#HES REALLL HES FINALLY REALLL

[icyfox17]

kiloran

"Please," the vigilante speaks again, tearing Bobby's eyes away from the wound and back to his mask. "No hospitals." And, fuck, Bobby can't say no to him. It'll—it'll be okay. "Okay," he says, and he's surprised at how steady his voice is. "No hospitals. But you can't pass out on me now, okay? I need to go to the bathroom to grab supplies. You have to stay awake." - Or, Buck gets shot and the only person he trusts enough to go to is Bobby. That, however, does not mean that Bobby knows who he is.

Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Bobby Nash Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Gunshot Wounds, Evan "Buck" Buckley Whump, Protective Bobby Nash, Worried Bobby Nash, Bobby Nash is Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parent, POV Bobby Nash, Vigilante Evan "Buck" Buckley, Civilian Bobby Nash, they are both still firefighters tho:) Complete | 2,380 words | Read on Ao3

[bluebellhairpin]

OMG I'M SEEING HOZIER IN A MONTH!!!!

[farmlesbians]

i know many drummers who have struggled to learn paramore songs because they all said zac's technique is very fast. the fact that he was like 13 when the band started will always be mind blowing to me. He deserves the hype that travis barker gets

what's the drum equivalent to shredding.... bangin???

[lyssakinzzz]

Soft!Remmick caring for you but he still has a possessive streak but he's just caring and soft!🩷🦇

SMUT!

Breeding, jealousy sex, Praise kink if you look realll close, free use(damn I'm horny), dubcon, somnophillia, remmick being soft, but dark just a bit, prideful remmick, remmick being a tad masochistic, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you nilly, guys), choking, remmick talking you through it in Gaelic, (Google translate Gaelic, I'm sorry the Irish didn't bring Gaelic to my island yall 😔), squirting!

Writing below cut!

You never thought dating a vampire could be so gentle, I mean Remmick was just so sweet! He was, truly. He tried courting you, for godsakes! He was an old soul, litreally and figuratively. You always bragged about how your man never got jealous or was threatened by any man, when you and your girlfriends would sit around for gossip and sweet tea. This was truly blissful.

So, you were confused when you woke up to your boyfriend lightly, choking you whilst thrusting into your aching cunt.

"Ahh..." you let out clawing at his back, your silver rings pressed down on his back as he hissed, just pressing deeper into you.

"Fuck s'tight." He grunted his eyes rolling back.

"Dont god move, sug. You're squeezing justtt right." He hissed as his breath hitched, as he pushed into your spongy entrance.

"Shitttt, he could never make you feel like this huh?" He muttered, choking back loud moans, shutting it tight in his throat like a Pandora's box that he didn't dare to open. You looked confused, but just nodded, breathlessly and mindlessly.

"No, baby. No..." you breathed out.

"Righttt...say it like you mean it, girl." He whispered, as he let out a little "fuck" while thrusting. You nodded, your eyes rolling back.

"Use your big girl words, c'mon, cher" He rasped, while gaining speed, you clawed at his back, your silver rings leaving burns on him, like you branded him.

He was yours.

You kept whining as your response, as remmick kept priding himself.

"Yeah, he'd never be able to fuck you like this, huh, Cher?" He grunted, going nice and slow, his soft head perfectly kissing your cervix, you arch your back into the soft mattress.

"M'gonna cum....Rem!" You whined as he continued his movements.

"Nuh fuck uh, you gon' promise, you'd never let him touch you, that you'd never let him fuck you as good as I do." He grunted, letting a few whimpers slip through his tough facade.

You whined, thrashing. You breathed heavily, you needed this.

"I'd never let him t-touch me...." you whined, obeying his request. He smirked as he let you cum as he talked you through your orgasm

"Sea, a ghrá. Tar ar aghaidh, tá sé ceart go leor. Tar ar mo shon, ní ghreimim." He moaned, gaining speed, but keeping his movements sensual.

"B’fhéidir dá mbeadh leanbh agam ionat, go bhfanfadh sé ar shiúl, ha? An mbeadh suim agat ann, sílim go mbainfeadh an cút beag santach seo taitneamh as, ha?" He grunted, as he kept going, your spongy walls, growing tighter for him with each thrust.

"tà sì..." He moaned as he watched, your cunt gush water for him.

"Ó, féach cad a rinne an cailín deas." He smiled as he pulled out and started lapping at your folds, trying to get a taste of your juices, mixed with his cum. When you finally stopped gushing he raised his head to your wreaked body, his lips red from sucking. He smiled and got up.

"I'm gonna' make some pancakes, ya seem hungry." He whistled as he walked to the kitchen, as you laid in bed.

[car-o-line]

Hey I was wondering if you can a part 2 of Being friends with Matthew/Kevin/Jack if that’s fine I really want them to reunite with them during chapter 4 🙁❤️ (no pressure and take your time)

POPPY PLAYTIME BRAINROT IS REALLL And ofc, those 3 shaylas deserve so much better and that’s what y/n is for💁‍♀️

Part 1 of what the request was talking about

Matthew Hallard:

Okay so basically you were the perfect candidate for another toy!!

(it doesn’t matter which one)

When you had to leave the orphanage for a bit because of your “sickness” Matthew was deeply worried and upset.

He did his own check up on you and told the scientist that you were okay but they didn’t really listen to him.

But once you came back you had to get “adopted” the next day??

He was heartbroken but he reluctantly said his goodbye.

Once he really figured out what being “adopted” really meant he instantly thought about you.

It made him angry, furious that some sicko could experiment on a child.

When he was turned into Doey he was more focused on Kevin and Jack.

But then he came across cage with a file next to it.

It was YOUR file, and YOUR body in there.

He read it and his eyes instantly watered and he quickly opened the prison, whether by force or a key.

He would most likely be in control of Doey, so he would ask you a few questions to see if it’s really you.

Once confirmed he almost started to cry but put himself together and brought you to “Safe Haven.”

I’m not sure if he would tell you straight out that he’s Matthew but he would give small hints.

Like knowing your favorite snack, or something like that.

In the end he’s EXTREMELY happy you’re with him again even if you yourself don’t know it.

Kevin Barnes:

You were taken away after he was asleep, so he wouldn’t try to hold onto you.

When he woke up he looked around for you in “Home Sweet Home” but he couldn’t find you anywhere, he got pissed.

He would be mostly alone if you weren’t there with him and he adored the feeling of having a friend so when you were taken away because of some “sickness”, he wasn’t having it.

His violent behavior increased and they had to quickly do something to make him calm down, or force him to(o?)

So they made him the first experiment to be implemented within Doey The Doughman.

One of the scientists even taunted him by saying how maybe he’ll meet you as a toy.

You got turned into a toy as well, another bigger body for the initiative.

You were lost and confused for a while before,

“LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT I SEE MY FRIEND”

“Kevin-!”

How did he know? He didn’t, he just had a hunch which was right.

Of course he couldn’t get out but his excitement got the better of him.

When he finally got control he started to chase after you like he did when you were both human, which you thought he was trying to devour you.

Which wasn’t true but he chased you into a corner, when you thought it was over he grabbed your hand and started dragging you off to “Safe Haven.”

He wasn’t so bad when he was happy was he?

Jack Ayers:

You were taken to the scientist office when jack had fallen into the vat of dough, the last thing he saw before darkness.

And guess whattt, you were turn into a toy who could’ve guessed?

Anywho, once Jack was combined into Doey, you were yet to be made.

But a few months later, after the “Hour of Joy” a new toy was done being finished.

You.

You roamed the halls until Poppy caught sight of you, immediately heading back to “Safe Haven” to tell Doey.

Matthew who was in control of Doey was intrigued and headed out to take a peak at you before anyone else could, whether that be the Doctor of the odd employee running around somewhere.

Around where you were was a VHS tape, easily found and placed in the VCR.

The tape was distributing to say the least, even Kevin was a bit ticked after listening to it.

It contained your moments before death, your screams, cries, pleads, it was heartbreaking for Matthew to hear.

But Jack, recognized that voice, he recognized the name the scientist called, the outline of your form on the operation table.

Jack started to think what you walked into wasn’t an office at all.

His emotions got the better of him and ran from the VHS recording as fast as he could, the last thing he saw was a toy, the toy Poppy was talking about.

The one he ran into.

“Y-y/n..?!”

[spideysbruh]

bed chem

a/n- based off bed chem by sabrina carpenter. also I want a bf bro 😔💔💔💔💔

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y/n what a wonderful night ! 💕

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rachelzegler MY BEAUTIFUL BEST FRIEND

ynsmusic DID YOU FINALLY MEET TIMOTHEEEE

popyn i saw on the livestream that they were near each other while in line for the carpet, so I hope so !! she's been a fan for so long 🥺

ynsbeatbox you never ever miss

@ynupdates just tweeted- y/n seemingly liked and then unliked a post from a timothée chalamet fan account on tiktok!

@ynsblanket replied- DONT AIR OUT HER BUSINESS LIKE THAT 💀💀💀💀💀💀

@shawnxyn replied- it's okay girl we've all been there 😭

@saturdayyn replied- she's real asl tbh

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y/n i bet we'd have really good....

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rocketyn ARE THESE NEW SONG LYRICSSSS !?!?!

uptownyn she's too gorgeous bro omg

ynjoel new album!?!?!

windyn GOOD WHAT?!?!! WHATTTT DONT LEAVE US HANGINGGG

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tchalamet late post, being a co-chair was amazing. thank you thank you thank you.

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laurieslaurence YOU AND BILLIE DID AMAZING

timmysmanager PLSSS you're so cute

y/n awesome

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@y/n just tweeted- been watching little women a lot lately and im pissing my sister off cause I keep randomly yelling "JO WE'VE GOTTA HAVE IT OUT"

@tinydanceryn replied- the way i have that whole scene memorized

@y/n replied to @tinydanceryn- no girl same I HAVE LOVED YOU EVER SINCE I HAVE KNOWN YOU JO-

@laurieslaurence replied- REALLL

@cineyn replied- you give amy march soooo much

@chiyn replied to @yn- nah fr her songs have such amy vibes

@y/n just tweeted- patiently waiting for my laurie laurence

@sweetyn replied- mhmmmm we know girl. you're waiting for THEE laurie laurence

@staryn replied- IT'S NO USE JO

@littleyn replied- she thinks she's slick LMAOOO

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y/n you make me wanna make you fall in love

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ynscat she's rly active recently 😭😭WHO is she trying to impress lmaooo

bobyn are these lyrics or just a silly caption

y/n can't it be both?

bitchisback YOU'RE SO HOTTTT

ynsemo billie liked omg my pop princesses !!!!!

@timmyupdates just tweeted- Timothée seen with fans recently! He expressed how happy he was with the Met Gala, and said how he was able to meet some "really wonderful and beautiful people" thanks to it.

@boneslee replied- he looks soooo good 🫦🫦

@lauriesvest replied- ughhhh I wish the livestream stayed on longer! I got fomo 💔😔

@timmysgreeneyes replied- WHO DID HE MEETTTTT

@ynupdates just tweeted- Y/n has once again liked a post regarding Timothée. This time it was a video of him walking around LA, while paparazzi asked about his love life.

@shortnyn replied- "once again" is crazyyyy 💀💀

@lookingatyn replied- yall j loveeeeeee calling her out, huh 😭😭💀

@timoatreides replied- he looks really good there so I can't even blame her

~~~ 8 months later ~~~

tchalamet just posted a story!

caption- Y/N !!!!!!!!!!

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y/n dream-came-trued it for ya

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amoreenayn oh. my. god.

laurieamy BRO WHAT IS GOING ONNNNN

tchalamet so sweet

satyn I BEG YOUR PARDON?!

popyn so random... but at the same time, it makes SO much sense.

@ynupdates just tweeted- y/n and Timothée Chalamet seen today at a mall in Indiana, sources say they were holding hands and seemed pretty close !

@eltonyn replied- very happy for them tbh, I think they suit eachother really well!

@rainyn replied to @eltonyn- I agree, I think they balance eachother out 🫶 they're a good match!

@kenzyn replied- guys let's remember that they only met a few months ago at the Met Gala !!!!! it's still extremelyyyyy early in their relationship/friendship/whatever this is.

@darlingyn replied to @kenzyn- I don't think they would share this much publicly if they weren't secure in their relationship

@tsgf replied to @darlingyn- or they're in the honeymoon phase

@dyltims replied to @tsgf- first of all, you're a weirdo. second of all, i think they're both mature enough to know what to share and what not to.

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tchalamet 📽 🛏 ⚗️ 🧪 📽

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viciousyn bed... science ?? bed... beaker ??? sleep science ? BRO WHAT 😭😭😭

ynslipgloss OMG THEY FILMED SMTH TOGETHEE IS IT A MV !!??!! FOR HER?!?!?!

pinkponyclub okay im invested now

timospaul if it is a mv HOW TF did they afford him 😭😭😭

lauriesvest he def did it as a favor for his gf 🤣🤣🤣🤣

confidentyn realll, it's not like he needs the extra cash anyway LMAO

y/n just posted a story!

caption- 😳😳😳 atticus actually likes somebody omg it's a miracle.

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tchalamet 🛏🛏🛏👅👅👅‼️‼️‼️‼️

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y/n where art thou?

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shortyn the emojis boy what the hell

tsgf ughhhhhhh

ynsbeatbox stfu hoe

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tchalamet woahhh

comments have been limited

y/n yeah I know what that means

tchalamet liked

tchalamet just posted a story!

caption- 💋💋💋💋💋

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y/n out of breath, got me scrolling like ooooo....

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timmysgf basic

y/n funny how he's laying next to ME rn huh?

oppositeyn ATEEEEEE

tchalamet mmmmm

tchalamet im obsessed !!!

tchalamet camaraderie

ynxtimmy i sure hope his comments will make sense soon 😭😭😭💀💀💀

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tchalamet tonight. 11pm 🛏

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ynsmagic FINALLYYYYYYYY

timmysgreeneyes the way this will change the trajectory of my life forever

florencepugh AHHHHHHHH

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y/n bed chem 😍🧪

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tchalamet i am such a gentleman to you.

y/n liked

y/n ily baby forever 😍

pleasepleaseyn that's not what the song says...

ynsheadphones IM OBSESSED ITS SOXGOODDDD

timmylaurie there's no way he acts that way w you in private im sorry like what LMAOO

ynscat idk i believe it... lil timmy tim was a thing wasn't it

yndefensesquad DONT EMBARASS HER MOTHERFUCKERR

shortyn the way she's been teasing these lyrics for monthsssss she's wanted him from the get go 😭😭💀 real af

lauriesvest this is the sexiest timmys acted 🫦🫦🫦🫦 amazing thank you y/n

eternalyn her hard work does not go unnoticed fr

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[bloody-night]

Thinking abt Wise and him giving you a reverse cowgirl 🙏

His hands resting on your thighs, as his face is red as a tomato, embarrassed to even move. His beautiful pale body, exposed for you. In which you can see his gorgeous back, and perfect but small ass. Wise remained still, as he had your cock stuffed inside him, the girth was enough for him, so was the length.

A sigh escaped his lips as he started rolling his hips, feeling your hand rest his hip. “Relax, proxy… go steady.” You assured, hand rubbing his ass to soothe him.

“Y-yea…” He stuttered, biting his lip as he continued with his movements. Deep, sensual rolls that made him feel just how deep you were in him. His shoulders were red, blushing just like his face. Wise let out soft pants, trying to stay quiet even if the two of you were currently alone in the video store together.

The grey haired could feel every vein from your cock, graze the innards of his ass, causing his own erect member to twitch with anticipation. It leaked with pre, eagerly waiting to be touched. Wise couldn’t do it himself, he was already overwhelmed with you inside him.

From slow rolling, to now rhythmic bouncing, Wise would let out occasional moans onto the air. His stomach felt warm, he sensed he was close, and so did you, too. His muscles tensing up as he sped to reach his high, forgetting about your own needs as he chased his own. “C-cumming—!” He warned, before feeling him tighten around you, causing you to grunt as you were close too, but couldn’t finish the same time as him.

Wise panted as his cock released ropes onto the sheets, as some trailed onto his base. He tried to regain his breath, before feeling you grab his body, forcing him to lay his back on your chest. His head turned to look at you with shock. “W-what are yo-“ “I’m sure I haven’t finished yet, so…” You cut him off as you moved your legs upwards, feet flat and sturdy onto the bed, as Wise’s hips were lifted upwards, still feeling your cock inside him.

“W-wait—!” Wise stuttered, before getting cut off with a moan, feeling you thrust deeper inside him than he’s thought. A string of moans left the younger one’s mouth, his hands gripping your arms which were around his stomach.

The way he was held, the feeling of your dick hitting deeper inside him made him see stars in his vision. Poor Wise, overstimulated as his fleshy walls were nothing but mush around you. His own cock still erect and overstimulated, that each slap it did against his stomach made him jolt with stinging sensation.

Wise’s moans were music to your ears, his mouth close to your ear.

You held his body, grunting with each thrust you gave him. Balls slapping against your skin as the squelching could be heard from Wise’s hole, swallowing you in for more. “Sorry, Wise… but, agh.. I need to reach my high too.” You stared, grunting as you bit into the drooling and cock drunk man’s shoulder, certainly creating a bruise later.

Wise couldn’t form thoughts anymore, only endure the rough fucking you gave him, he could feel everything, he couldn’t see nor hear clearly anymore. His heart pounded in his ears, drool left his lips, as he could simply moan in overwhelming pleasure.

“ ‘M going to fill you up, okay? Fill you up realll good..—“ You whispered onto his ear, only receiving a slurred “yes”.

Wise whimpered as he felt you draw your cock outwards, before gasping as you thrusted deep inside, finally painting his walls white.

You grunted, feeling Wise’s insides spasm around you, as well as his entire body twitch. You filled him up, before giving final thrusts to push your cum deeper inside him, earning whines from your boyfriend.

Sorry that it escalated lol

[st4rfckerz]

mdni 18+

"Just relax Angel, let me help." Anakin leans forward as you lay on his plush bed. Your period was unfortunately on it's merry way and you could tell by the way your tits ached horribly. He props himself up above you and slides his warm hands underneath his shirt that you so graciously stole. With practiced precision, he cups your breasts in both hands, massaging them firmly yet tenderly.

Despite being caught off guard by his actions, there's something about the swirl of pain and pleasure coursing through your body that ignites a fire within your veins. Your heart races faster as he continues to knead your sensitive tissue, his thumbs drawing circles around your hardened nipples until they stand erect against his palms.

"You doin' okay?" Anakin coos sweetly.

"Mhm." you sigh, letting a moan accidently slip from your lips. Anakin hums appreciatively at your reaction and repeating that same 'mhm' playfully. A small smirk forming on his face as he works at relieving your discomfort, a hint of arousal seeping in as well. Anakin knew exactly how to get you into this state of mind, where you could feel your brain turning into a hazy mush.

Anakin lifts his head, meeting your eyes for a fleeting moment before dipping his head down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth.

The sensation is immediate, a sharp contrast between the gentle massage and the sudden suction, creating a new wave of sensations that courses through your body.

"Ani...mmph- m'too sensitive." you whine as you rake your fingers through his dark golden curls. Anakin looks up at you, eyes wide and doe like, watching your reaction intently as he continues his ministrations, sucking and massaging your left breast with devotion, balancing your comfort and arousal with great care.

"I know baby, just hang in there for me." He purrs, he glances down at his work, seeing the subtle peaks of your nipples and the slight reddening of your skin, admiring the changes he brings about with his attention. He keeps his dangerous eye contact with you as he gently switches to the other nipple and taking it into his mouth. His fingers trailing along your waist, lingering on the curve, tracing the outline of your hip and moving back up to repeat the process.

You were too far gone to see that Anakin had stopped his tender touches along your waist and was now tentatively reaching under your soaked panties. His eyes flutter shut and he groans softly, a vibration tickling your nipple as he revels in how incredibly wet you've become.

Anakin watches you closely as he slides his finger along your folds, his breath hitched at your response, eyes heavy with arousal as he commits every detail to memory.

" 's this all for me? hm?" he murmurs approvingly, his voice low and raspy as he starts kissing his way down your stomach, his finger continuing its lazy dance with your cunt, dipping inside ever so slightly, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

"Just for you Ani." Anakin's eyes flare at your words, a triumphant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he stops mere inches away from your core. He looks up at you, your connection intense and unapologetically carnal.

"Uh huh, I know it is." he whispers, leaning in closer to your dripping pussy, his breath hot and heavy against your skin, a gentle tease before he finally dives in, his tongue dipping into your folds, tasting your wetness and exploring with care. "Gonna take realll good care of you Angel." He grabs your legs gently, lifting them higher on his shoulders, spreading you wide open for him, giving him complete access to your most vulnerable and wanted part.

It's clear that you were distracted by Anakin's actions and finally forgot the agonizing pain from earlier.

[yeosbbm]

NSFW Ateez Thoughts+ Headcanons

(some based on astrology wink wink)

MDNI !!

A/N: Simply a Drabble of what I think each member would be into and kinks until I finish my next fic which will probably be later tonight or tmr 😭

Seonghwa:

yes this man is a head game mvp and yes you’ll have hickies on your inner thighs

would be a tiddies man, but a leg man too tbh the size doesn’t matter either

will rip tights or fishnets off of you, lightly bite your calf while it’s balanced on his shoulder, gripping your thigh.. trailing up your leg before he finger fucks you

with his moon and venus sign I feel like he would most DEF have emotional sex, you got into an argument ? makeup sex. Haven’t seen each in forever ? He will be insatiable. You’re sad or stressed ? His mouth can help you feel better

Mommy Hwa is REALLL !

he eats shy girls UPPPPP for breakfast lunch and dinner like I need a hwa x shy listener fic made

Hongjoong:

has a photo album of you giving him brain and other freaky stuff on his phone and looks around before opening it to make sure members don’t see 💀

The jealousy/possessive sex would be crazy

He’ll either be petty as hell and make some snide remarks like after making you cum hard he’d be like “could he make you dumb like this ? probably not right ?”

Or he’d overstim you like a MADDDD MAN to prove a point

deep stroke champ like seriously

Will have you stuttering + speaking nonsense during sex by having you speak so he’ll hear you flustered..like he’ll ask about your day and then speed his hips up and while you can’t finish your sentence he’ll go “come on talk to me baby…”

will lay back and have you ride him/be on top after a longgg day at the studio

needs to be the best you ever had

Yunho:

He purposely gives you his clothes with the main purpose being to fuck you in them at some point of the day

after a shower you’ll ask him to bring you some clothes bc you forgot to grab some & instead of your own clothes he gives you a shirt and boxers of his and now look,, you’re in missionary with the shirt on 🫵🏽

Future Dilf Yunho is VERY VERY REAL !!

Sigh…the infamous size kink…no but he’d literally press his weight against you to keep you in place especially if you’re squirming too bad

his birth chart makes me feel like aftercare would be so rejuvenating and sweet when it comes to him ykwim like it would be amazingg

Dude I know he’s an ass man or likes thicker/curvier people

Yeosang:

EEEEEEEEVVVILLLLLLLLL [mermaid man voice]

like he’d be all shy and quiet and be like “sorry I’m nervous” and then has you on the bed done and fucked out in the end while sitting there just “🙂”

I feel like he has a size kink like yunho since he’s so strong and built but not to the same extent

I am sooo for the idea that yeo likes seeing his s/o in lingerie like that’s so real

most definitely whispers in your ear with his deep husky voice during it all

hes holding your legs open while eating you and notices that you’re covering your face and holding your voice so he kisses his way up to your ear and goes “cmon love why’re you hiding from me.” while bringing his fingers in .

HE KNOWS WHAT HES DOINGGGGG

Gentle manhandling enthusiast

San:

Yes, yes he is the boyfriend that keeps you from going out the house to party by fucking you before/during you getting ready to leave

You’re doing the final bits of your makeup and you have to do your hair + get dressed but allll of a sudden San comes in and asks where you going and then you say a party and nowww he’s suddenly “you’re so pretty..let me look at you.” and now your makeup is ruined and clothes are GONE !

Switch San is REAL GUYS

Crazy stamina + positions you will be taking a quick nap after you two are through and yes he will take photos of you knocked out to laugh at later

This one writer said that if San smoked he’d pass it to you during sex and man. I am so in love with that idea . This can be found on @atinysuh ‘s account !

Mingi:

He gives aftercare but I feel like even so he’d want to be babied after too like be sooo nice and sweet to him please

I like to imagine Mingi being into older women and if not older women, women in powerful positions or confident/dominant women

Has a huge praise kink

like think about him going down on you and lightly tugging his hair and praising him sooo much while he’s between your legs he’d go ham as soon as you utter “Fuck it feels so good Mingi..” he will make SURE you cum in the next 2 mins

This is lowkey unserious but like I imagine that pussy puts him to sleep like 💀

I personally believe he’s a switch but when he does dom he is the biggest flirt and dirty talker with the upmost confidence

Wooyoung:

Same as Mingi I like to think he’d be into older women or women in positions of power

He probably has such a random libido or finds you doing the most normal/conventional things sexy

You’ll be cooking dinner later into the evening and while you’re at the stove stirring up the food he’d come from behind and wrap his arms around you, it seems innocent until he begins kissing + nibbling on your ear and lightly pressing himself into you from behind while muttering about how sexy you look

We all know he loves to be scolded + degraded like he’ll pick small arguments just to hear you mad at him because it turns him on

You’ll tell him to slow down and him being the brat he is he’ll speed up for a bit or he will slow down but goes harder than earlier

He’s probably super into people who have an alt or at least a darker aesthetic and style

Jongho:

With his birth chart if you kiss his neck..he is DEFINITELY GONNA DEVOUR YOU plus he confirmed himself that he likes neck kisses

He is a thigh riding enthusiast.

Is 100% fully a dom and lowkey I feel like he cares more for giving to you rather than receiving back unless he asks

Tease him too bad and you WILL get consequences..whether it’s edging, teasing you 3x more, or even spanking you a couple times

Would take you out to eat and playfully tease you in the restaurant just so you can beg him to go home to fuck + he isn’t asking for the bill until you beg good enough

FUTURE ! SUGAR DADDY! JONGHO IS REALLL (but you’ll love giving + getting sugar from him)

Even if he wasn’t a sugar daddy he most def is the provider boyfriend

like I just know the morning after a night of sex he’ll leave before you wake up to go to work and you’ll check your phone and see he dropped a couple bands into your bank account “For being his good girl.”

Is it obvious I’m Jongho biased LMFAOO

[rovsemyri]

I smoked away my brain..(plug!k.choso) ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

❄️UP ON MY GUMS , (I THINK THEY GOIN NUMB!)

now playing: demons- a$ap rocky

cw: plug!choso / drug dealer!choso, soft dom!choso, fem!reader, dubcon (kinda; sex under the influence), car sex, praising, riding, pussydrunk chosooo!, plot(kinda?), unprotected sex, creampie ₊˚ෆ₊

synopsis: it’s a friday night after work, you finally have the weekend off! stressed, you decide to call your plug, choso. you met him through one of your closest co-workers, yuiji after finding out he had a brother, since then, I guess you can say that you became choso's favorite customer — ★ (intended lowercase)

levy's note⭒⊹ ࣪ ˖: not my best work (i wrote this while i was high) :( but the show must go on. i had the idea to add visual links but i didn't know if people would be cool wit that, so lmk! tyy :) *there may be spelling errors,etc*

╰⟢ it was a late friday night and you didn’t have work tomorrow, so what did u do? called choso, your plug of course. though he was your drug dealer, you knew him a little bit more than his other customers, might even say, you got special treatment. choso was always laid back, he hated people in his business so not many people knew much about him, you wouldn’t have met him if it weren't for yuiji. 

 when he arrived, you stood outside the car door , just talking for a moment before he asked if you wanted to chill for a bit, suggesting you smoke a few blunts and talk…as you know, he always enjoyed your company. 

“so how you been, ma?” he asks, passing you the blunt as he fights a grin asking you the question. taking it from his hand, you take a pull before answering, “ tired, work has been stressing me out lately, but i’m doing okay” you flash him a small smile before taking another pull from the blunt. “you've been staying after hours, right?” he laughed a little, you could tell he was already buzzed. “you stalking me?” you ask, keeping up the light mood. passing the blunt back to him, your body began to feel heavy. 

“nahh, yuiji told me. the boy never shuts up about you, he’s worried bout you”, he says nonchalantly, taking another hit from the blunt. “you gotta take it easy for realll” his words slowing down a little. you could feel your head start to spin as the car became filled with more and more smoke, making your brain blank a little. “i’m doing fine though! just make sure you tell him to not worry when you get back” you laugh a little at the fact that yuiji worried about you and told his brother. choso takes a few pulls before outing the blunt. “you ain’t fine, you just said you was stressed” his words slur a little, the bud getting to his head. “ know i had smoke with you real quick, mama” he says with a grin on his face, pulling out another pre-rolled blunt, passing it to you with his lighter.

“being generous tonight, cho?” you smile at him, lighting the next blunt. “ you said you were stressed…you know i gotchu.” he says looking at you with a soft expression, making eye contact you try to avert your eyes. though choso was your friend’s brother you couldn’t help but admit he was so fucking hot. he was the quiet type, never spoke too much about himself or his life, he was a chill type of guy. that's what made you take interest in him, he was a mystery, really. 

you continue to spend the night just talking, getting things off your mind. choso was always a good listener and it seemed like he loved to listen to you talk. you could sometimes feel the way his eyes are glued to your lips as you're talking…or when he thinks you're not looking, you could feel the way his low eyes trace your figure as you tell him about what's going on. your mind gets more and more intoxicated as the rotation continues several times, somehow he’s still going, waiting for you to tap out or break the box. 

it's getting later as you both continue to talk, rotation going back forth as well, reminiscing about the past you both giggle and laugh. the euphoric feeling takes over your body, you haven’t felt this high in a really long time, you almost feel yourself twitching. choso lets out a soft laugh before passing the blunt back to you, his eyes low and red. “hmmph, cho, you’re not tapping out yet?” you pout giving him a playful hit on his arm before taking the blunt from his slender fingers. “think you could out smoke me, baby?” his tone lowers, a grin plastered on his face, laying back in his seat he watches as you look surprised at the name he called you. 

“of course i can!” you reply quickly with a smile on your face. “what you suggestin’ , girl? we try?” he says, his words slow and slurred, looking up at you making eye contact with you. 

you tried to avoid his eyes as you took another hit from the blunt, you couldn’t help but think about how hot he looked when he was high, you thought maybe shit was just getting to your head. 

“why you keep lookin’ away from me, ma?” he couldn’t help but laugh a little, clearly intoxicated. he passes you another blunt again with his lighter, willing to give into your little game. you kill off the blunt before looking at him, taking the next blunt from him to light , he couldn't help but smile. you could tell choso was on a different planet at the moment but you both felt the tension. “ you're gonna regret this, baby. you can’t out-smoke me” his tone was lower than before. you laugh, exhaling before passing it back to him.” you said you were being generous tonight, right cho?” you tease him, thinking that he’ll tap out sooner or later. the rotation continued.

and somehow, you find yourself in the backseat of choso’s car, the two front seats pushed back, making enough space for you to be perfectly sat on top of him. one hand on your hips, gripping them firmly. His shirt and your clothes are discarded and thrown onto the dashboard of the car and on the car floor. your chest pressed against his as he has one hand harshly holding down your hips on top of him, and the other around your neck. smashing his lips onto yours as the hand on your neck slightly tightened as it guided you to keep up with how he was moving. 

his kisses become sloppier by the minute as you grant his tongue access to yours, before he pulls away, loosening the grip on your neck and allowing you to catch your breath. “this is what ya’ get, baby” he groans, his gaze focused on the way your body looked as you were on top of him, trying to catch your breath. you couldn’t help but take a minute to breathe, his hands traveling to your lower body. his two large hands on your hips, gripping them firmly, slightly pushing your clothed cunt against his tightening bulge, his jeans unbuckled & pushed down far enough to reveal the wet spot forming in his boxers..“cmonn, please help me, baby” choso whined, guiding your hips to grind against his bulge through your soaked panties. . “choso, you’re just really high right now, relax” you pat his head before looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders. 

he groans, throwing his head back before pulling you closer to his chest. “fuck, i’m so impatient, girl” he whines, burying his face into your neck. one of the hands-on your hips now placed on ur neck, you almost gasp at the feeling of the slightly tight grip on your neck “cho.. take it easy on me” you choke out trying to keep yourself composed as you could feel how hard the poor boy was under you. 

planting wet kisses and leaving deep shades of red and purple on your neck, you bite your tongue to hold back the small yelps that almost escape your lips each time you feel his teeth gently sink into the sensitive spots of your neck

poor thing, he couldn’t help but think about how badly he wanted to stuff your tight cunt. his head spinning and low eyes making it worse, he needed it. 

“please let me fuck you, baby” he whines into your neck, he couldn’t take it anymore. he barely waits for you to nod before choso let’s out a soft growl, growing needier by the moment, one of his hands moving away from your hips. slowly moving down to your panties.

he brushes his thumb over your clit, “just the tip baby, I promise” he whines, looking up at you with his low red eyes, moving your panties to the side , “promise??” you move one of your hands down to his erection, freeing them from his boxers. “promise, doll face” he says, lining himself up with you, his hands digging into your soft hips. 

you choke back a moan as the tip of his cock enters your soaking cunt. a loud whimper escapes his lips as he throws his head back. he couldn’t take it , your tight cunt was squeezing his leaking tip. he wanted to see how you’d take him sooo bad. 

 “fuck- i’m s-sorry ma but-“ he manages to say through his sped up breathing before roughly pushing your hips down, your cunt stretching around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. “chosoo, you p-promised” you moan loudly. “sorry baby, take it for me… please?” he almost finds himself begging. 

his rough hands hold your body up, rutting his hips into you at a slow but steady pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling, kissing your cervix each time he comes back down. bouncing yourself back on him, one of his hands cup your face forcing you to look at him with your teary eyes. 

he couldn’t help himself from taking in every part of you. he loved watching the way you tried to hide the way your facial expression changed each time his tip hit the right spot. admiring the pretty sounds you made for him and only him to hear. he loved knowing that he was the one relieving your stress. 

““fuckkk .. you move your hips so well. keep riding me s-so fucking good.” he moans loudly before pulling you closer to him. you could swear his voice was louder than yours but he just couldn’t help it. 

you feel the tears well up in your eyes as his pace begins to quicken, pounding into you, the vibrations riding along your sensitive clit making you moan louder with pleasure. “-- ngh! feels good .. s-so good,” you babble, your body getting tired, you lean on his chest for more support. 

your nails digging into his back, the pain almost giving him more energy, he pounds into you harder making the sounds you were making impossible to suppress. you feel the knots in your stomach tighten. 

“c-cumming—m’ gonna c-cum mmph!!” you whine, 

“ cmon baby,, cum on my dick m’ almost there” he groans in your ear as you grip his shoulders tighter. you feel a euphoric wave overtake your body as he continues to chase his high, fucking you through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking as he overstimulates your weak spot. 

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!--- p-please take it, princess. m’ right there” he’s at the point of tears. your vision is blurry as you watch as he desperately fucks into you. you weakly push yourself back against him, attempting to help him. 

“i’m cumming, p-please don’t stop” he whines loudly as he continued to fuck into you before feeling his dick twitch inside of you, his breathing became heavier. he buries his face into your neck, whimpering as he paints your tight gummy walls white, riding out his high.

he lifts his head, face stained with tears, he looks at you with low eyes, trying to catch his breath. 

“ think ya got one more fa’ me, princess?” 

[gavisfanta]

PARIS - PEDRI

summary: youre pedris gf and are traveling with him for the psg game

a/n: im sorry but these are so fun to make 😭

@yourinsta

i was reading on the plane, second pic is what I was reading, third pic is me sleeping (no clickbait)

liked by pedri, menshealth and 1,729,542 others.

pedri: ...

random: LMAOOOOO NOT PEDRI

menshealth: best book on the planet 💪💪💪

random: is she traveling with barca to paris?

random: ig so

random: this is so mean actually

random: cry about it

random: frrrr

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@yourinsta

@mikkykiemeney (my love) and me enjoying our love in the city of love, dont know who the third guy is, he randomly photo bombed us

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 2,668,018 others.

pedri: babe.... stop these photos.....

random: LMAOOOO

random: why are they in paris?

random: love the duoooo 🫶🏻🫶🏻

random: PUTA BARCA

mikkykiemeny: Mi amor ❤️❤️❤️❤️

pablogavi: that guy on the third pic be looking hot who is that

random: lets gooo we're gonna beat psg

random: PEDRI IS SO FINEEE

feeeeeeeerrrrrrr: you cut me out of the picture😞😞😞

random: LETS COOK DEMBELE

fcbarcelona: always with us 🫶🏻❤️

raphinha: i think the guy on the third picture is the pilot of the plane

random: why is she so mean

random: i love you for doing Pedri dirty

frenkiedejong: our women got stolen

pedri: justice for us

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@yourinsta

knew that paris copied us

liked by pedri, jkeey4 and 2,183,017 othes.

pedri: 😍😍😍

random: so prettyyyy

siramartinezc: welcome home 😁😁

random: LMAOOOOO WHAT

random: Why she so funny

@yourinsta

VAMOSSSS

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 1,991,772 others.

comments have been limited...

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@yourinsta

pov: you just gave the most jaw dropping assist but you gotta play it off cool

liked by pedri, fcbarcelona and 1,629,991 others.

random: Hala Madrid

pedri: ❤️❤️

frenkiedejong: hey thats me!!

fcbarcelona: Our magicians 🎩 🫶🏻

mikkykiemeney: our one night stands😝😝

yourinsta: frrrr

pedri: babe seriously.

frenkiedejong: hey....

random: the pic of pedri lmaoo

random: Psg easy winn barca no chance

random: we finally have them back

random: Pedri is so fineeeeee

pablogavi: When do i get my appreciation post????

yourinsta: as soon as you play, promise

pablogavi: easy game

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@yourinsta

and my man, thank you to my man 😘❤️

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 2,729,681 others.

pedri: de nada amor ❤️

random: AAAA

random: the flowers. im dying.

random: im actually so jealous.

pablogavi: fine i mean i can be your passanger princess too

random: actually that car is so cool

random: how to sign up to be pedris girlfriend

random: REALLL

random:

ferrantorres: and again i get no credit for heloing him with the flowers

pedri: cr to ferran

yourinsta: ferran you only think about yourself

pedri: yes ferran think about others too

ferrantorres: what....

pedri: you egoistic.

yourinsta: HAHAHAH

random: shes allowed to drive his car.... 😞

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@yourinsta

hot girls support red bull, anyways MAX FOR THE WIN. HE HAS DONE IT AGAIN.

liked by pedri, maxverstappen1 and 2,829,729 others.

random: why she just spawning everywhere

random: whats max doing here

random: YESSS MAX THE GOATT

pedri: hot guys get forced to support red bull because of their girlfriends

random: LOOOL WHAT

random: Shes so iconic

random: Ferrari deserved the podium

random: not our fault if they cant build cars

random: ateee

random: lewis for the win

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@yourinsta

car appreciation post (plus the man driving it)

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 982,829 others.

pedri: ❤️❤️

yourinsta: dry ass comment

pablogavi: damn

pedri: my bad, i love you my wonderful girlfriend the love of my life please marry me in that car

yourinsta: okay!! 😁😁🥰🥰❤️❤️

random: i want pedri as a boyfriend

random: awww the flowers

random: I would do anything to have a car like that

pablogavi: always flexing that damn car

yourinsta: gotta do what you gotta do 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

random: PEDRI IN A SUIT?

[memento-rory]

✭ 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃.

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and ted get a little too close for schlatt’s comfort at the club, and you finally tell someone what happened between you and schlatt all those months ago.

✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a little ted x reader and a steamy dance scene.

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~3k

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i realize that i’ve taken four chapters to get through one entire day, and i hope y’all are cool with that lmao. i’m sure it will keep happening again. a week was a little ambitious, but fiwb. no beta, we die like men here. (if you ever see a mistake, you are legally obligated to tell me.) enjoy! 🩵

Blue and purple lights illuminate a steady swirl of fog coming out of machines near the DJ’s stage, the bass of the loud music completely overtaking all of your senses. You can feel the reverb under your skin, and the hairs on your arm stand at attention. The dance floor toward the front of the building is full of bodies, so many people dancing all their cares away.

“I’m gonna get you beautiful ladies a round of shots!” James yells as he pokes his head in between you and Amelia. “You find us a place to chill!”

Amelia takes your hand and leads you through the crowds of people standing around and talking, weaving your way around the large space, before finally finding a table big enough to house your entire party. You scoot into the booth with Amelia close behind you, grinning over at her, already absolutely buzzing about the night you’re about to have.

James had been sure that Ted and Schlatt would have shown up by the time he got back to the table with shots, but he’s wrong, so he offers you and Amelia the two extra shots. You down them, grimacing as the shot burns all the way down. James has also gone ahead and ordered your favorite drink, which you sip on as you wait for Ted and Schlatt to arrive. Amelia and James take to the floor, dragging you along with them.

You sway along to the music, the alcohol already beginning to course through your veins. It’s been a while since you’ve drank, since you’ve really let loose. The last time was… well… you don’t want to dwell on it.

Ted stands in front of the mirror, running his hand through his hair once, twice, three times, trying to get it perfect. He adjusts the string of pearls around his neck, the rings on his fingers. He catches Schlatt’s eyes in the mirror, quirking an eyebrow at the scowl on his face.

“Dude, you look fine, can we fuckin’ go?” Schlatt says, half-laying on the bed, “You’re taking fuckin’ forever.”

“Fuckin’… sue me for wanting look nice,” Ted laughs at Schlatt’s impatience. “Did you see how good (Y/N) looks?”

Schlatt bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head, “Barely even looked at her, man.” The lie slips out of his mouth so easily, and he’s glad Ted is none the wiser.

“Well, I looked at her. Got a realll good look,” Ted shoots Schlatt a pointed look, before returning to his preening, “Can’t look like some kinda chump next to her.”

Schlatt rolls his eyes, his skin heating up at Ted’s words. He tries to ignore the feeling, but something comes over him.

“You’re not her type, man.” Schlatt says casually, before he can stop it. Ted thinks Schlatt’s just trying to get a rise out of him, so he only laughs, unbothered by Schlatt’s statement.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

It’s difficult, but for once, Schlatt keeps his thoughts to himself.

You’re two shots and one fruity little drink deep when Schlatt and Ted finally show up. Amelia and James are still out on the dance floor, but you’re at the bar ordering another round of drinks and shots for Ted and Schlatt after they’d texted they were on their way.

When you spot Ted and Schlatt looking for your group, you lift a hand up, waving them over. Ted beams as he catches your eye, sauntering over to the bar, with Schlatt close behind.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Ted sidles up to you at the bar, looming over you, punctuating his greeting with a cheeky wink. “Come here often?” He asks, intentionally deepening his voice to draw a laugh from you. It works, causing you to giggle at him. (Ted’s always been funny, but he’s even funnier now that you’re tipsy.)

“Shut up,” You laugh, rolling your eyes at him. You think you catch Schlatt doing the same out of the corner of your eye, but you can’t be sure. “I ordered your drinks. You’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Yeah?” Ted smiles mischievously down at you, “Are you feelin’ it?”

“I’m feelin’ it,” You confirm with a carefree laugh, nodding your head.

As if on cue, the bartender serves up your shots and Ted and Schlatt’s drinks. “Take my shot,” You tell Ted, handing the small glass over to him, “I’ve gotta pace myself or shit’s gonna go south real fast.” You giggle.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Ted grins, downing the two shots with ease, grimacing slightly. He turns to pass Schlatt a shot and his drink, but Schlatt’s already on the other side of the club, talking to Amelia and James.

Ted merely shrugs and so do you. How are you supposed to care when Ted is standing in front of you, playfully flirting with you while looking absolutely delicious?

“Are you having fun?” Ted asks you, watching you intently as you wrap your lips around the straw in your drink.

“Not yet,” You smirk at him, the alcohol in your system granting you a new kind of confidence, “I was waiting for you to get here.”

Ted’s eyes light up at your statement. “Yeah?” He asks, with a sly grin. He looks like he’s up to no good, and you’re eating it up. “Let me show you a good time.”

Ted downs his drink, before taking your hand in his, leading you out onto the dance floor. You abandon the rest of your drink at the bar, not particularly caring about it at the moment.

Once you hit the dance floor, Ted raises your hand in the air, gracefully spinning you. When you face him again, he drops your hand onto his shoulder, using his other hand to pull you closer to him by your waist. You’re nearly pressed against him, swaying along to the music, with Ted’s firm grip on your waist. The energy in the room is fucking electric, and it only makes you bolder. You turn around, your back up against Ted’s chest. One of your arms snakes up behind you to rest your hand at the back of his neck, and you slowly drag yourself down against him, swaying your hips. You can feel Ted’s breath on your neck as you come back up, and his hand slips underneath the hem of your shirt to rest on your bare skin.

You move your hand to rest on his cheek, holding him close to you. As you touch him, his grip on your skin grows even tighter, and you hear him sigh against your ear. The sound sends a shiver down your spine.

Ted lets you lead, his body moving in tandem with yours, matching all the cues you give him. You can feel yourself getting lost in the music, in him. He feels so good pressed up against you, and your mind wanders as he grinds up on you to the beat. Your eyes close as you let the music flow through you.

When you open your eyes, you notice Schlatt on the other side of the dance floor. He has his eyes fixed on you while some random girl practically feels him up, gyrating against him without shame. His hand lazily rests on the girl’s back, inching dangerously close to her barely-covered ass. His eyebrow quirks just slightly as he realizes you’re watching them.

You maintain eye contact as Ted’s face draws closer to your neck, his lips just barely grazing across your skin. You let your head drop a little lower to give Ted easier access to your neck, and his fingers squeeze at your hip.

Schlatt’s demeanor changes almost imperceptibly, his expression hardening and one of his fists clenching at his side.

His eyes never leave yours, even as the girl he’s dancing with leans up to practically shove her tongue in Schlatt’s mouth. You can almost feel your blood boiling beneath your skin, a scowl forming on your face before you can stop it.

Satisfied that he’s received a reaction from you, Schlatt’s eyes flutter closed as he threads a hand into the girl’s hair, pulling her closer and unabashedly making out with her in the middle of the dance floor.

Your stomach drops and you start to feel entirely too hot under all the lights, all of the heat coming from the bodies around you threatening to suffocate you. You think about stepping off the floor for a break, just to get your wits about you again, but you don’t want to give Schlatt the satisfaction. Instead, you turn back around to face Ted, deciding to turn up the heat yourself.

Ted’s face is unbelievably close to yours as the two of you hit every beat. He’s sporting a wolf-like grin, his eyes half-lidded and staring into your own. The way he’s eyeing you makes you think you’re not alone in having inappropriate thoughts about the two of you together.

Ted has always been handsome, there’s no doubting that, but this is uncharted territory. You’ve known Ted for a good chunk of your life, he’s been one of your closest friends for as long as you can remember. You have a feeling that if you were to do anything, the two of you could be normal about it afterward. What happens at weddings stays at weddings, or whatever.

Ted’s face dips lower, and his eyes dart to your lips, then back up. You move your hand back up to rest at the base of his neck, pulling him to you to close the gap. He tastes like the drinks he downed just a while ago, and almost equally intoxicating.

“Oh, my God!” You hear Amelia yelling beside you, and Ted pulls away from you, clearly amused. Amelia covers her mouth with her hand, looking apologetic for her drunken outburst.

“Sorry, sorry, oh my god.” Amelia shouts over the music, waving her hands, “You guys keep going. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“All good, Mel,” Ted shouts back, waving his own hand dismissively, “We’ve got plenty of time to do that later.” He adds, flirtatiously.

You feel a heat pool in your abdomen at his words. Amelia looks scandalized, but ecstatic nonetheless. James is shockingly quiet beside her, and you follow his gaze to the other side of the dance floor.

Schlatt is gone.

Hours go by before the rest of you are ready to head back to the hotel.

You’ve had many drinks, and your feet hurt like a bitch from all the dancing. Ted keeps you steady as you walk back to your room, his arm around your shoulder, but he’s also fairly drunk, so the two of you are just stumbling and giggling down the hallway.

“I didn’t know you were rooming next to Schlatt.” Ted remarks as you get to your room.

“Don’t remind me.” You let out a little laugh as you fish your key card out of your purse. Once you get the door open, you look over at Ted, who is just watching you with a hopeful look that he’s too drunk to hide on his face.

“Did you wanna come in?” You ask him, “Maybe have a glass of champagne on the balcony?”

Ted’s eyes light up. “Fuck yeah I do.”

You give him a smile and gesture for him to follow you inside, letting the door click shut behind you.

You plop down onto your bed, eager to get your heels off, but as you fiddle with the buckle, you realize you’re a little too drunk to get them off. You huff out a sigh, and Ted laughs, making his way over to you.

“C’mon,” Ted says as he stands in front of you, motioning for you to lift your leg up to him, “Lemme help.”

You raise your leg up, and Ted guides your foot to rest on his stomach so he has better access to the buckles of your heels. He unbuckles one slowly, moving his hand to your calf to let your leg drop gently, before doing the same with the other one. His touch lingers on your other leg, and he smiles down at you, like he’s just waiting for another chance to kiss you.

You find yourself thinking about Schlatt just next door. Part of you doesn’t give a shit, but another part of you wonders if it would be fucked up to fuck his friend where he could easily hear it.

Another part of you wishes it was him.

Clearing your throat to cut through the tension between you and Ted, you stand up from the bed, making your way to the minibar. “How about that drink?” You suggest, grabbing a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

The cool air coming off of the ocean hits your face as you step out onto the balcony, immediately putting you more at ease. As you sit down at the table, you notice that Schlatt’s lights are still on, spilling out between the curtains in his room. You can just barely see him through the gap, and a terrible thought hits you: Is he alone? Had he left with that girl from earlier?

“Oh, good, Schlatt’s still up,” Ted comments, grabbing his phone from his pocket, “I’d love to get into something more comfortable. I’m gonna ask him to toss me some clothes.”

Ted shoots off a text that you both see Schlatt read, and he looks up to see the two of you watching him from outside. He gets up, and you nearly gulp as you notice he’s only in his boxer briefs. He shows no intention of getting Ted’s things, and instead, closes the curtains with a look on his face that you can’t place. You both watch as his lights go out. Well, you think bitterly, at least he’s alone.

“What the fuck?” Ted scoffs, looking over at you.

You release a heavy sigh. “That’s probably my fault.”

“In what world would that be your fault?” Ted kind of laughs, but he stops as you lean back in your chair, looking a little dejected. It’s not fair for Schlatt to be mad at Ted, to treat him this way just because of you.

You wonder how to even begin to explain the situation to Ted. He notices how you struggle, and immediately starts to pour you a glass of champagne.

You give him a soft smile as he hands you the glass.

“What happened?” Ted asks softly, leaning back in his own chair, giving you the floor.

You sigh again before diving into the story. “Schlatt and I were together… for a while.”

“What?” Ted exclaims, obviously shocked. “When?”

“It was, like, a year ago,” You answer, taking a sip of the champagne. “We hooked up after Jasper’s birthday party. When the party started to wind down, we got to talking and, well, one thing led to another… It was good for, like, a month, and then all of a sudden he just… ghosted, so I don’t know why he’s so pressed now, but he is.”

“Fuuuck,” Ted commiserates with you, shaking his head. “Are you still into him?” He asks, this time as your friend, not as someone who was just about to get to hook up with you.

Had you not been drinking, you might answer differently, but with your inhibitions out the window and a kind ear being lent to you, you decide to be honest.

“Yeah, kinda.” You tell Ted, “I thought I was over it but being here with him, being in his presence at all hours of the day… it all just came back, I think.”

“So why don’t you do something about it?”

“He ghosted me. I’m not about to go back to him with my tail between my legs, hoping he’ll change his mind.”

“(Y/N), he just locked me out of my room for the night because he saw us kiss earlier.” Ted says, “Clearly he’s still feeling something for you.”

You shake your head. Ted doesn’t get it. He doesn’t know how many texts you sent, how much you cried, how hard it was to watch Schlatt act like nothing ever happened between the two of you. You’d opened yourself up to him, just for him to disappear.

“I can’t, Ted.” You finally say, taking another drink. “You can stay with me tonight, if you want. It’s my fault you’re wrapped up in this now, too.”

“Hey, I kissed you, so I’m complicit too.” Ted smiles warmly over at you, “He’ll get over it. Don’t let him bother you.”

“I’m really sorry the night turned out like this,” You can’t help the apology that spills from you, “I know you were hoping for… something else.”

“Don’t sweat it.” Ted waves a hand dismissively, fully unbothered that you’ve changed your mind about hooking up with him, “I wasn’t expecting anything. I’m having a good time either way, I promise.”

A comfortable silence settles over the two of you as you finish your drinks, just marinating in the milky glow of the moon over the ocean, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

“You got anything I can sleep in?” Ted finally asks, and you grin over at him.

“I have a cute little pink PJ set that you’d look real cute in.” You tease, and Ted rolls his eyes, laughing.

“God, nevermind.”

You let out a cackle at his response, feeling much better than you had just moments ago. It feels good to finally tell someone what happened with Schlatt. You let yourself bask in the comfort of it all, because you know that once tomorrow comes, you’re in for some more torture when Schlatt finds out Ted stayed with you for the night.

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[tragicvampireromanceisland]

some real quick, realll loose sketches because i've been thinking about how the powers of the heroes and villains (the ones engaging in direct combat, at least) would stack up against one another....pluuus what's the point of a superhero au if you don't draw everyone fightinggg smh....!! my final consensus is that these three pairs would be the most evenly matched in battle! explanations under the cut.

PLUS some silly aftermath doodles of our heroes as well :) (morph isn't ACTUALLY stuck, she's just being dramatic....)

solarflare vs. deadheat:

basically brute strength against brute strength! these two always give each other the NASTIEST bruises when they fight. while flight and super strength is usually an advantage for sol in dodging and countering attacks, you can't exactly push flames out of your way. however, flight does give her the advantage of forcing deadheat to resort to more long-ranged attacks, which are less powerful. deadheat's immunity to fire also extends to sol's laser vision—in fact, he can even absorb and redirect it with the use of his staff! and while it's difficult to maintain, deadheat can use his flames to propel himself upwards for short bursts of time, so he can sort of fly as well! any stone barricades or projectiles he creates are no match for sol's punches though. good thing he doesn't pull any punches, either!

miss morph vs. blindside:

a far more tactical matchup. while sol's heat vision can sense blindside's immediate presence, this is only when he is right in front of her. important to note: blindside's also got several other obstruction techniques, like his smoke bombs and his general stealth prowess! so enter miss morph, who has the advantage of ALL sorts of heightened senses, depending on what she shifts into. infrared vision, echolocation, electroreception, vibration detection, enhanced hearing...she can even camouflage herself if needed, to further confuse her opponent. though, be warned! blindside is a master of surprise ambush regardless. he's great at immobilizing opponents by swiftly targeting their pressure points. miss morph has to constantly stay on her feet and keep shifting her form to avoid getting hit!

that being said, morph kind of hates whenever she has to fight blindside, simply because she has to utilize so many animal forms at the same time. it feels very gross and frankenstein-y to her, and the added discomfort is definitely a disadvantage with the possibility of throwing her off her game.

kuiper vs. espritvoyant

while the most glaring advantage kuiper has is that she's immune to esprit's mind reading abilities, they're also evenly matched in a lot of other ways (well, whenever kuiper isn't stumbling over the giant, obvious crush she has on her enemy HUH who said that). while teleportation is usually esprit's easy out whenever an attack is hurled at her, it's a hell of a lot more difficult to achieve that when you're fighting someone with super speed. it's a neck and neck battle when it comes to these abilities: kuiper has to be constantly aware of her surroundings in order to predict where esprit may teleport and close the gaps, which also puts a strain on esprit's teleportation abilities, which have a pretty small radius limit when used in such rapid succession.

esprit's telekinesis offers a huge advantage when paired with a power that can easily spiral out of control like kuiper's, though. it's fairly easy for esprit to turn their battles into hellish obstacle courses for kuiper, burdening her with both dodging all of esprit's attacks as well as trying to attack on her own. kuiper's ability to leave afterimages if she runs fast enough is normally a decent confusion tactic, but something easily detected by esprit. her telekinesis can send out a pulse through the air to disrupt surrounding molecules and distort the afterimages.

while every hero has fought every one of the villains at least a few times, these matchups tend to be the most common. it's best to play to your strengths, after all! have they perhaps also learned a few things about their enemies along the way...? only time can tell...🤭

[xoxocher]

Wondering if you write for Chris Hartley? If so maybe readers first time sleeping with him?maybe bsf!Chris? He’s inexperienced but enthusiastic 🤩 (he’s a dork)

Love your writing!!

𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

SUMMARY - when you and chris agree to just get it out of the way, you figure it’ll be a simple, no-strings-attached solution to your shared problem. but as the night unfolds, what begins as an awkward arrangement quickly turns into something far more intimate than either of you anticipated. it’s messy, it’s sweet, and it’s certainly more than just a one-time thing.

PAIRING/SETTING - virgin fem!reader x virgin bsf!chris hartley. no prank au. no use of y/n. 

WARNINGS - graphic sexual material, strong language, & tons of second-hand embarrassment inducing dialogue (stay strong soldiers).

W/C - 2,340

A/N - oh absolutely i will. i can't be normal about anything, so i turned this request into a fully fleshed out oneshot. whoops. anyhoo, thank you so much for the support love! hope this is to your liking ♥︎ (p.s. be on the lookout for another chris fic realll soon ;))

you and chris have been nearly inseparable for as long as you can remember. he’s your default ride home, your emergency contact, your plus-one to every awkward family function. no one ever questioned it—you and chris just were, since 2009. 

now it’s the summer before college, and everything feels a little like the end of something.

tonight is like a hundred others you’ve spent together: hunkered down in your bedroom, window cracked open to let the warm air in, the hum of cicadas swirling with the sweet sounds of impending victory as you weasel your way into first place. 

“how the hell are you beating me?!”

“you always pick toad,” you mutter, tongue caught between your teeth as you narrowly avoid a shell.

“and you always cheat,” he fires back, eyes locked onto the screen. 

you snicker, tossing a handful of popcorn at him. he gasps like you’ve mortally wounded him, which, given his usual dramatics, isn’t far off. 

chris finally throws his controller down with a groan, flopping back against the pillows behind him. 

“fucking stick drift,” he seethes.

you can’t help but giggle under your breath as you walk over to the console—clicking it off just as the menu begins to loop. 

you ease your way back into bed, shooting an unconvinced look his way as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “you’ve been using that bullshit excuse for a year now. i’m just better than you. accept it, hartley.” 

he scoffs at your assertion. “you’re lucky i’m too emotionally fragile to storm out right now.” 

there’s a lull—just for a second. outside, the soft rustle of palm leaves stirs in the breeze, and inside, the glow of your bedside lamp casts everything in gold. 

chris shifts beside you, a thoughtful expression now drawn on his face. you settle down next to him, resting your head against his shoulder. for a moment, neither of you speak, lost in the quiet comfort of each other's presence. 

he eventually breaks the silence. “you ever think about how weird it’s gonna be?” he asks, uncertainty threading through his tongue. “y’know, leaving home and all?” 

“constantly,” you admit, staring blankly at the ceiling. “it’s…scary. letting go of the familiar. of this.”

he pauses for a moment, the weight of your words hanging between you.

“and you know what’s even worse?”

“hm?” you glance over, curiosity piqued.

“i’m still a virgin.” 

a breathy laugh escapes you.

“well that makes two of us.”

“seriously?”

“mmhm.”

your hands meet midair in a lazy smack of solidarity. 

“maybe we should just get it over with.” chris blurts, eyes going wide the second the words leave his mouth. 

you gasp, clutching your pearls at his salacious suggestion. “christopher hartley, are you seriously trying to get into my pants right now?” 

his cheeks glow pink with embarrassment, forcing his head into his hands. “shit. i didn’t–i wasn’t—not like that. well, yes like that, but not in a pervy way,” he stammers, words tumbling out in a panic as he groans into his palms. “fuck–j-just forget i said anything.” 

you struggle to bite back a smile, “chris.”

he doesn’t hear you, too far gone in his shame spiral. “...way to sound like a total freaking douche, dude.” 

you reach out, gently placing a hand on his, prying it away from his face. “chris.” 

that shuts him up realll quick. 

“wh-huh?”

“i was totally fucking with you,” you tease, lightly nudging his shoulder. “relax.”

he blinks, still stunned. 

“it’s okay,” you reassure him,“really.” 

he exhales sharply, shaking his head. “no, it was a stupid idea.” 

“not necessarily,” you counter, tone even. “just…unexpected.” 

a hush falls over the room, heavy but not entirely unpleasant.  

“and i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about it before.” 

his eyes snap to yours, dazed and confused. 

“joke’s over now,” he jests, carefully reading your expression. 

you roll your eyes, playfully punching him in the shoulder. “i’m serious!”

his eyebrows lift as he rubs out the sore spot, “are you sure? because my ideas have a poor track record.”

“i trust you chris. more than anyone.”

he swallows thickly, giving you a tight nod as the gravity of your words settles in his chest. 

“cool,” he manages to choke out. “cool-cool-cool-cool, no doubt, no doubt.” 

“god, you are such a dweeb.” 

without a second thought, you’re climbing into his lap–straddling his hips as you lean forward to plant a kiss on his chapped lips. his breath catches, hands hovering at your waist like he’s afraid to touch you wrong. “this okay?” you whisper against his pulse. “fuck, uh–yeah. yeah! totally.” he sputters, at a complete loss for words. 

cute.

you’re on him again, mouths crashing together in a greedy, uncoordinated mess. you knock teeth a few times as his hands fumble for somewhere to rest–it’s not perfect, but it’s real. 

“you’re allowed to touch me, y’know.” you whisper against his mouth, a coy smile playing at your lips as your nose nuzzles against his. 

chris huffs out a shaky laugh, one hand finally settling at the small of your back, the other tentatively curling around your thigh. “i just–don’t wanna mess this up.” 

you trail your fingers up the back of his neck, combing gently through his hair–soft and a tad bit damp with sweat. “we’re figuring this out together, m’kay?” 

“uh huh,” he exhales, giving you a sweet little nod that sends a searing ache to your center. 

his lips move hungrily against yours, tilting your head back as he deepens the kiss–entangling his tongue with yours. your fingers twist into his hair, tugging just enough to draw a needy, guttural sound from his throat. he starts to lose himself in it–hands gradually growing bolder as he sneaks beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers ghosting along your bare skin. he hesitates only a moment, his thumbs tracing circles against your ribs before locking eyes with yours. 

“can i?” 

you nod eagerly, raising your arms to help him pull your shirt over your head. it momentarily snags at your elbow, drawing a burst of shared laughter as the fabric resists, then gives, slipping free and landing in a careless heap behind you. 

clothes fall away slowly after that–kisses stolen between layers, giggles muffled into each other’s skin, and hands always searching, learning, yearning. your hands splay over the warm planes of his chest, thumbs brushing over the faint scatter of freckles across his collarbones. you’re left only in your underwear, perched in his lap, where his sweats still cling low to his hips. 

“so…” his eyes rake over your body as his hands drift along the curves of your waist. he reaches up to cup your tits, giving them a careful squeeze as he brushes a thumb over your nipple. “so pretty.”

a soft mewl slips past your lips, your back arching instinctively into his touch as heat blooms just beneath your skin.  

“chris–i want you–need you–touch me, please.” you’re begging for something, anything to relieve the tension coiling from within.  

“o-okay, yeah–god, anything for you. anything.” 

he moves quickly, effortlessly flipping you onto your back. 

you’ll have to let him manhandle you more often. 

a hand dips into your underwear, guided by your own until his fingers find you just right. you let out a broken gasp as he circles your clit, experimenting with pressure and rhythm.

“like this?” he looks to you through his lashes–an angel settled between your thighs.  

“mhm–fuck–just like that,” you pant, hips canting up into his touch. 

he continues to work you open–testing the waters as he slowly sinks a finger inside your soaked cunt, followed by another. he moves carefully, feeling his way, but it doesn’t take long for his rhythm to grow more assured. each curl of his knuckles leaves you breathless, arching up into him as he finger-fucks you stupid.

chris has grown painfully hard now, rutting weakly against the mattress in a pathetic attempt to satisfy his search for friction. he’s far too captivated watching you come undone around his fingers to stop now. but you catch the movement and reach for his wrist, pulling his hand from you. 

panic flickers in his eyes. “wh-did i do something? do you wanna stop?” 

poor, sweet boy. 

you shake your head, smiling softly, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand to settle his nerves.“mm-mm,” you murmur, your voice like velvet. “doing so good–want you inside me.”

his brain all but short-circuits. and for a second, you could’ve sworn he forgot how to breathe–until he begins to palm himself through his fabric constraints. 

“jesus christ, somebody pinch me.” 

you lean over, rummaging through your nightstand as your breath hitches with anticipation.“i swear i have one in hereee–aha!” you hold up a small foil packet triumphantly, internally thanking emily for the bawdy birthday gift. 

chris begins to peel off his sweatpants and boxers, fumbling slightly in his rush. he almost stumbles, a sock still clinging to one foot, but recovers with a sheepish laugh. you don’t mind the awkwardness, in fact, you find his enthusiasm oddly arousing. 

you toss your panties aside, drinking in the sight before you—broad shoulders, thick, veined arms bathed in the soft amber glow of your room. you’re practically drooling. 

he tears the wrapper open with trembling fingers, rolling the condom on as you stare in awe. he lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock brushing against you, teasing. you whimper at the contact–a proud expression falls over his face as he lets out a low chuckle. 

you’re a pathetic, weepy mess all because of him.

“i-i’ll try to go slow.” he says, a slight quiver in his voice, as though he’ll have to physically restrain himself. “just tell me to stop if it’s too much, ‘kay? don’t wanna hurt my pretty girl.”

he begins to push in, slow and cautious. you inhale sharply as your body stretches to accommodate him–the fullness making your head spin. 

“shit–‘m sorry.” he groans, unable to keep still. his dick shamelessly twitches inside of you as bottoms out, overwhelmed by the sensation of your walls constricting around him. “just feels s’good.”

he takes a pause–stroking your cheek gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, peppering kisses along your jaw and throat. you moan softly, melting under the tenderness of it all.

“y-you can move.” 

he obeys, slowly rolling his hips into you. the first few thrusts uneven and unsure, as though he's giving you the space to lead, to show him what you need. he’s studying you, memorizing every little sound you make, every shift in your expression. 

what a nerd. 

his pace grows steadier, deepening in time with your sighs as he slips a hand between your legs to toy with your clit.  

you dig your fingers into the flesh of his biceps, trying to ground yourself, to keep from completely unraveling as you bite down on your bottom lip. the pleasure is dizzying—thick and consuming—but you’re still trying to keep quiet, to hold yourself together. but chris–god, chris is loud. 

not just the occasional grunt or groan. no, he talks. a lot. rambling between each thrust, with breathless praise and desperate need, filling the space between your bodies with a kind of reverent worship that leaves you trembling.

“fuck–‘m so lucky,” he babbles, head dropping to your shoulder. “gonna make you mine–pussy s’all mine.”

your restraint crumbles, every broken sound tumbling out of you as his name spills from your lips in breathy, desperate bursts. the world narrows to the feeling of him inside you, a delicious pull that makes your body betray you, leaving you no room to pretend you're not entirely his.

then—he angles his hips just right, finding that sweet spot that scatters stars across your vision.

“right there chris–ah-fuck–just like that,” you cry out, clawing at his shoulders, dragging red crescents into his skin. he doesn’t flinch–looking down at you, pupils blown wide with lust. 

“y-yeah? shit–keep saying my name, please.” he pleads, voice cracking with desperation, his hips never slowing, each thrust matching the frantic need in his words.

he look so beautiful above you–his face flushed a deep red, skin glistening with sweat, glasses askew and hopelessly fogged over. his mouth hangs open, chest heaving, eyes screwed shut in concentration. the sight of him—so undone, so lost in the moment—it’s too much. 

“mmph~’m coming-” you chant his name like a prayer as your climax rips through you. you continue pulsing around his length, pulling him deeper, urging him to follow as you coat him with cum. 

he falters for a split-second before finding a relentless rhythm, wild with the need to chase his own release. you wrap around him like you were made for it—tight, warm, overwhelming—and chris swears, in that breathless, reeling moment, that if this is how he goes, buried inside you, he’d die the happiest man alive.

“ohh f-fuck,” he whines, hips stuttering as he fills the condom. 

your bodies remain tangled, breath mingling in the stillness as the last tremors of pleasure fade into the quiet. chris rests his forehead against yours, your chests rising and falling in sync, grounding you both in the moment. 

he slips out of bed, disappearing for a moment, returning with a damp washcloth. “just–hold still,” he murmurs, cheeks tinged a rosy pink as he kneels between your legs and gently wipes you clean. you squirm a little, hands flying to your face as a wave of shyness settles over you in the aftermath. he chuckles under his breath, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. 

you lie shoulder to shoulder, a thin sheet draped over the both of you, your fingers idly tracing the shape of his hand. 

“complicated things didn’t we?” he says with a nervous laugh, turning his head to look at you.

“maybe a little,” you giggle.

“worth it?”

“absolutely.”

 he exhales, relief softening his features, and intertwines his hand with yours—because for all the uncertainty ahead, this feels right.

© 2025 xoxocher | don’t copy, repost, or translate my work

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[newtkive]

Carm would be so so clueless when you’re flirting with him and would take stuff so literally and you’re just head in hands shaking coz even with your terrible and obvious flirting he isn’t picking up a hint and that means you need to verbalise it even more explicitly and that’s just so embarrassingggggg

this is so cute but sooo REALLL. he has next to no experience w people romantically so he more than likely either doesn't detect it, or can't believe someone like you would even flirt with him.

like after awhile of yall knowing each other and you coming to terms w your feelings for him you finally decide to just be playful and go for it. maybe you start w thoughtful things like you knew he'd been staying up all night at the restaurant so you bring him a yummy coffee homemade in a to-go cup in the morning. you'd set it on his desk in cute, loopy cursive letters and a heart facing him, so the first thing he sees is '𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓶𝔂 ♥'. he literally would get so confused but once he looks up from his pile of paperwork that comes with opening a new place he'd get butterflies at the sight of you standing there, your cheeks cute, red, and round from your big smile, too stunned to say smth.

"for you! i made it." you'd motion to the cup once you realize he isn't going to speak and he almost jumps a bit in surprise. the look on his face unbelieving like, 'for me?? thats for me??'

he would thank you softly, cheeks even redder than yours. but not because he thinks you're flirting with him, no-- it's because he's giddy at the thought that you brought him a coffee and he shouldn't be because you don't mean it as anything more than a friendly offering.

after a little moment of awkward silence, carmy taking the cup and thumb rubbing over his name, you'd clear your throat a bit. "you're welcome.. you know, the barista thought you were pretty cute." the words just tumbled out a bit ungracefully, a little stutter cutting in along the way.

at that carmy looks up at you, brows knitted in total, earnest confusion. "i thought you said you made it yourself?" he'd say and your jaw would literally fall open, because how daft could he be? that was the point of the joke?

a chorus of 'uuhhh's and 'nevermind just enjoy' would come stringing along from your mouth and you turn to exit the office. behind you watching the whole thing is sydney with her jaw on the floor and richie with a smirk, taking a bite of a muffin. you approach them, head shaking and palm hitting your forehead, asking if they saw that.

richie would give it a few minutes to gossip with you two, laugh about how stupid carmy was, before sauntering into the little office. "you, cousin, are a fuckin' idiot. you know that?" richie would say, towering over the man, earning a confused look from carmy just like he gave you before. ignoring carmy (because he definitely isn't gonna tell him since that was much too fun to watch) richie grabs the cup and takes a swig, an appreciative frown growing on his lips as he nodded in appreciation. "good."

"that's mine, freak, give it back." and carmy snatches it because you made it for him and now he cherishes it and yeah it's good as fuck.

[egg-emperor]

NEW EGGMAN SONIC CHANNEL ART AT LONG LAST!!!

HE'S SO HANDSOME 🥰💜

And the blog post is so realll he's so gorgeous, charming, evil, mischievous, and determined you gotta love him 💘

HELL YEAH we all need to join the empire and help spread his glory finally someone really gets me ahjgbskfndkgsjg