you know that’s entirely off the table. There’s not a single chance the two of you could work together, it’s simply unattainable.

“You don’t have to be a dick.” You tell him.

He smirks, “Then just let me give it to you.”

Your face heats up instantly at the thought, and even though you want it so bad, you feel as if you need to turn it down.

With a shake of your head, you simply decline, “No.”

“Oh, come on. I know how bad you want it. You think I don’t hear you moaning my name in your sleep? When you shower?”

You flush with embarrassment, putting your head down in an attempt to hide your humiliation.

“Kid, I’m not tryna make fun of you.” He gently speaks, “M’just saying you don’t need to lie to yourself.”

“Chris—“

“Shh.” He cuts you off, running his hand up your thigh. “Just let me make you feel good.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his fingertips graze over the fabric of your underwear. Part of you wants to stop him, but an even bigger part of you never wants him to stop.

Guess which part wins.

You suddenly grab a handful of his shirt and yank him into you, your lips smashing together in a heated kiss. As cliche as it is, it feels like time has stopped the moment your lips meet. This is what both of you have been longing for since the last time you were like this.

Chris’ hands instantly wrap around you, engulfing your ass in a tight squeeze, pulling a low moan from you that he swallows with his kiss. Your tongues sensually dance together, gliding all around each other’s mouths.

Your hands run up his chest and around his head, pulling his beanie off and throwing it for access to his hair. Your fingers run through it, tugging at the strands, eliciting a groan from him.

The kiss is feverish and sloppy, showing how bad you’ve both been craving one another. Chris’ hands slide up your skirt, gripping your ass even tighter than before, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You’re both frantic with your movements, desperate to feel each other.

You walk him backwards to the bed, your lips and hands never leaving him once. Suddenly, he pulls away, his mouth moving to your neck as he tilts your head.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groans against your skin, his breath sending shivers up your spine.

You whine at his words and the way his mouth skillfully works on your sensitive skin. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding him flush against you as he sucks and nips at your throat.

You tug him back by his hair, your hands instantly dropping to the hem of his shirt. He helps you in removing it before doing the same to you, leaving you both topless. He groans at the sight of your bare chest, your perky tits sitting pretty just for him.

He takes them and squeezes them in his palms, your hard nipples rubbing against the center of his hands. You softly moan at the sensation, your hands gripping his biceps. Your skin burns beneath his touch, your center throbbing with need as your arousal soaks your panties.

“Been waiting forever for this.” He admits in a low voice.

You’re breathless from his touch, “What took you so long?”

“Wanted to see if you would cave first, but then I saw you dancing with that douchebag and I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Your hands meet his belt, immediately undoing the buckle and pulling it from his jeans. He unbuttons his pants and kicks them off, leaving him in his boxers. Seeing his cock straining against the fabric, you’re eagerly dropping to your knees, only he stops you before you can get all the way down.

“Nuh uh.” He shakes his head, pulling you back up. “Get on the bed.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you oblige and crawl onto the bed, sitting on the back of your legs. Chris palms himself through his boxers as he watches you, licking his lips. He joins you on the bed, only behind you rather than in front of you like you’d thought.

You go to ask him what he’s doing, only he pushes your head down into the bed, arching your back as he pulls your ass up. Your heart thumps in your chest, your pussy clenching in anticipation.

He audibly groans at the sight of your skirt barely covering your ass, your wet panties on show. He reaches forward, pressing his thumb into the wet patch, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Always so wet for me, hm?” He teases.

You whine into the sheets, pushing your ass back for more friction, only to receive a loud smack in return. Your body jolts from the feeling, a stinging sensation running along your skin, before being soothed by his hand rubbing it out. His hands move to the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down along with your underwear, tossing both aside.

“God, you’re so perfect.” He whispers, admiring the way your pussy glistens from behind.

He brings his hand up to you, dragging it through your folds. You can’t help but push back into him, eager for more. He tsks, spanking you once again, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Never learn, do you?” He shakes his head, squeezing the plush skin. “Be patient, or you’re not getting shit.”

“M’sorry.” You whine, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you.

Suddenly, his mouth is on you, his tongue gliding between your wet folds. The sounds of your moans are muffled with your face buried in the bed. He continues to lap at your heat, shaking his head back and forth, his tongue repeatedly swiping over your clit. His mouth wraps around your bundle of nerves, sucking on it as he presses two fingers into your entrance.

“Oh my g-god.” You cry, your legs instantly twitching.

“Taste so fucking good.” He groans as he pulls away, his fingers pumping in and out of you at an extremely fast pace.

Your entire body feels ablaze as it’s wracked with pleasure. It takes merely seconds for your thighs to quiver and your toes to curl as your pussy squelches, your juices squirting out of you.

“Fuuuck.” You hear him mutter.

He pulls his hand away from you, taking his fingers in his mouth to clean them of your essence. Next, he’s grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it in your folds to coat it in your arousal. He puts the tip at your entrance and slowly pushes forward, watching your pussy squeeze around him.

Both of you moan as he bottoms out, and he only gives you a split second to adjust to him in this new position, before he’s thrusting in and out of you. Your mouth parts, lewd moans falling from it as he pumps in and out of you in such a rough manner.

“Chris.” You gasp, feeling him continuously hit your sweet spot.

His thrusts are quick and deep, your walls gripping him tightly as he shoves in and out. His hands are placed on your waist to keep you upright as he drills into you. The coil in your stomach is twisting and twisting, your face scrunched in pleasure as you take him. A continuous ‘ah, ah, ah’ sound leaves your mouth with every stroke.

Chris bites his bottom lip, furrowing his brows in concentration as he tries not to bust right then and there. Just the sight of your pussy sucking him in is almost sending him over the edge.

His hand wraps around your hair, tugging you up into him. Your back meets his chest, your skin sticking together as he continues to fuck you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your jaw is slack. Your baby hairs are slick against your forehead, and your face is flushed.

His hand pulls your mouth open a bit more, his face hovering over yours. Your eyes open just in time to see him spitting in your mouth, and you can’t help but clench around his cock as you swallow.

“So fucking sexy, baby.” He groans, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

Tears well up in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of him abusing your cervix. You fall back down, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Chris’ thrusts grow faster and harder, you walls going rigid around his cock.

The tightening in your stomach grows stronger before it snaps, and you’re cumming around his dick with a loud strung out moan. The pressure in your stomach soon dissipates as Chris helps your ride out your high. His thrusts fall sloppy as his orgasm sneaks up on him.

“M’bout to cum. Where do you want it?” He moans out.

“Inside.” You force out, clenching around him. “Please fill me up.”

His hips sputter at your words, and he groans as his cock twitches inside of you. “You’re so fucking nasty.”

He spews out a few curse words as he empties his load into you, painting your walls with his milky cum. He slowly pumps in and out of you a few more times, before pulling out altogether and falling beside you on the bed.

The two of you are left panting as you regather yourselves, knowing you have a house full of guests you need to tend to. You look over at him with a small grin, admiring the way his cheeks are flushed a rosy color, and the way his hair is sticking to his forehead.

Before sitting up, you lean over and hungrily kiss him as if you can’t get enough. You can’t. He moans into your mouth, before reluctantly pushing you away.

“Let’s get back out there before I fuck you again.” He forces out in a breath.

You sigh, nonetheless standing to redress yourself. You’ll have to clean up later. You both start putting your clothes back on. Then, he’s at the door waiting for you while you’re still looking for your panties.

“Chris! Where’s my underwear?” You ask.

“Hell if I know.” He shrugs, “Hurry up, we’ve been gone long enough.”

“Whose fault is that?” You retort as you look in the mirror, making sure you look presentable.

He smirks, smacking your ass as you walk out the door, “Yours for being so damn fine.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you swat his hand away. The moment you both enter the living room, you’re parting from each other in order to look casual as if he wasn’t just balls deep in you.

You search for your friends, finding them talking to each other against the counter.

“Y/N, where have you been? I’ve been searching everywhere for you?”

Before you can even think to come up with something, Ash is pulling you aside, “Are you okay, have you been crying?”

Your face heats up at that, clearing your throat, “No, yeah, I’m fine.”

He stares suspiciously at you for a moment before nodding. He goes to lead you back to the group and, only then, do you notice how drunk he is from the way he’s stumbling.

“Ash, what the fuck?” You mumble.

“Yeah,” Asia begins, “He’s had a lot to drink. Speaking of, um, you’re out of vodka now.”

Your eyes widen at that information. Before you can say anything, Chris has his arm around Ash, helping him stand up.

“Here, come on. Let’s get you some fresh air.” He says, guiding him to the front door.

You furrow your eyebrows as you watch him, before ultimately turning back to your friends to see what they’ve been up to.

Chris stops Ash at the door, turning him back to see you guys. He pats him on the back, before pointing over at you, “See your little friend over there? Yeah, Y/N. Wanna know something funny? That entire time you were talking to her, my kids were dripping down her thighs.”

Ash’s head snaps over to Chris, his eyes wide, “What?!”

“Yep. Should’ve seen her, begging me to fill her up.” Chris grins, taunting the guy.

“You’re not serious.”

Chris smirks, digging in his pocket. He pulls out your black lacy panties, dangling them in front of Ash’s face. Only then do you look back over them, and your jaw drops as the two look from your panties over to you, Chris with a sinister look in his eyes, Ash with eyes wide as saucers.

“Oh my fucking god.”

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a/n : matt series nextttt!!

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[number1jeonginstan]

Now I can’t stop imagining Perv!best friend Seungmin, like idk him taking advantage of your trust in him to take pics of you, when your not looking or when your asleep. Insisting on doing sleepovers at his house just so he can take advantage of your sleeping body, literally anything 🤤

If you’re not comfy writing that stuff it’s okay, but if you are can you? I need to read some more perv Seungmin 😭

Love your work, stay safe and healthy! Can I also be 🧡 anon if not taken? 🥰🧡

A/N: I hope you like this! I wrote this borderline deliriously, but it was fun! Please tell me your thoughts 🧡 anon <3

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x afab!reader

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: technical somnophilia but kinda not, non-con video taking, please don't read if not comfy!

Seungmin and you were having your monthly sleepover, you would barge into his dorm room, causing Jeongin to leave and hang out with his other friends. You would bring your throw blankets and projector while Seungmin prepared his bed for the two of you and snacks the both of you enjoyed. 

“Hey Minnie, what movie should we watch this time?” you asked, lying on his bed, legs splayed out in front of you. You never thought much about how you were supposed to act when it came to Seungmin. The two of you were always comfortable around one another, to the point you could share clothes, or just be abnormal in front of one another. At least, that’s what you thought.

What you didn’t notice was the way Seungmin was staring at you, lust in his eyes as you were wearing his clothes. His shirt and shorts adorn your body, the sweet smell of your perfume rubbing against them, making him want to groan. 

He swore he would never wash them again after you took them off. Why would he when your scent was imprinted on them? 

“I’m not sure, want to watch Oppenheimer?” he asked, plugging your projector into the wall, trying to ignore the sight of your nipples rubbing against his shirt, you weren’t wearing a bra. Fuck. 

“I don’t really know Minnie, isn’t that movie really long?” you asked lying down on his bed, your face pressed against his pillow as you stared at the shine of the projector in front of you. “I mean, it is, but you fall asleep during any movie I play, so?” 

“Fine, Oppenheimer it is” you sighed watching as Seungmin lay behind you, your ass pressed against his crotch as the two of you got comfortable. You didn’t notice, but Seungmin could feel himself getting semi-hard at the feeling of you slowly rubbing your ass against him as you reached in front of you to eat some popcorn. 

He was immersed in the movie while you were slowly drifting away, the only thing keeping you awake was the feeling of his hand reaching across your body to grab handfuls of popcorn at times. As he emptied the bowl, there was no reason for you to stay awake. 

He noticed how you began to fall asleep, your body becoming more and more limp as time passed on, your breathing becoming slower. He tried to ignore it, his eyes flickering from you to the movie playing on his wall. 

It wasn’t until he felt you turn around, cuddling his body that his focus came off what was happening on the wall and shifted onto what was happening next to him. Your cunt was directly on his crotch, your legs were wrapped around his thighs, not allowing him to move. Your arms were wrapped around his back, your face pressed against his chest. 

He couldn’t move without rutting his cock against you, but was it really that bad of a situation? Before he could even think about it, he felt something wet pressing against him. 

Your cunt was soaked, this had never happened before. When the two of you slept on the same bed, you were usually sleeping in the fetal position on your side as he lay as stiff as a brick, too scared that even touching you would cause him to go hard. 

He didn’t expect anything else until you began to rub your cunt against him, soft whimpers escaping your lips and onto his chest. He groaned out loud, his cock getting harder by the second. 

It wasn’t really his fault if you were the one doing this right? It wouldn’t be his fault if he brought his hands down to slowly pinch your nipples through his shirt. He was just trying to help you, you were the one who needed to cum, or else you wouldn’t be humping against him like a bitch in heat. 

He needed this scene to be imprinted into his mind forever, you were already the main thing he jacked off to, the pictures you sent him asking what bikini looked suitable for the trip you were going on with all your friends, or that time you opened the door for him in just a tank top and your underwear. 

But now, having you next to him, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He slowly patted the free space of his mattress next to him in an attempt to find his phone. You wouldn’t mind if he recorded the way you dragged your cunt along his cock, did you?

He didn’t care, slowly turning on the camera, making sure the flash was on so he could see the way you were running your pussy up and down his cock. He could tell you were close to cumming by the way your face scrunched slightly, your breathing becoming more un-even as you whimpered out “Minnie” 

He had to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. You were moaning his name, begging him to fuck you in your dreams. You wanted this too, but why wouldn’t you tell him that you wanted him, it would make everything easier. 

He was snapped out of his trance as he heard you speak in your sleep. “Fuck, you feel so good Minnie, you are so big” 

This was all he needed to rut back into you, both of your highs getting closer and closer. All it took was him running his fingers against your clothed nipples for the both of you to cum, his boxers covered in his cum as it slowly seeped through his pants. 

You both sounded out of breath as your arms wrapped around him tighter, not allowing him to move, but he wasn’t mad about it. He slowly kissed the top of your head and fell asleep wrapped in your arms.

When you finally left in the morning, whispering a goodbye in his ear, reminding him of an assignment you had due tomorrow. As you left his clothes on a pile in his bathroom, closing his dorm door, he felt like he could finally breathe. 

As soon as he made sure you weren’t coming back, he ran to the bathroom inhaling the scent of you on his shorts as he replayed the sound of you moaning his name in his mind. He felt his cock twitch in his boxers again, still covered with last night’s cum. 

He couldn’t believe he captured the moment on video. Hopefully, you didn’t notice, but what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you, right? Maybe one day he would be able to confess his feelings, but today was not that day.

#ju <3 answers #stray kids #skz #straykids x reader #skz smut #skz x reader #straykids smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #seungmin x reader smut #seungmin x reader #seungmin smut #seungmin #seungmin skz #ju <3 writes

[jsluvtzu]

mind games

minatozaki sana x fem!reader

summary: when her actions don't match up with her feelings, and you're caught in the middle

cw: college!au, angsty, edgy, emo, MEAN!!!!sana, (sana is very very mean), smut, cursing, degradation, mentions of bullying/humiliation, again mean!sana!! men dni

wc: 3.3k

a/n: this is inspired by the recent fanmeeting pics w sana and that damn choker

the walk to your usual 9 am intro to psychology class was colder than usual. the sun was out, but inside, you felt as if it hadn't shined in years. only one thing was clouding your mind. minatozaki fucking sana. mean girl. bully. bitch. you hated her guts from the inside out. everything about her made you physically recoil in disgust. just the mention of her alone was enough to make you clench your fist.

the hatred you had for her may seem unreasonable for someone who doesn't know what you have to deal with on a daily basis. any normal person would call you crazy, or dramatic. but you had every right to feel this way about her.

"hey there pretty thing," you heard her disgustingly familiar voice a couple steps behind you. "who let you walk out the house like that? needa have a talk with them.." you squeezed your lips shut, ignoring sana's words and just kept walking. you could hear her friends, nayeon and chaeyoung, giggling like a pack of hyenas and saying something along the lines of "fuckin' slut" and "she's just asking for it wearing that short ass skirt".

you forcefully tugged the ends of your skirt down and walked through your classroom door, not even bothering to look back at them.

as you took your usual seat towards the front row, you heard them enter the lecture hall and the stench of weed immediately filled your nose, making you furrow your eyebrows and hold your breath. sana throws her stuff down right next to you, plopping down into the seat with her minions right by her side. "hi y/nnn," her arm was propped up on the desk, hand resting under her chin, facing you, batting her eyelashes with the widest smile on her pretty ugly face.

you looked straight ahead, ignoring her and just got your laptop ready for the day's lecture. sana attempted to move into your line of sight, getting uncomfortably close to you in the process. you tried your hardest not to react, but it was especially difficult when she smelled this strong and looked this good. you would never admit the last part though. "you fuckin' deaf or something? i said hi, don't be rude." you side eyed her and went back to logging into your note taking app. sana scoffed annoyedly and backed away to lean in her seat, slightly manspreading. fuck she's so attractive when she sits like that. you quickly shook your head to clear those forbidden thoughts from your mind.

getting through the hour long lecture felt like three days with sana being beside you the whole time. she was wearing a short sleeve shirt and you could see how decorated her arms were with tattoos littered on every empty patch of skin. her silver rings around her slender fingers fit her perfectly and complimented her skin tone so well. her hair was the perfect shade of brown and the right amount of wavy. her f- wait. what are you doing? you're supposed to hate sana. if you really hate her so much, why do you notice the way her nose scrunches when she laughs? you shouldn't feel your heart beat this fast around somebody that you claim to hate. fuck.

finally, the lecture was over and you wasted no time gathering your things to leave. you rushed out the door and checked the time on your phone. “11:17 AM”. you had enough time before your next class to stop by the dining hall for a quick lunch.

as you sat down at a table by yourself, you accidentally dropped one of your items on the floor and bent down to pick it up. that's when you heard whistling and laughter approaching you.

"is this table taken?" sana laughed slightly, asking you rhetorically. nayeon was very obviously checking you out and basically eye fucked you in the middle of the dining hall. chaeyoung took a bite out of her apple and kept looking you up and down. before you could even answer, the three of them sat in the remaining empty seats at the table, leaving you one for yourself.

"so, y/n. i need a favor. the professor is letting me make up a project to bring my grade up, buttt i have no idea what the fuck i'm doing. care to help me out?" sana looked at you intently, placing her hand on your knee, bare skin exposed to her cold touch.

"why the fuck would i help you, sana?" you were completely furious at this point. not only did she ruin the one peaceful moment you had alone, she also had the audacity to come to you for help, when all she's ever done for you is make your life worse?

sana looked at you in disbelief, your aggressive tone shocking her. she cocked her head to the side with a clenched jaw. "because if you don't, i'll post that video of your bare ass for everyone, and i mean everyone to see. you wouldn't want that to happen, would you sweet thing?" her voice was infuriating you just as much as it was entrancing you. sana now had a confident smirk displayed across her face. she knows your weak spot.

you gulped and breathed out shakily, remembering that dumb fucking mistake you made in high school when you sent your ex girlfriend your nudes, thinking you could trust her. she ended up sending it to a big group chat and of course, sana got ahold of it. she's been using that video as blackmail against you ever since, making you obey her every command to keep your dignity.

"fuck you.", was your way of agreeing to another one of sana's orders. "aww, you wish you could." the three of them bursted out laughing and stood up to leave one by one. "meet me in my dorm around 7, yeah? fourth door on the second floor." sana ran her hand through your hair and twirled a couple strands between her fingers. "would hate for such a pretty girl to get publicly humiliated if she doesn't show up." she gave you one last devious smile before grabbing her bag and joining nayeon and chaeyoung.

-

you regretted every step you took as you neared sana’s dorm room door. your feet felt abnormally heavy and you were just dragging your body there out of obligation.

with a deep sigh, you knocked on her door and gripped your textbook tight. when sana opened the door, your heartbeat was beating so loud, you swore you could hear it pounding against your eardrums. her hair was up in a messy bun with loose strands and flyaways hanging out. she had on an oversized, faded and torn “misfits” shirt, with baggy boy shorts on to top it off.

sana chuckled and took in your obviously stressed demeanor, “you knew better than to not come huh?” she stepped back to let you in and you could hear the loud music she had playing.

her room lingered of a vanilla candle mixed with, you guessed it, weed. how she managed to not get caught by an RA was beyond you. her walls were filled with posters from various rock bands and vinyl cds that were aesthetically placed in color order. her bed was messy and clothes were all over the floor. her roommate’s side of the room was surprisingly tidy compared to hers.

as you stood in the middle of the room, awkwardly observing her decor, sana snapped you out of your trance. “you here to help me, or just look stupid?” you cleared your throat and shuffled over to sana’s desk, placing down your textbook and setting your backpack on the floor.

you shrunk under sana’s gaze. cautious of every move you made. you tugged at the sleeves of your hoodie nervously as you felt her eyes piercing into you. “why are you acting like that? i don’t bite.” sana was genuinely confused, she doesn’t even realize how she treats you. “look, can we just get this over with?” you avoided eye contact with sana at all costs and stared at the ground, too nervous to look at her directly.

“alright, small talk over i guess.. ‘s what i get for tryna be nice to your loser ass.” sana climbed onto her bed with a sulky attitude, sitting near the edge with her legs crossed. you pulled out the chair from under the desk and sat down, flipping open your textbook to chapter 3.

“the project is about understanding human attraction, so we have to do a little experiment and record the results.” as you said it outloud, you realized what you just got yourself into. working on an attraction project with the girl you hated yourself for being attracted to.

“okay, list 5 things you find most appealing when you first look at your partner.”

“the fuck kinda project is this? i’m not doing this.”

“sana. don’t be dumb right now, you’re already failing the course.” sana was dumbfounded at your bluntness.

“i can’t list anything if there’s nothing i find appealing about you.”

“well then make something up.”

sana scoffed at the ridiculousness of the project and rolled her eyes, cursing herself for even asking for your help.

“i can’t even do that, honestly, i would throw up tryna say something nice about you.”

you were fed up with her at that point and stood up slamming your pen down, “then can you just shut the fuck up? for once? if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say shit at all. i’m always helping you out and all you do is fucking ruin it.” you talked with your hands flailing around everywhere in frustration. you didn’t mean to raise your voice like that, but the pent up anger you had built up finally released.

“ ‘fuck is your problem, y/n? i-“ sana gets down from her bed to stand face to face with you, “you’re the fucking problem, sana. it’s always been you. you’re always finding every way to ruin my life. make me feel bad about myself. why can’t you just leave me alone? what have i ever done to you to deserve being treated like this?” sana was close enough for you to stab your finger into her chest, emphasizing every sentence.

her taller figure towered over you as she looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow and her lips slightly parted. she had nothing to say back to that. your breathing was shallow and you felt relieved for telling her off to her face. something you’ve wanted to do for years.

but the tension in the room was growing and the both of you stared at each other in a loud silence.

you slowly started backing away from sana when you felt like the pressure in the atmosphere was crushing your lungs. sana stopped you with a grab to your wrist, pulling you, no, yanking you, towards her, crashing her lips onto yours hard enough to leave bruises.

that’s when everything in your world stopped. the time froze and things went quiet. you no longer heard the music that was playing in the background, just silence.

you peeled yourself away from sana’s intense grip, appalled at what just happened. “ what.. what are you doing, san-“

before you could even finish your sentence, she grabbed you again, this time squeezing your face with both of her hands. her big hands. you wondered how far they could go inside y-

you braced yourself and placed your hands on the sides of her hips to keep yourself stable. sana was controlling the pace of the kiss now, biting your bottom lip and swiping her tongue along it only to force herself inside of your mouth, tasting you.

sana pulled away with a ‘pop’ sound, your face still held in her hands.

“i’m in love with you.” her face was serious, an expression that was new to you since all you’ve ever seen her be is the total opposite.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, comprehending what she just said and replaying it in your mind over and over.

“i’ve always been in love with you, y/n. i just suck at expressing that. and i get nervous around you so it makes it worse.” sana’s facial expression softened now, the stars in her eyes apparent.

“the only way i know how to show you i like you is by being an absolute bitch to you. i’m sorry. i’m just insecure and i thought you were too good for me. you’re right, okay, you don’t deserve to be treated like this. it’s okay if you d-“

this time you were the one to bruise sana’s lips. you cut her sentence midway, having heard enough to confirm what you suspected all this time. you knew she had something for you. it was always odd how she wanted you to do things for her that would specifically get you to be alone with her. like the time she made you clean out her car and she just watched you, or when she made you write her essay for her in the library and she just sat there. observing you.

you always had a gut feeling, but you pushed it so far down because you didn’t want to fall for her any more than you already did.

“stop talking. i know.” you pushed sana back until you both bumped into her bed, climbing up and straddling her lap.

sana hummed in confusion, trying to break away from the kiss to ask for clarification.

“fuck you mean- you- know?”

you smiled against her lips and only responded by crossing your arms over your torso, grabbing the hem of your hoodie and lifting it over your head, your hair falling over your shoulder.

sana let out a small gasp, looking over your figure. you were only wearing a sports bra underneath and the band of your panties was showing above your sweatpants, just below your belly button.

“you came over here just wearing that? you really are a slut.”

you laughed and shook your head, kissing her again to stop her from saying another overused insult.

“don’t ruin it.”

sana ran her hands along your body, rubbing the soft skin from the small of your back to the nape of your neck, her warm lips making contact with the base of your throat. she was bear hugging you against her at this point, afraid you would run out of her grasp at any moment.

you whimpered when sana sunk her teeth into your neck, you were sure it left a mark. sana cooed and soothed the bite, running her tongue around it and kissing it gently. she moved her kisses up along your jaw, watching the way you writhed under her touch through hooded, lustful eyes.

“fuck- just fuck me already.” you were begging at this point, already riled up the moment you walked through her door.

sana complied and wrapped her arms around your waist, flipping you onto your back so her front was flush against you.

she brought her lips back to yours, savoring it as she hooked her fingers onto the waistband of your pants taking everything off. she slid them down your legs, helping you kick your feet out and threw them somewhere on the floor.

you were exposed against her, the cold air hitting your core making you moan in anticipation. sana moved her lips down your body, tending to every single inch of you. you felt so hot watching her, the lust in her eyes intimidating and seductive.

sana made it close to where you needed her most, breathing out and kissing around your clit. her warm breath against your pussy made you impossibly wetter. sana was such a fucking tease.

she migrated over to your thighs, kissing and marking up the flesh with love bites. you just needed to feel her mouth on you so bad.

“fuck sana- stop teasing.” she could hear the desperation in your tone, letting out a low laugh.

“let me have my fun, y/n. it’s what you wanted right? for me to just touch you like this.” sana flicked her tongue over your clit once, making you whine.

“it’s why you came over here with nothing on under that hoodie right? you just wanted me to fuck you.”

you hated the way she was so entitled. of course you didn’t expect to get fucked by her. you just wore whatever was comfortable. but you definitely had thoughts about it..

you grinded your hips against nothing in hopes for some sort of relief. your mind was getting blurry at this point, the only thing clouding your mind now was cumming on sana’s tongue. ironic.

sana finally gave in and licked the flat of her tongue against your whole core. she took your swollen clit into her mouth, sucking it in pulses and making figure eight patterns with her tongue. you were already a moaning mess five seconds in, shocked at how good she was.

your hands flew to sana’s hair, grabbing the back of her head to push her face deeper into you. she moaned against your pussy when you pulled her hair, ruining her bun.

you felt yourself already getting close just from sana’s mouth. you attempted to squeeze your legs together, but sana pushed them down with her hands, forcing them apart.

“keep your fucking legs open, g’na make you cum all over my tongue.” her voice was husky and she was practically growling her words.

sana moved one of her hands from your thigh to fuck two fingers into you, wrapping her other arm around the top of your abdomen, pushing down on your pelvic.

“sana! fuck- fuck just like that- god.” you were screaming her name and your hand flew to your mouth to keep your moans suppressed. you felt the tightness in your stomach building up.

suddenly, sana paused her movements and you looked down at her confused and pissed that she just stopped when you were so, so close.

“i wanna hear you. if you do that shit again, i’ll make you leave with only the clothes you have on.” which was nothing except your sports bra.

you threw your head back in annoyance, nodding and squeezing your eyes shut. “mhm, whatever, just fucking get back to ruining me already.” your whiny voice mixed with your contradicting words ignited a fire in sana.

she began fucking you with her fingers again, relentlessly curling up against the sweet spot on your flesh everytime she thrusted into you. “oh now you want me to fucking ruin you huh? i thought it was wrong? hm? thought you wanted me to be nice? i was just a fucking bully, right? you liked it though. yeah, you wanted the attention. you wanted me to be mean to you. fuckin’ dumb bitch.”

her words hit you differently now. if it was any other situation you would have the urge to punch her in her smug face, but when she has you laid out like this, you can’t help but be turned on by her degrading words.

you couldn’t even form a comeback anymore, too fucked out to say anything except her name.

“fuck, fuck, sana, fuck- please don’t stop- ‘m gonna cum, fuck-“

sana sucked your clit back into her mouth and that threw you over the edge. you finished with a loud, long moan, gripping her hair tight enough to rip out a few strands, bucking your core flush against her face. your juices entirely coated her lips and she drank you up without wasting a single drop.

moaning against your clit, she helped you ride out your orgasm and slowly pumped her fingers until you calmed down enough for her to relax.

sana sat up and licked her lips, cleaning her fingers off with her mouth, humming in satisfaction, enjoying your sweet taste. you watched her with sleepy eyes, feeling an uncomfortable throb already building back up in your core from watching her erotic actions. she lowered back down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her lips.

“so did we finish the experiment?”

#twice imagines #twice x reader #twice smut #kpop x reader #kpop gg #sana x reader #sana smut #minatozaki sana

[oneforthemunny]

I'd imagine that every time Halloween rolls around, Rockstar!Eddie and Nepo Baby are on the cover of at least one magazine with a spooky Halloween photoshoot. I'm seeing a werewolf eating (out) a fair maiden. Or a pregnant Nepo Baby tied to a table and a Rockstar!Eddie getting ready to sacrifice her. Or them recreating a scene from the biggest horror movie of the year.

Only over the years, as the kids accumulate, it goes from Playboy to Parade. And instead of tits with fang punctures, you've got a line of tots in skeleton pajamas.

(This was originally meant to be a blurb prompt and I got carried away so now I think it's more just a Spooky Thought I had to share with you. Whatever, Happy First Day of Fall! 😂)

oneforthemunny's spooky stories: rockstar!eddie x reader's time warp

or how halloween looks through the years for rockstar!eddie and nepo baby!reader :) ps pics below are for inspo that i used not specific more of just how the photos looked or what the idea was based off of!

October 31st, 1992

“Look at you.” Eddie grinned, dimples and shining eyes when they rolled over your frame. “My bride.” 

That you were, both in and out of costume. It was the only recognizable part of yourself right now, your engagement ring. Your skin had been tinged a pale green, the SFX artist made your ‘gashes’ and ‘stitches’ look far too real for your liking. Tonight, you were the bride of Frankenstein, instead of Munson. 

“Look at you.” You pouted, eyes rolling over his costume. Not Frankenstein, but… a vampire? “What-What are you wearing?” You huff, throwing an arm out at his costume. “We’re supposed to be Frankenstein and-” 

“-Technically, it’s Frankenstein’s monster.” Eddie grinned, fake fangs making his smile more sinister looking. “I had a last minute change. Dracula and Bride of Frankenstein together? That’s scandalous. So much better, baby, believe me. No one’s done this before.” 

You rolled your eyes, shifting the torn white dress to cover yourself. “When did you change your mind? While I was in makeup for six hours?” 

Eddie laughed, hands running down your skin. “I like your hair.” He muttered. “Think you should do this more often. Pretty metal look for you, baby.” 

“Yeah?” You hum, running a hand lightly over the electrified updo. “Too bad it’s a wig. Maybe I’ll keep it. Put it in the dungeon for you, when you want to get really weird and freaky.” 

“I always wanna get really weird and freaky with you.” Eddie growled, a low rasp in his tone that had your knees shaking. His lips ducked down towards yours, the fake blood around his mouth making your stomach turn. 

“No,” You shake your head. “Get these pictures first, then you can kiss me. I’m not sitting in makeup again, Munson, my ass was falling asleep. I was sitting there for so long.” 

“I can help you with that.” Eddie growled, a playful smack to your barely covered backside that had you shrilling, glaring at him through white contacts. 

October 31st, 1993

“You can barely even see the bump.” You huff, cradling your bare stomach in the mirror. “It just looks like I’m bloated.” 

“You’re out of your mind.” Eddie shook his head, inked hands cradling your torso. “You look so pretty.” 

Your lips settle in a pout, turning to the side, pushing your stomach out further in the pink, frilly lingerie from the 60’s. The sheer robe tied at your collarbones, flowing over your frame beautifully, parting so your belly could poke out. It wasn’t the pregnancy announcement you expected to have, but a fun one, regardless. One that would leave a shocking impression when it was sent to the press. 

Eddie’s ‘costume’ hung around his waist, arms crossed over his bare, tattooed chest. You grinned at the green, scaly suit- designed to subtly resemble Creature From The Black Lagoon’s monster. 

You smirked to yourself, looking at Eddie through the mirror. “My parents are going to hate this.” You grin, nearly proud. It made Eddie’s heart skip. 

“Good.” Eddie snorted with an eye roll. “Not their baby. Not their choice.” He shrugged, hands roaming protectively over your soft, stretched skin. “Victor shouldn’t hate it too much, right? It’s a movie reference, at least.” 

You laughed lightly. “True, and I’m… more covered than last time, right?” You grin, smoothing your hand over your exposed skin. 

“Definitely, much more reserved than last time.” Eddie grinned, chin hooking over your shoulder. “We have to be more appropriate, Button, now that we’re going to be parents.” Eddie mocked your father’s posh, droning tone, quoting what Victor nagged about over the last brunch you had together- a month ago when you told them you were expecting. 

Eddie’s lips pursed at the pinch still unfaltering in your brows, hands still smoothing over your belly. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie rasped, hand cradling your jaw gently, pulling your eyes to meet his. Those soft eyes that made your heart skip a beat every time you found yourself in their gaze. 

“Fuck ‘em, alright? This isn’t their baby, it’s our baby.” Eddie muttered. “You wanna do this? We don’t have to. I’ll tell them all to go fuck off if you want me to. Or we can do something different. Do the Mummy things if you want to. Just say the word. Your call-” 

“Ed.” The smile he’d been looking for graced your face finally. “I still want to do the photos. I’m just… I’m having a moment. I’m hormonal, and-and I’m just having a moment.” 

Eddie grinned, plush lips pressing a kiss to your nose. “Have a moment. You look hot, though.” 

“Thanks.” You muttered, eyes fluttering to look up at him through the strip of false lashes. “Not bloated?” 

Eddie snorted. “Definitely not. Very pregnant. Very, very hot.” 

October 31st, 1994 

“Ed, is she looking?” You say through a smile, eyes still trained on the camera. 

“No, she keeps looking at you.” Eddie huffed, lowering the camera. “Looking at your webs.” 

No crew this time, oh no, Eddie wanted to do it all on his own. The set up wasn’t elaborate, but your costume was. The Black Widow, finished with webs that attached to your dress, hung around you for the perfect dramatic effect Eddie was looking for. In your arms, your little itsy bitsy spider, Persephone. 

“Sephy,” Eddie cooed. “Fuck, babe, where’s the rattle thing? The lamb?” 

“I grabbed it. Look behind you.” You nodded, cradling Persephone closely, her little hands reaching for you and pulling the fake spider arms with her. “You’re just a pretty little spider, aren’t you? The cutest little spider!” 

“Found it!” The camera bounced on Eddie’s chest, shooting you a dimpled grin that had you flushing. “Look at me, Sephy! Look at Daddy!” 

You fixed her in your arms, cradling her to your side. “Is she looking?” 

“Yes, she is!” Eddie lilted in that babbling baby talk that had your heart swelling. “Look at my little spider. That’s so good, look at Daddy!” 

“You sure you don’t want to be in this one?” You asked, hoisting Sephy up higher into your arms, swaying her lightly. 

“Nah,” Eddie shook his head, looking down at the camera, pulling out the film. “Just wanna look at you, baby.” He winked. 

October 31st, 1999

“Kensie,” You coo, looking down at the red faced four year old, desperately trying to keep her from tearing off her ears, two fuzzy clips that mimicked a cute werewolf. “We just need to take a couple of photos, and then we can change and go Trick-or-Treating, I promise.” 

“I wanna go no-o-ow!” Kensie wailed, a piercing sob that had you cringing, the twins stirring in their black bassinet prop. 

“Kensington,” Eddie grit, adjusting Persephone’s cape. “Trick-or-Treating hasn’t even started. There’s nothing out there right now. No candy.” 

You glared at him lightly, though Kensie’s sniffles did ease. “No?” She asked, head tilting to the side sweetly. 

Eddie shook his head, green painted frown softening lightly. “No, baby. Doesn’t start until six. We have plenty of time.” 

“Better quit frowning, baby.” You hum, tapping your finger on Eddie’s creasing forehead paint. 

This year's theme was a take on the classic, creepy show from the 60’s. What better way to celebrate your still growing family than this? Everyone else was favoring the Addams Family this year, but not the Munson’s- Munster’s. 

“Are you ready, Mrs. Munson?” Phil asked, looking up from his camera at you. 

You nodded, fixing your dress while you stood next to Eddie, one hand on the bassinet. “You think they can tell?” You grit through your smile, your dress snug when you turn towards him. 

“No.” Eddie gritted back, eyes flickering down to your abdomen, just starting to swell with baby number five. “You look good, baby, always do.”

#oneforthemunny #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #dad!eddie munson #dad!rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson au #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #eddie munson smut #oneforthemunny spooky stories #dad!eddie x mom!reader #eddie munson x pregnant!reader

[kaminocasey]

In the Tide

Summary: A soft moment is shared between two commanders on a beach.

Pairing: Jedi!Reader x Wolffe

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Partial nudity? Soft!Wolffe, reader gets self conscious about body, Jedi!Reader

WC: 1.5K

A/N: I didn't write this with a part 2 particularly in mind, but lemme know if I should write one! Obviously this isn't for everyone, and that's alright. <3 :) (pics from pinterest)

TAGLIST FORM │Wolffe Playlist

For the first time in weeks, you get to feel the sun kiss your skin once again. It’s been so long since you’d gotten to bask in any sort of sunlight. And now, since you have a few days of rest, you’ve gone trekking through the woods until you’re met with an endless blue on blue. A cloudless blue sky and an ocean so turquoise, you could cry. What a gorgeous sight. 

Closing your eyes and reaching out into the force around you, you make sure that you’re safe and there are no threats, but nothing makes itself known. As you drop your pack, you pull out a blanket and set it down on the warm sand, kicking off your boots first, smiling at the feel of it trickling between your toes. Then, you take off your robes, and your under clothes until you’re in just your undergarments. As you start walking toward the ocean, you feel a familiar presence and you stop, turning toward him.  

“Commander?” Wolffe stands in front of you, eyeing your nearly naked form. 

You cross your arms, slightly self conscious. “Oh, Commander Wolffe. You found me.” 

He notices the change in your body language and looks away. 

“Is everything okay? Am I needed back at base?” You ask, prepared to throw your robes back on. 

“No, ma’am. I just… wanted to make sure you were safe.” He stands awkwardly with his arms at his side, but his hands fidget slightly, like he’s not sure what to do. 

“Oh. That’s nice of you. There’s nothing threatening on this beach.” You smile, teasingly. “Except perhaps yourself.”

You don’t miss the slight huff of a laugh that he’d never let anyone other than his brothers and Master Plo Koon hear. It’s a nice sound and you like his smirk. 

“Did Plo send you?” You start to wiggle your toes in the sand again. 

“No, he didn’t. I came on my own.” He looks at you again and you can’t help but grin.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you might care about me, Wolf- Commander.” You tease, sitting down on the blanket and pat the spot next to you.

He looks back toward the treeline, perhaps to make sure no one else was coming, and then starts to unclick his plastoid armor. Slightly entranced, you can’t seem to look away. And when you look up at his face, you find his eyes never leaving your face. A heat that’s hotter than the sun creeps through your veins at the realization. 

Your mouth goes dry the moment he strips down to just his briefs, causing you to quickly look away toward the horizon as he sits next to you on the blanket. You’d never seen a clone without clothes before, but you know you’re never gonna forget how toned Wolffe is. How his tanned skin practically gleams in the bright sun. 

There’s always been a sort of trust between you and Wolffe. He didn’t find you incompetent like a lot of the Jedi. He’d never say as much, but he didn’t trust many of them. Perhaps just you, Master Plo Koon, and Master Kenobi. But you always felt there was possibly something more than trust between the two of you. It could just be in your head, though. 

“I wish I could see this every day.” You murmur, crossing your legs. 

“I hate the ocean.” Wolffe tells you, honestly.

“Why’s that?” You ask, looking at him.

His eyes, one brown, one cybernetic, are focused on yours. 

“Reminds me of Kamino.” He shrugs.

You suppose that’s understandable. You’d only heard rumors of the extensiveness that the higher rank clones had to go through. 

“So, swimming with me is off the table?” You ask, smiling. 

His face is serious as ever as he looks out at the calm waves. “Not safe.” 

“Can you see that with that eye of yours?” You tease. 

He smirks, amused. “Sure.” 

You let out a disappointed huff and fall back on the blanket, letting the warm sun wash over you. When you open your eyes, landing on Wolffe, you notice him staring at your bare stomach. Immediately self conscious, you cross your arms over your stomach but his hands stop you. 

“Don’t.” He murmurs, softly. 

“What?” Your mouth goes dry again.

“Don’t cover up…” He whispers, placing your wrist to your side. “You don’t need to do that. Not with me.”

“O-okay.” You can’t look away from him now. 

You sense desire roll over him and if you weren’t already laying down, you’re pretty sure the full force of his desire would be enough to knock you over. Does he know that you can sense these things? Surely with Plo Koon as his general, he does. 

“Wolffe?” You whisper, softly. 

He’s looking at your lips now and the absolute fire that was coursing through your veins only moments ago makes its way much, much lower. With parted lips, you reach up for Wolffe, ghosting your fingers down his muscular bicep. He stops your hand with his own and holds it there. 

You’re not sure how long you stare at each other like that. Can he sense the desire radiating from you? Does he know you well enough by now? You hope so.

A beeping comes from both your comms, indicating you’re needed back at base. With a breathless, yet annoyed, huff, Wolffe lets go of your hand and pressing the button on both of your comms to let them know you both got the message. 

He stands up and hands you your clothing, turning around to give you a moment of privacy while he also dresses and clicks his armor into place. The intimate moment between you is long gone as you realize you have to go back to reality. 

As you pack the blanket back up, grabbing your pack, you look back out at the ocean for another moment and when you turn around, you find Wolffe staring at you again. 

“Wha-” You start but he cuts you off by running his hand around your lower back to pull you against himself. 

You look up into his eyes and realize he’s waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you want this just as bad, if not more. 

“Please…” You whisper, glancing at his lips.

That’s all the confirmation he needed as he gently brushes his lips over yours. It’s not exactly what you were expecting. You were expecting quick roughness. Like his fighting style. This is… leisurely soft. Like he has all the time in the world to do this. You wish you did. Finding yourself kissing him back, you drop your pack back into the sand and wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him. To this moment. 

“I’ve… wanted to do that for some time now… Commander.” He smiles ever so slightly. 

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about it as well.” You smile up at him, cupping his cheek, softly. 

He rests his head against yours for just a moment and then lets go of you. “We should head back.” 

You nod in agreement and pick your pack up as he picks his helmet up out of the sand, dusting it off and tucking it under his arm as you start your trekk back through the woods. 

Then, Wolffe surprises you again. He offers his free arm and you can’t help the little flip in your stomach as you hide your smile and take it, wrapping your hands around the cool plastoid. How is it so cool after being in the sunlight? 

You want to ask him so many things. But you know he’s a man of few words, and you definitely don’t want to annoy him. 

“Can I ask you something?” He surprises you again and asks. 

“Oh. Of course.” You nod. 

“Did you know?” He asks, looking down at you.

“Know what?” You give him a confused look.

“About my feelings for you?” He stops to stand in front of you. 

“I um… had my suspicions… in a way.” You smile up at him, taking his hand. 

He nods. “I’m not used to this…” 

“I know. It’s okay. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Wolffe.” You start walking back toward the base, seeing it just through the treeline. 

He falls in step next to you again. “Maybe… we could continue our moment later tonight?” 

“I’d like that very much.” You can’t seem to stop smiling.

When you return to base, you’re needed immediately in the briefing tent and yet… your mind can’t help but linger on that moment with Wolffe on the beach and what tonight could hold for the two of you. 

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[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone headcanons

Clay and Floyd are the stunt men now that they're adults. Clay's always been a little bit of a daredevil, Floyd already died once, why not live a little.

Clay is nocturnal, like the rest of the Putt-putt trolls. His bros throw his sleep schedule off so when they're hanging out, it's not unusual for Clay to just be passed out somewhere or on someone. If they can, they get Clay to bed so he can properly sleep. If not, everyone's volume goes low.

Both Floyd and John Dory took bartending classes. And by took I mean, Floyd just so happened to be sleeping with a bartender who taught him some things. When making drinks, John's proper about it, Floyd is kind of messy. Floyd's over pouring and spilling.

Clay's handwriting is like a nice print. It's easy to read and looks good on paper.

John Dory is good at photography. He mostly uses this skill for taking nature shots but he's gotten good at candid shots of his brothers. He doesn't let them know about these pics bc they don't look the most photogenic but they look like themselves and that's what John loves to see.

JD has dimples

John Dory almost always has at least one weapon on him.

The brothers think JD has a death wish bc he's constantly going after animals that could literally kill him. "John! Don't touch that, it'll tear you to pieces!" "Psh, whatever. If we weren't supposed to pet it then why does look so fluffy?"

Floyd doesn't go into detail about his past. He'll tell snippets here and there but avoid questions. For one, because he's a bit embarrassed about it. He did a lot of things he isn't proud of, drugs, sleeping around, and drinking. For two, he knows that his older brothers still see him WAY younger than he actually is (like how they still see Branch as a baby) and it would just shatter that mentality. And he doesn't want to do that. For three, it's WAY more fun for him if they don't know and have to keep guessing. Floyd has heard them trying to figure out what he spent the last twenty years doing and starts fucking with them.

John Dory definitely has pictures from even when he was a baby and such. Even ones with their parents but he tries to keep those ones tucked away. Branch is going through them when he finds a picture that has been folded in one of the sleeves of the photo album. It's a picture of John and Bruce and their parents. JD quickly snatches the photo and shoves it his vest. Those people looked like strangers to Branch, that picture probably being the first time he's seen them

The brothers know they didn't have a good childhood but John did his best, despite being pretty much a child himself.

John Dory man spreads no matter who he is sitting next or if he's just sitting in a chair.

John Dory wears the one glove to hide an incredibly deep scar. He got into some trouble with some bounty hunters and needless to say, they drove a knife through his hand. He doesn't want his lil bros to know or worry about it so he hides it.

All the boys (like most trolls) are fuzzy. JD and Bruce have the most prominent facial hair and chest hair. They all have leg hair, arm hair, under arm hair, and a happy trail.

Clay and John have the Blond™️ gene (that's how I'm referring to it) where their hair goes through changes. That's why their hair is so much different from when they were kids. In the summer while spending a bunch of time outside, JD and Clay's hair gets lighter, Clay being a light yellow and John being a soft teal. The others convinced them to do one of those 'take a picture every day for a year' things and make it into a flip book to show how their hair changes color.

The boys really wanted a sister. John jokes that they kind of got one with Floyd

Floyd and John Dory are good gardeners. JD briefly grew his own food and Floyd just has a natural green thumb (not that John doesn't)

Floyd gets random nosebleeds

#trolls #brozone #trolls john dory #trolls floyd #trolls clay #trolls bruce #branch trolls #trolls headcanon #trolls headcanons #brozone headcanons #brozone hcs

[lunavrse]

PURELY PLATONIC(?)

CHARLES LECLERC

summary : are yn and charles dating? are they just friends? who cares? well, twitter does. category : smau. note : disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. this wasn't supposed to be my 1st fic posted but it is what it is.

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charles_leclerc finally got to see ma crevette

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youruser thought we'd agreed that you'd never call that in public ever again

charles_leclerc no, you said that, i was silent

user2 were you silent or were you silenced😭

youruser you're such a pain in my arse

charles_leclerc you love me really

youruser unfortunately

username67 SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP SOBBING

user08 they're so friends to lovers coded

username12 SHE DIDN'T DISAGREE!!!

pierregasly didn't you see her 2 months ago? when you flew out to see her

charles_leclerc that was forever ago

pierregasly *cough*whipped*cough*

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user8 I SAW THAT, YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME

user92 HE FLEW OUT TO SEE HER😭😭

user5 did anyone see pierres deleted comment or was it just me?

user16 no, I saw it too

user7 me too!

landonorris relax bro, no one's taking her away from you

charles_leclerc I'd like to see someone try lol

user99 adding lol to the end of your sentence didn't make it less threatening 💀

user420 *joker voice* why so serious??

user111 LANDO, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS??? ANSWER ME PLS, I AM IN YOUR WALLS

lunavrse pls pretend the manips look good👍 also the last one is just a random picture bc I couldn't edit it the way I wanted

user25 what the fuck are you on about?

user72 what is bro yapping about?❗💀

user7 WHO LET BLUD COOK⁉️❓❗❗

user222 monaco's finest😋

user00 them in the 1st pic have my heart

user000 UGH,, HIS DIMPLES!!!!

mutualfriend she's serving and then there's you

user777 two pretty best friends🤭

user66 two besties😁

user33 yeah... besties...

user92 REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD...

user29 REUNITED CAUSE WE UNDERSTOOD

user929 i love this song

user127 I KNOW Y'ALL SEE THE "MY" INFRONT OF THE PETNAME

user24 WE LOVE TO SEE IT

user9 that's honestly so fucking cute I'm crying

user88 charles repping ferrari where ever he goes!!!

user237 suprised it's only the one tbh

user228 as he should!!!

user1616 THE WAY HES LOOKING AT HER😭😭😭

user090 face cards never declining ❗

user10 charlito te amo❤️ !!!

user47 never knew i needed this until now

user74 so real bro

user27 please back away from my wife, it's hard enough seeing her with another man and you have the audacity to rub it in my face😭

user123 two best friends in a room... they might kiss

user262 can we talk about how close they are??? like they just seem so touchy!!!

user751 no fr!!! you can't tell me they're not in love with one another

user12 see if he was touching me like this, you'd never see me again because I'd be deceased

user61 so real of you tbh

user767 pls they're so...

user50 im not allowed to see these, im unwell

user44 you look so cute !

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YOU DUMB BITCH DELETE THIS ⤷landonorris SORRY, IT WAS MEANT FOR MY CLOSE FRIENDS

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DELETE THIS YOU CLOWN ⤷landonorris DONT YELL AT ME! I'LL DO IT NOW

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is that charles and yn

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this is the worst manip in this post<3 (editing note: it's actually not, it gets worse)

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LANDO IS THAT CHARLES AND YN

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Lando mate, they're gonna kill you

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I KNEW IT, MY FAMILY SAID I WAS CRAZY AND THEY CAN KISS MY ASS

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Carlos owes me €100, I knew it'd be you. can't wait to attend your funeral

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landonorris does this mean I get to live?

youruser you're funny.

landonorris what do you mean?!? please don't kill me

youruser see you soon x

charles_leclerc we look so good❤️

youruser the best baby❤️

user19 BABY SHHSHSHE

user91 IM SCREAMING, CANT BELIEVE I GET TO SEE THIS

pierregasly glad i don't have to suffer alone and the rest of the world gets to see how gross you guys are

charles_leclerc weren't you the one who sent me a voice note crying about how happy you were when i told you i finally asked her out ?

youruser aww, pierre, you cried???

pierregasly he's lying

charles_leclerc do you want me to send her the voice note?

user65 it's quiet, ain't no back talk🤭

user80 charles said, i've got receipts bitch💀💀

user71 THEY LOOK GOOD TOGETHER!!!

user22 idk who i want more

user505 me and who?

user005 me n u?

user505 lol no

user101 IMS O USED TO GIVING ANDN OW I GET TO RECEIVE 🥹

user41 PARENTS

user14 IKTR😌

user06 IM SO GLAD WE GOT (OFFICIAL) CONFIRMATION

user003 god, me when?

user79 i want both of 'em😋

user25 I need to know when this happened 😭

user87 same😭

#lunavrse writes(?)⋆ #charles leclerc x reader #f1 smau #f1 instagram au #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc imagine #f1 x reader #f1 social media au #f1 imagine #cl16 x reader #f1 fic

[i-cant-sing]

Imagine it’s yn and a oc. Who’s getting flipped off in this scenario

Well, first of all- its me and my crush today because that bitch.... I think I have gotten over him with the way he treated me today. I asked him to bring me notes and he's like okay, and then when I went in today- he was like cr7ng so indifferent to me

Like I looked good today, I spent an hour and a half on my whole look and this bitch didn't even have the audacity to like blush or something. Okay maybe he didn't say anything because there were supervisors standing over us but still... when I asked him about the notes, he said in a slightly annoyed voice "I sent you the PowerPoint presentation" and I was like ??? I already had the presentations, I wanted the notes. And he's like "😮‍💨 are you coming again tomorrow?" And he said it like he was doing me a big favour and I said idk, maybe. But I'm actually not because I have fycking finals c9ming up, does this mf think I have all day, everyday????

Anyways, not that I expect him to like ask me about my day, but if he texts me, I AM NOT TEXTING BACK ANYMORE. This bitch- I looked so hot, 2 of his guy friends looked me up and down as I walked over to him.

Bitch ass, why is he sending me mixed signals??? Like if he's not interested, why is he walking over and visiting me with his friend DURING MY TEST and being all sneaky as he whispers "Hey, need any help?🥰" and then giving me the coldest shoulder today.

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Also, this pic is giving Y/n and Magnus because Magnus is like "what do you mean you want to leave me???? Don't you love me???? You can't possibly want to throw our love away-" and reader just flips him off.

I can also see Dimitri on the receiving end often because this man is just crossing all the boundaries cause he's a fool in love. He's just speedwalking behind reader who's just stomping away angrily "why are you mad at me, darling? I did exactly what you wanted. What? Didn't you say you missed cooking food for the old lady who lived next to your apartment? What was so wrong with me having my men bring her here and live in the quarters downstairs? No, she's not aware that she is going to live here forever now but look- how much time does she have left anyways?? She's 94 for fucks sake-" and reader just flips him off.

Oh it's 1000% Y/n and Theodore all the time because Theo is teaching reader Russian maths because being kidnapped does not excuse you from getting an education. And Russian maths is already hard as it is, but learning it in SIGN LANGUAGE IS ANOTHER LEVEL OF DIFFICULTY. Theo is just like "Come on, focus. What sign is suppose to come here? I- don't DOSE OFF! Y/N! WHAT SIGN?" and reader just sticks her middle finger up in his face.

#yandere ocs #male yandere x reader #yandere x #yandere x you #yandere Theodore #yandere magnus #yandere Dimitri

[lolitaa-17]

Treat you better.

-Geto Suguru x f!reader You and your boyfriend get into a huge fight over his ex, it was a mistake to even bring her up knowing all he would do is defend her, so why not drink out the pain in a club.

"For gods sake y/n look at yourself!" Your boyfriend says throwing a beer bottle on the floor. "You always fucking bring her up every time? Are that fucking obsessed." The glass from the bear bottle spreading everywhere.

You scoff as the tears run down your face causing your mascara to smudge. "Obsessed? Noah I'm not fucking obsessed! I just know you still fuck her on the low!" You yell; swinging his phone around with your hand. "I've seen the ass pics on your goddamn phone!" You finally chuck it to the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing throwing my shit? Yes, I fuck her! Is that what you wanted to hear?" He throws your car keys as it hits your arm. "Fuck you. Fuck your hoe of an ex and fuck your ugly ass family." You grit as the tears kept falling non stop. Grabbing your car keys and pushing past him. "Don't you even fucking dare call me obsessed with that bitch when you're the one constantly going back to her." And with that you slam the door shut to his house.

All you could hear was the sobs and heels clanking against the concrete floor as you walk to your car. You two were supposed to go to some nightclub that had just opened up, but things obviously took a turn. That didn't stop you though, slamming your car door shut. You started the car and followed to put the windows down.

You were probably the least best of looking right now, mascara smudged all over your eyes. Bruises on your neck. Puffy eyes. But it's not like you were going to the club to find a one nightstand. You were going to drink all the pain away. The music blasting out the windows as the air hits your skin. Your tears still falling uncontrollably.

You stood at the entrance waiting for the security guard to finish checking your ID. "Enjoy." He says giving you a concerned look at your current appearance. You snatch your ID from his hand and push through. The music entering your ears which was much louder than it was outside.

You walk straight to the bar, pushing everyone and anyone who got in your way. You sigh and look at the bartender, he was cute. Hair was in a messy low bun. His eyes were dark as the night sky, or maybe it was just hella dark in the club. "I don't want to sound cliche, but give me the strongest you have." He smirks and nods, "You got it." You look around the nightclub, seeing people all up on each other. Not a worry in mind. You look back at the bartender to see him passing you the drink. "Drink up pretty one." You smile and grab the drink.

And hell was it strong, after another one you were already throwing it back on random men and women. Not caring about what was going around you. You walk back to the bar to see the handsome bartender. "Another one?" you ask and smile. He smiled back and leaned in "My love you look awful right now, i'll give you a water." You hold your arm up and wave your finger in a 'no' motion. "I danced it out already, I'm all good." You slurred while keeping your sweet smile.

"I'll give you another drink, but not as strong. Okay?" He turned around and started getting to work. This time you admired his every move. He had a tattoo on his forearm, it was a dragon. It was hot. You were a sucker for tattoos. He noticed you watching him, he smirked. You were obviously checking him out. "Want a picture beautiful?" He asked as he passed you the bright pink mojito. "Fuck..." you say remembering that you forgot your phone at Noah's house.

You chug the Mojito and grab your car keys completely ignoring wha the bartender said. You hated thinking about the slob of your now ex boyfriend. But you really needed your phone.

You stumble to the parking lot to see your car completely vandalized. Words like "Cunt." "Obsessed" "Bitch" written all over it with spray paint. This bitch was fucking crazy and so was your ex boyfriend. Your tires slashed. This night couldn't possibly get any worse.

"Hey don't run out like- what the hell." The bartender followed you out. Stopping his sentence after seeing how fucked up your was. You start bawling. He was still stunned, wondering what you possibly could've done for this to happen. "Hey...c'mere." He pulls you into his chest, trying to comfort you as much as he can. "He say's i'm obsessed but this is the type of shit he pulls with that bitch." You sob wrapping your arms around tighter around the bartender. "Do you need a ride anywhere? I know you just me me but I can always help." He offered.

You pull away from his grasp and wipe your already smudged eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm y/n by the way." You hold your hand out. He smiles "I'm Geto." He grabs your hand gently and shakes it. You were hesitant about getting a ride from him, but he has been very careful these past hours. Making sure you didn't consume a crazy amount of alcohol or drive while you were intoxicated.

"You don't mind?" You asked a little embarrassed. "Not one bit." He leads you to his car as his hand was on the small of your back. His car was nice. All black Camaro zl1 with custom red interior. "Just give me the address." So you give him the address to your apartment. You wanted nothing to do with your ex right now. But that police report will be turned in by tomorrow.

"So who fucked your car up like that?" Geto asked keeping his eyes on the road while drake was softly playing in the back. "My ex boyfriend. We had a huge argument, which led to the breakup." You turn to look at Geto. His face was more visible. His jaw was sharp, he looked bigger. Muscular. You could hear a scoff coming out of his lips "He's that petty?" You loved the way he immediately degraded your ex. "Yep." you emphasize on the P.

Geto pulled in the parking lot and turns to look at you. His eyes shift down to your neck. Seeing all the bruises of your exes hand. He moves hands towards your neck softly caressing the bruises. "Who the hell is this man?" He whispers. You grab his hand and slowly push it away. "I'll report him tomorrow, thank you for everything." You open the door and get out of his car. You hear him shutting his door as well. "I'm not letting you walk up there alone."

When Geto first saw you he knew you were going through a breakup, the makeup, the drink request, the way you moved your body carelessly while dancing. Seeing you so vulnerable now. He wanted to know more about you.

He was certain that the breakup had nothing to do with you. It was definitely your psychotic ex. He watched the way you limped to the elevator with no shoes, the way you were swaying while you waited for the elevator doors to open. The puffy eyes he made contact with when you smiled at him.

The elevator doors opened and you walked to your apartment while Geto carefully walked behind you. Finally arriving to the door you turn around to look at him. Softly smiling at him, you didn't know why but you engulfed him in a hug and started breaking down again. "Thank you." you whispered as he hugged you back softly. "Of course angel, here call me if you need anything." He tried giving you his phone to put your number in but you look at him, "Do you just want to um, stay?"

You didn't want this to happen, but when you have a sexy man not leaving your side. You couldn't help it.

The shower was running as he left sloppy kisses on your boobs. Making his way up to your neck. He was more gentle here. You move his head to look at you, the pads of your thumb hovering his lips as he was just staring into your soul. No words were exchanged but his eyes said so much. How much he wanted you, how he wanted to take care of you, make sure your safe for the rest of your life.

He turns you around, your breast hitting the glass of the shower. All that was heard was the running water and your soft little gasp here and there. "You deserve the world you know that?" He whispers. You felt his big hangs grab your ass and massage it. "You don't understand how much I want to kill that pathetic little ex of yours." You moan as you feel his fingers entering your wet cunt. Constantly thrusting in deeper and deeper. "Geto.." You whimper as you feel his cock teasing your asshole. One hand inside of you and the other one is trying to guide his dick inside your ass.

"T'much" You moan as feel his dick sliding in and out of your ass. While his other hand was softly hitting that perfect spot inside your cunt. "Is it?" He grunts going a bit slower. "MmYeah." You moan as you reach for his head. He leans in giving sloppy kisses. "Wan me to stop?" he huffs.

It was too much but god you loved it. The gentleness. The euphoric feeling in your body as you feel his speed slowly speeding up you clench your ass, "you don't want me to stop princess do you?" He says in between every kiss he left on your back. "Mffno Geto keep goin." He suddenly stops leaving your asshole and pussy empty. You move your hand down to you clit rubbing it softly to feel something "Mm" You whine.

You can feel his hand wrap around your waist as he's slowly adjusting himself inside that pretty little cunt. "Don't be so needy princess calm down, you'll be begging fa me to stop." He chuckled breathily. You stop him though. "Wait I wan to look at you." He smiles at your request. He felt his cock twitch at just your voice.

Your eyes filled with lust as he lifts you up. You help him adjust his cock into your cunt. "Fuck, you're so big." you squeeze in slight pain but pleasure. This was definitely a new feeling. He was bigger, hotter, genuine and overall fucking great at sex.

"Shhh I know." grabs face and smashes his lips onto yours as he speeds up his pace. The kissing get sloppier and sloppier the fast he thrust into you. The slapping sounds loudly taking over. "f..faster" you pull his long hair as you tried to hold on to him as tightly as possible.

You kept clenching your cunt causing Geto to moan, "Fuck your so tight my love." He felt himself getting close to cumming. "Fuck m'gna cum baby." You were a moaning mess as his tip kept hitting that sweet g spot. "Cum, I..fuck birth control." You slur struggling to even form a sentence.

He watches you take small breathes in your sleep. How you looked so angelic even when you were sleeping. How could such a man do things to you like that. Geto knew he could fix you. That he could Treat you better.

#geto x you #geto x reader #getou suguru #jjk smut #jjk geto #geto smut #geto suguru #smut #drabble #jjk

[armin-supremacy]

pov : bunny event, but make it MC

pairing: brothers(seperate)x gn!mc

prompt: for this years event, Diavolo thought it would be exciting for MC + datables to take control of the bunny event, leaving the brothers to relax this go around.

format: headcannon

genre: fluff ¿

You bustled around, the bunny ears atop your head bouncing cutely at the very slight skip in your step. Solomon pulled through, the spell going just as planned for the event.

To say you were having an amazing time was an understatement. Though it was supposed to be work and service, you found enjoyment mingling around.

"Enjoy!"

You placed the drink down in front of the demon you had been asked to serve, practically bouncing away with a smile. "MC!"

You turned at the sound of your name with a smile, one of your ears sticking up similar to a real bunny who was on alert. You squealed in excitement and all but began to hurry over. "You made it!"

a simp

undercover tho

lowkey gets jealous at how cute you're acting with other customers

dont you fret tho

hes got it covered

oh would you look at that, hes a vip customer now

srry other customers

gotta serve luci-lu only for the rest of the event

just HAPPENS to be in the fine print of membership oops

smug ass

that power kink gonna surge

will 100% throw in teasing comments

subtly tho

you nearly miss them

will try his hardest not to lose the cool when you tease back

again, subtly tho.

we got a subtle king here, alright?

pls ask him for a carrot

he'll die.

will tease the ever living shit outta you

"no, no you blew the kiss wrong. you can do better than that, one more time-"

mans cant hide his jealousy when he sees how cute you are with other customers as well

wont hide it tbh

youre his mc so what the hell are you doing bestie?

you should be focusing on him

your first

duh

most def will watch out for you tho

dont want no demon getting any 'ideas'

makes you work for a carrot

wink, blow a kiss, speak in a cute voice, etc

dying on the inside, annoying asf on the outside

cant hide that blush tho, nice try

yesssss finally a bunbun mc

hes dying, youre so cute

has been waiting to see you like this

make the garnish on his drink/snack a heart.

do it.

he will m e l t

gets hella flustered

definitely dying

all you did was call him master ???? it was asmo's 'servicing advice'

didnt mean to tease oops

take a selfie with him

please.

he never wants to forget this

will most likely info dump on how this reminds him of an anime called 'the seven demon brothers get pampered by cute bunny waitress/waiter/etc" or somethin like that

check on him multiple times throughout the evening

let this man soak up bunny mc for as long as he can, kay?

wanted cat mc instead

jk dont worry

but thats def something he wants to see

MOVING ON

another lowkey jealous ass simp

huffy boy

give him attention now.

now.

gives lil praise

"this tastes so good"

"the ears suit you nicely"

congrats! you got a carrot!

smile at him

please.

even from afar

just a small one

he loves it.

gets ptsd when the twister mat is whipped out

you kick ass tho, hes proud.

pics pics P I C S

prepare to be devildom famous

hes gonna make sure of it bestie, good luck

shamlessly makes request after request

"mc, can you blow a kiss?"

"perfect, now say 'asmo, i love you!' as cutely as you can"-

showers you with compliments

youre so cute how dare you

tease him

he loves it

will tease back

cause why not

mans is having the time of his life ohmygod

let him feed you this damn carrot-

we all know beel loves cute, soft things

absolutely smitten

ask him if he wants to touch your ears

flash him your lil bunno tail

he loves it

def will check on you multiple times during the evening

pls dont overwork yourself

keep the drinks and snacks coming, dont ask him if he needs/wants more

just do it

he finds it so sweet

you know him so well

garnish with a heart or cute message

yay, another carrot!

compliments how cute you look

doesn't bother requesting anything

doesnt need to

youre cute all on your own

gets really happy if you blow him a kiss tho

do it again.

thats not a request.

twister mat ptsd pt 2

i love him sm but

such a little shit ohmygod

ya know how hes cannon-ingly the most cheeky brother?

exactly.

"if you can make the heart perfect, ill give you a carrot~"

you dont get the heart perfect

its still cute tho

gives you the carrot regardless

makes it his mission to see how flustered he can make you

sucks for him, cause he gets flustered cause youre a master at comebacks hehe

oh how the turn tables turn

watches you with other customers

not as jealous as Lu, Mamms, and Satan but will def make a comment

give him special treatment, hes the bby of the boys.

its law.

~~~~~~

my very first headcannon! its a bit rough, im still trying to get into the feel of writing certain formats but i hope you enjoyed regardless~

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub

[airbendertendou]

RECKLESS ABANDON! ♥︎ live action!kazutora

synopsis : you hate him. he hates you. that’s it — that’s all everyone knows.

song inspo ; sweet disposition by the temper trap

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“Do you hate me? Is that what this is?” Baji can only roll his eyes as you speak. You frown, folding your arms as he groans. “This is supposed to be fun for everyone, you know.”

“You think I’ll have fun with that?” As he speaks, Baji points to Hanma, who picks his nose nonchalantly. You grimace and turn away from the scene. Baji is scowling, “seriously, I’ll switch with you.”

Your eyes narrow. “Now you want to switch? Traitor.”

“[Name],” your skin prickles at the sound of his voice. Kazutora rubs his left eye, leaning on the doorway of the guest room. “It’s just one night,” his hand drops and he grins, “or it’s the couch. Your choice.”

Hanma sneaks past into Baji’s own room with a yawn. You fight the urge to scream, simply looking back at Baji. He shrugs and you try not to punch him.

“Some stupid sleepover,” you grumble to yourself. Stomping into the guest room, you don’t slam the door, but only because Baji’s mom was already asleep. You can hear Hanma cackling in the next room and you groan.

A silent beat goes by, then two, until you squeal silently, bouncing in place. Kazutora’s lips lift into a half smile as he leans on the bed, one elbow on the mattress as the other hand is held out to you. Taking it, he pulls until you’re both laying down face to face.

“Hi, Kazu’.” You say it so softly — so tenderly as you trace the shape of a heart onto his cheek.

HIs nose scrunches, “hi, pretty.”

You grin again, bumping your nose against his as the sound of a video game echoes into the walls. You should’ve known Baji nor Hanma would allow you to sleep. But, truly, you were a little too giddy for sleep anyways.

Kazutora lets out a sigh, his eyes closing in annoyance before they snap back open. “Those two…”

“Quite the pair.” You tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, making sure his forehead is clear of all strands. “Totally oblivious.”

A hand squeezes your hip before an arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. That half-grin of his appears again. “Only a little.”

With a sigh, Kazutora sits up, tapping the space next to him when you lay still. He blinks sleepily — so soft and warm that you want to cuddle into him and never leave. “Gotta get ready for bed, angel.”

“Comfy.” But, you sit up in front of him anyways. Your legs form a ‘w’ shape as you slouch, finding yourself unable to move anymore. “Sleepy.”

Kazutora hums, his fingers dipping into the back of your hoodie as he nods. “Hurry up, then. And—“

A flush takes over his cheeks, crawling up his ears as he looks away. Your eyes widen as you follow his face, not allowing his eyes to look away from yours. “And?”

“We’ll cuddle and stuff.” Kazutora yanks the hoodie so that your eyes are covered. You let out a small shriek that melts into a quiet laugh, pulling the hood off of your head. His cheeks are still pink, lips pouting as he looks away from you. “Stop it.”

Your hands clutch onto the bottom of your hoodie, lifting it up and over. Voice a little muffled as you struggle, you speak anyways. “Stop what?”

Cold, feathered hands latch onto your shirt, holding it down as your hoodie slips off. Finally getting the clothing off, you let out a huff. Kazutora eyes you tenderly, gaze melted as it sinks into you. “Staring at me. Teasing me. Making me blush.”

You scoff, shoving his face away lightly, “like you’re any better?”

Kazutora only grumbles to himself, hands twitching between wanting to bite his nails or hold you. He settles on the latter, grabbing at your hips again when you lay down.

His nose bumps into your neck, legs already sandwiching yours as you throw the blanket over you both. Kazutora lets out a sigh, “s’nice. Being like this.”

“Oh, it is?” Your hand cards into the back of his head, twirling dual-toned strands absentmindedly. “Mister no I’m not for that likes cuddling?”

Lightly pinching his teeth into your neck, Kazutora only lets up when you pinch his back. “That better not leave a mark!”

“Blame the cat,” his voice trails off. Fighting against sleep of your own, you bring him closer as your eyes slide shut. “Worked before.”

“‘Cause they’re stupid.” You fall asleep with a smile on your face, Kazu’s mirroring against your neck.

——♥︎——

i write for him….. a lil too much…… thank you for reading! hope this was soft nd cozy ♥︎ if youd like to b tagged / untagged in any tokyorev content, let me know! ♡

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[blackberrysummerblog]

Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate! After a rotten Friday at the animal shelter where I work, I got a very pleasant surprise yesterday when a pregnant stray who came in gave birth to five live and healthy kittens! I might share some pics later on :) In the meantime, thank you @forabeatofadrum and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tags this morning, as well as everyone else who’s continued to tag me on other days. I’ve been pretty slow writing lately, but I do have some shares this week!

First, a bit of kid!Baz POV from my COBB:

In the afternoons, I do my homework as soon as we get home and sometimes call my father. He never has much to say. I’ll offer to help Dev with his work and then water the herbs in the conservatory, reminding myself of the names and uses of each one. Dogtooth violet to stop gossip, bay leaves for wish making and prophetic dreams. Tarragon for confidence, St. John’s Wort to stave off colds and fevers. Basil can drive off dark spirits. I rub the leaves between my fingers, remembering Ebb’s lessons as the fresh summer scent breaks across my skin. “Basil can dispel confusion, boys. It turns back fear and weakness, and is used in exorcisms. Carry it with you to protect yourselves from danger, or spread it on the ground to keep away evil. It’s also sometimes used to bring lovers together.” Dev had elbowed me and sniggered, because of course we both associate the herb with my name. I don’t see how any of it relates to me, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s just what I’m called.

And the next is from a sequel I suddenly started writing to Field Trip of Dreams (god I still hate that that’s the title I gave it). I wouldn’t say it’s necessary to read the first fic, although it gives context for the fact that Baz and Simon are dating in eighth year, and everyone but the Mage knows it. It’s a longish share, but I’m enjoying writing so have it:

“Isolation Cabin?” Basilton is repeating in disbelief. His eyes narrow. “But Sir, whatever will we do if we get to talking and discover we were separated at birth?”

Simon understandably pales, but Davy merely snorts and waves a dismissive hand. “Unlikely, Mr. Pitch. Now, both of you grab your rucksacks while I conjure a bird to lead you to the cabin. It’s…out of the way.”

The rest of the students are in fits, but of course Davy doesn’t notice. He pays attention to nothing and nobody when he thinks he’s in the right. Simon has shouldered his own pack and is staring into the middle distance, refusing to look at anyone. Of course, Natasha Pitch’s son has to get in one last dig: “What’s next, a get-along shirt?”

Basilton’s unimpressed expression is fooling no one—I know blessed well that he’d only love that. “Davy,” I try one last time. “This weekend is supposed to be providing these students with a chance to learn how to get along as a community of mages. Splitting two of them off will deprive them of the chance—”

“Miss Possibelf.” I suppose it’s amusing that after all these years Davy doesn’t dare use my first name. “I know what I’m doing. Boys this age need a firm hand—” How does he not hear the sniggering going on behind him? “—and I’ve had just about enough.” After seven years. Seven years, and he’s had enough? Davy finally acknowledges me enough to turn and lower his voice. “Quite frankly, one of them has nothing to learn about survival, while the other doesn’t need to.” This last part is said in a hushed whisper, even though from the way Basilton’s eyebrow lifts, I’m certain he heard it.

I share his disdain for the sentiment, however, I’m not particularly concerned about his chances—here, or anywhere else. “Fine,” I snap, throwing my hands up. It’s not as though this trip isn’t always an annual excuse for all kinds of unsanctioned…exploration. Simon and Basilton aren’t likely to get up to anything they haven’t already, and I have bigger fish to fry given the amount of alcohol students traditionally smuggle on this fool’s exercise. David Cadwallader can be as blind as he likes, but some of us are left nursing the hangovers.

No pressure holiday tags: @rimeswithpurple, @artsyunderstudy, @cutestkilla, @c0nsumemy5oul, @tender-ministrations, @nausikaaa, @thewholelemon, @orange-peony, @youarenevertooold, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @letraspal, @bookish-bogwitch, @nightimedreamersghost, @aristocratic-otter, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @hushed-chorus, @prettygoododds, @supercutedinosaurs, @shutup-andletme-go, @aceumbrellaheroes, @asocialpessimist, @wellbelesbian, @ic3-que3n, @raenestee , @larkral, @facewithoutheart, @papierhaikuphoto, @cows4247, @stitchy-queerista, @carry-on-big-bang, @imagineacoolusername, @ileadacharmedlife, @confused-bi-queer, @j-nipper-95, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @iamamythologicalcreature, @bazzybelle, @valeffelees

#cobb 2024 #carry on big bang #snowbaz #WIP #six sentence sunday #the simon snow series #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #Baz pitch #small!baz does his chores and homework #small!dev…does not #watford eighth year #Simon and Baz are having a stupid fight #or is it stupid? #😇 #in any event the mage’s solution is definitely stupid

[sailorkamino]

Dreamsharing

realtionships: marc spector x avenger!witch!reader, established steven x reader, jake x reader [gn]

word count: 1.7k

summary: After accidentally seeing Marc's childhood first hand you assure him how much he's loved. When you try tell the boys what you saw you wind up revealing your own dark past

warnings: brief mentions of death/abuse, victim blaming, ptsd, crying, hurt/comfort, you and marc are a childhood trauma power couple

a/n: imagine the pic of wanda is you going apeshit in the mirror dimension, conejito = bunny

chaos in us masterlist

You often miss your friends in New York but there was one thing you don’t miss at all. Dreamsharing.

When you’re awake you have pretty good control over your psychic abilities but when you’re asleep however, your mind is much more vulnerable. Memories with strong emotions are very… loud. Especially the bad ones. You would regularly get flashes of nightmares that weren’t yours.

On top of the trauma of seeing all that firsthand it made you feel guilty. You didn’t like invading your friends’ privacy. You wanted them to trust you, not fear you. But still you struggled to block the visions. When you moved to London you thought you would be done with dreamsharing. Then you fell in love.

You’re not dumb. Your boyfriends have DID, which you know comes from severe childhood trauma. You know they don’t talk about their family. You know they won’t watch TV shows or movies where children are hurt. And you know they don’t like water (specifically Marc.) But that’s it. You don’t pry. You want them to come to you when they’re ready.

You’ve only fallen asleep with Marc a time or two before. Him and Jake are much more guarded than Steven, who loves coming to the sanctum for sleepovers. But one late dinner and movie night Marc winds up in your king bed, holding you securely from behind. You fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Then the nightmare starts.

Cave. Water. Can’t breathe. Funeral. Hitting. Screaming. It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault, it’s all-

You wake up with a start, heart beating so hard you feel dizzy. Your boyfriend is twisting in his sleep with a frown on his beautiful face. “Marc, Marc,” you whimper, a sob bubbling out of your throat as you move in his arms. He wakes up quickly (his time in the military has left him a light sleeper.)

“Baby?” He asks, in that low tired voice that usually makes your stomach flutter. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

You simply throw yourself on him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You take in his aftershave as you attempt to catch your breath. You know this is backwards, you’re supposed to be the one comforting him, but you can’t help but cry on his behalf. No child deserves that treatment.

“Bad dream,” you whimper against his warm skin. He instantly starts rubbing your back. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos sympathetically.

You revel in his comfort for a few more moments until you pull away. You pull away with a sniffle, “what about you?” He furrows his brow. “What about me?” He asks. You hesitate, not wanting to confess you accidentally spied on his most repressed memories. “You were moving in your sleep. Thought you were having a nightmare too.”

He cups your face with large, warm hands. “You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you, angel? Honestly I don’t remember my dream.”

You bite your lip. You can tell he’s telling the truth but you wonder if he naturally forgot it or if you subconsciously did something to make him forget. You shiver at the thought of using your powers on him without meaning to. It feels like a violation. He uses his thumb to pull your lip from your teeth, offering you a gentle kiss.

"Do you wanna talk about it?”

You swallow thickly. “It was about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes. You… were hurt. I couldn’t stand seeing you like that.”

His chocolate eyes melt. “Aw baby, I’m okay. I’m right here with you and I’m not going anywhere.” You take his hands from your face to kiss his palms. “I love you. All of you.” His body tenses up at your confession.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to–"

Before you can continue you’re being pulled against his broad chest with an ‘oof.’ He clings to you almost desperately. “You love us?” The trepidation in his voice has your heart cracking.

"More than anything.”

You know you’re gonna have to tell him the truth soon. But for now you’re going to hold him in your arms, protecting him from the rest of the world.

____

Steven chuckles at the TV but his smile drops when you have no reaction. He looks down at you, your head pillowed in his lap. Your eyes are distant. This is your favorite comedy and you aren’t even enjoying it. Something’s been off with you for the last few days, all the altars knew it, but you denied it. Marc and Jake have been pushing him to find out what it is, because apparently he’s the best with feelings. Steven think’s they’re just pussies.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks gently as possible, stroking your arm.

You don’t respond at first and Steven is afraid you’re ignoring the question once again but then you let out a sigh. “Recently I did something by accident and I feel guilty about it.”

Steven’s brow furrows. He can’t imagine you doing wrong by anyone. Not only because you’re the kindest person he knows, but your psychic abilities make you incredibly empathetic. No matter where you are in the world you can tell when your boyfriends are having a bad day and send them a cute selfie. How could anyone be upset with you?

“Well if it was an accident it wasn't your fault, was it? Just be honest and I’m sure they’ll forgive you.”

“It’s Marc.” You admit, fiddling with your pajama shirt nervously. “Well, all of you really, but it happened when Marc was fronting.”

Steven becomes even more confused. “You did something to us?” You nod meekly, still staring at the TV so you don’t have to make eye contact. He interlaces your fingers, “do you wanna tell me about it? We’ll work it out together, yeah?"

You take a moment to appreciate his touch before forcing out the truth, “I saw your childhood.” Before he can respond you’re flying up from your place in his lap, almost headbuttig him in the process. “It was an accident! I was sleeping beside Marc and he was having a nightmare and I saw it. It’s called dreamsharing. It hasn’t happened in a while so I didn’t even think to warn you.”

Steven is still quiet, attempting to take in all the information. F/C magic crackles from your fingertips. You clench your fists. “Be honest, how upset is Marc? Does he hate me?”

“What? No! He could never hate you, darling. None of us could. He’s just… quiet.” Then suddenly he tenses up, eyes glazing over for a moment before they roll back in head. You don’t need psychic powers to tell it’s Jake who’s fronting.

You’ve seen the dark look on his face before, usually when someone talks down to Steven or gets a little too close to you. It means he’s gone into his protector role. The fact that he feels the need to protect Marc from you has your eyes burning with unshed tears.

“Was that the night you had a bad dream?” He asks. You nod wordlessly. His jaw clenches, “is that why you told us you love us? Because you pity us?”

“What? No! I said I love you because I meant it, I still do! Nothing’s changed.” You take his hands in yours, relieved when he doesn’t pull away. “After you fell asleep that night I left. I went to the mirror dimension and I just… let go. I haven’t lost control of my magic like that in years.”

His eyes hesitantly meet yours, noticeably less bitter but still guarded. “Why did you?”

“Because I want you to be happy! I want to protect you! No one deserves to be blamed like that, I would know!” You freeze at your own words, as does Jake.

“What does that mean?”

You try to respond but it comes out in stutters. Nearby objects start rattling ominously as your hands glow. Jake doesn’t hesitate to take your face in his rough hands.

“Hey, conejito, look at me. You’re alright. I’m gonna need you to calm down for me.”

You take a few deep breaths as your eyes turn back to their natural color that your boyfriend’s love so much. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. He shakes his head dismissively. “Don’t be.” His thumbs stroke your cheekbones. He doesn’t want to pressure you but his stomach is in anxious knots, he needs to know the truth. “Can you tell me what you meant earlier?”

“I- I want to but it’s hard.” You swallow nervously. “Can I write it down?”

He nods instantly. “Yeah, of course.” He’s moving to find paper and something to write with when you conjure both in your hands. Adoration spreads through his chest when he notices the colorful pen you made. “Cute,” he comments simply.

“Thanks. I was hoping glitter ink would make it less depressing,” you joke dryly. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss against your temple, then leaning away to give you privacy. You grab one of Steven’s nearby books to bare down and take a claming breath before starting.

You can sense Marc, pressing to the front of Jake’s consciousness, anxious to see what you write. It’s only a few moments of tense silence before you’re offering him the paper, but then you pull it back. “Just one more thing,” you mumble, scribbling a message at the bottom. Once you’re satisfied you pass it to Jake. He reads it with bated breath.

My grandma was a witch but my mom wasn’t (magic sometimes skips a generation like that.) She mysteriously died giving birth to me, probably because of my powers. Her body just couldn’t handle it. My dad never forgave me.

I know what you’re going through

-your sunshine

When Marc looks at you tears are brimming his dark eyes, the realization that you went through something similar crushing his heart. Now he knows why seeing his dream affected you so much. “Oh baby,” he says in that gruff voice you love as he pulls you against him, hand cradling the back of your head. It’s a little awkward since you’re on the couch but neither of you mind.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He whispers against your hair.

“It wasn’t yours either.”

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[mamaestapa]

Offseason Romance

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: Off-season adventures shown off through an instagram photo dump

•word count: 1.1k

•warnings: thirsty comments, HEADBAND JOE!, mean fans, fluff, Joe is SO in love w you

series masterlist

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February-July 2023

February 11, 2023

liked by lahjay10_, nbsmallerbear, and 745,458 others

tagged: @yourusername

joeyb_9- Thanks for having us @fanatics

comments:

yourusername- such a fun day w you🤍

joeybfan- Idk how i feel about them, but i'll take the content

lahjay10_ - and they were roommates😮

burrowsbae- The matching Cartiers🥹

itsmemacee- The cutest❤️

yourusername- @lahjay10_ omg they were roommates

fanatics- Thanks for joining us Joe and Y/n!

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March 6, 2023

@yourusername Instagram story

story replies:

shiestysbae reposted story

shiestysbae- boys wearing those damn gray jeans 

y/njoestan reposted story

y/njoestan- THOUGHT THIS WAS THEIR BABY FOR A SECOND 

joeyb_9 reposted story

joeyb-9-❤️

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March 19, 2023

liked by bengals, emhubbard, and 201,009 others

tagged: @joeyb_9

yourusername- Wedding Szn🤍

comments:

itsmemacee- So glad I got to celebrate my big day with you two🥰

y/njoestan- MOM AND DAD pls say you're next

joshallen- It was great meeting you!

joeburrowismydaddy_9- i miss liv :(

bengals- Wedding szn>>>football szn

joeyb_9- @bengals Football szn>>>Wedding szn

samhubbard- Joe Burrow hates weddings

confirmed

robinburrow- Miss you two!❤️

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April 9, 2023

liked by shiestysbae, emhubbard, and 900 others

tagged: @nbsmallerbear, @joeyb_9, @samhubbard, @emhubbard, @itsmemacee, @yourusername, @graciegroat

cincybengalsupdates- Joe and Sam at the UFC fight with Bosa and others. Meanwhile their wives stayed back at the beach rental with some other Bengals WAGS! Good lookin group!

comments:

shiestysbae- JOSEPH STOP WITH THE GRAY JEANS😭 Y/n girl pls throw them away

bengals- Our faves!

yourusername- @shiestysbae- I've tried. Trust me.

cincybengalsupdates-UPDATE! Joe was just seen with a girl at an after party in Miami...and it's not Y/n😬

emhubbard- @cincybengalsupdates when it actually is her though😬 let's not make up rumors please and thanks!

cincybengalsupdates- @emhubbard Never tried to make any rumors! sources told me it was another girl

kaylabradshaw- Sources are clearly WRONG! Just met Joe and he was with Y/n...they're both so sweet!🥰

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April 23, 2023

liked by jb9lover, yourusername, and 1002 others

tagged: @joeyb_9

bengalsbabe- more of Joe at the LSU spring game💜💛

comments:

jb9lover- i am 99% sure him and Y/n broke up. she's posted and he hasn't liked her photos. plus, why isn't she there with him?

joeburrowfan- @jb9lover GOD I HOPE YOU'RE RIGHT

bengalsbabe- @jb9lover @joeburrowfan i actually really like Y/n!🥰 she makes joe happy and she's seems very sweet. i think instead of tearing her down for being with him, we should be hyping her up. you cant love joe and hate on his girlfriend just for being with him🤷‍♀️

yourusername- Love this pic! thank you for your kind words @bengalsbabe❤️

bengalsbabe- @yourusername of course queen🥰

susieevans- omg how cute!!

haleighbroucher- Y/n, pls give him a baby rn. we need dad Joe🥹

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April 24, 2023

liked by itsmemacee, body_by_hollyyy, and 200,097 others

tagged: @cincystyles @itsmemacee @yourusername

yourusername and itsmemacee- A little behind the scenes of our summer collection photoshoot✨

comments:

itsmemacee- So much fun!!

emhubbard- I cant wait for those sets in the second slide to be released!

joeyb_9- Proud bf moment. I miss you

erinandrews- Beautiful, ladies!😍

loganwilsonlb- Macee baby...you look gorgeous as always🥵❤️

bengalsbabe- this is why Y/n wasn't at the LSU game for anybody wondering😙

body_by_hollyyy- YESSSS!!🫶

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May 2, 2023

liked by yourusername, nfl, and 78,478, others

tagged: @joeyb_9

bengals- Who wore it better?👀

comments:

yourusername- ME

shiestysbae- dammit. the GRAY JEANS😭 but Y/n fs

jb9lover- JOE😍

bakermayfield- JOE😍

itsmemacee- The only correct answer is Y/n

y/njoestan- she's wearing his necklace🥹

nfl- The king and queen of the North👑

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May 6, 2023

liked by bengals, teehiggins, and 378, 990 others

tagged: @zactaylor @yourusername @loganwilsonlb @itsmemacee @emhubbard @samhubbard

joeyb_9- Stagecoach '23

comments:

joeburrowismydaddy_9- joe posting on instagram AND being social? that's a first. WE LOVE IT

evanmcpherson- COACH AT STAGECOACH!?

yourusername- still can't believe zac came with us

samhubbard- Best way to end the offseason!

lahjay10_- @samhubbard the fuck you mean? we still got like a month (i ain't showing up unless it's mandatory idc)

bengals- Stagecoach w coach😎

zactaylor- Thanks for having me! Made me feel like I was 25 all over again😂

lanalang- this is why the bengals are the best team in the nfl

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May 10, 2023

@yourusername Instagram story

story replies:

joeyb_9 reposted second slide:

joeyb_9- My girl

burrowupdates reposted story:

burrowupdates - Joe and Y/n are in Arizona for a quick vacation before OTA's! Y/n grew up around Phoenix so I assume that's why they are there.

y/njoestan reposted second slide:

y/njoestan- MOM AND DAD🥹❤️

yourmomsusername reposted story:

yourmomsusername- My baby girl!!! Cant wait to meet you Joseph!!!!🥳

May 11, 2023

@joeyb_9 Instagram story

story replies:

yourusername reposted story:

yourusername- 🤍🤍

jb9lover reposted story:

jb9lover- i take back anything i've ever said about their relationship. i'm so glad he's so active on social media now. thanks Y/n🫶

May 15, 2023

liked by yourusername, bengals, and 990 others

tagged: @joeyb_9

joeburrowfan- Joe today🥵

comments:

joeyblova- HOLY SHIT😩

bengals- QB1 lookin' good😍

shiestyswifey- i just KNOW Y/n is going feral right now over these just like we are.

yourusername- @shiestyswifey Oh trust me, I am

joefan9- The king and queen of cincinnati definitely gettin' it on when he gets home👀

shiestysbae- @joefan9 EW😭 id rather not think about them getting nasty

joeburrowfan- @joefan9 @shiestysbae cincinnati? more like cincinNASTY

itsmemacee- Please tell me you're seeing these comments😂😂 @yourusername

yourusername- @itsmemacee Yep😂 showing Joe as we speak

shiestysbae- @yourusername NOOOO OMFG

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July 17, 2023

@yourusername Instagram story

story replies:

emhubbard reposted story:

emhubbard- Awww, Taylor's new bestie🐾

shiestysbae reposted story:

shiestysbae- what are the odds she chews up your gray jeans @joeyb_9

y/njoestan reposted story:

y/njoestan- she's adorable!! what's next, a baby?!👀

itsmemacee reposted story:

itsmemacee- brb crying. bean burrow🥹

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hi loves!!

doing a "double update" for all of you because i've been slacking with updates, so you all deserve this because of how patient you've been with me. i appreciate it so much🤍

but omg i had so much fun with chapter! these instagram chapters are always so fun to write. instead of writing just one moment or one vacation from yours and Joes off-season adventures, i decided to do a bunch of "posts" to show them all off :)

i hope you all enjoyed this chapter! the next chapter is full of surprises👀 (any guesses on what they could be?)

only three more left of this series ! i cant believe it.

thank you all so much for your love and support with this book. every like, reblog, comment and view means so much to me!🥰

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