#also let me kno if you wrote it!!

[widevibratobitch]

so i am singing that vitellia in the end... but at what fucking cost.

'you gotta sing this softer'

'what'

'this is mozart'

'this is vitellia'

'this is mozart'

'im singing about how much i hate this mf and want him dead before the end of the day'

'this is mozart'

'i wanna murder a guy'

'this is mozart'

'...'

'softer. gentle. mozart'

'...ok'

[ranger-kellyn]

finally talked to my boss about needing time off and i'm almost mad at how easy that conversation was...like...he was so caring and understanding and like....wtf the fuck

[bylertruther]

heaven is here by florence + the machine is 100% a byler song btw. if u even care.

[livin4mybabes]

the one | lando norris social media au

paring: lando norris x reader summary: celebrating lando's podium result in silverstone warnings: none author's note: i had started writing this on saturday after he got the p2 and just today i finished it after the results of the race, i was really inspired because i wrote something long and i'm happy for lando's podium and it's my first time writing about him, so i hope you like it as much as me. again, english is not my first language so sorry if there are mistakes, you can let me know in the comments as well as your opinion, also remember that my requests are open!👀

You and Lando have been together for 1 year now and had met through Max. Not Fewtrell, Verstappen as you and he were neighbours, so he had seen you walking into your flat one time when Lando was visiting Max, and he swore you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

So, with a little embarrassment he asked Max about you.

"Max... you know; you have few neighbours here."

"Yeah, it's a really quiet place, so are the neighbours."

"Yeah, do you know them all?" he asked casually, hoping he knew you.

"Well, I told you there are just a few of us, in these flats, so yes. Most of them are couples." At that point Lando had lost hope, it meant you were probably living with your boyfriend. "Except for this girl, y/n who lives in the flat in front of us."

That's when Lando let out the air he was holding.

"Oh yeah, I saw her walking in." He said trying to sound disinterested.

"Well, as I was telling you. The simulator I just installed..."

From that day on, Lando would try to "visit" Max for the slightest excuse just to see you and talk to you, even a little bit until he finally asked you out.

"Here again? I think you already live with Max and Kelly." You jokingly told him as you stepped out of the elevator.

"It's just that I forgot a cable for my computer yesterday."

"Sure, well... See ya". You said as you put the key in your door.

"Hey, y/n, I wanted to ask you something". You didn't know what was wrong with him, he was between nervous, happy, he looked like he wanted to cry.

"Sure, are you okay?" You asked him concerned and walked closer to him.

"Yes, yes, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me for lunch? Or wherever you want?"

"Lando..." "It's okay if you don't want to, it was just a dumb question" He said interrupting.

"Hey, Lando. It's okay, I'd love to go out with you" You told him smiling.

"Really? Sure, sure. How about tomorrow at 3?" Lando so happy.

"Yeah, that's perfect. I'll see you tomorrow then." You walked up to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Lando couldn't contain his happiness, so as soon as he saw you disappear through your door he didn't hesitate to celebrate.

"Mate, what are you doing here?" Max said when he saw Lando at the door of his house and celebrating.

After that first date, more came until you reached the point where you are now, your relationship.

You had already attended a few races as you were still studying so it wasn't possible for you to attend every race, however, this time you would be there as this was a very special one for Lando, his home race so you would definitely be there.

Throughout the weekend, Lando had looked very good in practice so you were both very excited and more than anything, he was determined to finish at least in the top 5 but obviously the main objective was to win the race and there was nothing better than to do it at home.

Finally, qualifying day, had arrived and you were very nervous, obviously wanting your boyfriend to get pole position which, although it was a difficult task to achieve and even more with top teams like Red Bull, Ferrari and even Williams (surprisingly) but it was not impossible to get.

That day, you and Lando had arrived together at the Paddock, you wearing Lando's jacket which was clearly a size bigger than yours, as, unlike the previous days, this saturday was cloudy, typical London weather.

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"Good luck baby, I know you've got it" You told him as you gave him a short kiss before he put on his balaclava.

"Thanks love, I'll give it my all". He said smiling, you could swear his eyes had a special sparkle in them.

After that, you went to your place along with Lando's parents as you watched him put on his helmet, gloves and get into the car.

To your surprise, the car looked amazing, it looked like both Lando and Oscar were driving a Red Bull instead of the tractor they had been driving all season.

Lando had made it through to Q3 and it was in this where you were most nervous, not to mention his parents, everyone wanted Lando to get pole position or at least have both drivers on the front row.

It was the last seconds of Q3 and Lando was in last position, you swore you wanted to run out of there from nerves, until you saw that Lando had set a wonderful lap that had put him in P1 and you were about to celebrate, but you calmed down a bit when you saw that Max and Oscar had to finish their lap and these two were also likely to get the pole position.

Finally, they finished their lap and you saw that Max had taken pole position, leaving Lando in P2. You were happy for Max because he was your friend after all, but you were hoping that Lando would stay in that position, however, in the end you were very happy to see your boyfriend get a great starting position for tomorrow's race.

Finally, after Lando had finished his interviews, you finally saw him entering the motor home with a big smile on his face and you couldn't help but jump into his arms.

"You did amazing babe, I'm so happy and proud of you" You said into his neck as you pulled him tighter to you, and he hugged you the same way.

"Thank you love, I still can't believe it." He said as he pulled away from you a little to give you a kiss.

"Hey, hey, we want to congratulate him too." You pulled apart as you heard the voice of Cisca, Lando's sister.

You couldn't help but blush.

"Congratulations Lan, you did amazing". Cisca hugged him and you saw his parents smile proudly.

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And so his family congratulated him. Later, they had retired as they were a bit tired and had even offered to take you with them, but you declined saying you would stay with Lando until he left and he still had a few activities to do.

You left the Paddock around 9 going to the hotel near the circuit, both of you walking hand in hand.

"Thank you for being here, you don't know how much it means to me. But I did it better for you, you know? Maybe then I should get a present," he said playfully as he hugged you by the shoulders.

"Yeah? I think I'll consider attending races more often." You said taking his hint.

"I'd love that, but then, what do I deserve for today?" He said raising his eyebrows playfully.

"I've already given you congratulations." You blurted out playing dumb.

"Maybe those congratulations should be different, I think I know a place where you can give them to me."

"Landoooo!" You said as you blushed.

"Turns out you're shy now but not when..." Lando was interrupted by some fans coming up to you to ask for a picture.

It was Sunday morning when you were already in the Paddock and being his home race there were more marketing activities and obviously they have to review the strategies for the race.

The weather was a bit "better" than yesterday, but the only thing you would expect is for Lando to have a great race. He was much more motivated with the support of his family, friends, girlfriend and all the fans.

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The formation lap was almost over and you swore you wanted to throw up from nerves, you felt a horrible tingling in your stomach.

Finally, the race started and you were watching the screens in the garage and you saw how Lando had an amazing start passing Max in the first corner and you couldn't help but scream and celebrate like everyone else in the grandstands.

It was lap 4 and Lando was still leading, but unfortunately on lap 5 Max managed to pass him and Lando couldn't do much to avoid it. Despite this, Lando had a very good pace and unluckily for Max, he was having some problems so it wasn't really possible to make a big gap to your boyfriend.

The whole race was going very well for both McLarens who had very good race pace. It was the last few laps and they had changed to hard tyres, but you were a bit scared because behind Lando was Lewis on soft tyres so you feared that as soon as the safety car ended, he would overtake Lando, but it was the opposite as the car was going incredibly fast on these tyres.

It was the end of the race and Lando had finished P2 and Oscar P4, the whole garage was celebrating the team's results as they hadn't had a podium finish since Italy last year.

You and Lando's family made your way to Parc Femme, all smiling listening to the crowd chanting Lando's name and watching as most of the drivers like Max, Lewis, Oscar, George, Sergio, Carlos and others came up to congratulate him.

Lando came running up to you, first hugging his parents and finally hugging you.

"Babe, you did it amazing. Congratulations, you deserve it so much." You hugged him despite the barrier between you.

"Thank you love, I was so close to victory..." "Baby, you still did amazing, I can swear it was one of your best races ever. Now go to your interview, I'll see you in a bit." You smiled at him as you gave him a kiss and he pulled away.

Now you were watching as Lando stood on the podium and received his trophy, he couldn't contain his happiness and you swore you were about to cry. Later, it was late at night and you were still in the Paddock celebrating and you could tell this was going to continue for a long time as Lando, Max (Verstappen) and other friends had suggested going out to a pub so you would have to go and change into something better to go out in.

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You were just finishing putting on your heels when Lando stepped in front of you.

"It's 10 o'clock, I think we have time to do other things don't we?"

"I think so, you can start by gathering your clothes to put them in the suitcase". You replied mockingly, as you continued to put on your heels.

"Bebeeee, you know that's not what I mean" He pouted.

"So? I don't know what you're talking about". You stood in front of the mirror and Lando walked over to you grabbing you by the waist.

"You know, I want to f**k you." He said now shamelessly as he placed kisses on your neck.

"Landoooo" You moaned laughing.

"What? You asked me that." He said laughing and turning you to face him.

"Well, now that you said it, no..." "But baby" He said frowning.

"Lando, we're running late, but I swear coming back we're going to celebrate." You said squeezing his cheeks and kissed his lips.

"But I want it right now, please, I deserve it after what I did today."

"Wasn't it enough after what we did in the motor home?" you couldn't handle this man.

"You know when it comes to you it's never enough." He said pouting.

"No Lando, when we get back. Now come on I think Max is waiting for us outside."

"Y/n!" You knew he wouldn't stop complaining, but the best part would come at the end, and that is that underneath your dress there was a surprise for him.

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Indeed, Lando hadn't stopped whining the whole night you'd been out. He was very attached to you and even more adding the fact that he was already drunk, so he was the double insufferable begging you to go to your hotel, but it was partly your fault since you had provoked him more by dancing with him.

"y/n let's go baby." He said between your lips.

"Ok, let's go" You finally said, and you wanted to leave too.

"Really? Let's go." He said taking you by the hand, heading to your table to grab your bag and say a quick goodbye to everyone. He was anxious to arrive to the hotel.

Just as you arrived at your hotel room, Lando immediately put down the zip of your dress as he kissed you and directed you to your bed.

"You made me suffer all night." He said between kisses as he placed you on the bed and finally removed your dress being stunned by your lingerie.

"Shit baby, you don't know how you got me." You smiled at his words and pulled him to you kissing him.

"You don't know how much I love you" He said as he gave you one last thrust that brought you both to orgasm.

"I love you Lando, I'm so proud of you. You did amazing today, and I don't just mean the race." You said smiling and placing a kiss on his lips as you lay on his chest.

"You dirty... no, but, really, thank you for being here, it means a lot to me". He said as he pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss in your hair.

"I'm going to be with you in every way I can, to celebrate your successes, but also to support you when things aren't right."

"I know, and thank you so much for that baby. I love you." He said as he pulled you on top of him, sticking your chests together.

"I love you Lan."

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[thatdeadaquarius]

AI used on my story. Wow.

Well, it happened.

I guess they're talking about the AI mention I put in my summary for the story.

Because you know. I don't want my shit I've worked on for hours stolen. Like my writing of thousands of words and my multiple illustrations. Imagine. I'm so crazy for not wanting that. /s

I can't believe they were so fucking pissy abt that little detail they literally stole my work and now it's in an AI somewhere/everywhere.

With no credit or anything to me or my hard work writing it. I spent hours on this. I like Genshin and this niche AU enough to explore it and this is the feedback I fucking get.

Because someone had to like be political about AI??

Like literally just one hurt bastard who has probably never written more than a paragraph in their life, so now they gotta ruin shit for me and everyone else. Keep your miserable life to yourself. Or y'know.

Log off.

Also the catus tears comment? Dude get more creative. Oh shit sorry that's probably why you're so horny for AI.

ALSO NOT THEM DOING THIS FOR A GENSHIN READER INSERT FANFIC

Im sorry u obv kno i love this genre, i mean its my fanfic, but BRO 💀

Welp if it's literally going to make my story a target, then I guess I'll take it out for now.

This has seriously made me consider outright deleting this work. And that's something I never wanted to do to a fanfic if i ever wrote some. I was planning to just orphan it or smth instead if it ever came to that. But shit like this makes me wanna reconsider...

^^^ Well more like not continuing it i mean, but dont worry ill keep going if for nothing else to let them know im still writing abt genshin

I'm turning off guest comments for now. And leaving that one as a comment of shame.

Wish I could pin it tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Safe Travels in these dark times guys,

💀♒️

[rustys-lodge]

Heyyy! i was wondering if i could request a supernatural fic. Deand and sams little sister (10) has been having really bad nightmares and one night she wakes up in a wet bed. This fic would mean a lot because i struggled with this for a long time🤍🤍 Lots and lots of comfot!!

A/N: sorry for the delay, i accidently didn't save every time i wrote something so i had to rewrite it many times. Also ik the gifs dont match the story but id personally rather have a picture in my mind of who im reading about so yeah ❤️

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You had just woken up-jolted awake-in the dead of night when sticky pyjamas started itching your legs.

You sleepily pulled your leg up, your fingers roaming around to feel for the itchy part when realization hit you-You wet the bed. And as a storm of thoughts started hitting you, tears pooled down your face.

You didn't mean it. You didn't want that to happen. The things haunting your dreams took full control of you. Of your body. You didn't mean for this to happen. What will Sam and Dean think of you. What would they-

"Kid."

A little gasp escaped your throat before you went quiet. You blinked through the tears, still under the shock and fully unprepared.

"Get out, get out. Get out." You histerically shouted, pulling the covers up to hide your body. "Get out!"

But Dean's furrowed eyebrows showed no cooperation. He wasn't about to leave you. And his careful steps contrasting your harsh demand for him to go only showed that.

Your small hands gripped the covers harder as he closed in on you. "Kid, what's gotten into y-"

"Don't-"

"Don't ask me to leave when you obviously need my hel-"

"I don't. Please lea-NO"

A yell that you did not permit escaped your lips when Dean's thigh was only inches away from resting on the bed. "Don't sit! i-i-" A storm of choked up sobs welled up and burst . And it seemed like Dean finally understood when he sighed, understanding and sympathetic.

"Oh kiddo..." His hand gently went for the covers, which you held tighter, but he tugged at it a couple of times and you let go, bringing your legs close to your upper body, enveloping them in a defensive manner.

And just as if you weren't humiliated enough, Sam entered your room, a mixture of worry and sleepiness puzzling his features.

"She..." Dean hesitated, causing embarrassment to flush your cheeks and more tears to gather in your eyes.

"I...I'm sorry. I-I was having such bad nightmares and i-" You sniffled, unable to hold the tears in. "I don't kno-"

"it's okay...Honey, come here." Sam came over, holding his hand out for you to hold. "come here." He softly pulled you out of bed. "Let's go take a quick bath."

You followed Sam to the bathroom, and a shower and a fresh change of clothes later, you find yourself settled in between your pillow,ms, right beside Sam.

He handed you your little bunny when he noticed a change in your features. "Don't...think about it too much, pumpkin." Sam spoke. And it somehow arose that embarrassement and fear within you again. Your cheeks heated up. You were once again feeling the same you were earlier.

"I'm sorry that i caused you troub-"

Your little mumbled was halted when Sam cupped your cheeks, enveloping the entirety of your face. "We're sorry that you have to go through that every night. And that you had to witness the monstrosities of the world at such a young age."

You lowered uour gaze to the ground as he continued. "Please do not apologize to us."

Your brother shifted his body to lay on his side, facing you, and as you did the same, he wrapped his hand around your back, pulling you close to him.

"Nothing can hurt you now. I got you."

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I'm sorry you struggled with that ❤️❤️ i hope this fic brings you the comfort needed ❤️

[yanderu-deredere]

i think you mention that fujio is very beefy so could you do him and the other bigger yans reaction to a smaller darling and like she's wearing their clothes (alternatively their clothes and nothing else?)

a/n: awwwe i think this is so cute and also a really terrific way to die so anyway i loved this request! hope you loved the way i ended up writing it! also i only wrote for some of my taller yans + fujio (love me a short king) so if you'd like to see the other yans in a request like this, send one in!

warning: female reader as requested, size difference where reader is significantly shorter, mentioned scent kink in isamu's and mel's, thigh riding in soren's

emm fiala ★ profile

a lot of her fashion is skin tight clothing. the only thing she really owns that would be anything close to loose on her would be her biker jacket and, even then, it's still a bit on the tighter side

but, if she is that much larger than you, it would be larger than you

if you love going on bike rides with her often, she'd be the kind of sweet wife who'd always give you her biker jacket

she'd never tell you that it's becos it satisfies a possessive instinct inside of her that tells her to mark you as hers

she just likes you thinking that she's being nice and polite LOL

she's always had a problem with being taller than the average woman? and it's definitely been a problem for past lovers so she always worries that it'll be a problem for you

but then she sees what you look like naked underneath your clothes and, suddenly, she doesn't think that anymore LMAO

"Naughty girly, playin' with m'jacket like that." You saw Emm eye you up and down, that look in her eye only darkening as she walked towards you.

You just leaned further back, your face only getting hotter as the jacket fell open, revealing more of your skin and your breasts to her hungry gaze.

It was a wonder the jacket fit you so loosely. The sleeves even went past your finger tips. When it was on her, it fit her so snuggly. Then again, she was a head or so taller than you and she was so much more muscular.

She got on the bed, clicking her tongue as she opened the jacket even more, letting it fall off one of your shoulders and then the other, her mouth decending onto your neck.

You let her, of course, your head tilting one way to give her the space she wanted to mark you however she pleased.

"God, didn' kno' you were such a small li'l thing." She groaned, her crotch suddenly meeting yours, the rough of her denim against your bare pussy sending a zing up your spine "My li'l darlin', am'i'rite?"

You nodded, whimper leaving your lips as your hands scrambled to grab onto her shoulders, the sleeves of her biker's jacket bunching up at your elbows.

"Fuck." She huffed before pushing your knee down onto the bed and effectively spreading your legs apart, her other hand holding your other knee to her hip.

"Don'no why it riles me up so much, darl', but it does." She chuckled a little, all breathy and soft as she trailed her hand from your knee and up higher, fingers ghosting your thigh, admiring the way her palm looked so big against the side of your leg.

Then, her hand was on the very inside of your thigh, close enough to where you wanted her but not exactly close enough.

"You are my li'l darlin', aren't you?" She teased, her thumb brushing against your clit, rolling it under the pad of her thumb, hard enough to send sparks up your spine but not hard enough to really get you going.

So, of course, you nodded hastily, another whimper leaving your lips "O-Of course. Always your darling. Always."

She gave you a kiss on the cheek as a reward but, when your hips pathetically jerked up, she chuckled again and pressed her thumb harder down on your clit "My greedy li'l princess."

"I'll give you all ya' want an' more, I promise."

isamu lowell ★ profile

a lot of isamu's fashion is super plain. he doesn't really dwell much on what to wear. its whatever is the easiest to move around, the cheapest to buy, whatever looks good

a lot of his clothes are hoodies, sweatshirts, joggers, plain tshirts, etc. perfect things to steal, if you ask me.

if you're his mate or his darling, he'd be the type to always sneak his clothes into your clothes anyway. he likes the thought of you wearing his clothes but not for any possessive reason

he just likes his clothes smelling like you LOL after you wear his clothes, he wears them and it feels nice and comfy

if you wear his clothes with nothing underneath in a more provocative manner, however...

"Hey, I'm a little late for work, do you know where--" Isamu glanced into the room before the words he was saying immediately died on his tongue.

He stared at you, his fists clenching and unclenching.

You sat there, batting your eyelashes at him, the sweetest expression on your face. You were wearing the hoodie he had left on the bed yesterday, your smell and his smell mixing perfectly on the fabric.

It was so big on you too. You were swimming in it.

It reminded him so much of how much bigger he was than you, of how much you trusted him not to hurt you. He felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

"Mate." He groaned, his hands flying up to cover his face as his ears grew hot. When he heard you laugh, he growled "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." You had tittered out, enjoying his suffering all too much.

He didn't like that, didn't like how you challenged him, how you teased him.

Isamu stalked forward, frown on his face. You just giggled and spread yourself on the bed, letting him get a peak of what was underneath the hoodie of his.

Nothing.

He was never going to make it to work. But, honestly, it felt like the last thing that mattered in his mind at that very moment.

Isamu didn't even hesitate as he pinned you down on the bed, his suddenly sure hands wrapping your thighs around his waist and his lips meeting yours in a messy kiss.

As he manhandled you, his hoodie rode up in the scuffle, revealing your stomach and some of your breasts. Usually, the sight made him bashful. Instead, it made him even harder.

This was a side of Isamu you only saw when you really riled him up.

And, from the sound of the groan that left his lips, he was worked up. It was even more evident when he fished his cock out of his sweats and lined it up against your pussy.

When he pulled away from kissing you to stare down, it felt almost surreal. The way the tip of his cock almost touched your belly button. How he looked so big and thick against you like that.

You whined as you looked down too, pout playing on your lips as you ground your bare pussy against the underside of his shaft. "'Samu?"

Yeah, no, he was never going to make it to work.

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mel is a lot like isamu where a lot of the clothes he wears are really plain and he doesn't really care what they look like on him

unlike isamu, though, mel tends to run a bit hotter? so a lot of his clothes show off more skin. stuff like tank tops, jeans, flannel, etc. he doesn't wear things like hoodies often

he'd also be a lot like isamu where he'd love his mate or darling to wear his clothes often but he wouldn't beat around the bush about it. he'd be very upfront and just be like 'oh, you're going out? might be chilly, wanna wear a flannel of mine over your shirt?' or something LOL

i wouldn't say he's worse than isamu when he sees you wearing nothing but his clothes... he definitely becomes a bit insatiable

You grumbled as you felt someone reach into your t-shirt, broad calloused hands cupping your breasts and experienced thumb playing with your nipple.

Immediately, you knew who it was and your eyes fluttered open to see it really was Mel, smirking at you victoriously, his arm wrapped around your hips as his hand continued fondling your breast.

"Where'd you find this shirt, hmmm?" He muttered against the shell of your ear as he rutted his hips against your ass.

You just hummed, your voice a mix between a soft yawn and a whimper "The bed. I missed you."

"Figured." He grumbled "Smells like me and now it smells like you. Smells like us."

As he muttered that against your skin, you felt him lift the shirt up a bit more to reveal your breasts. The rather cold air of the room made your nipples pebble a little but Mel definitely had no complaints.

Though, the shirt definitely felt silly now that it was pulled so high on your torso. The neckline was slipping off your shoulders, pooling around your chest, trailing down your upper arm.

Mel just continued eyeing you like seeing you like that, with the shirt like that, was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

You laughed at how silly he was being but then he kept going "It's so much bigger on you than it is on me."

"Yeah, and?" You raised an eyebrow at him, your back arching when he pinched your nipple as retaliation.

"Reminds me of how much bigger I am than you." He clarified, pressing hot kisses against your skin.

You just laughed again and reached behind you to cup his growing cock "Why don't you show me exactly how much bigger you are?"

Mel definitely had no complaints as you slipped his already hard cock out of his jogging pants. Though, before you could guide him right to your pussy, he slipped it between your thighs instead.

You whined but looked down as he fucked his cock against your pussy once, twice, three times. You were surprised to see so much of the head sticking out in between your thighs.

"Fuck, darling, look at what you do to me." He groaned, grip on your breast tightening just a little bit as he pulled you tighter against him.

"Bet it'll feel better inside, hmmm?"

soren kumar ★ profile

he's a music ICON what do you EXPECT! HELLO? he needs to always be fashionable!

his outfits are definitely the more sleek type though. like button up shirts, turtle necks, leather jackets, skinny jeans, etc. a lot of expensive brands too like gucci and stuff who want him to wear their clothes

he'd be a bit ehhh about sharing his clothes. on one hand, cute! on the other hand, he'd be a bit worried becos what if they're outfits like he needs to wear for brand deals and stuff? so you're only allowed to get your hands on specific clothes of his LOL

well, maybe he'll make an exception if you're not wearing anything underneath...

"Oh, baby." Soren walked into his giant closet to see you sitting on one of the chaise lounges, sweater on your body "Is that the Chanel hoodie?"

You nodded, bashful expression on your face "Sorry! I shouldn't have--!"

"No, it's okay, it looks really good on you!" He immediately shook his head, grin overtaking his entire face as he sat next to you, his expression showing exactly how enamoured he was with you.

He pressed kiss after kiss on your face, his arms wrapping around you "You're so cute! I love how it looks on you!"

"You look like a round little lemon! Why's it so big on you?" He pressed a final kiss on your cheek before just simply pulling you onto his lap, his hands sneaking up into the hoodie.

It's when his enamoured expression turned into one of bewilderment before, finally, settling into a giant smirk.

"Oh, naughty baby." He pressed close and murmured into your ear as he positioned you to sit on his thigh, your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his denim "You're wearing nothing underneath?"

Your face simply flushed hotter, your expression shy as you held onto the ends of the sleeves.

Soren smiled and pressed a kiss under your ear and then another lower, lower, against your neck, to your collar. His finger pulled the hoodie down to expose more of your skin to his lips, so he could leave more of his marks.

"Let me show you exactly what I do to naughty babies like you." He cupped your naked hips and started nudging you forward, trying to get you to rude his thigh.

You just frowned and placed your hands on his shoulders, your thighs spread way too far to even properly hold yourself up. He didn't seem to be taking no for an answer though.

In fact, Soren was strong enough to just move you on his own, rubbing your pussy against his jean-clad thigh.

You whined out his name, half in complaint and half in pleasure.

Instead of listening, he just leaned close to mutter in your ear "As punishment, you have to cum against my thigh first, baby, then you can have my cock, okay?"

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

eun-jeong's outfits are very cozy; a lot of oversized stuff, cardigans, turtlenecks, sweaters, etc. not a lot of casual clothes like hoodies and sweatpants. maybe a lot of jeans?

but his jeans are the only things that are tight fitting. the rest have to be very loose

he'd be very happy to share his clothes LOL it's kind of like a concept in asian culture?

like the boyfriend shirt or whatever? so he'd be happy to do it! and his heart feels especially warm when he knows that the two of you match

but then if you get a bit more seductive with it... well, his heart might not be the only thing that's warm if you know what i mean LOL

When Eun-jeong saw you, oversized knit sweatshirt on your body, a sliver of your shoulder peeking through the neckline, he felt his heart stop in his chest.

You looked so lovely in the sweater but there was something about it being his sweater that made it all the more enticing.

"Is my sweater nice?" He approached you, gloved hands tracing the outside of your thighs, wondering why you were wandering out of his room in his clothes.

You just grinned sheepishly at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, your body cozy and probably warm with sleep from a nap. He always felt so bad waking you up.

But then, as his hands got higher and higher, slipping into the sweater, he realised that there wasn't anything else there.

His cheeks grew hot and he felt his ears turn bright red. He buried his face into the crook of your exposed neck, nose nuzzling into your collar bones.

"Now, what are you doing with nothing under this sweater, hmmm, puppy?" He muttered against your skin, breath hot and gloved grip only growing tighter.

You laughed and just pulled him closer, your lips brushing against the apples of his red cheeks "I missed you."

Eun-jeong didn't even hesitate as he hiked your legs up, his gloved hands holding you from behind the knees as he wrapped your legs around his waist and hauled you back into his bedroom.

Though, distantly, he couldn't help but notice that your legs sat a bit higher than his waist when he carried you like this. You were so small in his arms, so cuddly. Had it always been like this?

He sat down on the bed with you on his lap and, before you could say anything, his lips were on yours, his kiss soft and gentle as his hands traced your body, making sure that he didn't disturb the sweater.

"Oh, puppy, you should welcome me home like this more often."

fujio watanabe ★ profile

beefy beefy boy, built like a linebacker (whatever that means lol person who knows sports? could not be me?)

he'd prefer not to wear loose clothes but his proportions are kinda weird? so like clothes that would fit right around his torso would be too tight around his arms and clothes that would fight right around his arms would be too lose around the torso

people with big guns problems amirite

so all his clothes are REAL big for him. they have to be really loose around his arms which means they're really loose around his torso

either that or he just goes sleeveless with tank tops, vests, etc

his clothes are all like hoodies (with and without sleeves), sweatshirts, sweatpants, jeans, etc. really does not give a shit about fashion

when he wears tshirts tho, he rolls the shirt sleeves up LOL

neway, he's also doesn't realise that he has a thing for you being smaller but it's becos he's not that tall so he doesn't take note of people's heights unless they're super tall (so he can bust their kneecaps LOL)

definitely isn't surprised at this point though because everything about his darling turns him on

"What the fuck? Is that my tank top?" Fujio squinted at you from the couch as you passed by, his ever present scowl apparent on his face.

You stopped mid-step and turned your head to look at him, confused expression on your face "What? I always wear your clothes, baby."

As he tried to look back and remember if he'd ever seen you wear his clothes before, Fujio couldn't help but stare at how you looked now, with his tank top so loose over your torso.

First of all, he could feel himself chub in his boxers just seeing your side boob. The way the arm holes barely covered any of it, how the straps kept looking like they were about to fall of your cute little shoulders and-- wait, why is that tank top so long on you?

"Come here." He pat his leg and you trotted over, sigh escaping your lips.

When you perched yourself on his lap, that's when it really hit him.

You were small. So so small. He was used to being thick and muscly, used to always being the buffest guy he knew. But he'd never been that big. He was average height.

Yet, compared to you, he was so big.

"Fuck, baby, what the fuck." He moved you a bit so you faced him, your legs on either side of his hips "Dunno why but this shit's making me hard."

"Fujio!" You felt your cheeks heat up but Fujio just chuckled at you, admiring the way his palms looked so large against your waist when he held it.

Without any hesitation, he was pulling his cock out and pressing it against your stomach, watching with a renewed appreciation when he saw how deep it probably got inside you.

The tip didn't touch your belly button but, fuck, did it get close.

"Do I always hit so deep inside you, baby?" His hips lifted a little, his cock grinding against your lower stomach and smearing pre-cum against your skin.

You just pouted and blushed, your hands settling on his upper arms as you ground your hips down "Maybe."

He grinned at your answer before groaning and shifting again to push you down so you were laying beside him on the couch "Okay, fuck, I need to get inside you like yesterday."

[neochan]

≡ 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 (𝐇.𝐑𝐉, 𝐋.𝐌𝐇, 𝐙.𝐂𝐋, 𝐋.𝐃𝐇)

「 MEMBERS 」 ⋮ fae!mark lee, fae!huang renjun, fae!lee haechan, fae!zhong chenle ft. mentions of fae!jaemin, fae!jeno & fae!jisung

≣ content warning ⋮ some arguing but other than that, nothing.

≣ a.note ⋮ i'm thinking about turning this into a fic/series so like. . . please tell me if this interests you. i have characters in my head. plot. and everything. of course it would include smut but this is such a refreshing, fun, light concept. also i wrote this so fast so please disregard any mistakes.

≣ word count ⋮ 0.7k

"it's strictly forbidden."

chenle's glacial tone reaches through the depths of surrounding fae. it wasn't a statement; it was a command. one that no one would dare to break. except for -

"forbidden by a rule made thirty millennia ago." mark speaks up, shifting in the silver-backed throne, "by ancestors who are no longer in power, may i remind you."

chenle grits his teeth but bites his tongue. he couldn't disagree with mark, at least not out loud.

another boy yawns - his figure draped across his pure gold throne as if it were a couch. "i'm with lele. humans aren't supposed to step foot in high fae court."

renjun, another fae sitting off to the left, speaks up. "hyuck, sit. up. straight."

the younger boy grumbles, but obliges and rights himself. his boots hit the checkered tile with a loud thump that rings out through the open ceiling.

marks wings transition from translucent to a dark shade of purple when he stands up and starts pacing.

maybe they were right. it was forbidden. but wasn't the whole point of his role as the oldest high fae to change rules. better them? times have turned for fucks sake. didn't chenle understand that?

renjun pipes up again, "i think mark makes some good points. the rule is very old."

"oh shush up jun. you'll follow anything he says." a stony glare erupts on chenles face.

"sorry for wanting to progress our lands. i know you're still stuck in the past."

chenle all but leaps from his throne, "don't you dare speak of my past as if you know- "

"ENOUGH!"

marks command ceases all speech and the two bickering boys settle back in their thrones. chenle wants nothing more than to drag renjun through the dirt, but this was not the time, and one look from haechan solidifies that.

"this court was not made for arguing. do that later. right now we need to solve this issue." the purple wings flutter as a shiver runs through marks body, "we're running out of time."

"how are we supposed to decide anything with half a court?" haechan mumbles to no one in particular.

"jeno, jaemin, and jisung are caught up with individual matters." mark sighs, "since this is time sensitive, we have no choice but to decide ourselves."

"well i vote against it. having a human - having her, come stay with us... we're separated for a reason." chenle stands up and grabs the long sheathed knife at the foot of his royal seat. "that's my vote. now if you don't mind, may i be excused." he clenches his jaw. he hated having to ask permission to leave the court - it was humiliating.

mark throws a hand in the air and dismisses him, "very well."

spinning on his heel, chenle exits the room swiftly. if he stayed one minute longer, blood would have been spilled.

"renjun?" mark asks without looking in his directions.

the blonde headed boy shrugs, "i have no problem with her coming here. in fact, i would love to be a host to someone other than fae. it'd be refreshing." his voice carries through the rafters, lily blossoms blooming in it's wake - the spring courts gift.

haechan doesn't wait to be asked. "i'll agree on one condition."

marks rolls his eyes, "what?"

"she can't step foot in my court. let her be with you all she pleases," haechan shoots a glance at renjun who was picking at his nails, "and renjuns too. but i want nothing to do with her."

"deal." the confirmation flies from marks mouth faster than it should have. "then it's set. she's coming here to stay for. . . i don't know how long."

renjuns curiosity would never be tamed. "when will she arrive?"

mark looks almost nervous when he answers - brows pulled together and knitted in worry. his lips pucker and he fidgets with the end of his tight-fitted tunic.

". . . tomorrow morning."

the only reply is haechans amused snort.

[cuubism]

Been loving the therapy au jsyk

Anyhow

I kno that there’s a consensus that Desire doesn’t bother hob bc either they don’t know or care abt him, but that never seemed right to me bc hob is such a passionate person desire would LOVE HIM. And a chance to mess w their *dearest* brother… why pass that up? So what if. What if at first desire doesn’t know abt hob and dream

Maybe 1550 or some such they notice this human who is nearly their disciple, so eager for everything, and they’re like. Well I am a good and loving god (and nobody pays me enough attention) so I shall perhaps grant him a bit of my presence. My company. And it’s grand and all and desire has a lot of fun, wow, turns out a couple centuries and even a HUMAN can impress in bed!

And then when 1598 rolls around and desire realizes OH. THIS IS *DREAM’S* human…

Ok, they’re not going to kill him or anything. After all, he IS kind of desire’s follower. And very nice. So. Desire just… also visits hob. More than once a century though, they’re an impatient creature. Maybe this will sway the human to be THEIR friend, ha ha dream, that’s what happens when you’re just better company!!! (Never happens, ofc)

And then maybe in 2022 Dream finds out somehow. Desire let’s it slip, or “let’s it slip”, or hob does, or he catches them…

And poor Hob is now in the middle of a very existential sort of tug-of-war

(Pretty sure this was inspired by smth else you wrote lmao)

omg yes. to be honest I do think Hob is more in Desire's domain than Dream's. he just wants so much, for good and ill. Desire would love it. and I can absolutely see them just coveting something that Dream has, both because they're like "hey that's MY disciple" and because they're constantly angling for Dream's attention even if they won't admit it. and Hob is taking Dream's attention away. so they're a bit conflicted. are they jealous of Hob? or Dream? or BOTH?

meanwhile Dream is utterly CONSUMED with jealousy and plotting Desire's demise 😂 he's like "give me BACK my toy"

and Desire's like "you didn't even WANT it, Dream. you weren't even playing with it"

and Dream's like "I'll make you regret being extant"

etc.

(Hob's wondering if he should just disappear now maybe. Though for the sake of his survival, he thinks he's probably better off with Dream. Dream is terrifying XD)

(I did write something kinda related once, but it was more Dream thinking Desire had manipulated Hob's emotions for him)

[jfleamont]

Put A Little Love In Your Heart

Here's a little something I wrote to stretch my creative muscles, let me know what you think :)

Word count: 700

Read here on AO3

“But I don't want to have a baby.”

Lily let his words sink in. The man in front of her was still looking at her, his brows furrowed.

She shook her head in an effort to conceal her reaction but it was fruitless.

As soon as James looked in her direction, she snorted and he followed her, doubling over with laughter.

“I don't see how this is funny. Have you been confounded? You must have, if you think I'm responsible enough to be your child's godfather,” Sirius whined.

Lily was the first one to recover. “Shit, Padfoot, I had no idea you'd take this so...” her eyes glowing with mirth.

“You're better than this, Lily...”

Lily grinned, reveling in the way she could rile him up so easily. “... Seriously.”

“Oh, come on!”

James, having finally calmed down, took a step forward and placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder, comforting his friend as well as himself.

“You're not having a baby, Padfoot, we are,” he gestured between him and Lily. “And contrary to what you might think, you don't live here. Oh, I almost forgot,” James winced, and ran a hand through his hair, “we're kicking you out of the guest room.”

“You're welcome to crash on the sofa anytime, though,” Lily offered.

Sirius sighed in mock defeat, and plopped down on the armchair. “Kicked out again, uh. Who are you, my parents?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Quit being dramatic, Sirius. Being a godfather isn't as terrible as you think.”

He shrugged, but the poorly hidden smile on Sirius' face didn't fool Lily. He leaned back on the armchair, looking rather uninterested, only his quirked brow betraying his curiosity. “Alright, but what does it entail, exactly?”

James opened his mouth but soon realised he didn't have an answer for him. He had never met his godparents, and both Fleamont and Euphemia were only children, too, so that was all he had known. He sat on the sofa opposite Sirius, Lily following him shortly after. Lily, however, had an answer. “I'm not sure, but my godmother gave me lots of presents and brought sweets everytime she visited. I also told her about my first kiss and she was so cool about it! She was the best.”

“So... All I have to do is spoil Bambi? And he'll love me and tell me all his secrets?”

“Told you it wasn't that bad.”

He seemed to ponder her words for a second, then tilted his head and looked at her amusedly. “Seems like you two got the short end of the stick, doesn't it? Have fun being the strict parents while I take him with me on my new bike.”

“You will do nothing of the sort.”

“Ugh, you're already so boring and he's not ever here yet.”

James, who had been silent up until then, cleared his throat and spoke. “There's also something else, but you don't have to worry about that. It's... You'd be his legal guardian so if something were to happen to us, he'd stay with you instead of Petunia.”

Understanding dawned on Sirius, and the two looked at each other. 

You're my brother, you're family. These were the words that James hadn't said aloud, but that Sirius heard anyway. This exchange only lasted a second, and Sirius' somber expression disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by his signature smirk.

“Well, I'd be more concerned about Vernon rather than Petunia. Imagine growing up with that as your father figure when you can have me!”

Lily chuckled and threw a pillow at him. “Don't be an idiot, we still have time to change our minds. Peter or Remus will be far more grateful, dont you think, James? I'm sure they'll—”

Sirius waved his hand in dismissal. “That won't be necessary, I accept. But I'm still bitter about the guest room, mind you, and I'm going to hold it over your head.”

James nodded, deep in thought. “Hmm. How do you feel about a dog house?”

“Neutral, but I could be persuaded.”

“What if I told you it had pillows and a silk duvet?”

Sirius gasped and brought both of his hands over his mouth. “You know me so well, Prongs.”

[alicenpai]

wrapping up 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣2️⃣‼

this year was wild - since the start of the pandemic i've lost joy in drawing, and it's taken quite a while, but i'm starting to have fun when i draw again. like i've said before, it's a tradition of mine to do these art summaries since i was in high school, i love doing them even if the year isn't fruitful. more below the cut !!

i didn't draw a lot this year due to.. life obligations... work (inc. commissions), anime north, online shop. some months i only had 1 drawing 🤦‍♀️..... and therefore i don't think i achieved a lot of my goals from 2021. there also aren't a lot of full illustrations, just a lot of busts hahaha. i spent a lot of free time away from the computer - sometimes u need hobbies other than drawing u kno??

this is what i wrote:

"in 2022 I want to go back to basics more and focus on things like depicting fabric & drapery, detail, anatomy & structure, expression & body language. I think a lot of my work lends itself to the “boring” side so I want to improve on conveying mood and a statement with my art. I’m not good at portraying expression or making something like. “visceral”. but I’ll do my best (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و"

i opted to keep a lot of my few drawings just for myself/among friends, so that i wouldn't focus on the Posting aspect of making art (bc this is what really hurt me in 2020-2021), and to just focus on the process and having Fun.

i want to continue pursuing happiness in my art, and to not ignore the stories i've always wanted to tell with my characters, about topics that are really important to me. this looked really short on twit but it looks quite long enough on tumblr hahaha - so thank you everyone !! from the bottom of my heart !! (my cold black heart)

thank you everyone for all your support and kindness this year, let's work towards being stronger in 2023 ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

template: here お借りしました！ありがとうございます！

charas list (bc i always get curious about others' summaries haHA) - jan: eva, oc - feb: terence, oc - mar: flynn, oc - apr: tohru honda, fruits basket - may: olruggio - jun: princess tutu - jul: panty anarchy - aug: flynn, oc - sept: terence, oc - oct: lottie baskerville, pandora hearts - nov: uta, one piece - dec: muffy, harvest moon

[pwinkprincess]

possibly non con…? really? Some of your posts are non con no matter how badly you want it to come across as consensual. If you’re manipulated into having sex when you don’t want to it’s non con there’s no “how you view this” it isn’t gonna kill you if you put a warning for your rape dream context. such a cutesy uwu formate but an awful disgusting personality behind it very much expected :33

girrrlll ur loud nd wrong hun :3 i give the reader this cutesi shy naive persona cus its cute . the whole fratboy thing is consensual (tho i can counterclaim myself nd say him takin her v card was manipulative & him bein too rough wif her . those r da only two also i did put a tw on those two ) i designed her nd da whole frat boy thingy over the concept of masochism. maybe m js failing as a writer to convey dat tho. & m not gonna let u argue wif me over what I (capital i) wrote. if u dont like that her resolve if very weak den .. block me .. duh. i wish u would’ve commented non anonymous so i could’ve blocked u cus if u don’t liek what i write den obvi i shouldn’t b popping up on ur feed 🙈.

also honeybun , you don’t kno me 😭😭 like u dont know shit abt mi personality or anything of da sort. so until u acc get to kno me & see how i treat others irl (nd not on da fuckin internet) don’t say anyting abt mi personality.

nd thank u for da compliment to mi theme , i worked very hard on it <33. pls do block me tho

[mmollymercury]

I know that I probably shouldn't being this up because it happened like 5 months ago,but the person who you had the encanto discourse with @toaverse is known for villainizing the Madrigals (INCLUDING FELIX AND AGUSTIN) and turning Mira and Bruno into "lil babies who were abused by this evil family 😭"

They've also been known to shit on Isa,Pepa and Alma in particular.Also they have an au called the kidnapped Isabela and Dolores au which is basically torture porn.

Urm, okay??? Dont really know how that concerns me tbh. Not to be rude, but if you have to say 'I probably shouldn't be saying this...' maybe don't say it😭

I disagreed with a post they made about the family (excluding mira and bruno) being heartless, because the characters are clearly not 2 dimensional and I just had to express that when I saw their take, I never intended for it to go further than a counter argument but whatever, sometimes life is like that. And honestly having a back and forth disagreement like that online was (and still is) embarrassing to me and I'm not happy abt it.

Like,, I have no animosity for anyone, I dont mean any harm. And even though me and them had a disagreement, I dont think it’s really my place to make judgements on them. I don't know them, or their reasonings for what they choose to do, and given that they also dislike proshippers, if my recollection is correct, Id like to think that that au wasnt wrote with bad intentions; I don't really know the au you're referring to, and I'll give you the benefit of the doubt in not knowing that those subjects in said au, trigger me IMMENSELY, so please don't come into my inbox nonchalantly mentioning it, but even then, I don't see the point in me knowing that other than to gossip.

The small altercation I had with them was ages ago, sooo I don't see how talking about it now is in anyway productive, if I were to still talk about it and hold onto that, it'd be petty and rude, ya kno?

Cmon guys let's just be mature adults pls, I'm preparing for uni so I'm pretty busy right now, but all I really want to do on my tumblr is post art and things that make me happy😭

[ghoooooooooooooooost]

ok my opinion now that i finished y8's story (spoilers)

tldr; overall it's a flawed but better end for kiryu than 6 imo. n ichiban is there <3 don't play this as your first yakuza game please don't you will get so much more out of this if you actually know who tf anyone is

it wasn't as awesomesauce as it seemed like it was gonna n it fell into the usual rgg problems - while surprisingly fixing a big one

kiryu's story effected me a lot 🥲 while ichiban's was just mostly "well i get to see ichiban yay". not to say i didn't care at all lmao the hawaii plot definitely still had it's strong moments (especially the scene w chitose after the bryce boss!!!) it just didn't hit the same overall

positive: KIRYU. i honestly loved most of the kiryu stuff. letting him look back outside of traumatic flashbacks.... letting him have a nice time..... giving him all these new friends that won't die on top of reassuring him that his old connections are still alright.... getting his ass punched by akiyama lmao. it really makes you realize how weird of an ending y6 would've been if that was truly kiryu's last game. so nice to finally be able to acknowledge previously tossed out characters/story beats in-game. seeing shinada mentioned… i cheered (i wish he was actually in there tho). on the hawaii side: tomizawa n chitose r sooooo good i didn't even think i'd end up liking chitose but i lov her.... n ichiban is the ichiban as usual

n the main villains don't die this game!? they're expected to live w what they did, even the evil cult leader!?!? kiryu's line abt not being able to change anything if you're dead wow wow wow hearing that after the prev games where a lot of them die even when they were able to change wooooooow. the pre-credits ending was sooooooo strong. I LUV KIRYU :( :) :(

<3 the tweaks to gameplay were nice too + it was a very pretty game

it had to grow on me but i like kiryu's y8 look a whole lot it's very nice n goes well w his softer expressions

negative: not as well optimized for pc (or in general) as y7 it feels like? i already said i liked kiryu's plot more than ichiban's... yeah. pretty mad that hanawa died but whatevar i guess... i understand saeko's conflict w ichiban but don't really like how they wrote her at times it made me kinda frustrated. esp w the joke at the end. really the whole y7 party took a step backwards in some ways (tho they're still great mostly) it's just saeko got it the worst. also i really don't like how long they took to get me to actually like yamai bc his reason for being in hawaii was constantly in the back of my head n then at the very end after all the fun stuff already happened they were like "actually he didn't try to assault her she framed him" fuuuuuuck you at least tell us that way earlier instead of suddenly detouring in the penultimate chapter. "well they had you warm up to him so you'd know something was up! they wouldn't make an sa-er likable!" listen. listen. i love rgg but if you think i trust them w women.... n if you think i forgot y4......... i didn't realize they still had the dating thing from 7 in there either till i saw someone else mention it n i refuse to touch it :/

too many blonde blue eyed white ppl in the substories wtf why do they outnumber the natives

my one gripe abt the kiryu side is that we didn't get to see him actually reunite w haruka n haruto IN GAAAAME BEFORE IT ENDED. LIKE WE KNO HE WILL BUT I WANTED TO SEEEEEEEE ON SCREEEEEEEN

my current ranking:

y0 = y7 > y3 > y5 > y8?? (not entirely sure bc its like. the highs n lows are so drastic) > kiwami 1 = y1 > kiwami 2 (don't get mad at me) > y6 (doooon't get mad at me i started liking it less when 8 was announced) > y4

gaiden not there bc its a short side game but i liked it so i'll mention it. didn't play the og y2 </3

[sexybabystevie]

hi, em!! congrats on 100 followers, you deserve it, lovely!

anyway,, i wanted to request for the garden event, and use the red rose prompt for steve harrington! :)

im a poet, i absolutely love writing. i'm trying to study to become a psychiatrist. im a hopeless romantic, i love reading and watching cliche romance movies, however, i'm not a big fan of huge romantic gestures, i like to keep things casual because making situations big like that stress me out😭 anyway,, i love horror games and movies, i also love listening to music (who doesn't). im extremely sarcastic. i can also be extremely emotional. i love haribo pineapple gummy bears, its a very bad obsession. i also love hanging out with friends and i also play guitar, so i love singing and playing on said guitar.

i also totally forgot half the things i wrote last time, so i just put some new stuff, you don't have to add some parts if it helps.

again, congrats on 100 follows, have a nice day/night, take care of yourself! <3

A/n: Ela!! Thank you so much for requesting (and for resending it when it somehow got deleted)! I'm super excited to write this for you, and I really hope that you like it!! <3

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Saturday Night Sleepovers

Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Reader

Tags and Warnings: No Warnings, Best Friend!Steve Harrington, Soft!Steve Harrington, Sleepovers, Movie Nights, Confessions of Feelings, Very Casual (but Intimate) Friendship and Relationship.

Word Count: 1916

On the weekends when the typical absence of Steve Harrington's parents cause his house to feel more empty than usual – more like a facade of wealth and perfection than a welcoming home – you're the first person that he invites over for a party. These parties are nothing like what he used to throw when he was more popular; instead of filling his house with as many bodies as he can, people he had never even met before lining his halls, these gatherings are far more intimate. In fact, he's not even really sure if he can legally call these meetings 'parties' when the only two people always involved are you and him. (Sometimes Robin is invited, and sometimes a few of the kids crash at Steve's place for a few hours, endlessly talking about things that happened at school or just in their lives in general. Most of the time, though, it's only you two.)

Having been his best friend for a little over a year now, it was customary for you to get a phone call on an occasional Saturday morning, smiling to yourself as Steve tries to bribe you into coming over with the promise of some of your favorite snacks – not that he even has to do that; you would say yes in a heartbeat, regardless. You always say yes, and you always feel your heart tug a little when he tells you that he'll be on his way to pick you up in five, the smile on his face audible in his excited tone.

He honks his car horn when he pulls into your driveway – he knows he doesn't have to, knows that you've been expectantly waiting for him ever since he got off the phone with you, but he likes to see you playfully rolling your eyes as you get into the passenger seat.

That's where you are now, standing outside of his maroon BMW as you open up his back seat and put your bags into it. Usually you keep them in the floorboard with you up front, but you have more with you this time – your guitar case take up far more space than you imagined – so you waste no time in piling your things up in the space behind you.

You're quick to close the door and hop back into your seat – the only person who would ever put up a fight for it was Dustin, and sometimes you let him have it if you're feeling extra generous – buckling yourself in at rapid speed. Steve seems to notice your haste and raises his brows in your direction as he starts driving.

"Someone seems excited."

"Of course! It's not every day someone offers to buy me any and all of the snacks I could even imagine eating."

Steve chuckles at your antics and smiles smugly as he says, "You know, I don't even have to ask to know exactly what you'll end up getting."

"Yeah, because you've known since the very day we met." You look at him with a soft, playful smile, only to see those same features mirrored on himself.

"You'll buy the entire pack of Haribo gummy bears and pick out all of the pineapples because you insist that they're the best."

"Because they are!"

Steve doesn't argue back; he actually does agree with you. Ever since you walked into Scoops Ahoy and asked for an ice cream cone with gummy bears on the side – 'Would it be too much to ask for only the light yellow ones?' you had said – he had known that you were someone he wanted to keep around. Plus, you'd given him a few of them before, and he did get it. They were definitely the best out of the flavors given.

Instead, he just laughs, admiring the matter-of-factly way that you cross your arms and stare at him.

"And, as always, you'll say that you'll eat the other flavors too, but then you'll "forget" and I'll have to eat the rest."

You only roll your eyes and smirk at him in response.

"As if you don't devour them all in minutes and then thank me for not eating them under your breath."

Some more friendly banter follows through, as it always does with the two of you, and before long, you're carrying grocery bags into the large front door of Steve Harrington's house. You work together to put away the things that you aren't planning on eating right away, and then you're flopping right onto his couch with your bowl full of dissected gummy bears.

Steve walks into the room after you, arms full of various movies that he lays onto the coffee table before you.

"So, I wasn't sure if you were in more of a 'scare-your-socks-off' horror mood or a 'let's-pine-for-the-relationship-these-two-have' romance mood," he says, spreading out each tape and letting you read the titles that he totally didn't break work protocol to get for you.

Two horror movies – Poltergeist and A Nightmare on Elm Street – and two romance movies – Dirty Dancing and Sixteen Candles – are what he's chosen. You know you'll have plenty of time to watch them both today and tomorrow – you always spend the Sundays after your sleepovers lounging around his place for as long as you can, relishing in every mere moment that you have with him – so you close your eyes and randomly pick one to get your marathon started.

"Sixteen Candles it is," you say, handing the movie to your best friend so that he can go place it in the player.

Steve does so quickly, pressing the tape into the machine and rushing to his place next to you on the couch, as if he's going to miss something crucial in the first fifteen seconds of the movie. You giggle to yourself, finding his urgent and serious expression oddly adorable. Your chest feels a little tighter, softly compressed as your heart seems to speed up its beating, but you try not to pay it any mind.

You and Steve were close, and sometimes you almost verged into something that was slightly outside the realm of what best friends were known for doing. However, despite your absolute adoration for the flashy romance movies you watch, you would rather not experience something like that in reality. Making things so suddenly serious was scary, and you preferred to keep things the way they were, with you and Steve being each other's go-to people.

The movie begins and Steve's arm slings over your shoulders like it always does, fingers softly rubbing little random shapes into the skin right at the edge of your t-shirt sleeve. You scoot nearer to him, head resting softly against his chest as you face the TV and keep your attention on the events happening on screen. The warmth from his body radiates into yours, like your own personal heater, and you can vaguely feel the steady beating of his heart against your cheek.

The movie progresses with you resting against Steve, your supply of pineapple gummy bears slowly diminising as you pop them into your mouth every few mintutes. Occasionally you take one and lift it blindly up to his mouth, without bothering to look away from the TV. If you ever misplace it, hand ending up nowhere near his lips, he never says anything about it.

It seems like it's all too soon before the end credits are rolling and you and Steve are lazily standing up, backs and knees popping from your prolonged positions. After stretching, you sniffle a little and he's turning towards you with lightning speed.

His eyes are filled to the brim with concern until you jokingly swat at his arm, almost giggling again.

"Come on, you know how these movies can make me kind of emotional!"

Steve laughs – surprisingly more loudly than normal – and it rings throughout your brain for as long as you can keep it there, absently thinking that you wished you could hear such a genuine and carefree noise from him forever.

Except you must not be too aware of yourself, because the way Steve's eyes widen softly tells you that you might not have said that inside your head like you thought you had.

Minutes of an awkward silence follow, and you're really wishing that you had managed to keep quiet. The longer everything is noiseless, the more you want to say something to try and make it seem like anything except for what it was.

Meanwhile, Steve has your words bouncing around inside of his mind like the VHS logo that slides across the TV screen. 'I wish I could hear you laugh like that forever...' He's frozen in place, caught completely off guard by your admission, and while he knows that it very well could mean something else, that maybe you just mean it in a really friendly way, he can't help but hope that you mean it in the way it sounds.

After several long moments, he finally looks down at you with rose-dusted cheeks, softened brown eyes, and with his lips broken out into a bashful, hopeful grin.

"You could, you know," he says softly, gaze focused directly on you. "If you wanted to, of course. If... if that's what you meant."

You feel a lump of anxiety forming in your throat, and it's as if Steve can somehow tell that you're beginning to grow nervous at the prospect of things changing so drastically and abruptly.

"Nothing has to change!" he quickly says, hands lifted palm-up between the two of you as some sort of truce. "It can, if you want it to, but even then it won't change much. I mean, we're already pretty close. We don't have to rush anything, though. I guess that's what I'm trying to say?"

Steve's onslaught of nerves has you chuckling – you can't help it; he's so genuinely concerned about you but also so genuinely dopey that it has you giggling against your will – and at the sound of your own laugh, he gives in to the temptation and joins in.

As you listen to your shared laughter, you realize that he's right – nothing is really changing that much between you two – and you take both of his still uplifted hands into your own. You intertwine your fingers together, mirrored looks of adoration on both you and Steve, and while this is a bit of a newer feeling –the heat from his palms bleeding into your own – you do enjoy it.

The rest of the night follows as it would normally; you watch another movie together – horror this time, to balance it out – and you let Steve squeeze your hand whenever a jump scare pops onto the screen. (Don't tell anyone though, because he will adamantly deny that such a thing ever happened. Steve Harrington, afraid of horror movies? No way!)

Then, you read him some of your newest poetry, to which he always is a little lost, but is nonetheless enthusiastic. Even if you have to explain the meaning behind every line, he'll sit through it just so he can be properly proud of you.

Finally, the night ends with you playing your guitar, the quietude of the Harrington household filled with you – your voice and your guitar – something that makes Steve feel like he's found his home – the real one. He drifts off to the sound of one of the songs that you know is his favorite to hear you play, and you follow suit soon after.

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Hi! <3 I don’t normally comment or do asks but I just finished reading your Sukuna fic the am I an asshole for fucking my bfs older brother one and I cannot get it out of my mind! It was soo good and extremely well written!!! (I think it’s the best fic I’ve read in while) but that last line had me pausing, sitting up and rereading like omg!! I’m usually a Toji girly (I also love your Toji fics btw) and have been reading your fics since fuwushiguro but this one just was so good I had to say something fr! I also wanted to ask if there was going to be a part 2? If not that’s completely fine!! I just wanted to let you kno how godly that fic is!! <3

- much love 💕 (I’m 20 btw)

Hey!! Thank you for sending this ask, I know you didn't have to but I'm really glad you did! I loved writing that one a lot and I still can't believe how well it performed! I thought it was gonna flop massively since it's quite long, I just got carried away and I did have a lot of fun writing it but I never would have guessed it would do as well as it did. I wrote it for a collab so it was always meant to just be a one off. While I was writing I did think ooooh this would be fun for a series so never say never, but currently I have no plans to continue it! I wanna focus on other things. I have a huge pile of requests and then I have other personal things I want to work on! Thank you though I really appreciate you sending this and being so sweet 💕 take care of yourself!!