#and I was annoyed bc I felt like I had gone there for nothing)

[victory-cookies]

just had a rollercoaster of a fucking morning

[fellasleepinbaltimore]

I went to the store today and bought some stuff so we can have dinner tonight bc my dad hasn't gone and idk when he well tbh fhryytty so I just got stuff to made dinner tonight and also I got snacks to eat bc my brother and I stay hungies

[6ebe]

nearly finished black sails season 3 🤨🤨🤨

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

How do you think the dorm leaders would react to an rsa student leading/kidnapping the prefect to take them away from the 'villains', and when tracked down to a ledge and arguing with saud dorm leaders, the prefect defends them before getting accidentally pushed off? Just the look of horror on their face before they fall, reaching out for them? Ala gwen in spiderman

(I'm not going to do every dorm leader bc I normally have a cap of 5 characters per ask so if the leader you'd like to see isn't here, please feel free to send in another request

these are also all super long so they're under a cut)

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul had been thinking since the moment you’d been taken. He figured it must be someone with a personal grudge against him, rolling his eyes at the platitude that you would be safer with them than him. The twins are even considering less annoying while he’s plotting out what to do, trying to find a way that wouldn’t leave him vulnerable to another strike while also procuring you from your kidnappers. The fact they even agreed to a meeting proved to Azul that they were a devious soul, hidden behind a mist of chivalry when their wants were just as selfish as anyone at NRC. He comes into the conversation thinking he has everything under control, not in the least bit surprised when it turns into a real fight; his magic is at the ready, hand raised and prepared to do what he must to end this when you move outside of his predictions. He would have to viciously scold you for this later but he’s too worried to think about the angry rant he’ll go on for not just trusting in him to be ready no matter what. When you’re tumbling to the ground, he squeezed the handle of the broom he had brought with him, hating the concept of being in the air but feeling even more sick about all his hard work being for nothing (meaning: he would be heartbroken and would not know what to do with himself should you end up perishing on him here). It’s a little washy, but the carefully thought out Plan B ended with you scooped in his arms, his flying wobbly at best but once there’s a safe place to land you feel much safer with him around. When you ask what might happen to the RSA student Azul simply smiled, telling you not to worry about it as Jade and Floyd wouldn’t leave behind a single trace of what occurred that night.

Idia Shroud:

Idia is fighting a storm of emotions, doing his best to not to lose his cool in such a fragile situation. He had to observe the options before him carefully, hoping his perception skill was high enough to afford him a break. It felt like having someone ripped away from him again, the past repeating before his very eyes, and while he knew the stakes were much less serious than the previous situation he’d gone through, it still set his anxiety through the roof. He considered begging you to just stay in your room like he did so he wouldn’t have to worry about you putting yourself in danger (his thoughts darting away from the concept of you just living in a room with him). Idia isn’t used to sticking his neck out for someone else but he knew you, and he knew defending him if the moment called for it would come to you as easy as breathing. He had Ortho prepared for any QTE’s that might be outside of Idia’s control, thankful that the second controller was plugged in before he arrived as you did exactly as he predicted. He can see the fear on your face and while he does want to call out to you to let you know you’ll be safe, it would be better to keep the enemy unaware of the surprise attack awaiting once Ortho got you to safety. With you out of the way Idia felt much more at ease, the sharp grin on his face appearing almost manic to his enemy, who found themselves wondering if they should follow you off the ledge.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona was doing his best to keep a poker face on. When it came to others thinking they were better than him, he was no stranger, but to know they had taken away someone he loved—he was prepared to show them what a real villain looked like. He navigated the situation carefully, this was just a risky game of chess in his eyes but he didn’t realize quite how risky it was until your life was dangling right before his eyes. He’s not unaware of how something can change in the blink of an eye, the scale could tip in either direction but he had to be prepared. He’s always been quick on his feet and there’s nothing in this world that he’d put more effort into than assuring your safety, even pushing himself to the brink of his magical abilities when he cushions the dramatic fall that easily could’ve stolen your life. The person preaching to him from above has only cemented his view that those who soar so high above don’t consider their own actions as evil, always for the ‘greater good’ which meant you were better off dead than with a ‘villain’ like him. He can’t help but scoff, eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them as there’s an unspoken promise hanging in the air: he would kill them without hesitation if they were to ever touch a hair on your head again.

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus was shocked at first, secretly hurt, that people on the outside could look in at your relationship with him and consider him a danger to you. He was careful around you, always protective and caring and wanting what’s best for you, so how could that be misconstrued? It made his blood boil to think about your kidnapper trying to turn you against him, and he felt even more powerless when your life was in someone else’s hand so he had to act with caution. He approached with an air of calm that was betrayed by his eyes, the smile not quite reaching them as he greeted your captor politely. He didn’t think he could lead them into a false sense of security because everyone knew to be on guard against him, but he’s surprised the coward even showed their face again. He’s even more surprised to see you attempt to sacrifice yourself for him, reaching out for you and feeling helpless again as you slip right through his fingers; he refused to lose, his hands moving quicker than his brain was as he cast a last ditch effort spell to stop your fragile human body from becoming a stain on the ground. He’s relieved to see that his quick thinking had resulted in saving your life, the vines wrapped around your arms and legs like a comforting hug. He’s thankful he learned how to use the spell without including thorns, but his thoughts are now elsewhere, turning to look at his enemy with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. He tells them they should feel quite lucky that you’re in one piece, as if you had died, Malleus would have tormented their family for generations to come, if he allowed them to exist after this at all.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle is trying to keep his cool, as Trey advised it was best he do so, but it was hard not to feel anger for the complete disrespect that was being shown. How could they think taking you away from your education would be the best route? From a place that you were thriving? If they thought he was doing a poor job as a dorm leader helping you, than they could’ve offered the criticism personally rather than causing you to break a hundred rules within the span of a day. He has to stop himself from raising his voice or going on a rant when he sees how frightened you are, feeling baffled again that this RSA student considered themself some sort of savior when they weren’t taking you into consideration at all. Even he had to learn a lesson or two in regards to it, and he considers it his turn to teach that lesson, challenging them to a duel that would decide where you would end up. Riddle, trusting in his opponents intent to have an honest duel, turned his back to get in place but is shocked to hear the other person winding their spell up already. Your interference is the only reason he’s in one piece but it was at the sacrifice of your own well-being; Riddle cried out your name, nearly panicking as he missed your hand by milliseconds. He can hear the chanting in his head, the word ‘failure’ stamped with bolded red letters, and he nearly lost himself in grief until he sees that Trey and Cater had tailed him. Now that he knew you were safe his face began to grow red, his complete rage turned on the RSA student who would learn the true definition of ‘off with your head’!

[xxzlushiez]

Behind closed doors

T. Kaulitz x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Tom kepts trying to make you jealous by bringing girls over when your sleeping in his bed, but it doesn’t seem to bother you and you decide to show him who really holds his heart

Notes: 18+😦, Tom and Name aren’t dating but he likes them, Name is sly , underlying whiny Tom, he’s on a date w/ a girl💀, Name has no shame, humiliation, nakedness(??), Name has sex w/ a girl, so many positions, tom’s high sex drive, choking kink(ish?), Names feelings for Tom aren’t stated but you can assume how they feel😭

“Ночь, ты моя, и ты алкоголичка Ass, HD, VR” - Мишка: Poshlaya Molly, KATERINA

- When he told you he’d be going on a date with a girl he wanted you to be upset, jealous, envious, something

- but you just shrugged and told him to “package it before using”

- it was annoying to fuck someone and not have them immediately love you like they usually do but you loving them instead

- which is exactly what happened with him

- you always walked around his apartment w barely anything on, went grocery shopping w/ him and even helped him pick out the color of his new curtains for the lounge room

- he thought you would’ve had at least a small crush on him after being fuck buddies for more than 2 months

- but it seemed like you didn’t

- “where’s it at?”

- “here, so don’t come out of our room until she’s gone”

- you knew that’s not what he cared to say, you also knew he wanted you to come out while the girl was over

- you waved him off saying you “wouldn’t bother his little date” and walked off to the kitchen

- pissed him off when he always seemed to get no reaction out of you

- When it was in the late evening he heard a knock on the door

- rushing down the stairs but saw you had already opened the door

- “hm..who are you, do you need something?”

- you felt a body press against your exposed skin and knew he was behind you probably pissed off to

- felt you push against his front with your ass

- “Valerie….come in sorry about that”

- you both moved out of the way and you pretended to not noticed the way her eyes raked up and down your exposed skin

- you bid the girl farewell and told him to have fun before making your way up the stairs

- “who was that?”

- “a friend don’t worry about it”

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*༓༝̩̩̥͙˚*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

- throughout the date you had come down multiple times

- still with basically nothing on

- accidentally slammed his knee into the top of the table when you bent over to grab something from a cabinet

- so many provocative actions but every time you looked his way it was to look at the girl

- noticed how his date kept shifting in her seat and readjusted her skirt

- ‘are they fucking serious right now’

- wasn’t even in the mood to fuck her and just sent the girl home after their dinner

- went to sleep in one of the guest rooms bc he was so pissed that his plan to get laid that night didn’t work

- woke up to noises coming from his bedroom

- barged in to see you fucking someone

- when his eyes adjusted to the darkness he noticed it was with his date

-“what the fuck…”

- worst part was when you saw him in the doorway and smiled while moaning his name when the girl was kissing you and how embarrassingly hard it made him.

- slammed the door shut when he saw you start going down on the girl

- went to make a drink bc he was so shocked

- he knew it was just to spite him and that he shouldn’t get so worked up but you were literally in his bed that he fucks you in having sex with a girl he just had a date with

- maybe this was karma for always trying to make you jealous so much

- now he was the one jealous

- was still downstairs when you walked the girl to the door giving her a peck on the cheek before sending her off

- all still being naked💀

- no embarrassment whatsoever

- “what’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem I’m actually pretty content as of right now thanks for asking”

- smug asl bc you know what you did

- watched you lean down to get a water bottle out of the fridge and drink some

- got up from his spot and took you by the arm to the living room

- “I’ll make you feel a lot better than she did”

- “oh….I don’t know she was pretty good if I’m being honest”

- “I’m better I’ll always be better”

- lots of simple foreplay like kissing, touching you, hickeys, etc

- Sex on his balcony overlooking the city, against the windows, on the sofa, atop the kitchen counters, IN THE SHOWER?? Anything you can think of you two have done at least once

- turns into an actual animal when you have sex with him because his sex drive is so high

- goes all out bc he knows you can handle it

- it’s a special kind of sex when it’s with you he treats you differently (not that he’d ever tell you that)

- usually his preferred position is missionary because he loves seeing your face

- but secretly likes when you ride him bc you always have your hands wrapped around his neck

- let’s you mark him all over his back and neck

- leaves bruises on your hips from holding them so hard

- presses down on the spot where his dick bulges in your stomach while smiling

- “she couldn’t do this to you could she?”

- when you kiss him so gently when he’s in the middle of fucking he just melts against you, holding you close by the waist with one arm while holding you both up with the other

- slipped up and says he loves you

- fucking like bunnies

- “wan be yours”, “all mine right?” “Wanna be with you so bad”

- definitely had to have a talk w/ you after abt the shit going on between you two after the hours of fucking you two did

[filmbyjy]

husband ff Jake??

OUR LOVE

a/n: ahhh i’m trying to finish past requests and i’m sorry this took too long 😭 i didn't want to write a too long of a story so this is just a small one. it is also crack bc i was not in my right state of mind to focus 😭

WARNING: mentions of pregnancy, talking about sex and stuff. no smut bc i can't write it anyways.

“come on noona! it will be fun! travelling around the world with us and of course jake hyung.” sunoo excitedly exclaims.

you could see the excitement that the other boys had. especially, the boy who had his hands placed on your thighs. “please, baby? take it like another honeymoon until we actually have time for one.” jake pouts.

“oh, yeah. we could walk around and show noona some of the places we’ve been too!” jungwon says.

“I don’t know guys…I feel like I would be intruding. after all, I’m not part of enhypen.”

“but you are part of ‘our family’. besides, you and jake hyung are married!” ni-ki says.

you looked at the other boys for reassurance and they seemed okay with it but you still felt bad. they’d have to get an extra ticket if you came along with them and ENGENEs probably didn’t want to see you in their content.

ever since you and jake got married, there had been quite a lot of death threats sent to you. it was so bad to the point that enhypen’s legal team had to step in on behalf of you. despite having a legal team to help you with any threats, it still didn’t stop. you couldn’t even really leave the house without being recognised in the streets and some ‘engene’ yelling at you for stealing their idol from them.

it definitely didn’t help now that you’re pregnant. which was a surprise for jake (and the boys). this is also why you wanted to stay in Seoul. you couldn’t travel around, not when you’re at your early stages of pregnancy. actually, the obstetrician had already explain to you that you could travel around but you didn't want to take the risk.

“I don’t know, boys…” you say. ni-ki pouts. jake grabs your hand and squeezes.

“something wrong, baby? you usually don’t hesitate on hanging out with us. in fact, don’t you love travelling with us?” jake asks in the softest tone possible.

“I’m fine. I just feel scared…what if the ENGENEs find me annoying? I mean, I always somehow appear in your content and like they are forced to see my face. you know some of them don’t even like me.”

“well, first off. those aren't ENGENEs." jungwon says. "no ENGENE would hate on someone who is close to us or is family to us. besides, even if they are 'ENGENEs', they need to learn that jake hyung is happily married to you."

jake hums at jungwon's words. "you're my wife and they should respect that. i still show as much love to ENGENEs despite being married to you." jake tilts his head. "so, baby. you don't have to worry about a thing. i'll protect you and put you first over ENGENEs if they talk bad about you."

"thanks, babe."

"so why can't you travel with us? there must be another reason right?"

you sighed, "i'll tell you and the boys in a few days. don't worry, it's a really good explanation. i promise i'm not lying or trying to avoid it. i just haven't done something."

"now that's just making me more worried, princess." jake pouts.

"it's nothing bad, i promise. give me like 3 days."

"okay, fine. hmm, but in 3 days we'll be at practice the whole day."

"i know, i'll swing by your break as per usual."

the other boys were just as confused as jake but they just kept quiet.

3 days later

you had gone to HYBE to visit the boys like you usually did. you had brought some food, snacks and box with a balloon tied to it. a little extra thing for jake since you were going to reveal to him about your pregnancy. you had placed the food at the pantry so they could eat there.

you had knocked on their practice room door and popped your head in after you heard a 'come in'.

"i brought some food and snacks! come out before the food becomes cold."

the boys wiped their sweat and went out of the practice room. the coffee table was filled with food and snacks. their jaws dropped.

"did you plan this with the staff or something?"

"a little. it's a little reward for working hard for your tour." you say. jake goes over to peck your lips.

"baby, this is amazing! i married and dated the right woman!" jake exclaims. you laughed.

"what's that?" ni-ki points out the box with a balloon tied to it.

"dessert, eat the food first. it's going to be cold."

and so the boys dig into the food. with schedules being packed and having practices for the whole day lately, they were unable to eat such good food. they were thankful you were there to look after them and feed them well like a mom.

"okay, we're done with the food. i want to open the cake!" ni-ki pouts.

"mmm, how about we have jake open the cake and also cut it in the honour of the start of fate tour!" you say. the boys and jake didn't think much of it so they allowed jake to open and cut the cake.

when jake opens the cake box, he was met with the words "i'm going to be a dad!" and the ultrasound picture stuck to the roof of the box. his jaw drops as he slowly looks up at you. the boys looked over his shoulder as they noticed jake's shocked expression. their jaws dropped quickly after processing the words written on the cake.

"surprise." you shyly say.

"you're- holy shit." jake stands up and hugs you tightly. "i'm going to be a dad!!"

"wait wait. this is a lot to process." jay says. "you two have been fucking while we're all at the dorms..."

"no, that's not the main thing. they didn't use a condom! oh my god, you two are freaky!" sunghoon's face scrunches in disgust.

"we don't do it all the time! it was one time and that was to celebrate the day i proposed to her. i booked a hotel for me and (name) because i respected you guys."

"jake's little swimmers are working hard. just do it once and she gets pregnant?" heeseung says.

"why do you have to say it in the most graphic way in front of the younger ones." you hid your face on jake's chest, clearly embarrassed. not a single words were coming out of the younger members' mouths.

"okay, but can we eat the cake..." ni-ki voices out.

"yes, we can." jake says.

and so after the shock, everyone goes to enjoy the cake that you had brought. they cheered for jake and happily congratulated him. since they were going on tour, jake promised to always call and check up on you whenever he could.

and just before he left, both you and him announced to both of your parents that you were expecting. they all had thrilled faces when they realised that they would be grandparents. throughout the whole tour period, you had stayed with your parents as an advise from jake so that in case something happened, your mom would be around.

you were glad to have someone as caring as jake and you couldn't have asked for a better husband than him.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

I was thinking, so before sebastian’s heat actually kicks in his bird side (since he’s a crow demon) will start to be more noticeable. Like when he’s doing his chores he’ll find like a shiny thing and take it to his room. So if you go into his room before his heat there are a lot of shiny things just sitting there.

Yess, ok honestly I think he’d make a lil nest in his room AND your room bc he wants two nest incase you have a large clutch this season (he completely forgets humans don’t lay eggs) and he sings to you on an almost daily basis.

Crows mate for life, making him extra protective of you when his mind is clouded in his pre-heat state.

Sebastian (preheat/inhuman behavior, slight implication of breeding)

-

You had a long day and wanted to sleep, but your bed was COVERED in blankets, pillows, feathers and…fur? You looked closer to see there were ‘fluffy’ clothes on your bed too. Your bed had none of these on it when you woke up this morning and there’s only one person who has access to your room!

“Sebastian!”

You shouted, intentionally sounding more upset than you actually were to get him to hurry to your side. Unsurprisingly he was standing beside you in a moment. “Yes Master? What’s wrong?” You gesture to the bed and Sebastian gives you a blank stare in response.

“Why is my bed covered in rubbish?” You huff out, walking over to your drawer, removing your necklace and rings, placing them ontop of the drawer, you weren’t gonna wear em to sleep. When you turned around, you saw Sebastian staring at the bed, looking a little offended by your remark.

“It’s not rubbish, it’s to soften the nest. It also helps retain heat so the eggs won’t get cold.” Sebastian says, turning back to you with a smile. You scowl back at him.

“Nest? Eggs??? What the hell are you talking about? Are you planning on getting chickens? Why would we keep them in my bed?” You shove the ‘rubbish’ off your bed and get onto it. “We are not turning my bed into an incubator!”

When you looked back to Sebastian, he’s glaring at the spot on the floor where you shoved his ‘nest’. He looks back to you with a crestfallen look. “They aren’t pets, they’d be our children…” You give him a confused look. You hear a low growl escape him when you start to pull apart the ‘nest’ on the floor. You feel an arm wrap around your waist and you’re pulled off of your own bed.

Before you can protest you’re placed in a chair and Sebastian is re organizing the nest, this time putting it on the edge of your bed. Sebastian turns to you, picking you backup and tucking you into your bed. You had enough room to sleep with the ‘nest’ in your bed, but it was less than comfortable.

Fuck it, you’ll sleep somewhere else tonight. Why not the couch? Haven’t slept there in a while, maybe it’s comfier than you remember?

You got up, walking back to your drawer, not taking your eyes off Sebastian. You go to grab your necklace from the drawer, but you felt nothing when your hand landed on the drawer. You look away from Sebastian to see that the jewelry you had half hazardly left on your drawer was gone…

“Sebastian.” You glared at him. “Where is my jewelry?” Sebastian huffed as if he was annoyed. “What are you upset about? It’s my jewelry!” You hiss at him, turning to face him only to see he’s five feet from your face.

“Oh Master…I apologize I grabbed it when I walked in here.” He holds out his hand, delicately handing it to you. “It was just so tempting to take it, my bad.”

You grabbed it from him and paused, staring up at Sebastian. “What the actual hell is wrong with you? You’ve never done this shit before but now you feel the need to act up?”

Sebastian gave you an innocent smile, lowering his head a bit. “But where will we keep our eggs if we don’t keep them here? We can protect them better here.” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you towards the bed.

You hiss at him. “I don’t know what you are talking about! Eggs go in the fridge, we,” You gesture between the two of you. “Don’t, and won’t have any eggs, understand?”

He looks surprised by your response and grumbles out something before speaking to you again. “But…it’s the best time to have them, besides-“ He pauses , shaking his head. “Oh that’s right, humans don’t go into heat, it’ll just be me…”

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hey!! i was wondering if you could write a oneshot of larissa or melissa (whatever you think is best) where badicslly r and them literally despise eachother bc they got started off on the wrong foot and every interaction between them has just gone south, but r and larissa or mel find eachother extremely attractive, and then basically someone in the school told them that r is actually in love with them. and basically after that they get into another heated argument and they pull out the “it’s not my fault you’re in love with me” or something along those lines and r denies it ofc and then after that they like kiss n maybe some angry smut if you’re alright with that.

so sorry if this is too specific or you just don’t wanna write it lmfao 😭 TYSM!!

- 🪼

It Ain’t My Fault ~Dom!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Enemies to Lovers AU, where Melissa and Reader have never gotten along. The tension between them finally snaps… What will happen…? Anon Response— Thank you for the detailed request, anon!! I hope this finds you well. I had fun writing this little smut piece for you. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, eating out, semi-public sex, enemies to lovers, fighting, love confessions, screaming/yelling, dominance, light dom/sub implications, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Well It’s not my fault you’re in love with me—!!” Melissa shrieked.

Her classroom suddenly felt too hot and far too cramped, even though it was only the two of you. Your breath hitched and you stepped back slightly.

The two of you had been known to get into yelling matches, and the staff was quick to banish the two of you from the lounge if you felt like going at it. You didn’t even remember what this fight was originally about. You just didn’t get along. Never had. Ever since you had arrived at Abbott, Melissa always undermined you. It drove you insane, how she got under your skin. For Melissa, she could stand you either. You were just so annoying. So young and naive, so quick to disregard and disrespect authority. Neither of you would ever want to admit that you found the other attractive.

“Excuse me…??” You finally spat, coming back to reality from the brief stun.

“You heard me…!” She cocked, placing her hands on her hips and swiveling her head tauntingly.

“I am not in love with you—!” You exclaimed defensively, crossing your arms.

Melissa grinned wickedly and sauntered up towards you. You instinctually began to back up until the back of your legs hit the edge of her desk. Your breath hitched again as the older woman now stood right in front of you.

“Barb says otherwise, and Barb is always right.” She purred condescendingly, tilted her head slightly and staring you down.

Your eyes widened and you gulped. You uncross your arms and lean back a little on the desk, trying to get away from her intense presence.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you stammer.

“Fine, then prove it.” She quips, cocking her brow at you.

A challenge is something you can do.

“Ok, try me.” You immediately shoot back.

Melissa smirks and steps just a bit closer, so that her body is almost flush against you but not quite yet.

“Kiss me.”

You nearly choke on your own air, as your face flushes a deep red.

“I… sorry what..??” You choke out.

“Kiss me.” Melissa repeats as if it’s nothing, with a shrug, “Just once.”

“And what’s that going to prove…??” You defensively shot.

She raised her brow.

“You chicken?”

You immediately growled at her words. If there was anything you hated, it was being called incompetent and a coward. And Melissa loved to taunt you with both.

“Shut up.” You growled, before grabbing the back of her neck with one hand and smashing your lips together.

Melissa immediately groaned into the kiss. You really thought that you’d be able to prove your lack of love with this, but you were so wrong. The second you felt her lips, you were hooked. The kiss went from a peck to a sloppy mess in a matter of seconds, and neither one of you minded. You let out a breathy moan as her tongue slid into your mouth.

Her hands snaked around your sides, effectively pinning you to her desk. Yours held the back of her neck, as the other slid to her ass, pulling her flush against you while graciously squeezing her rear. This action made Melissa groan into the kiss once more, which only sent increasing sparks of arousal throughout your body.

After a minute, you both had to pull away, breathless. But the woman still kept you pinned to the edge of the desk by your hips. Her hold on you was bruising and dizzying, as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Melissa looked quite pleased with herself for having kissed you breathless.

When you finally met her eye, you knew she had won. The dark flicker of lustful dominance was something you couldn’t help but fold to. You allowed the woman the hoist you up on the edge of her desk, you allowed her mouth to wander along your exposed skin. You allowed her to take your tits and cunt out, to call you deliciously derogatory names as she sucked and bit at your nipples. You allowed her to shove her fingers into your mouth as a way to keep you quiet as she sucked on your pearl and explored your juicy folds. You allowed her to completely take control. And in return, she allowed you to cum.

~~~

Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

[cranberryjuice-posts]

I saw your story about the blind reader and I thought one where the reader is deaf this time? I like the drama but if you prefer it could just be something with anguish and a happy ending

YIPPEE‼️‼️

To be nothing with you

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x Fem! Daughter of Hecate! Deaf! Reader

An - am I writing this with reader being a Hecate kid bc I’m a Hecate kid yes and I will admit it every time 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

An pt2 - sign Language isn’t communicated in full complete sentences so like “are you going to the doctors tomorrow” would be like “you, doctors, tomorrow?” But with certian words like “You” or “can” you could always spell out if it’s necessary, So that’s how I’m gonna be writing (I have immediate Family who’s deaf so I understand a lot Abt sign language)

The breakup was for a good reason. You both just weren’t compatible. If that was the case how did you two always find yourselves drawn to eachother.

A perfect example would be tonight. You were sitting on the shore of the lake just taking in the scenery when you felt a familiar presence.

You looked to the side, finding the beautiful daughter of Ares beside you.

Clarisse made a few hand movements which you knew was sign language, she was asking ‘hearing aids?’. You nodded with a small smile, you always appreciated how she spent the time to learn sign language to communicate with you.

“Hey” clarisse leaned back on her hands.

“Hey?” You chuckled tilting your head in response. You had gone deaf a few years ago after an accident, being able to still hear with hearing aids was a blessing but without them you couldn’t hear a thing. “So.. what does the camp mean girl want with me hm? Trying to find a new kid to pick on” you teased lightly

Clarisse Rolled her eyes. “Yeah i came to bully one of the few Hecate kids in camp who I know damn well could curse me, I may be dumb—“

“You said it not me”

She gently shoved you making you laugh. “As i was saying, i May be dumb but I’m not that dumb— gods has anyone told you how annoying you are” she chuckled along side you.

“Yeah I’ve been informed” You grinned at her. It was nice with things like this, you knew clarisse always acted different around you which you didn’t mind. “So? What did you want”

Clarisse shrugged her shoulders “just wanted to see you”

There was a moment of silence, something you had grown to live with, the only sound near was the crashing of waves on the shore.

When you both were together, it hurt. Clarisse putting her pride before you, though you weren’t entirely innocent, any Time You argued you would take your hearing aids out for an entire day just to not talk to her.

You found yourself reaching out to clarisse, her following in suit. Your faces were close to the point you could feel her breath on your skin. You looked up at her soft brown eyes, it was like a silent agreement between you two.

She closed the gap by softly kissing you. Clarisse slid her hands down your waist and to your hips while gently grabbing your thighs. You found your hands trailing up her toned Arms and to her curly hair, locking your fingers in the hair while rubbing loving circles on her cheek.

It was always like this. You two would have a minute conversation before finding yourself making out with her.

You pulled away breathless from the kiss. clarisse shifted some before bringing her free hand up, softly tracing your lips. “You know.. your lips have always been the softest.” She admitted quietly. “Σ'αγαπώ” she whispered.

You closed your eyes not able to say the same, you knew If you did it would end badly just like last time. You sat up kissing her forehead. “See you soon ok”

You had done the math multiple times, but there was no solution. You two would never last.. if that was true then why did you feel like this

——

16 days.

That’s how many days you two avoided eachother.

Silena had confronted clarisse trying to tell her to talk to you but she couldn’t. Even when you showed up in her dreams she just couldn’t. She knew you loved her and herself on multiple occasions has been reminded how much she loves you.

But you just couldn’t work.

She promised herself that she wouldn’t put you through the hell of your relationship again, but now clarisse found herself breaking said Promise while standing in-front of the Hermes cabin thinking of a way to get your attention.

——

You were laying in your bed just looking up at the ceiling not being able to sleep. From the moonlight outside you saw a shadow moving at the window.

You walked over rubbing your eyes, once at the wall you saw clarisse standing outside. You opened the window and leaned out signing ‘grab hearing aids wait’.

She shook her head signing ‘no, wait’

You stopped confused you watched as the girl continued to sign, you smiled as it wasn’t the best and she messed up frequently but it was cute none the less.

‘We are not good together’ she started, you rolled your eyes and signed back ‘W O W, great start’

She gave you a sharp look before continuing ‘I love you, so please can we make it work’ clarisses face was calm, sweet and soft but you.. she knew the answer by your lack of movement.

‘No’ is all you signed back.. after a few moments you returned back to the windowsill with your hearing aids now in. “Clarisse we both know you won’t put me before trying to prove to your father that your the best”

“That’s—“

“The truth.” Your tone was flat. “We broke up for a reason, and we’re staying that way,.. go to your cabin, it’s late” you stepped back to close the window. She grabbed your hand stopping you. “Please.. it hurt when we were something but it’s worse to be nothing with you”

You softly took clarisses hand, kissing her scarred knuckles before pushing her hand out. “I’ll see you soon..”

You loved the daughter of ares and her the same to you. But you both loved other things before each-other.

——

[kooktrash]

Omg can u write a drabble about seven days to love Jungoo being sick and whiney (and attention seeker) and oc taking care of him ofc hehe 🥺🥺🤍

okokok im bringing him back since he’s such a baby. you don’t have to read SEVEN DAYS TO LOVE to understand this drabble <3

JUNGKOOK’S SICK DAY | jeon jungkook

warnings: none. straight fluff. sick jk. needy jk. 1.9k words.

Your relationship with Jungkook started off rocky and you take full blame for that. You had been too stubborn to admit that he wasn’t as bad as you made him out to be and over time you let him creep his way into your heart till he was pretty much the owner of it. Of course this dwill don’t mean you made it easy for good m but it was only because you knew he secretly liked your mean streak. Your boyfriend was sweet and so unbelievably funny practically all the time that it didn’t take you long to realize when something was wrong—take the other night for instance when you unintentionally made him jealous and snapped at him for it.

This morning was another one of those times when you noticed he was acting differently than usual. It was the most minuscule of things that caught your attention today but it was just strange. Typically, on mornings you didn’t spend with Jungkook at your side, he sent you a good morning text. Last night you worked late and had an early morning class today that it had just been easier to go back to your own place and not visit Jungkook since it was a farther drive from campus. You expected to wake up to one of his long and dramatic good morning texts that usually went along the lines of:

‘kook🖤: good morningggggggggg my angry little cinammon roll, idc if you hate the nickname, I love it bc I know it annoys u hehe. miss u’

It was very annoying but unbelievably endearing and you always responded with a:

‘you: pls stop calling me that, it’s so corny.

you: but morning, miss you too <3’

Today though, you woke up with nothing and when you checked his location out of curiosity if he was busy, you found him at home and ended up calling him.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy and tired which was unusual for him at this hour, it was the first sign that something was up.

“Good morning, I didn’t get my text today,” you said sitting at your vanity as you readied yourself for work. It was a little past noon and you had already gone to class and he had yet to reach out to you. That was strange considering how clingy your boyfriend usually was.

Jungkook lay in his bed, wrapped like a burrito in his blankets and phone on speaker lying on the pillow you usually used, “Sorry baby, I’m just waki—achoo!”

You paused, taken back by his overly loud sneeze and sniffle, “You okay?”

You’re not sure why you expected the big baby that Jungkook was to say yes when it was just so out of character. You should’ve known he would have responded with a whine, “No! I don’t feel good, a-and I want you to come over and make me feel better.”

“I’ve gotta get to work,” you said with a pout, “Joon would kill us both if we don’t show up. Did you call in yet?”

“I’m about to,” Jungkook said with another loud sniffle and cough that made you wince, “Please, Y/n, come over.”

“Jungkook, I can’t,” you said apologetically, “Taehyung is the only one working tonight and you’re already not going in so I can’t miss too. It wouldn’t be fair—“

“Y/n, come over!” You could practically see him kicking his feet in a childlike tantrum.

“Babe,” you released a sigh, “I’ll feel bad if I miss. I’ll come over right after, take something and sleep, okay?”

“I want you.”

“Do I look like cold medicine?” You asked, hearing him mumble a yes that made you smile in amusement, “I’ll see if we can finish early, I promise.”

Jungkook left you with a muffled goodbye and you felt bad just leaving him hanging but Namjoon was your boss and friend. He doesn’t like dating in the workplace but he’s fine with the two of you and you don’t want to take advantage of him or make him think you won’t put work first. He probably won’t like that you’ll miss work simply because of your boyfriend, so you got to work feeling awful for leaving Jungkook to fend for himself.

“So, no Jungkook today?” Taehyung asked from the stop of the stairs where his sound booth was. You shook your head no, “Don’t think he feels good.”

“Poor baby,” Taehyung pretended to wipe a tear away, “Well, thanks for coming in, I have a feeling he didn’t make it easy for you?”

“Not at all.”

kook🖤: 🤒😞

you: have you taken anything yet?

kook🖤: 😞

you: boy…

kook🖤: 🤧😞

“Y/n, tell your boyfriend to stop texting me,” Taehyung said suddenly, “He keeps crying that he wants you to go see him.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed in disbelief, “I didn’t know he was such a big baby when he’s sick.”

“The biggest,” Taehyung said with a shake of his head, “If you could stick around for at least another hour or two, I’ll let you go, but let’s just see how busy we get.”

The answer was, you didn’t get busy at all. Although you wanted to go over to Jungkook’s place right away, knowing him, he wasn’t prepared for a mile cold and you ended up going to the store to find some over-the-counter medicine and some easy foods he could eat. When you finally got to his place it was just before the sun could set and you let yourself in with the key he had given you a while back.

“Who’s there?” Jungkook shouted tiredly from his bedroom, “If it’s not Y/n it better be the Grim Reaper because I’m depressed.”

You rolled your eyes setting your bags down, “It’s Y/n!”

You heard intense rustling and banging from his bedroom until suddenly you were being confronted by Kaonashi from Studio Ghibli’s Spirited Away—you mean your boyfriend, who was completely wrapped up in his black comforter with huge bags under his eyes, “Jeez babe, you’ve definitely seen better days, huh?”

Jungkook made a whining sound as he opens up his arms and the blanket before dragging you into him, wrapping you in with him and squeezing tightly, “S-so cold.”

“Did you take anything yet?” You asked, feeling your feet lift off the ground just a bit with how he held you in a hug. You felt him shake his head no and with an annoyed sigh you asked, “Jungkook! I’ve been telling you all day to take something. How are you supposed to get better?!”

“Stop yelling at me,” Jungkook sniffled as you struggled to free yourself from his hold, “I’m sick.”

You released a sigh as you lifted a hand to feel his face and neck and sure enough he felt warm, “Have you eaten?”

He shook his head no with a pout, and you took a breath, “Okay, why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll make you something real quick.”

“Come,” he begged, grabbing your arm but you shook your head.

“No, I’m going to making you something to eat, hon, go shower it’ll help with your fever,” you told him and with an annoyed whine he left.

“So dramatic,” you whispered to yourself watching him shimmy his way back to his room still wrapped in his blanket and you smiled at how cute he was.

You didn’t start cooking until you heard the shower running and you hurried to make him a simple soup that he better like because you're not a cook at all. He’s making you have to learn because he’s such a big baby who forgot to feed himself.

Not even five minutes later was he back out, shuffling his way back to you and hugging you from behind. “That was not a shower, Kook. It wasn’t even five minutes.”

“It was a rinse,” Jungkook confessed, following you around the small space of his kitchen. You just sighed, “Okay, get in bed, it’s almost ready.”

He whined making you look at him with a scoff, “I didn’t know you were so bratty when you’re sick, you big himbo! I already left work early, I’m not leaving, I’m gonna take care of you so just go to bed and I’ll be there soon.”

Jungkook grumbled under his breath as he retreated, “Always so mean to me.”

When you got back to Jungkook’s room holding a tray with his food you found him face down on his bed, spread like a star fish pretending to cry, “Y/n doesn’t love me.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed as you entered his dark abyss, “You’re lucky you’re cute because I’ve never met someone this dramatic in my life.”

Jungkook smiled, rolling onto his back, eyes red and puffy, nose red and puffy, lips red and puffy, “You’re back. Come in bed and let’s watch a movie.”

“First, take your medicine,” you ordered as he took his remote control off the nightstand and began searching through Disney movies.

“Princess and the Frog or Tangled?”

“Jungkook,” you warned him as he talked to himself.

“Princess and the Frog, I completely agree,” he mumbled to himself, “You’re like Tiana, personality wise and I’m like Naveen.”

“You’re more like Louis,” you told him as you handed him the medicine and a glass of water.

“Did you just call me an alligator?” He asked with furrowed brows as he attempted to glare at you but he couldn’t.

“Big scary baby just like you.”

“So mean to me,” he mumbled as he looked down at the bowl of soup before letting his jaw drop.

Your brows furrowed, “What’s wrong?”

“Aren’t you going to feed me?” Jungkook asked cutely. As much as you wanted to smack him, he was sick and you owe it to him to be here. You want him to see you care about him just as much as he cares about you and if that means spoon feeding him to make him happy, you’ll do it.

“I didn’t know having a fever meant you can’t use your hands,” you teased as you blew softly on the hot soup before bringing it toward his mouth, “And you better eat all this because I hate cooking.”

“Yes ma’am,” he joked as he took the spoon finally and began shoving it all into his mouth, “So good, I should snap a picture and post this on Twitter—I mean, ‘X’, and tag Gordon Ramsey.”

“Shut up,” you laughed.

Once he was done, he threw himself back with a burp, “Wow I feel so much better.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“I do,” Jungkook nodded his head, “Guess I was away from you too long and my body couldn’t take it.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “So dramatic.”

He laughed, “Kiss?”

“No, you're still sick, I could hear it in your voice,” you told him and he pretended to glare at you. “Y/n. Kiss. Now.”

“No—Jungkook!”

He tackled you onto the bed, putting his entire weight on you and trapping you beneath him, “Kiss.”

With a tired groan you nodded, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down until your lips met. Jungkook smiled into the kiss, making himself more comfortable between your legs, not wanting to pull away even when you gently pushed at his chest. “Okay, Kook, there, you already can’t breathe well with your runny nose, let’s not push it.”

“Mm,” he groaned, “Baby, I’m sick, you can’t keep pushing me away.”

“How can I push you away when you’ve got me trapped under you?” You asked, tilting your head cutely that he smiled, squirming a bit over you.

“Right, I forgot.”

You spent two days dealing with your sick boyfriend who was the neediest baby you’ve ever met in your entire life, but you’d do it all over again.

::.

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[mvltisstuff]

boyfriends - e.b

summary: after dealing with her boyfriend for years, she finally decides to end things with help from buck.

evan buckley x reader

based on the song boyfriends by harry styles :))

a/n: guys i’m on s5 and what the duck is happening. also pretend ravi has been there for longer bc i literally love him

the table was set with thin candles and ceramic plates under a maroon tablecloth. there were light rain noises coming from outside, calming the room with the dim lights. the aroma of homemade pasta and white wine was filling the room. dressed in her neat jean skirt and black top, y/n sat in one of the chairs at the table.

the door unlocked and swung open with an aggressive stomping coming in with a swaying man. “hey, princess! sorry i’m late i was just busy.” slurring his words together, he walks over as she stands up.

“i thought you were at work.” she states, quietly. she’s confused as he should smell like an office, but instead radiates a busy bar and whisky.

“oh, the guys wanted to go out, sorry about dinner,” he says, slumping on the couch.

“i planned this whole thing, cam. you really couldn’t blow them off for one night?”

“it was just dinner! it’s not like we didn’t have food here.”

“yeah, food for us, that i made for you!” she starts getting annoyed but it’s impossible to argue with a drunk person. “it’s fine, i’ll just take it to work.” clearly annoyed, she pulls the plates out and clears them off into tupperware.

“well don’t be pissed at me because i wanted to hang out with the boys,” he says, his words barely making sense. she doesn’t fight back, knowing he won’t even remember this in the morning.

“go to bed, cameron.” y/n says, before entering the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

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dressing for work, y/n wakes up to throw on her uniform. she gathers her things to prepare for another long shift at the 118, and she notices his keys gone, along with his work belongings.

she walks out the door after grabbing the leftovers she had spent hours preparing for someone who spent hours not caring. she walks into the station to be greeted by her real family.

“hey, y/n!” eddie says, organizing one of the trucks with buck.

buck gives her a sweet smile, noticing the abnormal lack of excitement on her face. she walks over and talks to them a bit, drained of energy but still ready to force herself through the day.

as much as she didn’t want to leave her apartment, being at the station felt more of a warm welcome. stepping in through the garage doors, the cold air from her apartment and life outside had evaporated.

the team goes upstairs to the kitchen, as bobby is making coffee for everyone. y/n leaves her extra food on the counter to show people.

“what’s all this from, y/n?” bobby asks. “you didn’t have to bring this.”

“oh, it’s just my l-“ she cuts herself off. “i made this to bring to you guys. i made the pasta myself.”

“it’s delicious!” buck says, a mouthful of pasta and covering his mouth. he tries to lighten her mood after seeing directly through her lies.

he had met cameron before, never really being a fan of him. she’d brought him to one of the gatherings, and he spent the whole time ignoring her existence, and then getting mad at her for being upset. he knew she deserved better, and honestly, he thought, she deserves him. he wanted to help her, but didn’t want to cross the line and help where he wasn’t needed.

“really, buck? couldn’t even heat it up?” hen asks, slightly disappointed but expecting nothing else from him.

they all walk away back to their own chores around the station, as bobby stays in the kitchen. “hey, y/n!” buck runs up behind her.

“yeah? you ok?”

“that’s… kinda my question to you.” he stutters a bit. “it’s just- just wanna make sure everything’s okay, you don’t seem as… bright and bubbly as normal.”

buck and y/n had been friends for a long time, knowing how each other felt all the time. they were able to connect with one another so easily, and buck knew that something was wrong with her. he missed her happy mood, that seemed to have faded away more with every shift.

“oh, i’m fine, buck.” she smiles. “it’s just been a lot of work and sleeping, and repeat.”

she lies to him again about cameron, even though he knows the truth. “y/n/n, come on. don’t lie to me.”

“what?” she peeps out.

“talk to me, please.” he begs her to open up because he just wants to make her feel better. “is it cam?”

“n-no, buck. stop, it’s fine.”

that answer alone told him everything he needed to know. he doesn’t know all the details of their relationship, but it’s almost like cam pretends they aren’t even in one.

y/n doesn’t know why she defends him so much, or why she sticks up with it. she’s hoped things will change for a while, but usually nothing looks up. she loves him, she does. at least she thinks so. she provides so much for both of them, and has put in so much energy to their relationship, only for broken promises in return. she has hope that the time she’s put in was worth it, but every day when she goes home to him it becomes weaker. being a first responder, she wants to help everyone she can. she wants to be able to fix their relationship and she wants to feel valued, for once. people tell her all the time how she saved them, and she so badly wants him to realize that everyone needs to be saved. she’s given him the world, and it’s not long before she takes it all back.

“i know it’s not. i’m here for you, and if he’s not good to you i’m gonna be-“

“buck, just drop it! i’m doing the best i can!” her voice raises in defense, and he pulls her into the locker rooms. “im drained from this relationship, right now and i cannot get into this with you right now. this is my only escape, evan.” her light tears form in her eyes before her breathing becomes sharper. the other workers look at them, but with death stares from hen, chimney, and eddie they look away. they’re listening too, they never really liked him either but figured it was none of their business. it hurts to see their friend in this situation.

“i know, it’s gonna be ok.” he pulls her into a hug in hopes to calm her down. “you didn’t make that for us, didn’t you?”

“no, i made it for him. then he came home completely wasted and told me not to make a big deal out of it. i spent my one day off making this big ass dinner for him, and he couldn’t even take a minute to say thank you.”

“look at me, y/n.” buck pulls away and places his hands on your shoulders. “it is not your fault he’s not good enough for you. he is not. good. enough.”

“no,” she whispers.

“yes,” he says. “you deserve better than what he’s giving you.”

she shakes her head and his heart breaks more. there is no way that he has given her so much shit that she doesn’t believe it’s his own fault. the tears come stronger and run down her damp cheeks. “i can’t just leave him, buck. i cant hurt him like that because some part of me still loves him.”

“i know, but it is for the better.”

“i don’t think i have the power to end things. he wouldn’t listen to me and i can’t bring myself to break his heart.” she cries.

“you need to leave him before he breaks yours any more than it already is.” y/n calls back into his chest, and he sits her down on the benches. his own eyes are becoming glossy at the pain of watching his best friend have to deal with this. he’s had his own fair share of bad relationships, but they never meant anything because he is scared of this happening. it hurts his heart to know that she’s been carrying herself through this relationship as he’s just been more weight on her shoulders.

————————————————————————

the door of the apartment swings open again, as usually. surprisingly, the smell of liquor doesn’t hit y/n’s nose. cameron walks in, placing his bags on the floor by the door. “y/n?”

“y/n? where are you?” he calls out again and she makes her way out of the bedroom. “hey, you. did you make dinner?”

“no.” she says, maintaining eye contact.

“o-oh? we don’t have leftovers?”

“no, cameron. i took them to the station.” she says. “you would remember i told you that, but you were too drunk to remember.”

“what are you talking about, y/n? i went out for drinks, i don’t know why you have to be so bitchy about it.” she’s made her decision to leave, but the names still sting inside.

“well, you don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? youre not actually leaving me.” he let’s out a patronizing chuckle at her words, but she stands her ground.

“i am leaving you, cameron. my stuff is in my car, and we are over.” she doesn’t move from her spot on the ground, scared to move her glued feet like she’d fall over.

he laughs again with a critical grin on his face, again. “and where do you think you’ll go? i pay for this apartment, i pay the bills. you have nothing without me. y/n.”

“i work at the best fire station with the highest ranking paramedics and firefighters out there.” she retorts back. “i’ll be just fine without you, hell, i practically have been for the past two years.”

“you’re embarrassing yourself, baby girl.” y/n’s expression scrunches up from the cringe of the pet name that she’s always hated.

“don’t ever call me that again.”

“you have no where to go, you can’t stay at your stupid job forever.” he takes a step closer, and she takes another one back.

“actually, she’s going to stay with me until she can find an apartment.” buck says, coming around the corner, sensing her fear.

cam rubs his face. “y/n, please. we can do this together. you know i love you.” his immediate switches in mood is what she can’t control anymore, and she can no longer deal with it.

“some version of me out there still loves you back, and i feel insane amounts of nothing but pity for her.” y/n spits out at him.

“you’re a fucking psycho,” he says, and buck runs over to create more distance, standing between the two. y/n turns around, running her hands through her hair, trying to disappear.

“we’re leaving, y/n/n.” buck says, gripping your waist. “let’s go.”

“fuck, whatever. get the hell out.” cameron finally moves to the side and y/n and buck walk out of y/n’s old ‘home’ for the last time.

they stand outside in the parking lot, standing side by side as a speechless y/n stares in the distance. “i won’t stay for too long, i’ve found a few nice apartments to look at.”

“don’t worry about anything, y/n. you can stay there forever if it means you’re not there anymore.”

being faced with this much kindness and loving actions overwhelms her, making even more tears that she didn’t know she had pool in her eyes. “don’t cry, please. it’s ok, i’m here.” he pulls her back in and pats the back of her hair. “why don’t you drive over to my place, i’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

they go their separate ways and start driving to his nice apartment and already, it feels more like home than hers ever did.

buck pulls out his phone in the parking lot, in his car. he dials a few numbers and pulls the phone to his ear.

“hey, maddie. you busy tonight?”

————————————————————————

going up the stairs, y/n only had the energy to bring in a single bag to his apartment tonight. they walk side by side to his door together, his arm around her shoulders. buck fumbles with his keys and looks at her red, worn out eyes.

when he unlocks the door, y/n immediately notices all her family around bucks kitchen. she places her eyes on everyone, bobby and athena, hen, ravi, chimney and maddie, even christopher and eddie are there. “hey, y/l/n, welcome home.” athena is the first to say. and for the first time of the night, a fixed smile shines through her.

“hi guys, you all crowded in here?”

“thanks to this one, we wanted to be here for you, y/n.” hen says, pointing to buck.

“you did this?” she asks, sweetly, as if they all had just wrapped her hurt heart with the bandages of their love.

“i guess you could say that.” buck smiles, not wanting to take credit, but happy that he’s finally put some light in her mind.

“y/n, come over here and show us how you made that pasta.” bobby says, calling her over to start making dinner. “maddies going to start a salad.”

“ooh! i can make margaritas!” buck exclaims, excitedly.

“um, i can get behind that!” chim says.

everyone gathered around the kitchen, y/n notices her family all around, taking in the love they’ve given her. they would never have to take the time out of their day to come hang out in bucks tiny apartment if they didn’t truly care about her.

after a while, only buck and her remain in the kitchen. as everyone else squeezes into his living room, some people literally sitting on top of each other.

“hey, i don’t know how to thank you for all of this.”

“you don’t have to thank me for anything. this,” buck says, looking around the room. “is what you’ve deserved. and i will do anything to make sure you know that.”

they keep their eyes together, feeling everything from the day come down on them. both of them have their fears, but they seem to fade away and they forget about everyone else. realizing how much he really cares about her has changed everything for her. she loves buck more than she would ever have been able to love cameron. she reaches up impulsively, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in. she gives him a deep kiss and buck swears he’s levitating off the ground. his heart is on fire, waiting for this moment since they met. he didn’t expect anything in return, but he will say that this is a pretty nice reward.

buck leans back and shines a toothy grin at her, and she giggles. “you are very welcome.” he says, barely being able to get words out from his happiness.

they look over after hearing tiny giggles in the room. they both look over simultaneously, seeing christopher with an adorable, shining smile at them. he’s covering his mouth, but failing to conceal himself. “hi, christopher.” buck says.

“hi, buck! hi y/n!” he says, still not being able to wipe the smile away.

back in the living room, with maddies legs draped over him, chimney says to hen with a smirk, “and just like that, i am 20 dollars richer.”

“oh come on, chim, we all knew it was bound to happen.” hen laughs and they welcome y/n and buck back over.

[cupidjyu]

fragile

juyeon x reader (request for the anon with the super long sweet message!! ly!)

genre: hurt/comfort, crying, sweetie juyeon, cuddles, sharing bed, idk fluff but with comfort?? he likes to call you gorgeous just bc i said so notes: be ready for another hyunjae piece of writing you're going to be so tired of me (i have no shame) word count: 2k

It was not often that you felt like this. Ever since you started dating Juyeon, you found yourself smiling endlessly. He was the perfect boyfriend who made those silly pick-up lines or often invited you to slow dance to his favorite song. He was the perfect man that you could hug for as long as you’d like or kiss as much as you’d want.

But, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t have any bad days. Today was a perfect instance, as nothing had gone your way. You barely slept after having a nightmare, leaving you exhausted. And for the rest of the day, as you tried to check off your to-do list, you constantly failed. Everything you did was either at the wrong time or poorly done due to your fatigue. It didn’t help that Juyeon was working that day, meaning you couldn’t call or text him for help to pick you up in the midst of a rainstorm.

So there you were, sitting in your bed with your knees brought up to your chest. There was a constant sense of “just give up” that rotated through your already racing thoughts. You stared at your phone which was constantly pinging with emails and text messages of all the responsibilities that you failed to do.

You were about to shut your eyes and block yourself from the world. Well, up until you heard a specific ring from your phone. Lifting your head slowly, you realized that it was Juyeon who had texted you.

work just finished, how’s your day? ^^

Frankly, it was horrible, you answered in your head. And you didn’t know what came over you but you found yourself clicking on the call button instead of answering with a text.

Immediately, he picked up. 

“Hello?” His deep voice rang.

You stayed quiet, trying to swallow the annoying lump in your throat.

“Y/n?” He asked again.

Taking a shaky breath, you willed yourself not to burst out into tears just at the sound of your boyfriend’s sweet, sweet voice.

“Juyeon,” You whispered. “How are you?”

Surprise was evident in his voice. “I’m… good.” He hummed quietly. “Are you okay?”

Biting your lip, you quietly shook your head. With your eyes shut closed you replied with a timid voice, “I’m fine.” A blatant lie but you knew that your boyfriend’s work was taxing and you would hate to create more of a burden for him.

He was silent for a second. And then—

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“What?” You panicked, but you could already hear his door opening through the phone. Your heart was pounding now as you looked around your room. Specifically, your bed was a mess. Clothes everywhere, random pieces of paper crumpled about because of your own spiraling. He can’t… come over now.

But it seemed that he didn’t care. He was always known to be the oblivious one, but when it came to you, he noticed every single detail about you. He could tell when you were tired and offer his shoulder for you to lean on or if you were uncomfortable, he’d shield you with his tall frame. As he stayed on the phone with you, his voice was sweeter, more gentle as he talked about his day. A way to distract you.

“Sunwoo tripped on a ball today. Can you believe that?”

You listened without saying a single word. Slowly, you lost track of time, and it must be that those five minutes had passed because he was now unlocking your door with the password that you had told him once. For emergencies, he said.

When he entered your room, you immediately whipped your head away from him to hide the growing tears in your eyes. He stayed there for a moment, taking in the sight before he silently took a seat on the edge of your bed.

“Are you really fine?” He muttered. His large hand came to the side of your face, gently coaxing you to look at him. His eyes instantly softened at the sight as there must be tears trailing down your face.

You shook your head.

“What happened?” Your boyfriend questioned. And taking note of your state, he was hesitant to touch you.

With a shaky voice, you told him about your day, occasionally pausing to try not to choke on your tears. Juyeon listened intently, his eyes constantly tender on yours. Slowly, his hand came to hold yours, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

Once you were done, you were practically heaving for breath. And cautiously, he approached you on the bed and he wrapped his arms around your figure. He pulled you close to his chest, letting you cry into his hold. You hadn’t even noticed that you had begun to grip the hem of his shirt tightly. 

His hand slowly traveled to yours, loosening your grip gently.

“Don’t hold on too tight,” He whispered with a saccharine tone as he entwined his fingers with yours. He pulled away slightly to look you in the eye, his fingers coming up to your cheeks to softly wipe your tears away, even though they were still flowing. “I’m right here. Just look at me, okay?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly as you focused on looking him in the eyes. He began to smile. It wasn’t the usual cheeky or teasing smile. This one was soft and genuine, reassuring you along with the constant stroke of his thumb.

“You’re doing perfectly,” He said, his other hand rubbing your back in up-and-down motions.

Once you were sure that your tears had stopped streaming, you tilted your head slightly to set your forehead against his chest.

“Thank you,” You mumbled. “You can… go now.”

He stiffened. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Yes.” But he quickly noticed the way your hand came back to his shirt to hold onto the fabric tightly. He huffed out with amusement.

“You know that you won’t bother me, right?” He replied. “I want to take care of you.”

You froze at his words. With a sniffle, you hid further into his chest. “Then stay if you want.”

He hummed. And then he looked around the room.

“Stand up for a moment.” He smiled as he gently picked you up in his arms. You watched in slight confusion as he began to move about the room, cleaning up for you. He put away your clothes and whenever he would walk past you, he would pull you in by the waist and press a soft kiss somewhere on your face.

He would pick up the papers, and then kiss you on the forehead. Put away your bag, and kiss you on your cheek. And just before he fixed up all your pillows and blankets, he hooked an arm around you to pull you right against his lips, moving softly and unhurriedly.

Immediately, you were blushing at his actions.

“Juyeon,” You whined. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel better.” He grinned. And then he was pulling a comfy hoodie over you, specifically his hoodie. His hands came up to each of your cheeks, pinching them lightly. “You look gorgeous today, have I told you that?”

“Don’t lie,” You grumbled, aware of your tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes.

“I’m not,” He whispered, his voice lowering. He did have the habit of calling you gorgeous in the most random scenarios. Sometimes he’d be in a whole other room and he’d still be texting you that you look gorgeous. “I love you. And that’s also not a lie.”

You were even more flustered. “I love you too.”

“Of course you do,” He teased, taking your hand in his to pull you into bed. You had noticed that he had set up a movie to watch amidst all the soft blankets.

With a small smile, you sat beside him. Immediately, he pulled you closer so that you could rest against his chest. 

It was a simple movie. A cute Disney movie. One where you shouldn’t cry about. But when your mind had trailed off, remembering the fact that Juyeon had rushed to you just to pull you in his arms, that he pressed kisses all over your face to make you feel better, and that he had prepared all this, you couldn’t help but sniffle again. Again, tears welled up in your eyes and he was quick to notice.

Turning off the movie, he turned to you with a loving gaze.

“Why’re you crying again, angel?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

He huffed out a small laugh. “Don’t be sorry. That’s why I’m here, gorgeous.”

He shifted so that he was facing you completely. And then his hands came to cradle your face again as he wiped your tears off gently. He took extra care, even tucking a piece of hair around your ear as he pressed another soft kiss to the very tip of your nose.

“Tell me. What do you want to do?” He smiled softly.

You paused. And then you frowned. “I don’t know. I’m sorry again.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” And instead, he took the lead, gently lifting you up and placing you on his lap so that you were straddling his hips. He leaned against the headboard, his hand coming to the back of your head to bring you into his neck. Stiffly, you shuffled so that you were burying your nose into it, inhaling his comfortable scent.

Letting a few more tears fall, your hands fell to your sides, slowly relaxing against his warmth.

“Can we stay like this?” You whispered against his skin.

“Mhm,” He hummed, turning to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “Of course.”

And so that’s what you did. At some point, he began to hum a song that you didn’t know the name of, but his deep voice easily lulled you to fall asleep.

Checking on you, he cautiously brought you to lie down in bed, wrapping you warmly in the blankets. He brought his sleeve under your eyes, gently patting them with a fond smile as he admired each of your features.

But then you blinked your eyes open, startling him.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” He pouted slightly.

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. I can fall asleep again. Right now actually.”

“Tired?” 

You nodded.

Juyeon chuckled, wrapping a strong arm around your torso to bring you up against his body. “You know that you don’t have to hide anything from me right? Just tell me and I’ll be right here for you.”

You nodded shyly. “Thank you.” You bit your tongue, your cheeks beginning to feel hot. And then you suddenly blurted out a quiet, “I love you.”

He widened his eyes slightly before his expression turned into a smug one, his lips curling up like a cat’s.

“Love you too,” He teased, pressing his lips softly to yours. And he had tried to pull away quickly but your hand grasped onto his collar to instead deepen the kiss.

He froze for a minute before eventually leaning back into your lips, a shy smile growing on his own as his hands tightened comfortably around you. It was a simple, cute kiss, though without much direction because the lights were too dim to see much of anything. All you could do was feel and hear as the two of you kissed over and over again, small noises in between. 

When you finally broke away, he let out the most adorable giggle ever as he nuzzled into your neck this time.

“What are you laughing about?” You smiled.

“Don’t know,” He laughed. “I just love kissing you. You make me happy.”

“You do too,” You whispered. “But let’s compliment each other tomorrow. I’m sleepy.”

“Okay, but one more thing,” He chuckled, pulling you into his chest. “You look gorgeous. Have I said that already?”

Slapping him with a scowl, you buried yourself further into him. “You did. And you can’t even see my face right now.”

“I stand by my statement,” He hummed. You laughed before your eyes began to grow heavy, sleep taking over you briskly.

Tears were dried on your cheeks and your eyes were puffy. It was not often that you felt like this. But as long as you had Juyeon, maybe things would be alright.

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! Reader 🩷 Eddie knew reader from highschool, but he's surprised to see her with Max Mayfield at Max's trailer, later when she's gone, Eddie goes to Max's and asks her what was reader doing there and Max tells him that she's like her babysitter (or something like that?) And Eddie tells her that he wants to take reader on a date, and Max decides that it'll be funny trying to help Eddie to get a date with Reader, (maybe you can write like an Eddie and Max making a friendship bc of planning a way to invite reader to a date with Eddie) , and it works, and they start dating, and Max is happy for them bc her two friends are dating, and she always makes fun of how Eddie needed her help go plan a date

This was fun! I love Max

I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Helper Max

Eddie was minding his own business as he played his guitar. His speakers were loud as he practiced a new song. Not hearing the pounding on his front door until the song finished.

"MUNSON!" Eddie set the guitar on his bed and walked quickly to his door. Yanking it open to see the familiar redhead at his door with a glare.

"Can you keep it the fuck down? I'm trying to study." She growled, her eyes filled with fire as she crossed her arms. Eddie smirked down at her.

"My bad, big red. I'll keep it down." Eddie winked as she rolled her eyes. She turned around as she marched back to her house. That's when he noticed Y/N standing there with a smile. Eddie quickly straightened his posture and fixed his hair. Why was the cheerleader in a place like this? How did she know Max? And she just watched him get cussed out by a child.

The second Y/N left, Eddie raced over to Max's. Pounding at her door as he waited for her to open the door.

"Yes?" She asked, holding open the door.

"What's the cheerleader doing at your place?" He asked, immediately getting to the point. He felt a little nervous when a smirk stretched across Max's lips.

"She's my tutor, what's it to you? Does someone have a crush on the pretty cheerleader?" Max mocked, making kissing sounds.

"Oh shut up. What do you even need a tutor for? I thought you were the smart one." Eddie teased.

"For math. Thanks for stopping by." She said, closing the door but Eddie slammed his foot in between. Max sighed and opened the door.

"You guys friends? Like does she talk about her life with you?" Eddie asked.

"Yes, we are friends. And yes, she's single." Max said, slamming the door closed.

Eddie fist-bumped the air as he ran back to his trailer. She was fair game.

~~~

Eddie stared out his window, waiting for Y/N to leave. He thought about how to ask her out for a week and got nowhere. He knew he had to ask Max for help.

Once she pulled away, Eddie raced to Max's. Her annoyed face stared back at him when she opened the door.

"Now what?" She sighed.

"I want to ask her out, and I got nothing. But you know her! I need you to teach me everything about her." Eddie said, his eyes pleading as Max thought about it.

"I'm not going to teach you everything, but I will help you ask her out, but what do I get?"

"Free rides to and from school," Eddie promised.

Over the time of two weeks, Eddie and Max met up almost every day. Max taught Eddie Y/N's likes and dislikes. She tried to connect to things she knew they both had in common. Max also had to learn who Eddie was before she decided if it was a good idea or not. But she learned that Eddie wasn't bad at all.

"Hellfire canceled, got to go!" Eddie rushed out towards the boys as he ran out the school doors.

Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all looked at each other confused when Eddie got in his van....with Max.

"He canceled to hang out with Max?" Mike asked out loud

"That shit is weird, even for Eddie," Dustin said, confused as he watched Eddie drive away.

~~~

Eddie paced in his room, filled with anxiety as he waited to start the plan. He knew he wanted to ask her out, and even Max had a good feeling she would say yes.

Once Eddie heard the knock on his door, he knew it was only a matter of time. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Acting surprised, "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"Max's mom is coming home, and she doesn't know Max is paying me to tutor, so she sent me over here to wait it out? Max said you'd be fine with it, otherwise, I can go in my car and drive up a block." Y/N explained, her nervous words flying out fast. Eddie made her nervous. His dark exterior and reputation excited her in ways that it shouldn't.

"All good, come on in gorgeous." She felt her knees go weak at the nickname and smirk on his face. She swallowed and stepped into his trailer. The linger of weed filled her nose as she looked around. Eddie walked to his couch and patted the spot next to him, his arm thrown over the back, a smirk still on his face.

Max said Y/N liked confidence and control.

"Take a sit, I don't bite unless you ask nicely."

Y/N shuddered as she sat next to him, his jeans scraping against her bare skin. She yanked down her cheerleading skirt the best she could. Feeling exposed under his stare.

"Cheerleader and a tutor? Must be a really busy girl. Do you have any time for your boyfriend?" Eddie asked, he knew she didn't have one, but he wanted her to fall into the trap.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend." She shrugged it off easily. A smile on her face as she corrected him.

Eddie clicked his tongue, his arm thrown over the couch where she sat, leaning forward. His finger picked up her chin, her eyes stared into his.

"How can a pretty girl like you not have a boyfriend?" He teased, his eyes looking down at her lips as she nervously licked them.

"Um, no one asked." She whispered, feeling nervous as his nose was almost touching hers. But she didn't want to pull away.

"And if I did?"

"You did what?"

"I asked you out on a date, and then another one, maybe a third. Then I'll ask you to be my girlfriend if the dates go well." Eddie explained to her, his arm behind the couch moving down to touch her back.

"I'd say yes."

~~~

"Can you stop making out for five minutes so she can check my answers?" Max snapped, waving her paper in the air.

Y/N blushed and pulled away from Eddie. An apology on her lips as she moved off the couch and took a seat on the floor next to Max.

She went over the answers as Max glared at Eddie over Y/N's shoulder. Eddie sat behind Y/N and played with her hair.

"Sorry, red." Eddie shrugged his focus back on his girlfriend, playing with the strands of hair that fell out of her bun.

"Sorry, my ass. I'm the whole reason you even got together. Don't push it or I'll make her dump your ass." Max threatened

Y/N laughed as she handed Max back the paper. "Very nice job."

"I'd like to say, I got her because of the amazing dates we went on." Eddie defended.

"Because I planned them all! If it wasn't for me, you'd still be staring from your window across the street." Max smirked, watching as Eddie grew embarrassed

"I DID NOT DO THAT!"

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[danikamariewrites]

can i request a cassian x reader with her being hyperfeminine and cassian being very masculine, like I think they would make such a good couple, him taking care of her and her taking him on shopping sprees and dresses him up and they just look so cute next to eachother bc they’re literally polar opposites. he has his fighting leathers on snd she has the cutest dresses on😩 reader being obsessed with skincare, makeup, hair, literally being a girly girl👀 and imagine she gets hit on or is insulted by someone and cass just steps in like the man he is😟🤍 HE IS SO SEXY

Cassian with a hyperfeminine mate hc

A/n: omg anon I love this idea sm it’s so cute ☺️

Warnings: none

You two are complete polar opposites when it comes to fashion

Where you’re bright colors and bubbly, Cassian is all basics nothing extra and all black clothes

Cassian thinks you’re the most precious little thing in the whole world

And while the general does look sexy in black you love seeing him in colors every once in a while

You do you’re makeup almost everyday and it always matches your outfits perfectly

Cassian doesn’t know how your eyelashes get so much volume but he drops to his knees whenever you bat them at him

The only thing Cassian ever took care of before he met you was his hair

It’s so long and beautiful so of course he’s going to take good care of it

But then you come along and show him all the hair treatments he can do and hair masks

Cassian loves when you do his hair treatments for him bc you give him a scalp massage and rub his temples and he becomes so relaxed

You talked him into letting you do a makeover on him once

You plucked his eyebrows, shaved his face, waxed him, skin care and everything

He would never admit it to his brothers but he loved how he felt after

Cassian also loves the attention and intimacy of you taking care of him like that

He’s amazed that you constantly do this for yourself too

Now once a week you two have face mask night and snack and gossip

Your dresses, shoes, and accessories always match

You’re like Night Court Barbie

Whenever Cassian takes you shopping he always takes you out to eat first bc no one should shop on an empty stomach

And he gets you your favorite drink to-go like an iced coffee or tea

Cassian is such a gentleman when it comes to you

Always holding doors open for you

Pushing your chair in when you sit down

If it rains he holds the umbrella for you

If there’s a giant puddle in the way he picks you up and carries you over it so your shoes and dress stay dry

When you two go shopping you always demand to pick out two colorful items for Cassian and he has to wear them

It’s never anything to over the top, you still want him to be comfortable

You love nights out with the IC

You and Mor have a tradition of getting ready together and started to include Feyre when she came along

If you were ever uncomfortable at the bar you were at Cassian would not be afraid to step up and protect you

You’d cling to him after and he wouldn’t leave your side for the rest night

Cassian would always have his arm around you or his hand on the small of your back

When he goes away you’re always sad for the first few days and so is he

In the few days leading up to his departure you’re inseparable, constantly cuddling on the couch or having lazy days in bed while he reads to you

Before he leaves you always sneak in your favorite little blanket with your perfume on it in his bag and somehow manage to tie one of your hair ribbons on his bun

It’s usually a baby pink color

He pretends to be annoyed but if there ever came a day where you stopped putting ribbons in his hair he’d probably die of a broken heart

You just wanted to make sure he had a piece of you with him while he was gone so he wouldn’t be too homesick

[annesstardustchords]

You Look So Perfect - Marc Spector X Reader

Request from @simpforbritgents : "I’m convinced that Marc would love and not be able to help fucking you (respectfully ofc) when you steal his clothes bc it’s all oversized on you and he knows you love wearing his clothes."

I'm OBSESSED with this idea so ofc I had to make it filthy :)))

CW: Smut under the cut, weed usage, alcohol consumption, oral (f receiving), fingering, light choking, praise kink, size kink, reader is referred to as "girl" - ie, "pretty girl", "sweet girl", "good girl", etc.

(lmk if I missed anything!)

Playlist: Salt and The Sea - The Lumineers, Mistakes - Sharon Van Etten, Come Here - Dominic Fike, Baby - Born Without Bones

Every reblog and like is appreciated - thank you all for the love on my first fic <3

Your boyfriend, Marc, wasn't home. He'd been gone since early in the morning, out chasing scarabs and such; this was pretty normal for him, and for you. He was rarely around during the days lately. You missed him. God, did you fucking miss him. Any time he was away, it was like he took your heart with him. Tonight wasn't any different, and you needed him. To have his arms wrapped around your waist, to take in his scent, to listen to his breathing as his chest moved beneath the rest of your head; just to be in the same fucking room for once. Even seeing him from a distance would suffice at this point.

You weren't sure what had you so worked up. Sure, you missed Marc, but you miss Marc every time he's gone, so what made today any different?

Regardless, you figured that sitting around and moping wouldn't fix the ache in your chest for him, or the flush in your cheeks from the tingling in your lower belly, or the stupid aphrodisiac effect that wine had on you (and you had drank about a half a bottle on your own,) so you decided to just go to bed and hope he's there when you wake up in the morning.

But that didn't work either.

An hour had passed, and you are still wide awake. With an annoyed groan, you sit up and grumpily make your way into the kitchen, bare feet shocking your system at the coolness of the tile beneath you. You shiver as you grab your box of joints from the cabinet, rubbing the goosebumps on your arms as you make your way back to your bedroom. You open the window and place the ashtray on the sill, reaching behind you to pick up Marc's sweater up off the couch, slipping it on as you climb out the window onto the fire escape, grabbing a joint from the box still sitting on the windowsill as you do so.

You let yourself drown in his massive sweater whilst you light the joint, the freezing cold air hitting you hard. You take a hit, holding the smoke deep in your lungs with a massive inhale, the scent of Marc hitting your nose as you do so. You exhale, and bury your nose into the neckline of his hoodie, taking in as much of his cologne as you can.

You stay sat on the fire escape for 15 minutes, smoking the entirety of the joint and longing for Marc; the soft hums of muffled indie playing throughout your apartment as your high fully hits. You shuffle back inside, closing the window behind you and dropping the box and ashtray to your side table with a clunk as you fall into your bed.

You leave the music on, fully basking in the size of Marc's hoodie, rolling around in it as if you were in a music video. You knew it was the weed talking, but it almost -almost- felt like he was holding you; his aroma surrounding you in a fog-like hug as you lazily hummed along to the song playing, giggling at nothing in particular. 

You kicked off your sweatpants and stood up, bouncing around to the music as you filled your glass with more wine (not that you needed it,) and swayed around to the beat in some pitiful attempt to tire yourself out.

You weren’t sure how long he’d been watching but as you opened your eyes and swirled around, your red eyes met Marc's dark ones. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiles. 

“Marc!” You squeal, running over to him and practically chucking yourself into his strong arms.

"I missed you so fucking much," he murmurs into your hair, the rasp in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Are you really here?" you whisper, holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

"Yeah, pretty girl," he chuckles, "I'm right here."

"I missed you so much. Had to smoke a whole J on my own to get you outta my head," you joke, poking at his ribs, "It didn't work, though."

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long," he sighs, pulling away from you and tossing his bag onto his floor, "But I-"

He pauses for a little too long, looking at you up and down like a man starved.

"But you...?" you prompt, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Nothing, I- it doesn't matter. You... Fuck- You look really fucking good in my sweater, baby," he groans, grabbing you by the waist.

"Oh?" you giggle, "You like it when I wear you clothes, hm?"

"Fuck, I really do. Lets me know you're mine," he whispers, swooping his head down to place a passionate kiss to your lips, "But as much as I like it on you, I think I'd prefer it off."

You blush and step back, slowly removing the sweater from yourself to reveal your bare chest and pink panties.

"Better?" you sheepishly ask, biting your lip as you smile.

"Much better," he sighs, taking a step towards you and pulling you toward him again, "God, I gotta taste you, pretty girl. Can I please, please taste you?"

"Please, Marc," you whimper as he places gentle kisses to your neck, the various substances coursing through your blood stream causing every little touch to set your skin on fire.

"C'mon, princess," he grunts as he picks you up bridal-style, carrying you back to your bed as you giggle and nip at his collar bones.

You cherished that small moment; having his tall, strong figure encapsulating your petite one in comparison to his. It made you feel safe - protected, like nothing could hurt you.

He gently places you onto the mattress, and in what feels like the same motion, grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed.

"Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart. Been away so long, I gotta reward you for being so patient," he smirks as peppers kisses from your sternum down to your belly button.

"Please make me feel good, Marc. Missed you bad," you murmur, trying to restrain from begging him even though that's all you wanted to do. You'd get on your knees and fucking beg - that's how much you needed him.

He smiles and runs a finger over your clothed cunt, causing you to take a sharp breath. He tucks a finger under the waistband of your panties and pulls them down in the same motion, chucking them somewhere behind him.

"God, you're fucking perfect," he whispers, admiring the sight in front of him.

Meanwhile, you were admiring the sight below you.

He looked so fucking good. His big, lustful eyes gazed upon you like it was the first time he'd seen you naked. He was him, and you were you, but it was like it was the first time all over again.

"Marc," you whined, wriggling under the hold he had on your hips.

"What do you need, princess?" he asks, cocking his head to the side with a joking intonation in his voice.

"Please, just fucking touch me," you finally beg.

He smiles then, ducking his head between your thighs, placing a kiss to each inner thigh before kitten licking a single stripe through your folds. You moan and let your head fall back at the sudden relief.

He nips at your clit as he lets his hand explore your chest, tweaking your nipple as his fingers trace across it. The simple action feels like fireworks across your body, setting you on fire.

"You taste so good, sweet girl," Marc groans, licking his lips.

He dips his finger into your entrance, gathering your arousal on his thumb and raising his hand to your mouth.

"Open, baby," he says, swiping across your bottom lip. You do as he says, opening your mouth and taking his thumb onto your tongue, tasting yourself on him. You suck ever so slightly, though it's enough to send Marc into a crazed hunger. He fully attaches his lips to your clit, licking and sucking as he enters a finger into your hole, hooking it right where you needed him to.

"Oh my God, Marc... Fuck- Feels so fucking good," you moan, your head lulling to the side as he eats you out like he'll never touch you again.

"That's it, baby," he praises as you moan; something he'd do every so often as an act of incentive; of devotion, "Take what you need."

At that, you let your hips snap up, your clit bumping his nose with a strangled moan from you as Marc's hand makes its way up your stomach, grabbing at the flesh of your hips to keep you in place - just enough, though, that he'd still have control over you.

"Fuck, Marc... Need you," you whine, rolling your hips against him.

"You have me, sweetheart," he chuckles, the vibrations from the wonderous melody of his laugh like electricity against your aching core.

"Mh-mh," you moan, shaking your head, "Wanna fuck you."

"Oh, really?" he chuckles, ceasing his actions on your clit much to your dismay. He climbs on top of you, holding himself just inches from your face. He places a delicate kiss to your lips, but you're having none of it- pulling his lips to yours like they're your only source of oxygen. Passionate; all the yearning for him pouring out of your lips onto his.

"Please? I've been such a good girl for you- waited so long for you to come home... Didn't even touch myself," you mutter between kisses.

"Oh, fuck, y/n. You can't say shit like that," he groans as you feel him grow insatiably hard against your thigh.

"Can't help it," you groan, rutting your hips into him, "I need you to know how you make me feel."

"I'm boutta make you feel a whole lot better, dollface," he smirks.

To Be Continued...

[elysianymph]

my unpopular marauders opinions

(i'm scared 😟)

'nothing is ooc bc we know nothing about the characters!' might work with the girl characters and the lesser known ones but it does not fly when we are talking about the marauders and other characters like barty, regulus, etc. we have so much (biased) information on these characters and you can't erase all they were in the original text bc you want to make an oc in the marauders era.

sirius is literally one of the most interesting characters in the fandom and i hate how he's been dumbed down to regulus' brother or remus' boyfriend depending on who's pov we're reading. what happened to cool sirius and why has he become a loser who follows remus around like a lapdog??? what happened to casanova sirius who all the girls were into but he never paid them any attention??? what happened to the sirius who risked his life and ran away bc he refused to become like his parents??? and why has been reduced to a whimpering mess who cries bc remus is mean to him (ooc on remus' part too). you're lying to yourselves if you think sirius wouldn't start throwing hands the moment remus insulted him. i need to write an entire separate post for this bc it makes me viscerally angry when i see him portrayed like this. who decided that giving remus all of sirius' main character traits was a good idea??

similarly, remus has become so boring. he has literally become the toxic love interest in a werewolf story please STOP IT. i'm tired of remus constantly yelling and calling other people (specifically sirius) worthless or hitting their deepest insecurities but it's all justified bc it's the full moon and he's angry and emotional. it's overdone, it's toxic, it's boring and i don't want to see it. my remus will forever be a an old sweater-wearing, bookworm people pleaser who wanted nothing more than to have friends who loved him despite who he was and he treasured them so dearly when he found them. he carried extra pens and quills in his bag because he knew peter always forgot his, he always came to james' games to cheer him on despite not being interested in quidditch. idk what you people find appealing about remus thinking sirius is a nuisance or annoying when they're dating but it's not <3 he spent years staring at sirius' back during class and being satisfied to just be in his presence because he didn't think he deserved any of it. how could he wish for more when sirius was wrapping an arm around him and whispering the plan to their newest prank? you want me to think the shy boy who looked away anytime sirius made eye contact with him was a smooth talker who found sirius annoying?? at this point he's an oc with remus' face be fr

sirius >>> regulus any day. cry about it

speaking of regulus i hate how the fandom has characterized him. you've created sirius 2.0 with his storyline (while simultaneously slandering sirius' character) and then made him an emo version of remus' already awful characterization. he's not an uwu victim who begged his brother to come with him, he was a blood supremacist who was probably overjoyed that the stain on his family tree was gone. 'i hate you but i love you' describes the black brothers perfectly but that 'but' doesn't undo the hatred they feel for each other. sibling relationship are so complex, especially in a family like theirs, and their relationship would've been turbulent. by the time sirius had ran away i fully believe the hate they felt for each other was bigger than any love they had left. regulus who is a manipulative asshole, regulus who is actively trying to get rid of sirius so he can get to be the heir he thinks he deserves to be will always be more interesting than the way regulus is written in most jegulus fics.

also james would've literally bullied regulus. it's the truth

also, let james be an asshole! let james be a bully! he was a teenager for fucks sake let him be mean and cruel! give him an ego the size of the sun and nothing else to 'make it better'. he was an only child raised in a pureblood family, i would be more surprised if he didn't turn out to be a narcissistic teenager. he was talented and spoiled and wanted everyone to agree with him bc he had never been brought down to earth from his high horse. let him be messy. i don't understand why the fandom has such a problem with complex characters

this fandom hates on severus too much while babygirl-ifying characters who have done the same or worse than him. was he an asshole? yes. was he also a really interesting character that people choose to ignore or push aside bc he's not conventionally attractive? yes. you've idolized barty and evan and regulus, characters who are also canonically death eaters and have done unforgivable things, yet you continue to hate on severus because?? i don't like him either but commenting 'stan bambi' on every single severus edit is a bit too much effort for a character you claim to not give a shit about :/

remus would NOT be friends with barty, evan and regulus. he's a loser and those three would bully him to death

'i wish people would make more marauders era girls content-' 💥💥💥make it yourself. there is PLENTLY of girls content all you need to do is look in the tags (but oh wait you can't look in the tags bc no one in this fandom has apparently heard of fandom etiquette and they're all tagging every ship under the sun on a post about jegulus. trust me, if i wanted to see jegulus content i would go in their tag. now stop tagging it with dorlene and marylily)

idk if this one is that unpopular cause i've seen it around quite a bit recently but the lupins are literally one of the best families and they are so underrated. the relationships between hope and remus and lyall and remus and the effects that remus' lycanthropy has on them is always on my mind fr. you don't need to give every character mommy/daddy issues to make them interesting or complex ❤️

the prank is SO overdone. like every post prank fic is the same shit and i'm tired. sirius felt no remorse, remus called it an unfunny prank, get over it. it can be interesting to explore (especially sirius' thoughts during it and how remus deals with the consequences of one of his best friends betraying him) but so many times the prank has just been used to justify writing remus being so so incredibly shitty to sirius and poking at his every insecurity that at this point i don't even want to read about it anymore. remus had every right to be mad but once again you're ignoring the canon characterization just to make him seem like a badass when he would absolutely not confront sirius about it.

'[girl character] is just the female version of [male character]' literally makes me want to bite someone's head off. how is it that you have time to create whole new personalities for james, sirius, remus and every other male character under the sun but lily, mary, dorcas or marlene don't get that treatment?? slapping sirius' old characterization on marlene or remus' old characterization on lily doesn't make for compelling characters but none of you care enough to actually flesh these women out and make them something more. it's no wonder people complain about them being boring when the main fanon is just slapping on a guy's personality onto them but make it misogynistic. if you can give regulus an entire backstory and justify his every action then you can give the girls some interesting character traits in your works be fr.

rudy solos grant chapman 🫶🏻