#THANK U SM AGAIN. HAD A BLAST !!!

[macolegacy]

GORGEOUS commission i had the honor to paint for @khaligula of their characters 🥺❤❗

[alonetogether]

christian cage x noel (oc) for @cheapheat / comm info

[love-belle]

i'm glad whenever i can share her laughter !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they finally get their picture perfect ending that everyone was hoping for.

or

for when you have everything you ever wished for. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - this series is now officially done!!!! im soooo happy about how this turned out and i hope u enjoyed it as much as i did <33 thank u sm for reading, i love you <33

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[theapangea]

Hi!

Can you do a lip gallagher x reader smut?

She and lip had something going on but the karen thing happend, so a few years later she comes back and they sleep together, but this time she doesnt really wants something serious.

The One That Got Away

Pairing/Characters: Lip Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Mention of parent being sick, being heartbroken, unprotected p in v, bathroom sex

A/N: This is definitely a long one but a super good one! thank u sm to anon for the request. I hope you enjoy !!!! if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. kisses for you for supporting my work!

*Also posted on AO3: Theapangea*

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You almost forgot.

You almost forgot that the subway stop on 5th street smells predominantly of hotdogs even though there is no hotdog stand around. The way the subway putters with music from the guy asking for spare change. That the hot, stale air of the subway carts coat your whole body even though it is cold and wet just beyond the steel frame.

You almost forgot how the L’s seats are the most uncomfortable seats in the entire world as you wiggle your butt into the uncushioned plastic. That your phone starts to lose wifi signal around the bridge, music stuttering along into your ears, skipping every other word. That the train becomes less crowded when it’s raining. Your favorite time to be here.

You almost forgot how beautiful the city looks as you pass by it so quickly that all the colors begin to blend together. That so many memories dance across the windows, the faint sound of laughter mixing with the music blasting through your ear drums. That your heart is somewhere scattered into pieces at one of these stops. Thankfully not remembering which one it was as it happened too long ago. 

You damn near almost forgot everything about this city. But it keeps drawing you back in. You’ve never really been able to leave Chicago, huh?

You pull your purse strap up onto your shoulder as the train aggressively comes to a stop. The loud intercom muffling something inaudible as you step out of the train, underneath the covering of the overhead platform. The smell of day-old garbage and wet leaves fill your nostrils as your body begins to move you in the direction of The Alibi.

It’s been a long couple of days with your dad in the hospital. He’s finally home but you can’t convince yourself that it’s a good idea to stay for a couple of days. You know that your mom needs the help but having to stay any longer in Chicago will make you go crazy.

Is making you go crazy.

You just want a quick drink before, hopefully, taking the train back to your hotel and then away from Chicago tomorrow morning. 

The rain has faded into a drizzle, your hood still pulled over your wet hair. Hands tucked neatly into your jacket pockets. You push open the heavy red door. The stench of cigarettes and beer wrapping around you in a warm hug. It’s weird to be back in a place that holds so many memories. This was the place you and Lip…Lip?

And there he is in all his glory. 

The boy who shattered your fragile teenage heart so many years ago taking a quick sip of the beer in his hands. Across the bar, sitting at the counter, laughing with Kevin. 

Your head rushes as the memories start to flood in so rapidly. The bar becomes hazy, people blurring as they pass by, the music growing louder in your ears. Pulling your hood down with your right hand while the left works to fix the fly aways.

Your eyes are attempting to focus but all you can see is Lip. His hair is a little shorter now, his body more built as his biceps are barely contained beneath the material of his shirt. The way his mouth forms in a smile when Kevin says something funny. 

A buzz trickles up your body, the giddy feeling you get when you’ve had a couple drinks in you. But you haven’t had anything to drink…not yet, at least. This was the feeling you got when you and Lip were together. It was this sort of radiating energy. 

You never thought you’d feel this way again. You’re unsure if you want to feel this way now. You’ve suppressed every memory of Lip, each too painful to relive again.

But seeing him after all of these years feels hopeful. You like the buzz that you get when you’re around him. 

God he looks so good.

You feel almost stupid thinking these thoughts.

You tried so damn hard to forget about Lip. But no man ever came anywhere close. Ever made you feel so good. You couldn’t stop yourself from comparing any future boyfriend to him. Knowing Lip was always enough for you and no other man can measure up.

The sound of your name across the bar pulls you from your inner thoughts. Two pairs of eyes now on you, Kevin waving for you to come over. But your feet were bricks. You are tempted to abandon all hope and get the hell out of here.

Your gaze passes from Kevin to Lip. The instant spark. The instant attractive. The instant pain. It is everything to you. The way your body leaks in the presence of him. You’d do anything to feel the weight of him on top of you again. 

Dragging your feet along the wooden floor, wrapping your hands over your purse strap and phone to attempt to stop them from shaking as you get closer…and closer…and closer to Lip. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigarettes engulf you. His present is greater than himself. 

Kevin’s voice breaks through the tension that surrounds you and Lip, “Beer?” He sets the bottle on the counter, the popping sound of the cap ripples through your body.

Your eyes jump to Kevin quickly until they settle on the glass bottle pushed in front of you. But you can still feel the way Lip’s eyes are digging into your skin, like glass shards. 

“So what brings you back to town? I thought you moved off to New York or somewhere grand like that.” Kevin begins, he leans on the counter with his elbows.

It is nice that he’s talking. It’d be super weird to run into Lip and not have some sort of barrier to stop the awkwardness.

Wrapping your fingers around the cold bottle, picking it up to take a sip of beer, letting the first sip of alcohol encourage you to speak. “Yeah, New York. Just some family stuff that I needed to come back for.”

“Oh, is everything okay with your mom and dad?” Kevin’s eyebrows furrowed, the tone of worry laces his words. Your dad has been coming to The Alibi long before Kevin became owner so Kevin knows your dad really well.

“Everything’s fine now. Nothing to worry about. I’ll actually be heading home tomorrow.” You state and force a smile towards him. Reassuring him that everything is alright.

A customer to your right pulls Kevin’s attention away from your conversation before he can say anything else. He hints a smile towards you before speaking some nonsense to the guy. 

Then it’s just you and Lip. Bothing babying your beers and sneaking looks from one another. The air between you both is thick. You hate how awkward it is between you and Lip now. 

Yes, he broke your heart. Yes, many hurtful words were said between the both of you. But he was your Lip. He knew everything about you. You feel stupid that you let all of it go over some other girl. 

You close your eyes, focus on your breathing and try to work up the courage to speak to him. If it wasn’t for Kevin, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You would have definitely turned on your heels and run out of this bar faster than any human can possibly run. 

Letting the liquid courage take full effect, you finally speak,  “How are you?” Your mouth suddenly dries from the simple question. Washing it quickly with another sip of beer. The cool liquid coating its way down your throat. 

You peer over to Lip. His eyes are already on you. The faint freckles that scatter across his noses are even more beautiful than remembered.

His eyes are soft as they scan your face. His demeanor is calm, his hands still wrapped delicately around the glass bottle. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. You don’t even know if there’ll be any conversation. Maybe he’s been mad at you all this time, just like you’ve been mad at him. 

But the train of thought escapes your mind as Lip’s hand swiftly wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you into him. Crashing violently against his lips. The aggressive need of the taste of you. Attempting to match his rough nature. His lips move fast as he breathes you in. Needing every single ounce of you, making up for all the lost time. 

Lip draws back slightly, his mouth only centimeters away from yours. Your heavy breathes mix together as he places his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve missed you,” his whisper is so soft, so innocent. Your heart swells at the vulnerability. 

Your hands make fist in the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer to you, catching his mouth in yours again. Your body’s moving closer to one another. You need him right now. You can’t wait a minute longer. Pulling away from him again, locking his eyes with yours and quickly gesturing that you take this elsewhere. 

He smirks, eyes darkening as you realize you both have the same idea. He immediately wraps your hand in his as he leads you towards the bathroom. 

Pushing the door open with his back. His hands on your waist as he pulls you with him. Forcefully shutting and locking the door before his attention is all on you. His attention is only for you.

Lip is the lion and you are the deer. Knees shaking as he stalks closer to you. Feeling so small compared to him as he lips are on you again. Sucking, biting, licking, desperately needing the taste of you over and over again. 

Grinding your hips against him, his hard cock pressed firmly behind his jeans. Both of your hands make quick work to tear each other’s clothes off. Unbuckling pants, removing shirts, the skin to skin contact is electrifying. 

Lip flips you around, your chest placed firmly against the wall. His hands slowly move along your sides, thumbs looping on the hem of your pants and underwear, pulling them violently down your legs. Sticking your bare ass against Lip’s growing member as he places wet kisses along your shoulder. 

Lip shoves one hand down his jeans to release his penis from their prison. Holding up your cheeks with his other hands, stroking his cock as he aligns it with your entrance. The clear liquid leaking between your legs as he runs his tip around your sensitive nub. Your whiny moans signaling that you can’t take being without him for much longer. You are going to burst even if he isn’t inside of you. 

Lip pushes deeply into you, roughly sinking his pulsing cock between your slick folds. Both of his hands wrap you closely like a hug as your walls expand to accommodate him. The waves of pleasure run across your skin as he pounds into your sweet bliss. 

Moans and whines filling the small bathroom. His thrust is hard and wild. Sinking your wet core deeper and deeper onto his shaft. The eagerness of having you is overwhelming for Lip. He’s so close and wants nothing more than to take you with him.

“Come for me, baby.” He groans against your ear, nibbling your earlobe. 

And it is everything you need to release yourself onto his cock. Standing on your tiptoes as your body violently shakes in his arms. His thrust becomes messier as you release yourself on to him, the act sending him over the edge after you, filling your little pussy with his warm liquid. 

The air is hot as he pulls out of you. Grabbing a couple of paper towels from the dispenser to clean himself and you up. Your core is sensitive as the rough material glides against it. Your ass is still in full display for Lip before reaching down to pick your undies and pants off the floor. 

Lip leans against the bathroom wall mirroring your movements of getting his pants back on as you make your way over to the sink. Splashing some water on your face before looking at yourself in the mirror. You can barely recognize the girl in front of you. The overwhelming feeling of want for Lip pushed away the feelings of pain. But only briefly as they finally start to settle in again. 

Lip scratches the back of his neck, his eyes dropping onto the ground. Your name hanging gently on the tip of his tongue, “God, I didn’t realize things were so bad with your parents. I would’ve helped out if I’d known.”

Lip was really close to your dad when you were both younger. Your dad acting like more of a father to him than Frank ever did. You know it’s true, if Lip knew your dad was sick. He’d drop everything to help out.

And you loved Lip for that.

But it isn’t his problem. Especially now, especially after what happened between the two of you.

“It’s not your problem, Lip.” You say, looking down into the sink in front of you. You didn’t really feel like talking about it, especially to him.

You wipe your hands and face with a paper towel. Tossing the paper into the trash before reaching for the door handle, “I should go.”

“You’re leaving?” Lip reaches out to grab your wrist. His fingers wrapping tightly around you.

Your eyes shift downwards as you don't know exactly what to say. Maybe saying nothing will hurt less. But are you trying to convince him or you?

Pulling away from his grip, exiting the bathroom. Saying a quick goodbye to Kevin as you walk out the main entrance. It is all behind you now. You got the sex out of the way so there’s nothing more to be said or done.

But just like before, you could never shake Lip as a shadow. You feel his presence walking quickly behind you. He follows you around like some puppy who needs a home. You chose to try to ignore him and make your way back to the train station. Maybe he will get tired of following you and just leave you alone once and for all.

“Do you wanna grab a bite to eat?” Lip asks, his voice lower as he is behind you.

You stop immediately once you get to the top of the train platform. Taking a deep breath as you turn around on your heels. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Lip.”

“Why?” 

God, as smart as Lip is. He can be so stupid sometimes.

“Because we aren’t friends anymore. I didn’t come back here for you. And if it wasn’t for my parents then I wouldn’t even be here. I hate Chicago. I hate it because of you. So just act like I wasn’t here, please.” Your voice was so harsh at first, finishing your monologue with barely a whisper. Pleading for him to let you go. 

But Lip is so quick with a response, “But why do you hate me? What the fuck did I do to you that we just stopped being friends.”

“You’re really going to act dumb?” You scoff. “Fucking Karen, dude. Once you started fucking her, you just left me. I was nothing to you. And you were everything to me. And I thought I got over you, this hatred, this pain. But fuck, Lip. You just can’t talk to me like that never happened.”

“I was a kid. I was fucking stupid.”

“And Karen?”

“Something happened to her.” His eyes shift down. The sharp pain in your heart grows.

“Do you still love her?”

“Maybe.”

“Then this will never happen.” Your hand motions between you and Lip.

“I want to give it a chance again. If you’d let me.” He reaches out to grab your fingers. Linking them with his with yours, pulling you towards him.

But you stand firm in your footing. He had you so many years ago. Could have probably had you a couple minutes ago. But now that reality has set in again. Knowing he still loves Karen, knowing he will never love you as much as he loves her. 

Now absolutely knowing this information has torn you. Lip has broken your heart once more. And you can’t even blame him as you were the one who decided to sleep with him. 

Stuttering as you attempt to get the words out, the tears slipping down your cheeks, “I loved you Lip. I still love you. You know that, right? I always did and probably always will. God knows I was never good at letting things…or people…go.” Licking your lips to break as you stop yourself from fully breaking down. “I can’t let you do this to me, Lip. I won’t.”

The train pulls in behind you. The gush of the hot air blowing your hair. Taking a deep breath as you and Lip both stand there, red-eyed and drained. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you turn to board the train. 

Turning back to stare at Lip. The steel doors closing between the both of you. The plastic window allows you both to still see the other one last time before the train guts into motion. You instantly grip the metal pole to keep standing as the image of Lip fades into the past, just like every other memory of him. 

But to Lip, you are the fire that lights in his belly. And as much as it pains him to admit, you were the one that got away, he was just too stupid to realize it back then.

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[spookykoolkat]

I absolutely adore your writing!

I wanted to request a Eddie Munson and plus size!Henderson!reader smut!

After dropping Dustin off after Hellfire one night Eddie finally meets Dustin’s sister who is essentially the female version of Eddie. He is smitten with her but doesn’t show it in fear it will mess up him and Dustin’s relationship. He makes excuses to come over to the house more often (which the reader notices). She teases him on purpose, short skirts, low cut shirts, little touches when they pass each other. She’s driving him crazy. One night Dustin invites him over for a movie night and to discuss the new campaign, when Eddie and the reader are the only ones left awake will the tension be to much? Will he finally crack?

eddie m. - your brother's rocker best friend

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an: hiii!!! thank u sm for the request AND all the love i've gotten on my work 🖤🖤 i hope this does your request justice omg!! 😭 because i sure as hell really liked writing it idkidkidk eddie in this one is just so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 anyways pls feel free to send more requests, i appreciate all the love omg like i didnt know so many ppl would like my writing especially being new to writing on tumblr 🥹TYSM OMG PLS I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS i love the feedback! also this is hardly proof read so. yeah :p

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni! minors are NOT welcomed. eddie x plus size!reader, eddie x henderson!reader. this is pure filth, pure smut, literally porn with a plot. p in v (unprotected) *this is fiction pls protect urself*, slight exhibitionism (if u squint), oral sex (f receiving), mirror sex kind of, pet names, dirty talk, spanking/slapping, eddie being eddie

wc: 8.5k

summary: you're dustin's older sister, and notice his best friend taking a particular liking to you.

when eddie first realized who dustin’s older sister was, he was mind fucked. when dustin told eddie about you, dustin made it a note to emphasize the fact that he and you were the same age, and had eddie been, as dustin put it, ‘normal student,’ he would’ve graduated the same year as his sister. but, eddie remembered who you were. very vividly, and when he met you again formally at dustin’s house about a year ago—let’s just say eddie was obsessed with everything that had to do with you. he listened to the music you blasted from your room once he got into his van, he remembered the movies you watched so he could watch them and know why you liked them so much, and he remembered the books you carried and the ones you would read in your living room on his way to dustin’s basement. he wanted to consume you in every way.

"i can't really stay long dustin, Wayne's been getting on my ass," eddie said as dustin dragged him to his front door.

"yeah yeah, whatever, come on i just got this new comic, you have to see it," he said eagerly and eddie just sighed, waiting for dustin's knocking to be heard. and it was.

"dustin i swear if you don't have your key i'm going to literally rip-" you yelled through the front door as you swung it open, not to see only dustin but the guy you went to school with who you knew as the local weed supplier.

"what are you doing with my brother?" you spit, ignoring the fact that eddie looked a little starstruck. he didn't even hear you because of how loud your outfit was, the way your body was tight against your little dress you had in, how your tits looked pressed together, the way your hand rested on your hip as you looked at him irritatedly.

"don't start," dustin said and pushed passed you, telling eddie to come on.

"uh, i'm eddie," he introduced and you smiled through your small laugh, opening the door.

"yeah, i know who you are," you said and he almost thought he felt a shiver down his spine. you knew him, you knew who he was. and now that he saw you in person, he realized he overestimated his will power to be a gentleman and not get hard just at the sight of you.

"go ahead, but you're not staying long. ten minutes." you said strictly and he nodded frantically, stepping inside and following dustin straight to the basement, his eyes looking back for yours as you shut the door and turned, giving him a smile.

he was fucked. that was the start of a year long obsession he tried so desperately to hide. and failed.

you noticed eddie and you had the same interests, you heard megadeth and soundgarden blast through his radio in his shitty van dropping dustin off late, and even in school you saw the patches of rock and metal bands you liked on his backpack, or the studs on his jean jacket. you liked his style and like him, you carried the punk rock edge to you with multiple facial piercings and your black clothing. you enjoyed your style, even in high school you managed to apply dark makeup and were only allowed on piercing, so you kept your lip one. you grew into your own as you got older, only having a liking for horror and sci-fi movies, metal, rock and goth music, and loving your dark dull aesthetic. and eddie liked it too, he actually couldn’t believe how sexy you made looking and dressing like a ‘freak.’

you also noticed these last few months eddie has been coming over a lot more frequently, sometimes at night, sometimes early in the morning to take dustin to school. you didn’t realize until he came over three days in a row, and noticed he would linger in the same room you were in while dustin was off doing his usual around the house, or he’d make comments about the movie you’d be watching and then leave. you never minded it of course, you liked talking to him, you actually felt seen around him and he made you feel like the two of you could relate a lot more than you think.

you also kind of liked to push how far you could go with his boundaries. you’ve had a small crush on him since he started coming around a year ago, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter when he’d greet you with a small hug, or a blush when he’d tell you he liked the outfit you had on. but as the months went on you noticed your words took effect on him too, and you relished in the fact that you knew you could make him squirm a bit.

he enjoyed it even though he knew what you were doing, even though he was going fucking insane. he refused to indulge in his fantasies, in dropping hints that he wanted you in every way possible, he refused to risk his own relationship with your brother. he tried for the entire year he and your brother were friends, to ignore the things you do involuntarily. he didn’t know if half the things you did were on purpose or not, but he had to choke down groans seeing you bend over in tight black dresses, he had to refrain from sneaking into your room just so he can see what it looks like. he hated that you did this to him, that you could be this damn sexy it’s like it was doomed from the beginning.

it was the night dustin had a few friends over for a small get together, one of them being eddie and the others being his usual friend group, mike, el, max, lucas, will and steve as well. steve was forced to go by dustin and eddie, eddie mainly begging because he didn’t want to be the only babysitter there.

you were wearing your usual lounging around outfit when you decided to change because you were heading out that night with a few friends, and you got into your usual all black outfit. only this time you had on black mini skirt on that barely covered your ass as you walked, so to help with coverage you chose black sheer, nearly see through, tights underneath that were slightly torn and ripped, and your top was a deep cut baby tee that was black with rhinestones on it. it was cute to you, you loved skimpy clothes as much as anyone else did and you loved the way it hugged onto your thick body.

you just finished your makeup when you decided to slip on your black heeled boots and go downstairs to gather your things. it was kind of like in the movies when the woman steps down the stairs in her ballgown, having her date gawk at her. only this time you had two little pieces of clothes dripped in all black, and eddie was the one gawking at you while everyone paid attention to the game they were playing.

“i can’t believe i’m here. where the fuck is robin and nance?” steve huffed as he slumped in his seat, eating his pizza.

“you know you should be more grateful to spend time with us, asshole. we could all die tomorrow!” dustin exclaimed from his seat, and steve just rolled his eyes.

“how about in right now?” he mumbled.

eddie wasn’t too focused on anything except the music coming from upstairs, is that the cranberries?, he asked himself, trying to crane his neck as if it’d make him hear better. it wasn’t long before he heard your door open and your hard footsteps treading down the stairs. he felt his heartbeat pick up and the minute you fell into his peripheral he had to turn to look at you. big fucking mistake.

the minute he saw your curvy figure in your tight clothing that just made everything more prominent, he felt that rush. not adrenaline rush, he felt his blood fall from his cheeks and straight into his cock. he was beyond embarrassed, lucky for him he was holding a pillow next to him and quickly moved it over his front. something you saw very briefly, wondering why he looked pained almost.

“alright, i’m leaving dustin, don’t fuck the house up or i will kill everyone here and get away with it,” you said emotionless, going to grab your purse and keys on the kitchen counter.

“don’t get pregnant!” dustin shouted from the living room and you walked back in to say goodbye to your little brother and his friends.

“yeah yeah you too, bye, love you,” you said and leaned down to leave a kiss on his forehead, something eddie paid way too close attention to. he could see down your shirt from his seat, and he could only feel his pants grow tighter around his waist. he wanted to stuff his face in your chest, to hold you by your wide waist and pull you to his body. he wanted to defile you more than you’d ever been.

“problem eddie?” you asked, snapping your fingers where you stand behind dustin, sending everyone’s eyes to his direction.

“uh, wha- I, no, yeah i like this game too,” he stuttered and mostly everyone tried to stifle their laugh while dustin questioned him.

“okay?” you said in a confused laugh, walking off around the group to pass by eddie and bringing your hand to ruffle through his brown locks, and to his shoulder to squeeze slightly.

“see ya later, weirdo,” you said and left, leaving eddie rock hard, embarrassed and in complete shock. he needed your touch everywhere, and that same night after he finally got home and laid in bed, he jerked off to the images he internally burned in his mind.

remembering that night gave you ideas for every time you saw him after that. wearing the skimpiest clothes to open the door when eddie walked dustin to the door, making sure that when he was there at your house you were wearing the thinnest tank top with no bra, and checking that the thermostat was set at a cool 69 degrees.

it was like hell. if he were in heaven. he was tortured seeing you, but the more he saw you the more he craved you. he was excited to see you now, to see what you would have one the next time as you offered a drink in a sultry voice, bending over extra low to reach a fake cord from behind the tv while he sat on the couch. he felt like he was going to fall into a deep black hole that would open up every time you were around, he could follow you around like a puppy if you wanted.

he made excuses to see you, he embarrassed himself in moments just so he could see you, or hear your voice. he was genuinely obsessed with you, that even seeing you for five seconds could make his entire day complete. he was desperate, and you knew.

“you, eddie munson, looking for homework?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. you felt exposed, just waking up from a nap after dropping dustin off early in the morning, wearing nothing but black shorts and a small tank top that was a little see through if you stared hard enough.

“uh, yeah it’s like this paper i had to write, for…” he trailed as his eyes unknowingly moved to glance over you. he couldn’t help but look at how the shorts hugged your thighs and hips. please let suffocate me. his thoughts were impure, not gentleman like. he should be ashamed.

“for…?” you asked, waving your hand in front of him to get his attention back.

“-my class, it’s in a few minutes,” he said checking his watch on his wrist.

“you do know dustin isn’t here right? and the backpack in question is… with him… at school,” you said in an obvious tone, making him reach to the back of his neck and cringe at himself.

“yeah, right…. um, bye,” he said quickly and left, cursing at himself under his breath as he tried to refrain from thinking of the way you looked before he grew hard. you didn’t shut the door until he drove off, almost smiling to yourself that he did that, made that silly excuse to just talk to you for two minutes.

it was little things that he did that drove you equally as crazy, and the fact that he did everything he could just to see your face made you want him even more. it made you wonder why he hadn’t tried anything with you yet. you assumed he felt like you did, so you didn’t question if he found you attractive or sexy, you just wondered what was holding him back from taking the next step.

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eddie found himself a bit stuck in his own thoughts as dustin, mike, will, gareth, jeff and lucas discuss plans of their next campaign. he wanted to focus on the words and suggestions coming out of dustin’s mouth, he wanted to shout desperately when gareth recommended something that would put the entire campaign in jeopardy, but nothing could come from him.

dustin invited everyone over to spend the night while they plan their new campaign for d&d, he knew it could take all night even the day after to create something flawless, so he figured it’d be best to have those who can sleep over. you were a bit bothered by having that much testosterone in the house, but a little won over by the fact that eddie would be spending the night as well.

you catered for the group of course. After you got home from work around seven or eight at night, you bought pizza and drinks for the kids and acted as their mother, fixing their sleeping arrangements and making sure everyone had pillows and blankets before bed. the minute you walked into your home with the pizza and drinks, everyone zoomed to the kitchen except eddie. he shyly walked over to you with his black jeans on and muscle shirt under his jean jacket.

“i can get that for you,” he offered, nodding to the pizza boxes and liters in both hands.

“here, you can take the drinks,” you smiled and handed him the bag of drinks, letting your fingers linger a little on his while transferring the bag to him. he could feel the softness of your touch, how you grazed the outside of his hand with your nails and smoothly removing your hand from the bag.

“thank you,” you said and lightly patted his chest, moving past him closely so that your body touches his.

stop it eddie. stop! he screamed at himself as you started to tell the kids to not make a mess, trying to keep himself from getting hard again and finally going to put the sodas on the counter where you placed the pizza.

“eddie?” you said and walked over to him where he holds a paper plate in his hand, his eyes wide and doe like as he turned to you immediately.

“yeah? whats up?” he said quickly, gripping his plate.

“you think you can help me make everyone’s bed? i can’t reach the sheets in the closet,” you said innocently, batting your eyelashes and flashing a smile.

“y-yeah, of course.” he obliged and put the plate down, following you upstairs to the closet in the hall. you made sure to go first, your pencil skirt hugging your ass and thighs perfectly, putting him in a trance he never wanted to get out of.

“it’s right over here,” you said and turned right, stopping at white double doors. you opened the doors and reached to turn on the light, letting yourself be as exaggerated as possible, and leaning back to let him through. you turned to the side as he walked up to the closet, staying there and watching him as he strained his body upwards, his shirt lifting a bit to show his pale skin littered with tattoos, even seeing his slight v-line, something you wanted to explore. you didn’t try to hide the fact that you were checking him out.

you decided to test him again, so you scooted your body closer to his and leaned across, your breasts and your body touching his as you reached for a pillow that was on a lower shelf. your hand skimmed his skin not so subtly, grabbing the pillow and squeezing it to your stomach to make your tits more prominent in your hardly buttoned button up.

eddie’s skin was on fire, if he wasn’t thinking about d&d before you came home, he definitely wasn’t thinking about it now. he gathered all of the sheets and some pillows, pulling them out and going back to his relaxed position as you stared up at him with a devilish smile.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a serious tone, taking notice of your breasts pushed together and again, you saw it on his face. that restraint, the self control he tried to muster up.

“what do you mean, eds?” you tried to play naive, like you were unaware of this little game the two of you had partaken in. it was cat and mouse except less action. you liked to tease and taunt, and he held himself tight with a piece of string that was held by the relationship he had with dustin. who would he be if he actually made a move on one of his best friend’s sister?

“i can’t do that to dustin. i can’t.” he said to you, not even acknowledging your fake unawareness.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said seriously and turned towards the stairs, “you comin’?” you asked sweetly, yet still a mischievous smile on your face. you were testing how far you could go without breaking that string, but now you wanted to break it. you wanted him to fall apart for you, to finally admit he’s wanted you this whole time.

eventually after everyone settled in, the group went down into the basement and began to watch a movie as the night went on. you told everyone you’ll be in your room, changing into something more comfortable to accompany your brother and his friends.

“it’s just supposed to be us,” dustin huffed and you rolled your eyes, accepting the fact you were unwelcomed and you changed anyway, going into the living room to watch a movie by yourself.

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the boys settled in the basement around 11 at night after arguing about their storyline, going to sleep with no successful campaign just yet but successfully watching two movies before everyone knocked out. eddie was no help obviously, too deep in thought about the way your hands felt, how your warm body pressed into his side, what exactly you were hiding under that pencil skirt. he didn’t realize how sexy you made office attire look, suddenly imagining himself bending you over your office desk and railing you to the point all of your papers and knick knacks fell over. it’s all he thought about as the boys talked over the movie, wondering what it would be like to just go upstairs and take you on the couch.

he rubbed his hand over his face with a deep breath, sighing and throwing over the blankets he had on himself on his other side, getting up from the small couch you had in your basement. eddie knew where everything was in the house, and he made his way to the kitchen for some kind of beverage. a beer, if he was lucky.

he was lucky, just not with the beer. once he got into the threshold of the kitchen, he saw the dim light from underneath the cabinet that’s above the counter glowing against you. your back was to him, seemingly eating something, yet he just stared at your figure. from here, the view of your ass was almost problematic. your tight shorts didn’t let much hide from his sight, he could see the crease of your asscheeks peeking out of the fabric, and he saw the small of your back due to your tank top rising up and nearly above your midriff.

“couldn’t sleep?” eddie asked you finally as he came to lean on the counter across from where you stood.

“i was just craving something sweet, you?” you asked, turning around unphased since you already felt him staring at you. you looked at him as you licked your spoon clean and he breathed in deep.

“something like that,” he said and stood up straight, walking around to you and now standing in front of you, leaning his body against the counter to mimic your stance.

“dustin’s my friend, you know that, and you're like, wow you know? it's hard to, control myself,” he slightly admits, beginning to watch as you sensually lick ice cream from your spoon again after you dipped into the pint for another scoop.

“mhm,” you hummed in agreement, eyes never leaving his. you weren't phased by his confession, you already knew. he tried to not show how in love he was with you, but failed miserable every time.

“i can’t do anything to ruin that, he’d hate me forever,” eddie said slowly, too enchanted by the way your tongue glides over the spoon.

“i don’t know what you mean, eddie,” still keeping up with your shenanigans, wondering if he’d snap any time soon.

“really? the short skirts, showing your cleavage, walking around here with no bra when i’m around, like you want me to die really,” he said dramatically, his hands waving in the air and you smiled, putting the ice cream down.

“that’s just how i dress, eddie. plus this is my house, i can wear whatever i want,” you gleamed and he huffed.

“i won’t lie though, some things i do wear for you. like this, i know you like black. and i know you like when i don’t wear a bra, i see you staring at them all of the time,” you said stepping closer to him as his fingers grip the edge of the counter. he was silent, he couldn't talk. embarrassed at the fact that you actually noticed his not so obvious yet obvious stares.

“do you wanna feel them eddie? or do you just want to stare from a distance and jerk off in the bathroom when i leave?” his face turned a bright red, remembering the times he’d have to leave early or go to your bathroom to deal with what you caused.

“yes,” he answered without thinking, stepping towards you so that there is only a small gap between the two of you. your head turns upwards to look at him as he looks down between the two of you, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath.

“do you want me to-” you began but eddie shook his head quickly.

“shut up,” he demanded, pressing his lips into yours firmly. but it wasn’t like you expected.

normally when you made out with guys, it was boring and dull. there was no excitement, no crave, no desire, it felt like nothing to you. but feeling eddie’s lips on yours practically made your knees buckle, so soft and gentle yet still needy, begging for more. you feel his tongue slide against your lips and you part them slightly, letting him invade your mouth as your tongue fought with his. heavy breathing, panting, soft moans coming from you and occasional groans from eddie as his hands rested at your waist, just to inch upwards on your skin and up your shirt.

he pulled away breathlessly, leaving you flushed and aching for me as his eyes trained on your midsection, watching the piece of fabric lift with every inch he went up.

“you, you are so fucking dangerous,” he said roughly, his black fingernails skimming against the curves of your body, his hands rubbing on your rolls, pressing them into your back to pull you closer.

you could tell his touch was so needy, so eager to feel all of you all at once.

“what makes me dangerous? is it my incredibly intimidating face?” you smiled, watching his eyes grow dark with every touch on your body.

“mm, no baby, you have a pretty face.” he said, more confident than ever now that he knows this little game of yours was over. baby. the pet name sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core that you has to press your thighs together. he noticed.

his hands move to your midsection again, finally deciding to raise the tank top up off of your body. this was risky, you knew that. you were exposed in the very public kitchen that anyone could walk in at any moment, pressed against the counter now with eddie teasing his way around your large breasts.

“holy fucking shit.” he breathed as he cupped them in his hands, massaging and feeling over every inch of skin. he bounced them in his hands, pushed them together to see them fall to their natural state, and immediately brought his lips to the curve of your breast and slowly towards your hardened nipple. he wanted to savor all of you, to feel you and memorize what you liked and what you looked like under all these clothes.

“eddie?” you whispered as he stuffed his face in between your tits as he pushed them up, making you smile boyishly.

“mmmhm?” he hummed, shaking his head in your chest and you tug his hair up, sending a jolt to eddie’s crotch and making him wince.

“do you want me?” you asked, looking at his face in the dull light, wanting to bask in his gaze. you loved the slight stubble on his jaw, how his nose was lightly peppered with small freckles, the way his lips looked so pink and swollen—it drove you crazy.

“fuuuck yes, yes i want you, are you crazy?!” he whisper-shouted, making you blush and pull your lip in between your teeth.

“show me,” you teased, moving your hand from gripping his hair and on his shoulder. he was so quick with grabbing your wrists and practically pulling you upstairs into your bedroom, shutting the door by pressing you up against it. it was so quick, you didn’t even feel shame in the fact that you only had your bottoms on going up your stairs.

“i would’ve loved to fuck you over that kitchen counter, but i’d rather not have dustin and our friends see me sinning with his older sister,” he said as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck and leaving small kitten licks and kisses on your skin.

“thank you,” you breathed, holding him tight to your body.

you did feel a bit bad about engaging with eddie like this, you knew it was a bad mistake as dustin’s sister. this was his best friend, and here you are in your bedroom with your tank top down stairs, feeling the way he’s pressed up against you.

“mm, don’t thank me yet, sweetheart,” he grinned into your collarbone.

“since i can’t fuck you over the counter, i think we’ll just have to settle for that little vanity you got,” his voice was so dark, so deep that you didn’t even really recognize who it was. it made you drip into your panties, and immediately you let out a tiny whine.

eddie moved you to the white, pristine vanity you had where you sat and did your makeup everyday. it wasn’t much, but it did come with a mirror and the thought of watching eddie fuck you from the back like that became too intense for you.

you instinctively bent over still in your short shorts, watching eddie behind you as he softly throws his head back and releases a long ‘fuuuuck’ as you swayed your hips gently against his crotch. he rubbed over the globes of your ass, teasing his fingers at the hem of your shorts.

“i can’t believe you’re bent over like this for me,” he says as he removed his black shirt and stepped out of his sleep pants, only leaving the fabric of his boxers strained against his hard on. you felt it in the kitchen, and you feel it even more now pressing against your ass. you whimpered a little, trying to rub against him until he gripped your meaty hips and stilled your movements.

“you gotta be good for me, okay baby? let me take my time,” he cooed, rubbing over the wideness of your hips and ass as he met your eyes in the mirror. he lingered his fingers around your waist band and slowly tugged your shorts down, leaving you completely bare, and leaving eddie feeling like he could cum just from the fabric of his boxers rubbing against his tip.

“no fucking panties?” he questioned, standing back up as he stared at your bare ass, moving your cheeks to spread and reveal both your holes.

“i, i forgot,” you lied, looking at his body through the mirror. the only light that’s shining on the both of you is the orange hue from the street lights in your neighborhood, the shadow of your window blinds casting on eddie right now. you liked the way his pale body looked under that glow, the way his patch work tattoos mixed together well, some looked lighter than others and the bigger ones were more complex. you wanted to inspect each and every one, know the meaning of them, why he got them.

“i know you didn’t forget, baby. you don’t have to lie to me,” he said and got on his knees to become face to face with your bare pussy. even though you were a little insecure about the way you looked down there, you tried to be as confident as ever just in case it wasn’t what a man was attracted to. you’ve met men who preferred skinny women, or men who didn’t like the way you looked down there because you were ‘too big.’

eddie’s hands gripped your ass and thighs firmly, spreading them as he pleased and watching the way your lips spread to reveal your wetness leaking out of you.

“fuck, fuck im so,” he tried to say but he was losing it. he was going feral at the thought of you being this wet and dripping for him, losing it at the fact he had you bent over naked for him, whimpering and moaning for him.

“is, is it too much?” you cringed inwardly at yourself, shutting your eyes and resting your face on your hands that are folded on the vanity.

“what? no what? too much, what do you mean?” he said, standing up and looking at you through the mirror, still gripping your ass.

“like, am i too, um, fat?” you asked. you knew how ridiculous you sounded, how insecure you sounded. but it truly wasn’t like that for you, you were worried more so about the fact that eddie wouldn’t be big enough to pleasure you. you weren’t much of a size person, but if you wanted to ride someone it would be a bit hard to do that with someone who was 5 inches, for you at least.

“what the fuck? absolutely fucking not, oh my god, baby you are so fucking sexy. i’m literally drooling over this pussy, please i need to ruin you,” he begged, slapping your ass a bit and kissing over the sting. his kisses led him to your inner thigh, and moved his lips to kiss over your wet pussy lips that were pushed together by your thick thighs, and you sucked in a breath as you felt his tongue slide up to collect your slickness, and moving in between your lips.

“eddieee, fuck eddie what are you doing,” you asked as he moved his hand to use his middle and ring finger to rub gently over your cunt, spreading your pussy lips and letting his tongue find your clit swiftly, sucking and slurping as you spread your legs a little more.

“i’m eating this pretty pussy,” he mumbled against your cunt, going back to wrapping his lips around your clit as he licked and sucked, sending you to bite your arm to shush yourself. you saw the way he gripped your ass with his other hand, felt how he kept slapping at your skin, spreading one cheek as his other hand was finding your hole with his fingers.

“fuck, fuck eddie please, please make me cum,” you begged, squirming and moving your legs as you tried to grip the table itself to keep from thrashing. it was so overbearing, the fact that he was so handsome and sexy, and he was buried in your cunt.

“mmmm, baby,” he hummed against your folds, making you jolt and cry a bit. he removed his lips with a pop, letting his tongue lick up your juices on his lips, and watching as his fingers sank into your tight hole. his mouth practically fell open as he watched you stretch around his digits, and watching your eyes through the mirror roll back and your mouth open.

“that feel good baby? am i making you feel good?” he asked against your thigh, pumping his two fingers in and out of you as your breathing started to pick up, your back arching against the table.

“fuck baby, yes yes it feels so good, please don’t stop don’t fucking stop eddie,” you begged, reaching your arm back to grab at his head and pull him back to your cunt, making eddie even more excited at your neediness. he didn’t even realize how turned on his was until he found himself palming his cock through his boxers as you kept his head in place with your hand and rutted against his tongue and fingers. it was hands down the sexiest thing he’d ever felt, letting you use him to get yourself off and grind into his face, he was so desperate for you he found himself moaning into your cunt.

he was going crazy, and it wasn’t until he finally grabbed your hand and moved it so he could use the hand he was palming his cock with to spread your ass, and move his tongue from your clit to your asshole. he used your juices he collected with his tongue and spit directly on your hole, still letting his fingers pump in and out of your hole, but letting his tongue find his way between your cheeks.

“oh my god, oh my f- eddie, please don’t stop please fuck, i need it, i need you please,” it was your begging that made him feel drunk, the sound of you so desperate and so willing to do anything just so you can feel good, his mind was focused on you and only you. he actually forgot where he was for a moment, and let himself eat your holes out as he pleases.

“eddie, fuck i swear i’m gonna cum, please can i please cum?” he didn’t even tell you that you had to beg for your release, he didn’t even expect that you wanted permission, and now that he knows he doesn't want to give it to you just yet. he was loving the way you looked right now, how fucked out and desperate you looked, how sex just dripped from your pleadings.

“not yet pretty girl,” he said, his face covered in your juices and still, he wanted more. he moved his tongue back down to your hole where he decided to slowly add a third finger, letting his tongue trace around the way your cunt gripped his fingers.

“s’ too much, eddie please let me cum,” you felt the tears sting your eyes, and you didn’t even realize you were crying until you finally moved your head from the table and to look in the mirror, seeing your puffy eyes and red face, the tears leaking from your eyes. all you could see was the way his arms and hands were gripping your backside, yet the obscene slurping and moaning made it too intense for you to keep watching him devour you. you felt how his head shook and moved in your cunt, how his lips and tongue worked so beautifully on your clit, you even felt how the tip of his nose rubbed against your slit. it was so much, so overwhelming, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“tell me it’s mine, tell me this pussy is mine,” he said, moving his lips to kiss over your thighs again. you felt the way his fingers curved into you, hitting your soft spot that made you want to explode. your eyes couldn’t keep open, you felt like you were going cross eyed with the way you felt. never have you felt like this from getting head before, never felt so excited and so wet, you’ve never felt so needy the way eddie made you feel.

“eddie, it’s all yours, fuck it always has been, this pussy’s yours, please,” you cried, making sure you were only loud enough for him to hear.

“mm, that’s all i wanted to hear baby, cum for me, cum on my face,” he said and moved his lips back to your cunt, his tongue working feverishly now on your clit, sucking, grazing his teeth against your nub, licking and even using the fingers that were inside of you to replace his tongue and let his fingers work your clit.

“i’m, fuuuck, fuck i’m cumming, i’m fu-” you moaned, letting your body go limp on the table as your legs shook, your release coating his tongue and face as he kept fucking your hole with his tongue. you were practically biting down on your hand, his tongue still going and sending you into a spiral.

“baby, please, i can’t,” you gasped, begging him to halt. he finally releases you, the slurping and wet sounds no longer as he stood up and rubbed his hands over your ass while he pushed his erection into your wet cunt. he reached and grabbed you by your neck, pulling your naked body to his chest as he looks at your figure in the mirror. his left hand moves around your jiggly body, gripping at your tummy that bulges out slightly, squeezing everywhere and grabbing your cunt with his whole hand.

“this all mine, pretty baby? only for me?” he asked again in your ear, moving his hand to grip your tits and playing with your nipples.

“yes eddie fuck, please. make me yours? i wanna be yours,” you begged, your voice hoarse and weak, sounding completely different than your usual snarky tone. he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, having you like putty in his hands when the whole time you made him nervous.

his. yours. mine. the words eddie has craved to hear, he’s dreamed of cumming to you telling him you’re his. he’s wanted you for so long and here you are, all fucked out against his chest and still begging for more. he couldn’t help but move his boxers down to fall at his ankles, letting his cock spring free against your ass and quickly slipping it between your thighs, right against your pussy. through the mirror, you could see the tip of his cock peeking through your plush thighs, and watched as he fucked your thighs using the slickness from your cunt.

“fuck, this pussy’s so fucking wet for me, you want me to fuck you? maybe you’ll stop teasing me when i’m over here if i finally stretch you out, hm? what do you think?” he panted, enjoying the feeling of your thighs pressing against his cock, stopping before he could cum.

“please fuck me, i’ll be good, please,” you whined, moving your hand to feel the tip of his cock, feeling him buck his hips and hearing a low growl from his throat. he pulls you back with him, still pressed against his chest, even after you fall back on top of him when he decided to sit on your bed against the wall. now, he has your legs spread in the air with the back of your head pressed against his shoulder as he peers over your shoulder to watch you spread all for him. you can feel his hard cock against your asshole, seeing it over your cunt and moving your hips to coat his cock with your juices.

“uh-uhn, i’m not done,” he grumbled, keeping your legs spread and watching the way your pussy lips spread open with the way your legs were in the air, and how easy it was to access your clit and rub your wetness over your hole and clit.

he moved his hand to push his cock against your cunt, rubbing it between your fat lips making sure his tip hits right at the hood of your clit.

“can i suck it?” you asked shyly, you couldn’t help but moan at the size of it and seeing it rub against your pussy. “‘s so big,” you finished and he blushed, throwing his headback with a groan. he wanted to hear you ask him to suck him off over and over again, the way you sounded so small and shy about it, how you actually wanted to take him in your mouth. he'll definitely be thinking about that now.

“fuck, what i’d give to feel those lips right now, but not tonight baby. i need to be inside you, right fucking now,” he groaned and finally pushed his cock at your hole, feeling his tip intrude and slide in slowly. he wanted to try to get you used to the feeling of him stretching his way inside you, but slowly realized it was him who needed to get used to how tight your cunt sucked him in.

“oh my fuck, i could fuckin’ cum right now,” he groaned as he relaxed inside you, adjusting you on top of him so he could see better and you were better pressed against his chest. he could see everything from the way he’s looking down behind you, he could see your eyes fighting to stay open as he slid inside, and the way your legs squirmed trying to stay open.

“you’re doing so good for me, pretty girl, so good,” he praised, awakening something inside you. somehow, he made you want to do everything right to hear him tell you how good you’re doing for him.

“eddieeee,” you whined as you felt yourself sink onto all of him, watching your hips begin to move on his trying to fuck yourself on him.

“what baby? you need more?” he asked as he gripped your belly, loving the way it looked with your knees almost at your chest.

“harder, please,” you begged, throwing your head back to look up at him, just as he looked down at you with your eyebrows pinched and your mouth open. he smiles, kissing all over your face as he began to fuck up into you faster and harder, moving to watch your tits and tummy bounce with every thrust. he decided to take your legs and hold them open while still on top of him, slapping at your thighs and whispering dirty things in your ear. all you can muster out are occasional moans and cries, whining his name out.

“gotta be quiet sweetface, don’t need anyone hearing you moan my name for me like that, only me baby,” he groaned. you could feel the rumble of his chest against your back as you watch him slide in and out of you. you were cockdrunk at this point, so dumb and fucked out that you can’t form a coherent sentence.

eddie felt like he was losing himself in you, the way you squeezed your walls around him and cried out how big he was made him want to be more than inside you. he really wanted to crawl inside your skin and be with you twenty four seven, he wanted to be the piece of gum stuck at your shoe just so he’s near you. he was desperate for you in every way and it showed in each thrust.

“need you on your back, baby,” he grunted and slipped out of you, moving your body to be laying underneath him rather than on top of him. he moved your legs harshly, spreading them apart and slapping your pussy just to watch it recoil with every slap.

“such a pretty fucking pussy baby, can’t believe it’s all mine,” he said moreso to himself. he was rubbing up and down your thighs and belly with his cock rubbing against your entrance, watching you squirm and beg for him.

“i love your cock so fucking much, please fuck me,” you begged in a whisper, and he gripped your belly when he decided to finally slip back inside you, watching the way your tits were pressed together and nearly covering the bottom of your face.

“mm, fuck you’re so pretty like this,” he said as he brought his hand to your chin, his thumb rubbing over your lips as he slid inside you again, this time a little more rougher than last time. when he slid inside, you gave him the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth when you moaned softly, and you instantly wrapped your lips around his thumb and started sucking and licking on it like it was his cock.

he was in a trance watching you, and feeling your walls clench down on him at the same time. he couldn’t believe you wanted him like this, and how nasty you were for him, he kind of forgot about you being anyone’s sister.

you decided to bite down a bit on his thumb and watched as he winced, but felt the way his cock twitched inside of you. the pace he was going was harsh and rough, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was something he didn’t even try to conceal. instead, his own groans and moans were getting a little louder, the both of your moans mixing together.

“eddie, it feels so good, fuck you’re so perfect,” you cried with his thumb still in your mouth and he leaned down, kissing your face and neck trying to reposition himself and angle differently. when he did, you could actually feel the air slip inside and the next thrust he hit, you and he both heard the sound of you queefing, immediately feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover your face.

“mmm, fuck she’s talkin’ to me baby,” he said in a smile while he kept pumping his cock in and out of you. you giggled and hit his chest, telling him to shut up and keep fucking you, trying to ignore the embarrassing noise your own vagina made.

“c’mon, she sounds so fucking good, so fucking wet for my cock, yeah?” he cooed, sending electricity down to your clit and making you arch your back. when you do, he takes the chance to catch your nipple in his mouth and nip and suck at it.

“fuck eddie, you’re filling me up so fucking good, s’full of you,” you tugged at his curls and kept his head on your chest, feeling the impeccable stretch of his large cock. it was so girthy, so long that you felt like you were being split in half. it was painful, and that made it even more pleasurable. the way the patch of hair above his cock was rubbing against your sensitive clit made you cry out, scratching and scarring his back as you heard his groans and moans become more visceral, harsher, and you felt the way his hips started to buck and stutter.

it was when he released your tit to meet your eyes, and wrapped his hand around your neck, gently squeezing—that’s when you immediately felt the tug in your tummy, your thighs and legs tensing as you watched the way he lost control inside of you. you felt even hornier watching his body form a sheet of sweat, his face contorting into pure pleasure, and you felt how his cock reached the deepest part of your cervix.

“fuck, look at that, creaming all over my cock, fuck princess cum for me, cum all over me, make a fuckin’ mess please,” he begged, kissing your lips, still being able to taste yourself on him from earlier. your hand went up to grab his wrist, beginning to buck your hips against his and feeling the burst of pleasure flood through your body, making your legs shake and your moans muffle against his lips. you were still gripping his wrist when he finally pulled back to watch you ride out your orgasm, and he felt like he could cum right then and there. your body was arching for him, aching for more of his touch, bouncing with each thrust, your body littered with purple bruises from giving you hickeys everywhere, how out of it you looked—he needed to cum.

“where do you want it baby? where do you want my cum?” he asked you, releasing your throat and kissing over the place his hand was.

you didn’t think about it for a minute. you wanted him in all his glory, you wanted every bit of him. you craved it for so long, that you’d be stupid not to tell him where you wanted it exactly.

“inside, please eddie, wanna feel you fill me up, need it,” your sentence was not correct, but it got the point across. you didn’t even have to make sense, the minute you said inside he was a goner. he pumped inside you a few more times before thrusting hard one last time, jerking and twitching inside of you as he covered his groans in your flesh.

“fuck, dude you’re so fucking amazing,” he breathed as his body collapsed on yours, his face shoved into your chest.

“did you just call me dude after you came inside of me?” you asked, making sure you heard right. it was funny to you, it was just so eddie.

he rolled over off of you, pulling out at the same time and laying next to you on his back.

“yeah, uh, sorry. force of habit,” he said sheepishly and turned his head to you, trying to read your facial expressions.

“can i clean you up? before i go, uh back downstairs. i don’t want dustin asking where i am just to find me with his sister,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“he’s a big boy. i think he can handle knowing you like me.” you said and watched him.

“still. he’s my friend, i’d like to tell him on my own terms.” uou couldn’t help but smile, turning your body on your side to face him better and bring your hand to his face.

“you’re the sweetest, you know?” you said and rubbed your fingers over his jaw and stubble.

“i think it’s safe to say you’re the sweetest,” he said referring to the fact that he did very much in fact devour you whole on your vanity desk.

“i’m gonna shower, so don’t worry about cleaning me up. maybe next time, i’m a girl who likes a bit of aftercare.” you said and kissed his lips softly, softer than you did when he was inside you. he kissed back and reached to pull you closer, wanting more of you. you put your hand on his chest and pulled back, leaving him breathless.

“so, this isn’t a one time thing?” he asked as he tried to breathe normal again. the both of you sat up to gather your clothes and as he put them in, you stood up and walked to your dresser, grabbing a pair of panties, a shirt and some shorts not bothering to cover yourself as he gets dressed again.

the second he’s full dressed and standing, you walk up to him with your naked body still pressed against his body, and raise yourself up on your tip-toes to kiss his lips once more.

“i really hope not.”

[lunarw0rks]

hi! i have a request with ghost or könig, where one of readers parents die, and they start freaking out, crying, panic attack and all. and one of them is there for them through it? if it's not too much, thank u sm and love ur writing!

Summary: After losing someone close, your roommate, König is your support system.

Warning(s): panic attacks, grief, parental death, hurt/comfort, roommate!König, GN!Reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: My first König work :) [mein Engel = my angel] I hope you don't mind, I chose reader's mother to be the one who passed.

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Saying Goodbye // Drabble

It was supposed to be an average, mundane day.

Eight hours at work, then stumbling into your apartment with sore muscles and a desire to relax until it all repeats again tomorrow. It was hard enough making it from the door to the couch, especially when barely able to keep your eyes open.

When you did, your eyes fluttered shut nearly instantly. Finally, you were getting some much needed sleep until—

You groaned loudly, palming around the sofa for your phone ringing at full blast. Inside, you cursed yourself for forgetting to silence it, and now you were debating on answering the call. An unrecognizable number, probably spam. The last thing you needed was another problem, another hitch in your relaxation.

The gut feeling you had was unmistakable; you should take the call, something was wrong.

With a hesitant thumb, you pressed the accept button and raised the phone to your ear. You’re wide awake now, you might as well get off the couch and pace while the scammer chews your ear off.

At least, that’s what you wanted to believe at first. It wasn’t a scammer; it was a nurse.

She asks your name, says they got your number from your mother’s phone. That instinctual feeling you had was proven true now—in the worst way possible. Though the nurse was hesitant to get the words out, as if the news hurt her more than you, your brain was scrambling with every possible bad scenario.

A car accident, a heart attack, perhaps even a mistake on the hospital’s end. The logistics didn’t matter, how she got your number, knew your name. It couldn’t be your mother, it had to be a mistake, right?

“I don’t understand.” You wavered, finding any excuse to dismiss her words—if you could call them that, they overlapped and mixed together with the haze in your mind.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” Her voice is strictly professional, but to imagine her on the other end, she’s cringing at giving news like this over the phone, probably more than once today.

“You can come down and claim her belongings anytime. The administrator will help you with the arrangements… Do you have anyone—”

You terminated the call before she could continue, phone dropping to the floor below you. How could this happen? Why you, today of all days?

Tears were blinding you, coating your vision in a misty gloss. Next, it was your knees buckling beneath you when the dizziness was too much. Third, it was your inability to catch your breath; heaving and gasping as the sobs became too much for your body to handle. Above all, it was the thoughts and memories of your mother, how this could’ve happened so suddenly.

You hadn’t heard the door opening behind you, your fatigued roommate coming up behind you with concern. His large hands hovered over your back a few seconds, before he gently placed them to get your attention.

“What happened, mein Engel?” He asked softly, eyes wide with concern.

In all the months you’d lived together, conversations were quick but respectful; many days, your schedules would overlap, resulting in rarely seeing one another, or sleeping when you were home at the same time. But that didn’t matter to König, he couldn’t help but involve himself now.

“My mom…” Your weak voice finally spoke, tears streaming from your eyes down to the neckline of your shirt.

His observant eyes flicked over to the scene before him; you, distraught and struggling to breath, your cell phone dropped next to you.

Calling family members of the deceased, informing them of the horrible news, it’s something he’d done before for his job. It never gets easier, but he’d never seen the grieving person on the other side, often it ends with the call ending mid-sentence, just like you had done.

Now, he was face to face with it, and it was personal.

König’s brows furrowed empathetically as he listened to your cries, each one cracking his tough and intimidating exterior. He felt he was awful at comfort, only doing what came naturally to him—which wasn’t verbal.

Instead, it was physical comfort; a perk of his abnormal size.

He used one of his hands to push your head into his chest, while the other remained tightly wrapped around you. You could kick and scream, pound against his chest, get it all out of your system, and he remains still, allowing you to mourn in any way you have to.

He lifted you both up, letting you stand there and grieve against him. König’s eyes shut as he listened to your roars of sorrow, yearning for the parent you would never get back.

This went on for a few minutes, the room silent except for the sounds of your cries against his chest.

His strong arms kept you upright with ease, even though you were visibly trembling. “It will be okay, I promise… I promise…” His Austrian accent was soothing and gentle, a stark contrast to the way he looked.

You lifted your head, eyes bloodshot and quivering open and closed. You weren’t to the point of clarity yet, but the initial violent shock of the news had begun to fizzle; your mother was alone right now, in a hospital bed waiting for you. “I need to go see her, König. She’s all by herself.”

Your shaky hands found the entry table, reaching for your keys, but his hand gripped your arm before your fingers touched the cold metal.

With a shake of his head, he drops his hand. “I’ll drive you, okay?”

—

The city passes as a cynical blur; bars and restaurants packed with partying patrons, neighborhoods with playing children and family get togethers. Then, you, still distraught and with a tightening chest. Each street, each turn, each street sign pointing in the direction of the nearest hospital.

Ten miles; five miles; one mile; then, the bright red sign displaying Emergency illuminated the lot and König’s car.

He pulls into the closest visitor’s space, though most are already occupied. You pull the handle and step out, but the door remains open as you watch the bustle of the emergency room through the large windows.

You meet his blue eyes again, a black surgical mask concealing his true identity. “Will you come in with me?” It’s more of a despairing plea than an honest question.

He kills the engine and removes his hand from the wheel, giving a wary nod. In the face of a panic attack, he’s there for you in an instant. But by your side as you say goodbye? He began to wonder if he was the one you really wanted as moral support.

Your shoes scrape against the pavement, as if your feet are just as hesitant to face the situation.

The fluorescent lights overhead cast an unforgiving glare on the sterile white walls, reflecting the urgency of the environment. The constant hum of medical equipment and the beeping of monitors merge into a symphony of urgency, while the faint scent of bleach hangs in the air.

Nurses and doctors dart from one patient to another, their faces tense with determination, occupied with those in need of more attention than you, here to claim a body, for lack of better words.

The desk in the entrance is just as chaotic; the corded phones going off with an endless stream of calls, papers and clipboards stacked atop the other, and the loud typing of the receptionist’s outdated computers.

The woman behind the counter looks up briefly, carelessly pointing to the waiting area beside the desk rather than speaking to you. Her typing continues, as if no concern for what you might be here for is left, especially after a long shift in this busy chaos.

You look over at the waiting area—depressing and packed with patients who have been triaged and are awaiting further care, and filling the rest of the seats, distraught and impatient family members waiting for results on their loved ones. Some are praying, some sobbing, others clutching minor injuries, but most stare blankly as they tap their feet against the beige tile.

“Actually, I’m here for my mother. She passed.” You tell the bored receptionist, practically forcing her to pay attention to your dead expression.

The once unsympathetic stare she had, now turned the opposite. But once again, without words, she pointed to the elevators in the direction of the ICU. Her pity only lasted seconds, before she raised one of the phones to her ear, full attention on the other line.

You looked back at König for reassurance, who merely kept walking with you, eyes straight ahead with uncertainty.

As the elevator doors close, a sense of tension fills the confined space.

The panel of buttons displays various floors, but the one that stands out is the one labeled "ICU" in bold, red letters.

Inside the elevator, there's a mixture of people, each carrying their own burden of worry and concern. Family members clutch tightly to their belongings, their faces etched with anxiety and sorrow. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, despite the icy chill of the ventilation causing goosebumps on your skin.

A few forced smiles are exchanged among the passengers, trying to find comfort in each other's company, but the worry in their eyes betrays their attempts at reassurance, though you keep a straight face, already privy to what lies ahead of the doors.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the elevator slows down, and the doors open to reveal the ICU floor. It’s a morbid contrast to the emergency room; eerie quiet. Nurses and doctors roam, small groups of family members visit, and most of all, patients without any visitors hooked up to the machines.

König’s steps mirrored the pace of yours as you walked down the aisle of rooms, reading each chart until you found the one belonging to her.

You stopped in front of it, seeing her in the bed through the glass window overlooking the room. Your eyes, which had just gone dry, began to tear up again. It was a different feeling, seeing it in person, rather than imagining it over the phone.

“Let’s go inside, alright?” His voice is low and respectful as he takes a step around you, sliding open the pocket door, allowing you to go inside first when you are ready.

The door wooshes shut behind you as you approach the bed. Her chest is rising and falling with each hiss of the ventilator, but there are no signs of life anywhere else. Her hands are cold and lifeless, as is her skin—now drained of any memories and creases of age.

When the nurse steps inside and begins explaining the process to you, you only nod in response, keeping your eyes on the loved one in front of you. It would be your decision, to unhook her and say a final goodbye, or keep her like this, nothing but a corpse breathing through a machine.

“I’ll be here, whatever you decide.” König places a hand on your shoulder, ushering you to the chair beside the bed, while he remains standing in the corner, attempting to keep a respectful amount of distance. He didn’t know her, and now this would be all he knew of your mother—this harrowing image of her, with you beside her.

The silence passed by, hour by hour you spent listening to the beeps of the machines, the wheeze of her departed lungs mechanically filling with air. The warm hand you placed on hers, met with no returning caress, only her stillness.

König would make small efforts, a cup of coffee from the cafeteria, or small comforts in your ear, but they were futile against the waves of grief engulfing you. They were recognized, but not reciprocated with thank you’s or smiles—only silence.

—

The night you said goodbye, he left the room out of respect. He spent about an hour in that busy waiting room, hands folded in his lap as he waited for your return. It was best if he left you to the details, only there in terms of comfort.

He looked up curiously each time the elevator dinged and visitors piled out, until eventually it was you coming out to meet him. Swollen, reddened eyes, and a stack of funeral pamphlets still clutched in your fist.

The moment the ventilator let out its final hiss, the moment they unhooked the tubes, the moment you removed your hands from her—all a constant replay in your mind. He was to his feet instantly, pulling you into an embrace similar to the one in the living room, letting you know he would be there every step of the way.

König remained silent until you both reached his car again, opening the car door for you as he waited for you to climb inside.

You turned to face him, staring up into his sympathetic gaze, “thank you. I don’t know what else to say, except thank you.”

His blue eyes softened, as if shocked by your gratitude. He thought it was a given, being there for you, driving you to the hospital, even just showing you kindness, but it was clear you hadn’t expected that from him.

“You don’t need to thank me.” He mutters softly, his large hand resting on your arm, giving it a light squeeze. He hunches over and places his head on your shoulder, rubbing circles up and down your back.

“I’m always here, hm? Whatever you need to get through this.”

[gudetamaworld]

ask me again~

pairing  ‣  niki x fem reader ( to avoid confusion, niki and y/n are the maknaes of their friend groups and are the same age)

ft all of enhypen, yeseo (kep1er) & yuna (itzy) ~assume school has started for only a month or two, so certain stuff (like classmates) has only been lightly established

genre  ‣ fluff , slight angst

warnings  ‣   none!

wc  ‣  4.2k+ (my longest fic yet TT)

a/n  ‣ i worked really hard on this one so i rlly hope you guys enjoy! also ty guys sm, meeting niki got more posts than i thought it would, so expect a full storyline soon! thank you guys and have fun reading <3

the sound of electronic music blasting through the room made my head hurt.

"can we leave?" i whined, facing my friends. sunoo looked at me sympathetically, and yuna gave me a look.

"your cool older friends are taking you to your first party, and you want to leave?" yuna shook her head. "remember, we also have to find you a hot first date. i'm tired of seeing you stay at home on the weekends, reading fanfics."

"hey, not fair!" i grumbled.

"what about that guy? he dresses well." sunoo pointed.

"jake? no way, he's in my year. plus i heard he's a playboy. we want someone nice and sweet, that matches y/n's energy." yuna explained.

we were getting closer to the end of the party, and yuna and sunoo's efforts were pitiful.

"screw it. we're trying again at another party next week," yuna groaned. she disappeared into the kitchen for a bit, and i had nowhere to go.

i got a drink and sat on the porch, waiting so yuna could drive me home.

"is this spot taken?" a guy asked, smiling at me.

"no, no. go ahead." i blushed furiously, hoping the darkness would make it less noticable.

"what are you doing out here alone? it's chilly, you might catch a cold." he said, looking at me.

"i'm just waiting for a friend. and it's not the arctic, i'll survive," i joked. still, he put his jacket around my shoulders. i couldn't help but notice he was sitting so close, our thighs were touching.

we talked some more and i found out his name was niki. we were in the same grade (how did i never notice him before?).

i suddenly got a text from sunoo:

you ok? yuna's still in the kitchen, we can leave if u want rn

i quickly texted him back and turned off my phone, not wanting to break my conversation with niki.

"is that your boyfriend?" he asked.

"sunoo? nah, he's like my brother. he was just asking where i was." i explained.

"oh." he said.

we talked for a bit more, until he saw the time.

"i had no idea it was this late. do you live close? i can walk you home."

"my friends are giving me a ride, so it's okay." internally, i screamed.

"oh- um, your jacket. here," i took it off, and i was suddenly aware of how cold i was without it. he noticed, of course.

"keep it for now. you look good in it, too," he said.

"thanks," i mumbled. why was i so awkward?

niki leaned over just a little to kiss me on the forehead. he was so close, i could count the moles on his face.

"i'll see you around, yeah?" niki asked, smiling once more. and then he left.

"earth to y/n? hello?" yuna waved her hand in my face, scaring me.

"ack! yuna, what the hell?" i said.

"you were standing there like a deer in headlights. we're leaving, finally." sunoo said, behind her.

"i-i was?" i asked, dumbfounded.

"who's jacket is that?" yuna frowned, looking at the black jacket draped around me.

"no. don't tell me." sunoo gasped, immediately giggling and teasing me.

"the jacket? y/n spaced out? she was here the rest of the night, with a guy! i knew we hadn't dragged her along for nothing, yuna!" he said, clapping his hands.

"maybe. i dunno. his name was niki." i said, sighing.

yuna gasped.

"niki? the kid that barely shows up to school? no. freaking. way." she said.

"what? you wanted me to find someone, right? well i was able to do it on my own, thank you very much." i said proudly.

"right, but you found niki. there's a difference," yuna sighed.

"what do you mean? he was nice when we talked," i shrugged.

"have you seen his friend group, y/n?" sunoo asked.

"well, no."

"y/n, they will eat you alive," yuna begged.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"jake, the playboy, is like his brother. and there's jay, and heeseung, who take cute girls like you and destroy their hearts!" yuna whined.

"what? no way. niki's not like that. just because you hear things, doesn't mean they're true, yuna," i shook my head.

"fiine. but we're warning you. we just don't want to see you heartbroken over a guy," yuna explained.

"i finally spoke to her!" niki rushed to his hyungs, who were sitting around the couch.

"i still can't get over how goody two shoes she sounds," jay said.

"jay, shut up. so how'd it go with y/n?" heeseung said, smirking at his younger friend.

"she's just as nice and pretty as i thought. her hair smelled good, too," niki said thoughtfully.

"perv!" jake threw a pillow at niki, laughing.

"hey!" niki blushed, thinking of his kiss on your forehead. was it too awkward? too natural? could y/n suspect that he had been crushing on her for a month, from afar?

"did you get her number, at least?" jake asked.

"well, no. but she has my jacket, so i'll have to see her some time or another," niki said proudly.

"this means you'll be showing up to school more often, right?" jungwon asked. he was the responsible one in the friend group, and was growing increasingly concerned by niki's frequent absences.

"i guess." niki shrugged, wanting to avoid this topic.

"you can't do this forever, you know. you have to graduate before comitting to your dream- at least show up enough to get your degree. i can't have you spending the rest of highschool in a studio." jungwon frowned.

"what are you, my dad?" niki joked.

"he's right, you know." heeseung spoke softly.

"okay, fine. maybe i will," niki said. how did the mood turn upside down?

"psst! did you do the weekend homework, y/n?" i felt a tap on my shoulder from behind. i turned around to see yeseo looking urgently.

"yeah, i-" i stifled a gasp. a couple rows behind yeseo was niki, from the night before.

"uh, yeah, i did. here, take a look if you need." i passed the paper to yeseo, slowly turning back around. even when facing the board, i could feel his eyes staring at the back of my head. what was happening? school hadn't started long enough for me to notice all my classmates yet, much less would i notice someone who hid in the back corner. was niki always in math class with me?

brrrring! the bell rang, and it was lunch time. i quickly caught up to niki before he could slip out of class.

"niki- remember me? y/n? the party from the weekend?" i smiled awkwardly at him.

"of course!" he smiled brightly.

"your jacket is in my locker somewhere. wanna walk with me to get it? i asked nervously.

"yeah, lets go!" he said.

seriously, i was oblivious to some things, but there could have been no way i missed niki's presence at school. even when we walked through the halls, his giant self towered over the students. that's how tall he was.

"how come i haven't seen you at school often?" i asked him.

"oh, well, i have busy extracurriculars, and i'm in this training thing. no biggie, just causes me to miss school sometimes." he explained lightly.

"oh. well, here we are." i opened my locker to reveal his jacket. i reached in to grab it and give it to him.

"thanks!"

"yeah, no prob. thanks for letting me borrow it."

"of course! also, i almost forgot. can i get your number?" he touched the back of his neck and looked away, while handing me his phone. this shyness wasn't something i could have guessed was in him. i typed it in and we said our goodbyes, and i made my way to the cafeteria.

"niki is in math with me and yeseo." i dropped my backpack and lunch onto the table i shared with yeseo and sunoo.

"what?" yuna and sunoo said, simultaniusly.

"of course! you didn't notice, y/n? he shows up like, once a week, but he's been in our class for a bit." yeseo casually said.

and then i explained the whole party thing to yeseo, with yuna and sunoo filling in.

"so that explains why he was staring at you the whole time." yeseo spoke.

"well, yeah," i said, blushing.

"so? do you like him?" yeseo asked.

"i don't know yet! maybe? he's nice though, like really nice."

sunoo nodded, softening up.

"i know jungwon, who's in his friend group. niki sounds okay, actually." sunoo shrugged. "but there is jake, who yuna mentioned at the party. he's good friends with niki, and we all know the rumors about how he likes to lead girls on." sunoo frowned.

"niki wouldn't play me like that. haven't i told you guys, how sweet he is?" i explained.

"well, i think he's cute. kind of scary and intimidating, 'cause all he wears is black, but he'd be good for you y/n," yeseo said.

"another full marks. good job, y/n." i heard my teacher say, handing me back my math test.

before class ended, mr. lee called me over to his desk. i noticed niki was there, too.

"y/n over here has been doing exceptionally well in math recently."

"thank you, sir." i said quietly.

"would you mind tutoring for this student, y/n?" mr.lee pointed to niki, standing quietly and playing with his hands.

he proceeded to explain to me the extra credit points, involved, timing, and all of that boring stuff. this time, niki didn't smile at me, not once.

around evening i decided to text him.

y/n: so tutoring, huh?

he responded almost immediately.

niki: yeah y/n: my place at 6? niki: k

was this really the same niki from before? he was being weirdly dry in our texts.

"well, you wanted to get close to her, right?" heeseung said sympathetically.

"but not like this! besides, nationals is coming up. will i even have time for tutoring?" niki groaned.

6 oclock came, and niki was running late. he had stayed in the practice studio for longer than expected.

"aeri, i gotta go."

"10 more minutes. we gotta get this move perfect, if we wanna win," the girl aeri said.

"alright," niki said.

i paced around, suddenly a nervous wreck. did i give niki the right address? did he forget it was today, or should i remind him that he's late? i ended up deciding against it, not wanting to show that i was bothered. if he wasn't going to show up, that would be him and mr. lee's problem, not mine.

minutes later, i heard the doorbell.

i opened the door to see niki sweating like he just ran a marathon.

"you're late."

"i know, i'm sorry, i got caught up with something."

"it's fine. we'll study in my room, so bring your stuff." i tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but niki looked genuinely sorry, so i didn't want to press matters.

the tutoring went surprisingly well, although it seemed niki always had something else on his mind. there was no doubt he was a smart kid. his absences from school obviously resulted in his bad grades in math, not because he was dumb.

these tutoring sessions started to happen more and more often. and niki only showed up late a couple times afterwards, but we got closer, and i found out why.

niki was training to be a professional dancer once highschool was over. he had been dancing his whole life. all the late night practices in the studio, missing school, and even nationals, it was for his dream.

niki yawned.

"practice today was four hours. can we just hang out, y/n? let's pick this up the next tutoring sesion." niki flopped on my bed. i laughed, seeing how small my bed looked all of a sudden, compared to him.

"okay, fine." i wanted to be more understanding, since i knew nationals was coming up for niki. like he read my thoughts, he said,

"y/n. come watch me perform at nationals." his eyes were half closed, and i was worried he would fall asleep.

i was taken aback. dance was something of a secret to the people around niki. people like yuna just thought niki was bad news, skipping school for fun, but it wasn't like that. that's why i had begun to understand that dance was a sensitive topic for niki. getting an invite from him was something i couldn't have expected.

"if you want me to, i'll totally come."

"of course i do, y/n," niki whispered. we were so close i could hear his breathing.

was now the time, niki thought? to tell y/n how he felt, and had felt even before they met at the party?

"y/n, i have to tell you something."

"yeah?"

niki took a deep breath.

"yn, i-" and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"mooom," i whined, seeing my mother come through the door.

"niki! oh my goodness! y/n told me all about you, i didn't know you were here tonight!" my mom waved to niki, bringing a plate of apples.

"here. you two can share the snack while you study," she said.

"actually, it's okay ms. y/l/n, i was about to head out."

"oh! i see. well, if you haven't eaten dinner yet, we have leftovers, feel free to have y/n give you some to take home."

"thank you so much."

niki started packing his things. i was worried, had i said something wrong? then niki started reaching into his backpack, digging for something. he pulled out two pieces of crumpled paper and handed it to me.

his ears were bright red.

"these are tickets. bring a friend, like sunoo, or someone. nationals is next week. come cheer me on," he said all this very fast, like he was trying to get over it.

i didn't know how to answer, so i stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek to say yes. i quickly looked away, so he wouldn't notice how red my face was.

"and what were you gonna say to me earlier, niki?" i asked.

"oh, i dunno. i forgot," he mumbled shyly.

"that's okay. ask me again, when it comes to your mind," i said

"this is a good idea, right?" i asked sunoo.

"sure." sunoo munched on a popsicle as we sat on the bus, on the way to niki's dance academy.

niki had been at the studio all week preparing for nationals. nationals was in one day, and i wanted to surprise him by bringing him some ice cream before the big day. i brought sunoo along for emotional support.

sunoo and i got off the bus and arrived.

"wow. your boyfriend must be good at dancing," sunoo said, looking at the huge studio building.

"he's not my boyfriend!" i blushed (although maybe i wanted him to be).

"sure, that's why he's so nice to you for no reason." sunoo rolled his eyes.

i looked at the studio company, and it was huge. like a professional entertainment company.

we entered, and there was a lady at the front desk.

"excuse me, what studio room is riki nishimura in?" i asked.

"sorry, no visitors allowed," she said in a monotone voice.

i looked at sunoo pleadingly, what do i do?

"actually, she's niki's girlfriend. it'll just be a quick second, she has to deliver something." sunoo said, pointing at me.

"oh. in that case, you have fifteen minutes. you're lucky, the dancers have a tight schedule today but they're on break right now," she explained.

i got my visitors badge and sunoo gave me a thumbs up. i shook my head at him.

"was lying the right move for this?" i whispered at sunoo.

"pshhh! it was hardly a lie. plus it's for the greater good. and don't be nervous! you've known niki for a while now. i'll be here, waiting for you."

"okay," i said, still getting a bad feeling from it all.

i made my way through the huge halls. i now understood why niki had taken his dancing so seriously at the academy. it looked like an expensive company, training the elite of the elite.

i found the room, and i could see niki through the tinted window. i didn't push open the door yet, because i saw that he was alone in the room with a girl. they were talking about something i couldn't hear.

they seemed to be talking in hushed voices, but i couldn't see the girl's face. but niki's face was serious and concentrated, looking at the girl.

and then niki hugged her, and stroked her hair. i didn't want to see the rest so i backed away and left.

"so? was he tooootally surprised?" sunoo looked at me excitedly, as i walked out of the hall. then he noticed that the icecream was still in my hand. i hadn't given it to niki, and it was starting to melt.

"oh dear," sunoo mumbled.

i could feel tears welling up as i explained to sunoo what i saw.

"that thing i agreed, about visiting niki being a good idea? i take that back," sunoo said.

"thanks, sun," i laughed halfheardetly. "yuna was right. niki is bad news," i choked.

"but you liked him so much! yuna's a drama queen, okay? well, i am too, but think about it before you jump to conclusions. i know jungwon, and i just don't think jungwon and his friends are the type of people to do this. yes, even jake."

"sunoo, i dunno." i looked down at my hands.

"i'm sure niki cares about you, either way. he opened up to you, and even asked you to see him perform. jungwon told me that he and his friends, jay, sunghoon, and all the others, have to beg niki to bring them to nationals every year. don't just drop niki like that, y/n," sunoo said.

"i don't know. it looks like he dropped me first," i whispered.

From niki:

ur coming right? y/n? hellooooo? ticket reception is starting soon i don't see u yet y/n?

i looked at his messages, head still blurry from yesterday. could niki really be this evil, stringing me along, probably like he was doing to the other girl at his studio? sure, we weren't dating, but we were friends. and do friends kiss each other once or twice? was i crazy to think we were more than that?

and suddenly i got a text from sunoo:

sunoo: im at your door y/n: WTAF?? sunoo: im driving u to see niki perform y/n: KIM SUNOO.

i threw on my bag and rushed out the door to meet sunoo.

"you're kidding. even after what he did to me, you're still taking us to see him perform?" i folded my shoulders at sunoo, who was waiting for me in his car.

"listen, i talked to jungwon. i'm-we're sure you got it wrong. i don't know what you saw, but we know niki likes you, like, really likes you. plus niki's kind of freaking out that you're not there right now. jungwon told me," sunoo explained.

"jungwon said this, jungwon said that. have you ever thought that niki, never once, tried explaining these things to me? why do i have to hear it secondhand through two other people? how unfair is that?" i said, tears forming again.

"i know, i know, but let's just go and cheer him on for now. you agreed to it, think about how confused he is if you don't show up. talk to him in person when we're there, yeah?" sunoo glared at me knowingly. "and if you really didn't want to see him, why did you bring your bag out, like you're ready to leave?"

i climbed into his car without saying anything, because i knew he was right.

"you're lucky he hasn't performed yet." sunoo said, finally.

niki's friends, jungwon, jake and heeseung greeted us at the entrance.

"y/n! nice to meet you. niki goes on in five," heeseung said.

"hi! jay and sunghoon have your spots saved inside, go ahead," jake said excitedly.

"thanks guys," i smiled.

niki's friends seemed nice and supportive. i would have to tell yuna this some other time.

"niki! you were amazing!!!" jake said, clapping niki on the back.

"our golden maknae! congrats on first place!" jay said, hugging niki.

"thanks guys, thanks for coming," niki said, smiling ear to ear.

"where's y/n?" niki asked sunoo.

"she was here a second ago," sunoo frowned. "wait no. i think she left right after you performed."

it didn't take long before niki ran out the parking lot, hoping to find y/n.

i heard niki call me before he ran over.

"y/n! you saw me right? i won!" niki grinned.

"i did, congrats."

and suddenly niki saw the expression on my face when i looked at him.

"did i do something wrong? was i worse than you thought i'd be?" niki joked.

"no. you were perfect," i said. even when i was mad at him, i couldn't lie. niki's performance was amazing. "i guess all that practicing yesterday at your academy payed off."

"thanks, it- wait. how did you know i was there the whole day yesterday?"

i said nothing.

"y/n, did you come visit me yesterday?" and suddenly niki's expression changed, like he knew, he knew who and what i was talking about and his confusion vanished.

"is this about aeri? oh god. let me explain. it's not what you think, really, it-"

i cut niki off.

"you don't owe me an explanation, okay?" i forced a smile to niki, but i could hear my own heart shattering. would i regret what i was about to say?

"i'm proud of you today. i really am. but i don't think you need me anymore, so you don't have to come over for math, and ever have to offer me your jacket again, and be nice to me when it's not in your heart. a true weight lifted off your shoulders, right?" i laughed harshly, unaware that this made niki's heart break.

and then i stepped away.

From niki:

y/n

please

before you block me let me explain

aeri, the girl you must have seen, is just a friend i've known since i've joined the academy

i see her as my sister

it was the day before nationals and she was stressed, its her last year at the studio and she really really wanted to win her category. she was crying and breaking down and i happened to be there for her as a friend

delivered 2 hrs ago

y/n?

my eyes were puffy from crying. i had clicked my phone off since i talked to niki. suddenly i heard soft tapping at my window. i wiped my tears to get a better view.

it was niki.

reluctantly, i opened the window so he could climb in.

"niki, are you crazy? it's 12 pm, my parents will kill me." i whisper-shouted.

"y/n, i'm sorry, i had to. did you get my message?" he asked me, looking at me pleadingly.

"what message?"

niki reached to my desk and grabbed my phone, handing it to me. i opened it to see missed texts and calls. mainly from sunoo, yeseo and yuna, wanting to comfort me, and texts from niki. i opened it and read it slowly.

"y/n." niki looked at me.

"i'm sorry," i whispered. sunoo was right. how could i have jumped to conclusions?

"it's okay, i know how it looked," niki replied softly. "but i have to tell you something."

"yes?" i wiped my tears that had formed again, this time out of guilt.

"i like you. i've liked you even before we met at that party, i noticed you in math from the start of the year, it's always been you and i'm so grateful i suck at math because it was an excuse to get close to you. i like you, a lot, y/n," niki finally said.

"i like you too." i felt relieved to finally admit it. "i like your charm and your secret softness, and that's why i freaked out yesterday, because i thought i got it all wrong and you never felt that way and i was wasting your time."

"hanging out with you is never a waste of my time," niki said.

we talked for longer, until i noticed the time and he had to leave.

"y/n, i have to ask you now."

"hmm?" i asked, tired from the long day.

niki grabbed my hand and held it.

"earlier i was going to tell you something. you told me to ask you again, and i'm doing it now. y/n, will you go out with me?"

fin <3

@gudetamaworld

[celestie0]

KICKOFF GOJO AND READER ARE SO TAYLOR SWIFT CODED I LITERALLY HEAD CANON THEM SINGING TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS TOGETHER IN GOJOS CAR IN THIER SHARED PLAYING THIER SO STYLE CODED IM GONNA CRYYY 😭😭😭

YESS THANK YOU FOR THIS BC MY KICKOFF PLAYLIST I MADE IS PRETTY MUCH JUST 60% TAYLOR SWIFR I GO INSANE LISTENING TO HER SONGS WHILE WRITING FOR THEM 😭😭😭

you’re sooo right they are massive style coded pls :””) also you didnt ask but i will take any excuse to talk ab blondie so i’ma just share a few of the other songs that remind me of them 🤣😭

style fosho is the THEME SONG, daylight (i had this one on blast while i was writing ch9 it just fit them so weeeelll), messagw in a bottle, snow on the beach (ughh this is the song i had on repeat during ch5 when reader realizes she has feelings for him), gold rush, hits different (omg the bridgeee reminds me of them sm especially ‘i trace the artifacts, cried over a hat, cursed the space that i needed’ is so reader coded haha), nothing new, the lakes (haha i love this bc of the line ‘i’m settin off but not without my muse’ since gojo is kinda her photography muse), how you get the girl (i alr know imma have this one blasting while writing ch10 bc cmonnn its time for gojo to stand there like a ghost shakin in the rain n fight for her affection again heheh), peace (i listen to this one from gojo’s pov to reader n it makes me sad :””)), slut! (the mid chorus ugh)

AGAIN IM SOREY IK U DIDNR ASK BUR I JUST HOPE UR AS HOPELESSLT OBSESSED W BLONDIE AS MUCH AS ME OR WLSE RHIS IS VERY EMBARRASSING HAHAH

[jiracheer]

Heyy! If you write for raihan (idk if u do I’m sorry) but may I req a raihan x reader (fem if u want with a overprotective Glaceon they grew up with?

authors note ; i do write for raihan <3 i love the idea of this omg thank u sm for sending in a request!! <3 i hope ur okay that i did hcs since i was havin a bit of a hard time writing what i wanted to put down </3

new year, new layout. hopefully y'all like it >:)

tags ; gender neutral reader / established pkmn (glaceon) / gen n humor / no beta we die like men

wc ; 948

❄️you've had your glaceon since it was an egg. it was gifted to you on your 5th birthday with the promise of it being your life-long partner

❄️so once you were old enough to explore the world, your now newly hatched eevee was by your side through thick and thin. you both participated in whatever tournaments were happening, and even went as far as to challenge the champion at the time

❄️of course, you lost, which was a bit hard to take at the time, but that leon kid showed a lot of potential- and it helped that he quickly befriended you afterward. your eevee was rather fond of him and his team, and so were you

❄️so when leon introduced you to his other friends; sonia and raihan, you were ecstatic. you really felt like you were part of something! and your sweet eevee was able to befriend their pokemon, and of course, them as well in the process

❄️there was just... one thing that was a bit off. when eevee was ready to evolve, and you gave it the choice to evolve, it chose to become a glaceon. which you were thrilled about! raihan though? not so much

❄️he wasn't as dramatic as other dragon-type trainers who despise ice types, no it wasn't that

❄️he was upset that your glaceon basically was copying him

❄️it didn't take long for you to notice how similar his headband was to glaceon's fringe. it honestly made you laugh for a good 5 minutes

❄️and when raihan, jokingly, snapped at you for laughing at his demise? that's when your glaceon really came into touch with her cold nature

❄️it was quick to nip at his ankle with a pretty cold ice fang, causing him to jolt and shriek at the touch

❄️and from there on out, your glaceon was pretty guarded with raihan, especially when he was around you

❄️you knew that raihan didn't mean to lash out like that, it was all in fun and games- and you knew he wasn't actually upset

❄️it's just.... your glaceon didn't understand

❄️and it got worse overtime

❄️anytime raihan would get near you, glaceon would snap it's teeth at him or hit him with one of it's attacks to get him as far away from you as possible

❄️but when it came to the others; leon, kabu, gordie, hop, and whatever other male. glaceon seemed fine

❄️it just had a problem with him

❄️and it only got worse when the two of you started dating, and it especially became a problem when you moved into raihan's apartment many years later

❄️"we need to figure out this... problem. with your glaceon." raihan seemed serious, which was rare to see

❄️"maybe you two just need to bond. see where it goes from there, rai." a simple kiss to his cheek made him sigh, but he knew he had to make an effort

❄️because you were really trying your best! you've spoken to your glaceon, sought out help from sonia and professor magnolia

❄️now he had to step up to the plate

❄️so for months would raihan try to hand feed glaceon treats, only to be swiped at, or risk the possibility of getting frostbite

❄️he'd take over it's daily walks only to be dragging it around the neighborhood

❄️social media really had a blast with that one

❄️he'd take it to all of it's appointments, he'd even go as far as to try to bathe it

❄️which he'll never do again

❄️this goes on for what feels like forever, and raihan simply... gives up

❄️he flops onto you, head nestled against your stomach with his arms wrapped around your waist

❄️"I think your glaceon hates me."

❄️a soft coo sounded from you, your hand found his back and rubbed it. "you're making progress babe... you are."

❄️all he could do is sigh and express his woes to you, confessing to you that he wants to get along with your glaceon for the sake of your relationship. he loves you, and he loves you deeply, and he can't imagine anyone else that he'd rather spend his life with

❄️his words warm your heart and makes you kiss him, bringing him closer to you if possible

❄️raihan leans into your touch and sighs, mumbling how maybe he can ask his fans for advice- but he shudders at the idea. yeah no, he isn't doing that. that'll ruin his reputation

❄️just as he's about to push himself off of you, he feels pressure on his back. he thinks it's your hand but he holds his breath when he feels a familiar brush of cold air against the back of his neck

❄️you're just as quiet, also holding in your breath as you witness your glaceon pad over raihan's back to prop itself on his head to look at you, a soft cry sounding from it

❄️it was hungry

❄️you and raihan exchanged looks before you questioned your partner pokemon

❄️"are you... hungry?"

❄️a sound of agreement

❄️"then let's go eat dinner." raihan is who speaks next and he half expects a sound of disagreement from the ice type, but it never comes. instead, it jumps off of him to patiently sit on the floor, tail waving in the air

❄️you're just sitting there, baffled. raihan can't help but be just as surprised

❄️"see? I told you you're making progress."

❄️a sigh rings deep from dragon-type leader's chest, but a toothy smile appears on his face. you were right. he was making progress, and hopefully soon it'll blossom into a good relationship with the pokemon

❄️because he wanted to take your relationship to the next level, and he wanted glaceon's approval

[madebysimblr]

hiatus time babey

Wow! The end of Sorella's teen years are finally here! In October 2021 I decided to take a break from the main Cortes Legacy and do a side story that I thought would only take me a month to finish. Anyway I finished that in March of 2023, and in the interim I've had Sorella's teen story on my mind. I''m glad to finish it!!

SO WHAT'S NEXT!?

Well first off, I want to take a bit of a break. Recharge the simblring batteries. So my intention is to take the rest of January off :) However in that time I will be doing a few things simblr adjacent here are my hopes:

Update the Family Trees! this is a fun activity for me so I should get this done on an off day :)

Resume work on my legacy map. I started painting one earlier this year, and stopped when a new world was announced. I want a good visual map for the way my sims 4 worlds are set up in me head!!

Character Pages. Since my legacy is turning 7 years old (holy shit) next year, it's a bit long. And I'd love to have generation specific character pages so new people don't have to start from the beginning. There's a lot of lore.

Probably Release Some Poses! I have 200 odd poses I made for Sorella's teenage years, and I know there are some useful ones. I'll try to sift thru them soon and package a few accordingly :3

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I have an idea for another 'side story' that I'd like to do. Which will probably be what I come back with, and then it's back to following Sorella. She's in the city, she's doing what she loves, and it should be a BLAST! And there are more musicals she is destined to be in 👀

And on a kinda sappy note, for a long time this side blog has been very much the forgotten about little sister to my main. I'm really glad that between Princess and Me, and the writing group I'm in now- there's some serious love for this silly little story I run ;__; Thank u sm for that.

💖anyway, see you again soon :)

[ninlilwinds]

hi again!! thank you sm for doing my request(the cuddling one), i loved it a lot💜 if it isn't much could i request platonic venti, scaramouche? xiao and childe x fem best friend reader with the same prompt as the girls when they hear someone insulting their lover but it's the best friend one this time? i hope this is clear and if not excuse me cuz english isn't my first language😅 have a lovely day!!

Character Defending Fem! Best friend! Reader!

Hi thank you for the request! Of course here you go! I hope you like it! And don't worry English is not my first language either so any mistakes I make please let me know!

Plot: Character hears someone speaking badly about their best friend. How will they react? Also, at the bottom I will have a link to a similar prompt where it's genshin girls and their girlfriends! Check that out if you have the chance!

Characters: (In order) Venti, Scaramouche, Xiao, Childe

Warning: Not Proofread.

Venti  

I don't see Venti getting too offended at first. He knows it's just words of mouth and don't hold much significance.  

Soon they will be gone with the wind.  

But more and more people join in...well that was different now. A breeze was one thing, a strong  wind another  

After hearing the insults for a while by a guy you rejected earlier that day and his pals, Venti grew more and more impatient. He walked over and waved, "hello fellow friends! What are we talking about?"  

Everyone knew you were Venti's best friend. They'd often see you and Venti walking around. When it came to matters of you, he would have zero shame. He was willing to have his reputation ruined.  

"Oh nothing important."  

Venti's cold smile was unwavering, "Oh really? Well, who wants to hear a melody about evil backstabbers getting what they deserve? I'm getting sudden inspiration." He said taking his lyre out.  

As soon as he strummed the first few chords he wind around the group picked up, blasting their hairs in their faces and making them lose their footing.  

"Oh what's this? Best we all leave seems like a storm is coming." He said in a fake worry.  

They all ran out and walked off, a sudden tornadoes following after him. Venti heard your family voice down below and when he looked over the wall u had just finished talking to Amber and were walking into the city. The winds calmed and he smiled running over to you, "(Y/N)!!" He hugged you, and even though he knew you hadn't heard the insults, he still felt the need to compliment you, "You're amazing, dealing with so many low lives and waste of times you know. Maybe we should celebrate with some wine!"  

You glared at him, "This is just an excuse to get me to buy you a drink you suck up. I haven't even gotten home yet."  

"Aw come on (Y/N). It'll be fun~" He dragged you to the bar. This was going to be an interesting night  

He made sure those guys always had an intolerable wind following them.  

Scaramouche  

The way you and Scara became friends was odd. He found you as such an amazing person compared to his murderous and dark self. Being around you was refreshing  

There isn't one thing he wouldn't do to make you happy. Well, maybe some things but that list is very small  

So he isn't scared to put some people in their place 

The girl had always been your "rival". Well, you personally held no grudge against her, but she had always loathed that in training you were always slightly better  

"You know the only reason she is actually good is because that harbinger in on her side. Besides that she's worthless." The girl scoffed. 

Her friend looked around nervously, "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this here..."  

The girl rolled her eyes, "Oh what's gonna happen? Am I gonna hurt her feelings? Boohoo." She said sarcastically.  

Scaramouche stood behind her, his shadow looming over her, "I wouldn't let that happen. I'll give you five seconds to run, but only because I want some entertainment out of this." 

The girl froze and turned around slowly, "S-sir, I can explai-" 

"One."  

"Wait I didn't mean to-" 

"Two."  

The friend began to ran, the girl too frozen in fear to move.  

"Three." 

That snapped the girl out and she began to ran as fast as she could. She turned the corner and you could hear her whimpers outside. Scaramouche counted the four in his head and he was about to begin the chase when you came into the room. 

"Oh hey Scara. Why did that girl run out of here so scared. You're not being a jerk again are you?" You crossed your arms.  

Scaramouche knew if he told you why she was running, you'd find out about the insults, but maybe that would be a wakeup call, "She was speaking ill of you."  

You frowned and remained silent then smiled, "Well thanks for defending me, but next time don't threaten them with death. It’s not that serious and I already know she hates me."  

What you said didn't sit right with him. No one should be bath mouthing you. But as long as you were ok, he would stay out of it. Away but close enough to intervene at any moment 

Xiao  

Wow this is hard. How would he react? I mean who would even dare insult you knowing you have a vigilant Yaksha on your side 

But someone staying at an inn, someone who has too much pride, bumped into you. You were carrying a tray of Almond Tofu for Xiao and you spilled it all over her 

She was furious and insulted you for a bit but then stormed off to a balcony to talk with the other friend she was with  

"First day here and I'm already meeting the waste of breaths that Liyue has. I should've stayed home." She huffed. 

"I know right. I mean you were right there. Is she blind or something?" Her friend agreed.  

The girl shook her head, "I'm filing a complaint. She looked like an employee. I hope her clumsy self loses her job."  

Xiao at first stayed away from it, but then he saw you coming up the steps towards the balcony, and he knew you'd be upset. So, he did the only thing he knew how to.  

Putting his mask on he appeared in front of the girls, "Leave." He said. 

The two girls yelped in surprise and stepped back, "Who are you?" 

Xiao took his spear out. Apparently his point wasn't coming across clearly enough. He pointed it at them and then after a long pause he repeated himself, "I said, leave."  

The girls both looked at each other and ran away, back to their rooms.  

He swore never to hurt a human, but those two girls were making his promise very very hard to keep. Are those things considered humans? More like monster in human flesh.  

You finally made your way up the steps with a fresh platter of Almond Tofu, "Sorry I took so long. I had a small inconvenience." You said walking over to him. 

He gratefully accepted the tofu you, "I know." He stated coldly, still bitter. 

"Ah I don’t pay much mind to it." You waved it off, "People like them are all...very rude."  

They didn't stay another night, and never filed that complaint. They ran out of the inn in the middle of the night when Xiao decided to scare them. He couldn't hurt humans directly, but scaring them wasn't on the list... 

Childe  

He wouldn't tolerate it under his watch. Nope. 

Those people better get ready for some "friendly sparring"  

It was a friend of yours that had recently had an argument with you, who was now speaking badly about you to his sparring partner. The partner only nodded in some points he agreed with, but that was enough to get him punished too  

"I mean she thinks she's all that, but she really isn't." Your friend said, "She lacks in so many areas and really she isn't that smart at picking up clues. She just needs to leave the Fatui. She isn't even fit for this job. She can barely hold her weapon." Your friend ranted.  

His sparring partner eyed Childe warily. He had entered during the middle of the fight and your friend hadn't noticed him at first. Childe crossed his arm with a cold smile, as if daring him to continue.  

"Um..." The partner parried one of the moves and then called timeout, "I better go."  

Your friend scoffed, "Go where?"  

"Away from here." He pointed towards Childe and then packed up quickly leaving.  

The color from your friends face drained. How much did he hear? He knew Childe. He had hung out with him when you two were together not to mention he's a harbinger. And he also knew how fond he was of you.  

Childe took his dual swords out, "Why not a friendly spar, comrade?" His smile took a devious turned.  

"Sure..." Your friend slowly took his sword and held it at the ready.  

The fight began and Childe held back a lot. He never let out his foul legacy despite how much he wanted to use it. He knew it'd do more harm than good to himself and wasn't worth it. He finally gave his all at the end hitting your friend so hard he dropped to the floor panting 

"Done already?" Childe stood over them, "How disappointing." He turned around, putting his blades away, "And in the future, I would suggest you don't speak so ill of (Y/N). Or anyone."  

In the little bit of strength your friend had, he nodded. And with that, Childe walked away, not spending another minute in the same room as him.  

He had your friend transferred away. As upset as you were about him leaving without you guys making up, once a backstabber always a backstabber. He didn't trust your friend to better himself. And so you barely saw your friend again  

[eric-the-bmo]

eep I'm bad at thinking of questions, any fun facts about your characters??? ooh or actually I've just been discussing music, what kinda music do your characters listen to?

[this might be rambe-y im so sorry lmao]

oooh!!! yes i like this one, Music Time

John listens to folk punk and whatever genre Lore Huron and Hozier are. (also a bit of vocaloid, solely because of Shelby)

Theodore listen to like. Cool electronic music. Haven't determined the exact genre but its very Computer

Once again I don't know the genre but I think Leo doesn't quite have a favorite genre? Since his memories got blasted he's not quite sure anymore, but in my brain I associate him with Matt Maeson a lot since I was listening to his songs a bunch when creating him.

Annabelle's setting has a 1920s kind of vibe (at least the kingdom she lives in does), and so she enjoys that kind of old-timey jams!

Ven and John actually have like, really similar music tastes, sans the vocaloid bc it doesnt exist in Ven's universe. Folk Punk is Ven's guilty pleasure

I... I don't think Apollo listens to music. Like I dont think the City has any save for idk, Latin choirs or whatever.

....has Rhidian even heard music since he became a Nothic. bro does he know what that is /hj

Murmur listens to like. So much vocaloid/pop/electronic music. They love it sm they blast it near 24/7 into their earbuds

hmm Fun Facts (a mix of Character and Developmental):

Theodore admitted during the White House Heist (have I even told yall about that) that he's been thrown out of a window before

Theodore's got a roommate named Steve and like. He was only around for the first session and I miss him sm, that guy was great

Theo please stop skipping your fucking classes

Ven likes peppermint tea. Peppermint tea is also known to help with headaches, which he gets a lot!

Shelby was 22 when she met John (aka hit him with her car)

Shelby was also intended to be a self-insert when I first made her; she was the Mundane for MoTW, but then I got to wondering "what if she and John were friends" and the rest was history

She's also a twitch streamer solely bc i realized she needed a job and that was the funniest option to me

John's limbs are very long in proportion to the rest of his body! His arms are like, Super Long

Rhidian dislikes touch; not only because it's been a Very Long Time since anyone's touched him, but also because he wants the first person he touches to be his girlfriend- once she gets a physical body, of course (they are going to hold hands and kiss <3)

Annabelle is So Adamant in the fact she's not part of Warrick's family; she's his secretary, and not his daughter, thank you very much- but she always participates during Family Game Night

She also would like collecting vinyls :-)

Leo's heterochromia happened because I couldn't determine which eye color he should have, and so I gave him Both

His eyes have become my Favorite Thing about them, and there's like. So much symbolism in them dude. I'd ramble more but my fellow VtM players follow me here.

On the subject of Leo, he was originally created in 2020 as an entity that lived in TV static and would try to drag people in, as he was desperate for company- as you can see, he's changed A Lot from his original concept

Leo's original concept has since been recycled for a potential Rapture Heights monster that I've taken to calling Hijack.

Apollo and Leo both have a habit of holding their hands together when they miss their partner/exes- and it's actually a habit I myself have picked up.

John's whole NotDeer thing started because I had told a librarian about him, and admitted I didn't know what kind of monster he was yet- and she asked if he was a deer monster due to his last name. Thank you Ms Librarian u changed his entire trajectory thank u <3

Did you know there's a visual novel about a character also John Doe? He's eerily similar to mine in terms of visual, I think

Valentine was created after/ while I was reading the DIE comic series- the main character's scene in prison was the main inspiration for him.

Due to enchantment magic having the potential to be used for Awful Things, I explicitly made Valentine to be a sex-repulsed asexual, and intended for him to be aromantic as well.

Valetine killed Velma (yeah, from Scooby Doo) during his one-shot

Oh, and fun fact about me: in my dnd server, I'm the reason there's a rule stating that one-shot characters need to be able to breathe <3

[livingemkayde]

Hi Mac! I request “director’s commentary” for Between Blurred Lines and also if u want, Chaser? I loved both fics sm 💘💘💘 :)

hi there anon!!!

thank you for requesting this! between blurred lines and Chaser are some of my favorite fics i've ever written!

directors cut of each under the cut!

between blurred lines

in terms of the director's cut...dbf!joel has always been a favorite trope of mine and it was actually one of the first tropes i wrote for joel.

i wanted to give it another go since ive been writing for a while and though it may not be noticable, i feel like my writing style has changed a bit since summer. i decided to try out a mix of dad's best friend and best friends dad type situation and i think it was a fun play on the trope (thank you bec).

i am super particular about the way i write dbf!joel, and im glad that you liked it. honestly it's personal preference that in an age-gap situation, reader makes the first move and i think a lot of my fics reflect that!

it's always a blast to explore that trope further. thanks for asking!

_

Chaser

in terms of Chaser, i LOVE writing tommy and joel when set in a pre-outbreak/no-outbreak setting! chaser was actually originally going to be a one shot, but i couldn't help myself and left it off on a surprisingly successful cliffhanger ending which i initially thought was kinda just funny lmao.

chaser was an amalgamation of a bunch of ideas i had sitting in my google docs for a while. i wanted to explore the babysitter x joel trope in addition to the brother love triangle trope that i am still oBESSED with, so i thought no better opportunity than to put it all together!

i have gotten a lot of messages about chapter iii. diced and the way i wrote chapter iv. tacit (thank you to everyone sitting in my inbox the fact that i never finished chaser makes me want to cry, im so sorry).

anyways... diced was SUPER fun to write. i think exploring tommy and joel's underlying relationship from what we have seen in tlou and tlou2 has always been interesting to me. i have delved a little deeper into this in this ask. but, i enjoyed watching the tension between the brothers and the different interpretations of their relationship especially after the show came out. the addition of 'Kin' to the tlou storyline was, imo, such an impactful decision by the creators and sort of solidified their tuly complex relationship (as are most siblings). by no means is chaser a professional nor serious commentary on their complex relationship, but i did enjoy exploring the family dynamics of the Millers.

tacit, to me, was the 'turning point' in their relationship, kind of a very blatant representation of the miscommunications that reader and joel struggle with. they both THINK the other wants different things, whether that be Tommy, Caroline, or each other is never specified which was (hopefully) done in a purposeful and impactful way. it was also the first time (i think) that i wrote a true POV switch and people seemed to really eat that shit up! i hesitated on POV switching because in a weird way, this was a story that felt extremely reader focused to me and I thought the mystery of what Joel was thinking added to the plot building.

thank you for asking about chaser! sometimes i get a little self conscious about the early writing because it was during my fairly new era of being on tumblr so i had a lot to learn in terms of storytelling. though its not finished (update coming soon) im really proud of chaser and its honestly where i got alot of you followers!!

i hope this was a sufficient directors cut for you sweet anon, thank you again for asking!

[spookyserenades]

I absolutely LOVE the first Drabble sm!! And on JK’s birthday! Great timing! I find their pov’s so interesting bc up until now we didn’t really know what they were thinking. How they thought about her and the situation in general. I’m sorry, but the fact that yoongi is already jealous and tae already has butterflies-

she’s already one them on I mean come on, namkook need time ofc. Jin wants to m kw everything about her it’s just so sweet :’) I find it interesting how jimin is different from all the hybrids bc he was around humans more at the park and was trained in some way. The striking differences between upbringing explain a lot abt their characters. Namkooks thoughts tho, jk just wants to fish anyone out who might be dangerous it’s a defense mechanism, i can’t imagine what’s he’s been through :’( Namjoon’s thoughts in this Drabble were similar to what he said to y/n during his fight with tae in chapter 7. So does he truly think she’s like that, in some cases I think she’s naive and way in over her head, but she didn’t have many options and she’s been taking everything pretty well which hobi admired her for. Namjoon hasn’t gotten to know her yet so we’ll see how his opinion of her will change. Anyways ty sm for the Drabble, i may be slow when reviewing since my semester is starting soon :’( but when I get the time to I’ll read and write my thoughts for you author bc i know y’all writers need feedback it’s important. Anyways luv u ❤️

AHH thank you sweetpea! And thank YOU for sending in the idea, it was a blast to write something from the hybrid's POV and very refreshing. 🥰💓 I also think that learning about some of their certain thoughts surrounding their situation living with MC was interesting, and fun to reveal to the readers!

Namkook definitely needed more time to warm up to MC than some of the others. They'll slowly come around (we saw it in more recent chapters!) but it'll be so sweet to see them grow closer to her. Seokjin!! He's really so interested in everything about MC, and sees her as sort of a mystery to figure out. As for Jimin, he has the most different upbringing compared to the other hybrids, so that's why he's a bit more "human" seeming to the rest of them. Jeongguk has had a crazy past, and trust issues are a big issue (you could call it a flaw, I suppose) for him. And Namjoon certainly thought MC was naive in the beginning, but I think he's beginning to see her strength in character and the similarities between her and her mother. Hoseok is outgoing and lively, and while he has his own issues, he recognizes how MC is doing her best to make them comfortable.

Again, thank you so much for sending in the idea, and sending me your thoughts on it! I'm wishing you a great semester, and I'm sending you lots of love! 😘

[wandaschaosx]

Just had an absolutely batsh insane dream

I woke up laughing lmao

so

It all started in a tennis court I was probably dropped off at against my own will, I looks around like damn this place boring af I want music.

So I see this speaker right ?

Crazy thing , I turn on some music and it’s playing and everything’s good , people vibe to it (as they should )

THEN THIS KID FROM MY SCHOOL COMES OUT OF NOWHERE

then it starts pouring rain so I decide to

Go outside ???, anyway there’s this really dark an ominous woods so I’m like “no thanks 😀” and then I go back and I hear this rap music that’s blasting at a frequency that could shatter glass and it’s none other than the spider verse soundtrack so I’m vibing until I realize it isn’t the spider verse soundtrack and it’s random rap that the kid from my school put on .

Everyone is PISSED so he starts getting all like “oh cry me a River and piss in it 🙄” so I’m all like okay rude and continue on.

It stops raining and I swear I literally blink and we’re all in this line, I see my friend (let’s call her watermelon I’m not disclosing any info sorry babes 💓)and I’m like oh “hey you here too” and she’s like “yeah lol “

Then I see my other friends let’s call her raspberry smoothie and I’m like omg come here (she’s in the back of the line ) and so I signal for her to come over and the person behind us gave us the nastiest look like I just 🔥ned his favorite store to the ground .

So I’m all like Oop sorry 😰.

I blink again and we’re in a tennis match

AGAINST PEOPLE FROM MARBLE FKING HORNETS

so I’m all like damn okay 😰 absolutely battling it out and then (hold on lemme Google sm real quick I forget his name )

ALEX

It’s Alex, alright so Alex is all like we should go upstairs lol and asks if we’re hungry (raspberry smoothie has disappeared and it’s just me and watermelon )

And me and watermelon look at one another like “??” There ain’t no upstairs to a tennis court wt-

AND IM TRANSPORTED TO A ROBLOX CLUB FOR A SPLIT SECOND WITH A TAYLOR SWIFT SHRINE IN THE MIDDLE (fearless era btw ) and I look around like

What

Then I see that other guy jay I think and we’re heading upstairs with Alex and Im like oh is this your uh

Room 😰

And their all like yeah lmao dwi

so me and watermelon are immediately getting bad vibes but like hey free food why not

By god’s grace

When I tell you

I walked in there

This room had the aesthetic of a back office in a GameStop that’s been running for 30 years on underplayed workers and road water . (I love GameStop absolutely no slander btw )

there was a really run down pc with a single chair (it looked like mine so I was all like ??wyd w my chair my guy ???💀)

and a bed with crumbs over it and a single closet

goodness gracious almighty if tony stark had not blessed me my soul would have been gone because when I opened that closet

It was a clear P L A S T I C T U B

of G R E A S Y P O P C O R N

with B T S McDonald’s fruit punch cups shoved into different areas of the popcorn

Looked like he really had to get in there to keep them in place ig

But I think what unsettled me more was that was the only thing in his closet

Like bon apple teeth or bonappetit as they say so my friends all like

What on gods green earth girl keep that in greasy groves

But I immediately say suit yourself because when in Rome am I right

5 star Gordon Ramsey approved I tell you

So me and watermelon sit down after that delectable meal and jay is sitting across from us and all of a sudden we’re on a plane??? Same positions but on a plane

And apparently I didn’t get the memo it’s 2023 because I saw myself in like 3rd person mode in a video game with raccoon stripes and the really stereotypical like 2000’s emo with the large bangs to one side and honestly I had no complaints

Beside the absolute horrendous lipstick I put on if you could even call it that

Lemme tell you sm, that lipstick came from the back trenches of early Sephora with a consistency so thick and melty I could have used it to butter a pan

So glad I didn’t taste it

All I’m doing now is “Oowhahahaah look at me emo ahaha “

Apparently my friend got a kick out of it and now I look like a single mother with her feral child

Then I woke up the end

[bluehwale]

excuse ur first unconventional encounters with ateez

OMG EACH ONE OF THE ENCOUNTERS ARE SO FREAKING GOID ND SO MUCH FUN TO READ LIKE I REALLY LOVED EACH ONE OF THEM hongs one was so cute like literally emo boy which is actually a softie !!!!!!

ND THE PARK SEONGHWA HELLO THE TIME I SAW THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE ONE ND THE ZOMBIE BRIDE IDEA OMG IBWAS LIKE YOUTH OF MAYYYY YAYYYY I Remembered THEIR FRST ENCOUNTER ND ITS SI FUN NOW I CANT GET PARK SEONGHWA AS HWANG HEE TAE ND ITS GONNA BE SUCH A NICE THING CUZ IM WATCHING YOUTH OF MAY ND OHHH ITS SO GOODDD

and then the yunho one it was so appropriate to his character nd the way he got a shoe thrown on his face like damm 💀💀💀 it hurts my man got hurt for being a gentleman 😞😞 but ut was nice ND THE JONGHO ONE MY GOD U MADE HIM SO HOT CAN IM EVAPORATING ND OVERALLY I really loved ur writing md it was such a refreshing thing to read after so long nd im so exhausted with uni hope U are doing well taking care of urself love u <33

the scream i let out when i saw ur ask— USER DIORWOO IVE MISSED U SM !!!! </3 THANK YOU SM FOR READING AND LOVING IT and yes hongjoong is the emo boy with disney princesses band aids all over his arms and has abba blasting in his black headphones 24/7 </3

YES IM SO HAPPY U GOT THE YOUTH OF MAY FIRST DATE SCENE REFERENCE !!/!:!:!:! SEONGHWA AS HWANG HEE TAE >>>>> MY WEAKNESS FRR I LOVE THEM SM (oh but i did nOT love the amount of tissues i used while watching that kdrama IT BROKE ME but in a good kinda way bc i loved it) PLS TALK TO ME ABOUT IT WHEN U FINISHED WATCHING IT

when i was writing yunho, i vividly imagined wooyoung shoeless on one foot while hurling the shoe straight to yunho AND I HAD TO TAKE A MOMENT TO LAUGH💀💀💀💀💀 AND YES JONGHO<3333 im a simp for that man so i reeally try my best when i write for him IM GLAD U LOVED IT<333 and thanku so soO much for saying that u enjoyed my writing bc it means so much to me u hv no idea❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

and omg pls dont forget to stay hydrated and eat well!!!! uni is important but i hope ure putting yourself first!!! it’s much more important for u to get enough rest <333 i ditch classes atleast once a week sometimes >:-D THANKU AGAIN FOR THIS ASK ILYYY<33333333