#drabble fest

[hergrandplan]

Also I am absolutely participating in Drabble Fest (especially since i'm free next week) so if anyone has requests, feel free to send an ask! I'm specifically taking dialogue prompts, since I like those best, but feel free to send me something else too!

Also, do specify if it's for the drabble thing so I don't get it mixed up with the first sentence game OR some older things I might finally post soon lol

[fanwork-exchange-promos]

Drabble Fest

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[recurring] Drabble Fest hosted by siberian_skys Write tiny gems of wonder! Posting will be November 1-30.

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[lovebugism]

What if reader's friends convince her to go on a date with another guy, and this guy is an absolute jerk? I think reader would call Eddie and ask her to come pick her up - why is every guy an asshole? Except Eddie of course 🖤

ty for requesting :D — grumpy!eddie rescues you from a bad date then offers to take you on a better one (friends to lovers, hurt/comfort ish | 1k)

bug's summer fic fest (⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The sunset matches the color of your Slurpee. A fiery red and orange hue, like the mango and strawberry concoction in your cup. You sip from the plastic straw and pretend to taste the sky in your mouth — pretending not to notice the pounding bass of Eddie’s van as he peals into the parking lot. 

You sit on the curb and keep your eyes trained on the cracked pavement under your feet. All cool. Like you hadn’t called him for help at all.

“You could’ve been more specific about where you were, you know?” Eddie shouts, punctuating his question with the slam of the car door. His worn sneakers scuff the concrete with each of his rushed strides. You’d almost think he was actually worried about you.

“I told you I was at the payphone by the Seven-Eleven,” you shrug, tilting your chin to look up at the boy when he stands ahead of you.

“There’s four of those,” he argues, with his lanky figure looming over you. He pushes his leather jacket off his sides (which he wears in spite of the summer heat) to put his hands on his hips. “Seriously. I counted ‘em all in the half hour it took me to find you.”

You squint up at him, hardly apologetic after the shit day you’ve had. “Well, sorry for not being more clear,” you spit in a cynical monotone.

“Apology accepted,” Eddie shrugs. He huffs and sits on the curb next to you while you slurp audibly at the slushie in your fist. He leans over to knock your shoulders with his. “What happened?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Figured… Can I have some, at least?”

He’s only partly surprised when you hand over the drink without protest. He takes it in his ringed fist, looks inside to observe its content, then sips at the red straw (trying to ignore the nagging thought that your lips have been where his are now). The strawberry-mango mixture melts quickly on his tongue, foreign and sweet. “’S nice.”

You scoff like you’re owed the compliment. “Right? I let Josh try some earlier, and he said it tasted like shit. I was like, you know what, this is my final fucking straw.”

Eddie’s face screws. He wipes dramatically at his mouth with the back of his hand, hopelessly trying to erase the other asshole’s DNA. “Are you serious?” he mumbles, all annoyed ‘cause you hadn’t thought to warn him beforehand. You don’t seem to understand his meaning, though, as you shrug lazily in response.

“Well, him trying to feel me up in his car was my actual final straw. But then he hated my all-time favorite Slurpee, and I didn’t even want to look at him anymore. I just told him to leave me here.”

The only thing Eddie hates more than putting his mouth where Josh’s has been — other than the thought of Josh taking you on a date at all — is the idea of Josh not treating you right. His chest burns with a withheld rage.

“Are you talking about fucking Josh O.?” he scoffs and passes the styrofoam cup back to you. “Like, the moron from Mr. Mundy’s, Josh O.? That’s who Steve set you up with?”

“Unfortunately,” you grumble and take another sip, more casual about the subtle spit-swapping than the boy beside you had been.

“He was basically setting you up for failure, then. You know that, right?”

“I just wanted a free meal,” you confess quietly.

Eddie squints. His eyes flit from your profile, to your fidgeting hand punching holes in the ice with your straw, and back to your profile again. “Well, did you get one?”

“Yep. We split one burger at the diner.”

A laugh sputters from his pink mouth.

Your head whips to glare at him. “It’s not funny.”

Eddie props his elbow on his knee to hide his smile behind his ringed hand. “I mean… It kinda is, though. ‘Cause even I could buy two meals for us, and I’m basically the brokest fucker in this town.”

“Are you offering?”

His brows pinch. “Offering what?”

“To buy me a burger,” you say in a mousy voice, pretending to be innocent as you peer at him beneath your lashes, all doe-eyed.

“What?” Eddie scoffs through the sparkling in his chest. As a self-proclaimed metalhead, there was absolutely nothing metal about confessing to stupid crushes. “No.”

“Well, it sounds a lot like you’re offering,” you tease before wrapping your lips around the straw of your drink.

“Well, this sounds a lot like talking for someone who doesn’t wanna talk about it,” he mocks.

Your eyes narrow in annoyance. You part from your Slurpee and mumble through the ice on your tongue. “I wasted my quarters on you,” you deadpan.

Eddie rolls his eyes. He rises from the curb with a huff, wincing at the distant ache in his long legs. “C’mon, weirdo. Let’s go,” he urges, towering over you again.

You shake your head, gaze averted, suddenly shy. “I’m okay here.”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m serious, Eds. I don’t feel like going home right now—”

“I’m not taking you home,” he scoffs like it’s obvious. Your eyes flit back to his, suddenly hopeful again, and he tries not to cower. “I’m taking you to the diner. So I can get you a real meal.”

You seem particularly moved by the uncharacteristic act of kindness. “Really?”

“Yes, really— I don’t want you to starve to death,” he grouses, feigning annoyance ‘cause it’s easier than facing his real feelings in the face. “Now, let’s go before I change my mind.”

He walks off ahead of you on long legs, leaving you behind to catch up. But, because he isn’t a total asshole, he opens the squeaking passenger side door for you.

“Can I get a milkshake, too?” you wonder with a scrunched nose, helping yourself onto the cracked pleather seat.

“Don’t push it,” Eddie squints. He goes to shut the door, then catches the pretty pout pinching your features. “Fine,” he groans before slamming it shut.

[sturnswiftie]

✧.* BINNIE'S BOO FEST | DAY 08.

HALLOWEEN '24 [based off these prompts] + requested!

!dealer chris x !crybaby reader

“for the love of fuckin’ christ, kid, you’re not goin—don’t ask me again,” chris warns from the front seat. beside him, matt is driving the three of you to some huge halloween party happening tonight. it’s only one of many going on throughout the week and chris doesn’t plan on staying; he just needs to drop something off to a buyer, and then he’s out—which is why he’s so confused on how you don’t understand that.

as matt smirks from the driver’s seat, clearly enjoying the show, you cross your arms over your chest and slump into the leather. “you never let me go. just make me sit in the car and ride along. how’s that any fun?” you huff, glowering at your boyfriend from the backseat, but he grits his teeth.

“s’not supposed to be fun. gonna take five minutes tops,” he says in response, but it’s clear you’re not listening to him, instead shrugging your shoulders.

“well i’m goin’ with you,” you insist matter-of-factly. chris’s eyes darken a shade of deep blue when he snaps his gaze to the little mirror above his head, silently warning you to knock it off. you don’t say anything else, but you glare at him from beneath your lashes for the rest of the car ride.

about ten minutes of you refusing to look at him goes by before the car suddenly comes to a stop and matt glances over his brother out the passenger side window. “this the place?” he asks, waiting for chris to nod before he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing out of the car.

“we’ll be right back, baby,” chris tells you, but his tone isn’t as light as he’s attempting to force it to be, and his jaw is tense.

“told you ‘m goin’,” you remind him in a snotty tone, hands pushing your own door open. but before you can swing one leg over the side of the vehicle, you’re flinching backwards as the steel comes rushing back at you, slamming right back into place as you look up to find chris’s icy blue gaze focused on you.

“cut it the fuck out, kid—you’re not goin’,” he snaps at you, the venom in his tone almost causing you to reel backwards at the sound of it. immediately, you feel your eyes well up with tears, your lower lip quivering as you take in the stern expression on his face and the whites of his knuckles as he grips the edge of your window tightly.

“you know better than to be a fuckin’ brat when i tell you no, don’t you?” he asks, waiting patiently for you to slowly nod your head before he continues. “if i don’t know what the fuck i’m walkin’ into, i’m sure as hell not letting you go with me. i can’t focus on gettin’ the deal done if i’m worryin’ ‘bout who the fuck might be so much as looking at my girl wrong, yeah?” he breathes out, cocking an eyebrow as he waits for your response.

you don’t give him one, just nodding your head again slowly, but it’s enough for chris in the moment. he knows when you get like this—all shaky breathing and big, fat silent tears rolling down your cheeks—that you can’t articulate an answer for him without fuckin’ blubbering.

somehow, though, the sight of you like this always makes chris soften, and as he takes in the shape of your trembling mouth, he wets his lower lip gently. “if y’gonna press those fuckin’ lips into that pretty lil’ pout of yours, at least make ‘em useful.” he watches with amused blue eyes as your frown deepens, but ultimately you lean up from your seat so that you can press a kiss to his waiting mouth through the window before watching him disappear into the loud house party going on, already setting a timer on your phone for five minutes exactly.

©sturnswiftie

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[86espresso]

I love you.”

with jack? maybe they have been dating for awhile and she is not good at saying her feelings at all and jack understood that and has say i love you too but maybe after a hard day he just wants to know if she even likes him

wait bye my heart already hurts 😕 I went SO overboard with this. thank you for requesting ! 🩷

☯︎ “I love you.”

IT was safe to say that Jack was your first real relationship.

You’ve done numerous casual things with people, but you instantly knew it was different when Jack came in the picture. He was so patient with you. He never raised his voice at you. He always told you exactly what you needed to hear.

But you were still new to relationships and the whole being a girlfriend thing, so you had problems in expressing how you feel.

You went nonverbal on Jack for a day because you wanted a hug and didn’t know how to ask.

Still, he was gentle and caring, telling you that you’re doing great and that you don’t need to ask for hugs and kisses, or reasons to say ‘I love you’.

You curled up on your couch, watching Jack’s game on the tv while studying. Your first final was the following day, so you stayed home. You glance at the score and wince as the devils were losing 0-5. By that, you already knew that Jack was going to be closed off and tired. The game ended 1-5 with New Jersey’s goal coming from Jesper.

You’d involuntarily distanced yourself from your surroundings the last few days because of your hectic finals schedule and you had no idea how much it hurt Jack. He was asleep before you got to bed and you were awake before he woke up. You barely gave him the time of day without ever realizing it.

Jack rested his forehead against the door of your apartment for a moment, distraught by the loss but also knowing that you wouldn’t be there for him because you were busy and wouldn’t know what to say anyway. He really wanted comfort in your arms tonight but he didn’t think you’d care to even watch his game.

He turned the key in the lock, hearing a soft click and entered, closing the door behind him. You were sat in the couch, as expected, surrounded by books, unfazed at the door opening. Jack’s heart clenched as he saw you there; he missed you so much. The you that would’ve noticed him at the door and would’ve gotten up to kiss him.

Him dropping his hockey bag is what alerted you of his presence. You jump, knocking one of your books to the floor as you whipped around, your body relaxing when you saw that it was only Jack.

“Jack. You scared me.” You clutch your heart but notice the inevitable distress on his face. “Are you okay?”

Jack didn’t have the energy to bother you with his problems, so he just nodded and went to the kitchen for a glass water. He was surprised to see a full glass waiting for him on the counter and heard the soft padding of your footsteps behind him.

“I-uh kept that for you.” You cross your arms and look anywhere but at Jack. He felt himself soften slightly; one of the things he craved was you showing that you cared but being nonchalant about it. He thought it was adorable.

“Thanks, baby.”

He took the glasses and downed it, immediately refilling it to drink again.

“I’m really sorry about the loss.” You say softly, hopping on the counter next to where Jack was standing. You watch him freeze, as if he was surprised.

“You watched? I thought you were busy.”

“I was but I always watch your games, you know that.” You furrow your brows.

Jack nodded. “Right, yeah.”

“Jack? Why are you upset? Like, actually.”

Jack sighed, you may be not be the brightest in reading people but you knew him like the back of your hand.

“[ ], I need to know-” he stops in front of yiu, putting his hands in either side of you, “if you still- uh.”

“If I still?”

Jack felt sick even implying it, so he gave you a pleading look so that you’d complete it for him.

You take a shot at it, “You know I love you, right? More than anything.” You reach up to hold his face. You feel your heart shatter when he looks at you hopefully, as if he forgot that you loved him.

It was then when you realized how negligent you’ve been. Jack loved your attention on him and said too much of it wasn’t a thing.

He just wanted to know if you still loved him.

You hugged him tight and he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter to feel as close as possible.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice breaks off at the end.

“I know you’ve been stressed, baby. But that’s why I’m here, to share it with you. You need to talk to me more. Will you?” He pulls away to look intently into your eyes.

You nod and hold your pinkie out so he links it in yours. He giggles, does the promise and leans forward to kiss you softly.

[tiredeg]

All I have are smoking guns (George/Alex, outsider POV, 600 words)

“It was so funny,” Lando tells them all, “I went over to Williams earlier to say happy birthday, and it literally sounded like they were having sex. It was all moaning and grunting, I actually thought Alex had a girl in there until he said George’s name.” 

Kimi hasn’t really been paying Lando too much attention, more focused on debating whether he still has time to pee, but maybe this is something he could use on George. Maybe they were fighting, maybe George will be distracted in the car. 

“That would give it away, yes,” Alex says. He’s sipping from his straw like he doesn’t care, like he’s happy to stand here and listen to Lando tell his little story to half of the grid. 

“Except,” Lando keeps going, “it was more like Georrrrge” — he throws his head back and moans dramatically. Netflix aren’t here this weekend, Kimi doesn’t think, but they’d have loved that one. Might even have made the trailer.  

Alex laughs, so Kimi lets himself snigger too. He stops when he sees George coming. Alex doesn’t. 

“Chaps,” George nods as he steps in behind Alex. There’s not much room where they’re huddling behind the barriers until they absolutely have to go out for the parade. Not much room, but probably enough to accommodate George in the circle. He doesn’t move. 

“We were just talking about you,” Alex leans back into him. It makes him lose some height, makes it so that he has to look up at George. They probably aren’t having a fight then, just wrestling over something. Damn. 

“Oh yeah?” George leans in, obviously interested. 

“Lando here was just telling us how he overheard our life-changing shag earlier in my room.” 

“Woah, woah, woah,” Lando cuts in, “nobody said anything about life-changing, don’t give yourselves too much credit.” 

“I wasn’t life-changing?” George gasps, one of those little faux-shocked things he loves to do when somebody makes a joke about him in a meeting. It always works—Kimi’s been thinking of trying it out, but it probably won’t land the same for him. 

“Eh, you were fine,” Alex wiggles his hand in a so-so gesture. 

“Fine?” George’s voice is higher now—he’s good at this. “I come all the way over to Williams to give you a birthday seeing to, and all you can say is fine?” 

“Hey, I could have been seeing to you,” Alex has been doing a good job at keeping his voice steady before, but now even Kimi can hear the smile seeping through.  

“Not likely,” Lando snorts. 

“Oi!” 

It devolves from there until they’re finally called outside. Kimi manages to get up next to Max as the parade starts, nice. He isn’t half as much of a dick as George likes to paint him—whatever’s going on there isn’t Kimi’s problem. Honestly, he likes talking to Max anyway, but he especially likes the little wrinkle between George's eyebrows whenever he catches them talking.  

Speaking of, where—oh, George is over talking to Nico. He looks happy enough, giving little waves out to the crowd every now and then, as if anyone is looking at him when Lewis is in red beside him. George’s face changes as Kimi watches, flowing from bland politeness to something warmer. Nico might not have noticed, hasn't had to spend as many excruciating meeting room hours with him, but Kimi can tell. Besides, it's only Kimi at the correct angle to see Alex’s foot, small in his boot, run along the back of George's leg. They're lucky Mercedes aren't in white this weekend, or there'd be a mark. Though, he supposes, even in plain sight probably nobody would notice. 

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Lovestruck

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 1026

Summary: Steve has been holding in his feelings for a while now and finally decides he is ready to express them.

Warnings: Soft smut, unprotected sex, kissing, hand job, oral (fem), Steve with a beard (yes it’s a warning), using “accidental I love you’s during sex & sleepy domestic sex prompts.”

A/N 1: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo 💜 (any mistakes in spelling & grammar are my own. I wrote this on my phone)

A/N 2: divider by @whimsicalrogers & header by me.

A/N 3: This is for @mercurial-chuckles for their Smutty September Fest.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

I do NOT consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps, or third-party sites. It has been stolen if you see my work anywhere besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

Steve was usually up at the break of dawn to get his morning run done. He decides to stay in bed this morning as he holds your naked form close to his chest. Your soft snores fill his ears as he lightly chuckles to himself. His hand caresses your arm as he takes in your soft scent of vanilla and lilac. The scent soothes him as he relaxes in bed with you, contemplating how to express his new emotion, love. He has known for months that he loves you but has never expressed it because he was afraid it was too soon in your relationship. When was the right time to express it? As you try to cuddle closer he determines that today would be it. 

He moves his head to the side and kisses your forehead gently. You let out a soft whine and start to stir from your sleep. Your hand lightly drags across his stomach causing him to groan from his cock growing hard. Only your gentle touch could make him feel this turned on and needy for more. His lips kiss you again and he feels you start to stretch your limbs. Your right hand disappears under the blankets and softly strokes his length. Your lips kiss his chest as your hand strokes Steve up and down, drawing out his quiet groans. 

“Good morning, Steve,” you sleepily whisper as you slowly stroke his cock the way he likes. 

“Mor-morning love. Fuck, don’t stop.” Steve lets out a deep groan as your hand tightens around him as you work his cock faster. 

Steve’s hand moves to your breasts and lightly rolls your nipple between his fingers. You end up gasping out from the pleasure it brings you. He is trying his best to focus on you and not what that hand of yours is doing. If you keep stroking him the way you are, Steve knows he will cum before he even gets started. He gently rolls you to your back, your hand letting go of him, while he moves down your body kissing his way to where your pussy is. He softly pushes your legs apart and licks a stripe up your pussy then tenderly kisses your clit. You try to close your thighs around his head but his hands keep you wide open. Steve starts to eat you like a man starved. His tongue dives between your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit and all you can do is moan while he takes you apart. 

Your fingers find purchase in his hair as you feel his beard giving you the best burn while he takes you higher and higher. The knot in your stomach starts to form as you moan his name over and over again until finally, you fall off that ledge. Your arousal soaks his beard and all he can do is groan against you. Steve finally slows down as you start to twitch from being overstimulated. He makes his way back up your body, licking your arousal from his face. Steve situates himself between your legs as you stare up at him sleepily. He leans down and kisses your lips, his tongue and yours caressing one another in a dance for dominance. Your legs wrap around his waist as his cock rubs against your wet pussy. Together you grind against one another until finally Steve’s tip catches on your entrance. Pulling slightly back from the kiss Steve smiles down at you.

“God, I love you, sweetheart. With all my heart and everything that I am. There’s no one else I want to spend my life with.”

Your eyes shine bright up at his blue ones. Did you hear him right in your sleepy state? Did he just confess his love? 

“Did you just say you loved me?” You asked.

He smiles down at you. “I did. I know it took some time but I mean it. I’m so in love with you, sweetheart.”

Your lips crashed against his again as tears welled up in your eyes. “I love you too, Stevie. Make love to me.”

With your answer, Steve pushes his cock into your wet pussy. The feel of his long, thick cock stretching you always takes your breath away. As he bottoms out you moan his name. Pulling his hips back to retreat to just the tip he gives you a hard thrust. Together you both make love to one another. Every thrust, every roll of your hips has you both groaning into the heavens above. There was no rush, just two bodies becoming one in the moment. 

Steve kisses your neck and whispers, “I love you,” into your ear.

Your fingers scratch down his back as he finds that special spot inside you. It nearly has you choking on a gasp and Steve knows you are close by your walls clenching around his manhood. 

“I love you too, Stevie,” you gasp out your reply. 

Steve speeds up his thrusts, skin starting to slap against skin, as he pounds into you. You can do nothing but hold on to him, your heels digging into his back as he takes you apart again. The knot forming in your stomach instantly breaks like a dam and you cum hard for him. Thrusting faster into you Steve chases his end and cums deep inside you. 

You both lay all tangled up together in bed and chuckle. 

“I can’t believe you said you loved me finally during sex Steve.”

He blushes at you, trying to hide his face in your neck. “I meant what I said. I love you so much that I want to wake up every morning and go to sleep every night telling you how much I love you.” 

“I want that too Steve. How about we get cleaned up and make breakfast.” 

“I would love that sweetheart. But first I’m going to take you in the shower again. I want to hear how much you love me while I take you apart.”

You squealed in delight as Steve chased you into the shower. It would be an amazing day now that you know how he felt.

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[lovings4turn]

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — send in someone i write for + a prompt(s) and i'll write a lil blurb

oscar piastri + going in for a kiss and either bumping noses or foreheads!!!!

steph this is so fucking oscar coded it's actually mind-blowing to me omg ,,, thanks so much for sending this in sweetheart , loved writing it <333

is it possible to face medical complications from enduring an excessive amount of excitement? you’re sure you’re about to find out.

because oscar, your oscar, has just won his first formula one grand prix, and your heart is fit to burst with pride. so many years of hard work, long nights and early mornings, and determination have finally paid off. on top of that, you’re lucky enough to be there to finally witness the fruits of his labour.

when he clambers out of the car, face still obscured by his racing helmet, you can picture the beaming smile hidden beneath, brighter than the sun currently beaming down onto the racetrack.

along with the rest of his team, you’ve rushed over to the pitlane, secured a spot front and centre to bear witness to his adrenaline fuelled celebration, his fist pumping the air with a vigour you’ve never seen him possess.

despite the chaos going on around him, oscar’s eyes instantly dart to you, somehow able to pinpoint you in the crowd of people shouting his name and whooping.

he wastes no time.

within seconds, oscar is right in front of you, tugging his helmet and balaclava from his head before pulling you into a tight hug. you’re babbling, spewing a jumbled speech littered with praise and congratulations, yet oscar looks at you like you’re reciting poetry.

perhaps it’s the excitement, or the camera inches away from his face, but when oscar leans in to press a celebratory kiss to your lips, he misses. instead of lips meeting, his nose bumps your own, the movement clumsy yet endearing.

the both of you groan, and all oscar can do is laugh. of course his first race win would be eclipsed by his inability to land a kiss to his girlfriend’s lips.

lando will never let him live this down, especially not when the whole ordeal has been caught on camera; oscar just thanks god that his overtaking today was far smoother than his attempt to initiate a kiss.

he’s rushed off quickly after for his post race interview and podium ceremony, and through his hazy cloud of excitement, you’re still at the forefront of his mind.

so yeah, he may have fumbled this celebration, but god, will he make it up to you later.

[castillon02]

Simpatico

“Married?” Q asked. “How long?” 

Not what Bond had expected his question to be. “Six years.” 

Q frowned and stared off into the middle distance above his desk, his fingers tapping against his plaid trousers. No protestations that undercover work is hardly my wheelhouse or even a really, 007, just his little genius brain working all the angles of the problem. 

Bond waited. 

“Long enough to be comfortable instead of demonstrative, short enough that I might still put my hand in your back pocket while we’re in a queue. Workable.” Q eyed him, smirked. “Fun.”

Bond smiled. “My thoughts exactly.”  

[flurrys-creativity]

February Filth Fest ~ Day 1: Creampie

Pairing: Bang Chan (Stray Kids) x Fem!Reader; Genre: hinted werewolf au, smut, pwp; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: unprotected sex, hinted rough sex, begging, orgasm, creampie; Wordcount: 460

Summary: Finding the one and only could make you throw out all rationality - so there was only one thing for you two to do.

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When he walked into the room, it was like your whole world shifted. You tensed, his scent invading your senses before you even saw him. You turned around and your eyes immediately locked. 

Like magnets you two got pulled towards each other. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his body, yours resting on his sturdy chest. You whispered your name, introducing yourself - just so you could hear him say your name.

He murmured your name, letting the sound of it roll over his tongue, making you feel tingles all over your body. “Chan”, he continued, staring right into your soul with his dark brown eyes.

Without thinking you grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the other people and wolves. You’ve never felt a pull so strong to someone else and it simply blew all rationality out of your brain.

Chan’s lips were on yours the second you two reached a vacant room. Clothes got thrown around after being ripped away from your bodies. Nothing was going fast enough for either of you.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as Chan pushed his hard on into you. Each thrust sent you further into a state of pure bliss. The room filled with your moans, his grunts and the slapping of skin to skin.

His calloused fingers grabbed your waist, holding you in place while he continued to roughly fuck into you. 

You grabbed onto his lower arms, needing his strong muscles to somehow ground you. “Please”, you began begging, feeling how your toes curled and your legs trembled from the pleasure. You arched your back, hoping for the teeny tiny extra kick you needed to get over the top.

As if Chan noticed your urges, he pressed one of his thumbs on your clit. He snarled and grunted, feeling how your walls clamped down around his shaft. With the constant stimulation he wasn’t far behind in his release.

Once he spilled every single drop inside of you, he pulled out.

You laid sprawled out on the surface, a thin sheen of sweat covering your whole body. You watched how Chan grabbed your ankles and hoisted them up on the surface as well, spreading your knees and legs far apart. 

He stared at your hole, using two fingers to push your labias apart. A cheeky grin played over his face as he bit down on his lower lip. 

You could only imagine what he saw, forcing your muscles to contract and push slightly more of the white liquid out.

Chan’s eyes flitted up to your face surprised to see your knowing smirk. He relaxed again, his own grin switching to something a little more dangerous - a little more hungry.

“Be ready for a second round.”

x | Day 2

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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland

[faexfilms]

ANI doesn’t know who he is without you. Empty without your touch, empty without your lips on his. In your absence, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The brave General Skywalker, only a part of person without you rightfully beside him. Even when he’s bucking his pretty cock in his hands, imaging you wrapped around him, he can’t cum without you. Without your taunting words in his ears, without your dark eyes trained on him as he fucks his hand. He’s pathetic in all the ways he can be, holding so desperately onto the memories he has of you as you’re gone. Drifting through the hours without you seamlessly with almost no thoughts in his mind. Waiting for the very moment in which you come back home to him and he’s your pretty boy again. Him leaking and needy as soon as you corner him in your shared bed as he knows where he belongs when he’s with you. So subservient, obeying the little commands you whisper to him as he lays down for you, ready for you to use him in all the ways you want…

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

[dixkens]

You Rebuilt My Car

A double-drabble for fest.

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“You rebuilt my car,” said Bond, stunned.

“Yes,” said Q. “An interesting technical…”

“I could kiss you,” Bond teased.

“Please don’t,” said Q after a nearly imperceptible pause.

His tone was dry and bored. He’d rolled his eyes and was almost the picture of the disinterested quartermaster­—who dealt with multiple deadly, flirtatious agents on a regular basis—almost.

Bond’s life, too often, depended on him noticing the things others didn’t want him to see. And right now, there was something that Q didn’t want him to see.

So, he looked.

“You didn’t rebuild the car I dunked in the Tiber,” said Bond.

“Please,” said Q. “It’s still drying out.”

“Nor the Jag 004 crashed in Monaco.”

“Unsalvageable,” said Q. “Not worth the effort.”

“I’d assumed this was too,” said Bond.

“Recreating the original modifications was an interesting technical challenge,” Q repeated.

“I’m sure.” Bond took a step closer. Q held his ground though there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

“You rebuilt my car,” said Bond, more gently than the first time. “I could kiss you.”

Not a statement.

An offer.

“Don’t,” said Q, eyes moving restlessly, looking everywhere but at Bond. “Not unless you mean it.”

[m4tt13w0rld]

drarry fic where a morally-good draco malfoy finds out in 5th year that harry was supposed to be a slytherin; he uses this to their advantage and starts teaching harry about the nuances of slytherin society: being resourceful, cunning, and networking like a true socialite.

[lovebugism]

eddie x shy!reader , she asks him on a date by giving him tickets to a concert and he thinks its a joke til she walks away feeling rejected & he realizes she’s like dead serious & goes up to her

thanks for your request! i sorta broke my own heart with this one — the one where eddie rejects you and immediately regrets it (shy!reader, hurt/comfort, 2.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Robin tells you that he’s nice. She says he won’t turn you down because he loves Mötley Crüe too much and he’s called you pretty too many times. Robin Buckley is many things — a dork, a polyglot, and your best friend, to name a few — but she’s never been a liar.

She wouldn’t lead you to the slaughter that way. She wouldn’t just let you get your heart broken. More than anything, though, she knows Eddie far better than you do — partly because she’s actually able to talk to him.

So despite your lingering worry, you swallow her words like a shot of vodka and maneuver helplessly through the bustling crowd of the Hawkins High lunchroom.

Eddie Munson sits alone at the Hellfire Club table — the smallest one in the very back corner by the large square window. 

Instead of eating a real meal (even though the hamburgers might be horse meat instead of cow), the boy eats crumbled-up pretzels from a worn ziplock bag. He pinches them into his mouth blindly because his chocolate syrup gaze is trained on the well-loved book folded in his left hand. 

J.R.R Tolkien’s, The Hobbit.

It makes you smile softly to yourself. You hope one day you’ll have the courage to tell him you’ve read that book so many times you could recite it in your sleep. You hope that day comes soon.

“Eddie?” you call softly to him when you reach his table. Your sweaty fingers fidget with the concert tickets you clutch between them.

He just thinks he hears his name at first. It’s barely audible over the sounds of muddled chatter in the cafeteria. He glances up from his book, not expecting anyone to be there, and gaping when he finds you standing in front of him. 

His cinnamon eyes go wide. The boy blinks owlishly at you once, then flits his eyes behind you like he’s expecting to see someone there. When he doesn’t, he blinks at you again. 

“Hi…” you waver with a trembling smile.

Eddie grins back, still obviously confused. “…Hi?”

“I, uh… I don’t know if you heard, but— well, obviously you heard, that’s… that’s stupid,” you laugh at yourself, shaking your head with your eyes squeezed shut. You’re already stumbling all over yourself, and you haven’t even managed a full sentence yet.

“Mötley Crüe is coming to Indianapolis in a few days, and a friend of mine was selling tickets, so I bought them. For us. Potentially. You know, if you wanted to… to go… With me.”

Your offer lingers and hangs in the air between the two of you.

A smile quirks at the right side of Eddie’s pink mouth. It isn’t a kind one, though. It looks more cynical than anything else.

His head juts back. He’s almost peering at you from the corner of his eye as though you were some suspicious thing he needed to analyze. A laugh sputters from his lips. “Did Buckley put you up to this? Is that what this is?”

Your faltering smile fades entirely. Your features crumble in disappointment.

This worse he could say is no, Robin had told you. 

You hadn’t prepared yourself for this.

“…What?” you wonder, voice fragile like a wilting flower petal.

Eddie chuckles to himself. He sets the book down to give you his full attention, though you’re not sure you want it anymore. “You know, I knew she was upset about me trying to set her up with Vickie and all, but this is a… whole new low.”

“Vickie…?” you murmur through a tightening throat, brows pinched in confusion. “I don’t understand—”

“Look, sweetheart… Tell Robin that this was a real funny joke, but I’m not interested, alright?”

Your chest aches with an empty feeling. You think your heart might be breaking. “J—Joke?”

“—Actually, tell her that this was very not metal of her, and that I will get my vengeance,” Eddie says with a sardonic laugh deeply rooted in his chest. His smile looks almost like he pities you as he shakes his head, eyes twinkling with pessimism. “I’m sorry she sent you to do her dirty work, but… You should probably go now. This is, you know, the Hellfire Club table and everything, so…”

You swallow thickly, then nod.

Eddie doesn’t want you here. Eddie doesn’t want you at all.

“I’m— I’m sorry if I…” The words get caught in your throat. You clear it and blink back burning tears. “I was just… I thought that maybe—”

“Eddie!” a boyish voice calls from across the cafeteria, only halfway drowned out through all the noise. A group of guys in Hellfire shirts walk towards the table.

You take that as your cue to leave. You don’t want to burst into tears in front of your crush and all of his friends.

“I’m sorry,” is all you manage to choke out before turning on your heel and walking away.

He’d been smiling up until that point — like it was all a big joke to him — because it was. 

The girl he’s been fawning over since junior year comes out of nowhere with tickets to see one of his favorite bands? That was the kind of shit he dreamt about — the kind of plan only someone as vicious as Robin Buckley could concoct to hurt his feelings. And after spending so many years being the brunt of bullies, Eddie was tired of being embarrassed.

And at first, he thought you were just a really good actor. You did look almost genuinely confused when he’d snuffed out the plan so quickly. But those wide, glassy eyes you looked at him with — he doesn’t know if a person can fake that sort of heartbreak. That looked real.

Eddie had been close to commending himself for not letting Robin win. He thought he was a genius for not allowing Buckley to use you against him. Now he knows he’s the same dumbass he's always been.

“Hey, man…” Gareth wavers as he sits at his designated seat adjacent to Eddie’s. The boy’s forlorn and faraway gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the club. They all share looks of confusion, but the sandy-haired boy is the only one brave enough to speak up. “You okay?”

Eddie keeps his gaze trained on your figure as you maneuver through the crowd. Robin looks happy for you when you reach her, but the puppy-like excitement washes away when she notices how sad you are. 

He feels like someone’s shoved a knife between his ribcage. He wonders if this is what a broken heart feels like.

“I think I screwed up,” he answers, laughing cynically at himself. “Like, big time.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, right?” Dustin jokes before popping a fry into his mouth. He laughs, but no one else joins him. “…Right?”

Eddie glares at the boy.

He cowers. “…Kidding. I was kidding.”

—————

He stews over it all day — your offer and what he said to you and how sad you looked after he said it. 

He pictures your pinched brows and big, glassy eyes and his chest starts to burn a little. Everyone always thought he was some raging asshole just because he had crazy hair and a crazier taste in music. Now he feels like they were sort of right about him. 

Whatever chance he had with you has surely turned to dust by now. It wouldn’t surprise him after he shrugged you off like he did. But after waging a nearly four-hour war in his mind between lunch and dismissal, he knows he has to make sure. 

He has to know if he’s ruined things entirely or if there’s a glimmer of hope he can hang onto.

He comes to you at the end of the day, dripping in metaphorical blood from the mental carnage he’d endured. He stood across the hall from you for five whole minutes as he tried to come up with something to say. He walks to your locker empty-handed and just blurts, “I thought you were joking,” like a total idiot.

Through the muddled conversation in the bustling hallway, you hadn’t heard him coming. You didn’t know he was there at all until he was right next to you. Seeing someone so suddenly close to you makes you flinch — hard.

And it’s not totally Eddie’s fault. You’re jumpy and too easily frightened at times, but he can’t help but feel like he’s messing things up more than he already has.

“Oh…” you deflate with a sigh, eyes still wide and swimming with something he can’t quite place. You look like you’re almost relieved to see him. Almost. 

“Sorry— shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” The boy stumbles over his words, then trails off when they don’t come out the way he wants. He shakes his head and finds it in himself to smile. It’s bitter, though, filled with self-abhorrence. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

With one hand still clutching the door of your locker, and the other gripping a stack of textbooks, you peer at him through your lashes. “I know. It’s okay. I just— I wasn’t expecting it…”

He grimaces. “Sorry…”

“’S okay,” you repeat.

“I, um, I only came in so hot ‘cause I wanted to apologize— you know, for earlier. In the lunch room,” he stammers and puts his fidgeting hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He tries to laugh, but it comes out more as an insincere puff of air. “Honestly, I thought you were joking.”

Your brows pinch. “Joking? Why would I—”

“I sorta locked Robin and Vickie in the old chemistry room in the east wing a few days ago,” he confesses, bouncing his shoulders. “Just because I know they both like each other and everything, and I thought maybe they’d finally admit it if they were alone together.”

“Okay…?” 

“Well, they didn’t. And Robin was pissed. So I thought she was using you to get back at me.”

“Using me?” you echo.

“Yeah. ‘Cause I’ve kinda been into you since junior year and everything,” he admits with a nonchalant shrug. The corner of his rosy mouth quirks into a half-smile. “It’s, like, the one card Robin could use against me that would actually hurt, you know? If she did try to get me back.”

Your heart swells so much it hurts, almost — the same kind of hurt you'd felt in the lunch room earlier. It feels fiery, like someone’s taken a match to your ribcage and lit your heart aglow. But it’s different now. This is a good hurt, a happy hurt.

“Really?” you squint at him, your voice high and light. Your lips twitch like you want to smile, but you don’t let yourself — lest this all turns out to be some kind of elaborate dream. Or a joke.

“Since we had Mr. Kaminsky’s together, yeah,” Eddie affirms with a slow, confident nod. His chocolate eyes flit up to the water-stained ceiling. “Let’s see… We were learning about reproduction, and Tommy Hagan made some stupid joke about using you as a real-life model instead of the pictures in the textbook—”

“I remember,” you nod, trying not to shudder at the memory that still haunts you. 

“And I told him that he was making it real obvious that he’s never seen an actual vagina before and that the one in the textbook looked a lot like his mom’s,” the boy recalls with a soft laugh. “And you looked over at me, and you smiled, and I… have been a goner ever since.”

He looks down at you again, all sheepish like he isn’t gluing your broken heart back together again. His chocolate eyes twinkle in a way you’ve never seen before. They sparkle in their softness. You have to look away before it turns you into a puddle at his feet. 

You smile widely into your locker, pursing it off to the side in attempts to conceal its brightness. 

“No one’s ever stuck up for me like that before,” you confess quietly after a few moments, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. “I’m pretty sure I gushed to Robin about it for days.”

“Yeah?” Eddie hums. He can feel his hopes getting too high.

“Yeah. I told her all about the pretty boy in the back of the room that finally got Tommy H. to leave me alone.”

“Oh… You think he’s pretty, huh?” the boy teases despite his pink cheeks.

You nod — made much braver by his previous admission — though you still have a little trouble looking him in the eye. You drag a notebook from your locker as you tell him, “I think he’s very pretty.”

“Well, I have it on good authority that the boy you think is pretty is super sorry for being such an asshole to you earlier,” Eddie murmurs, his nose scrunched and head tilted. “And that he’d really love to go to that concert with you— if you haven’t found some other schmuck to go with you, that is.”

Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree as you beam at him. No one’s ever looked at him that way before now.

“I’d like that,” you nod, then shrug. “I don’t think I’d wanna go with anyone else, anyway…”

“So, it’s a date?” Eddie asks, just to make sure. His raised brows disappear behind his fluffy bangs. His chin tilts to his chest as he smiles hopefully down at you.

You nod, and repeat it more softly than the loudmouth boy. “It’s a date.”

Eddie can feel himself grinning like an idiot. His cheeks ache with how wide he’s beaming at you, but he's too lovesick to stop. Like squinting into the sun, smiling every time he looks at you is muscle memory by now. 

And what did a freak like him ever do to deserve a date with the freakin’ sun?

[sturnswiftie]

✧.* BINNIE'S BOO FEST | DAY 05.

HALLOWEEN '24 [based off these prompts.]

!fratboy chris x !crybaby reader

“kid, you’re not having all those fuckin’ plushies up here—pick one,” chris snorts as he rounds the couch you’re currently sitting on, your eyebrows drawing together as you frown up at him.

he sits next to you, lifting the blanket you’re currently under so he can join, a bowl of buttery popcorn resting on his lap as he kicks his feet up onto the coffee table in front of you. you’re still glaring at him, but he pays you no mind as he presses play on the movie, fingers absently wandering into the snack on his thighs.

“there’s not that many,” you huff back to him, glancing down at the four little plushies you’d brought from your room to join you for the movie, fingers brushing over the teddy bear currently on your lap before you’re tilting your head towards him instead. “besides, how do you expect me to watch any of this without something to hold onto?” you ask him, gesturing towards the tv with expectant eyes.

chris glances from the tv to you, then to the stuffed animal clutched against your chest, mouth shifting into a small smirk. “jus’ need somethin’ to hold onto?” he echoes, and your cheeks warm at the suggestive tone to his question.

you sink further into the couch, shooting him a pointed look, but he just chuckles. “’s not scary kid—promise,” he insists, but the look on your face lets him know you don’t believe him one bit. it would be just like him to pick something out to scare you on purpose.

as you sit cozied up underneath the blanket, however, the only light in the room being from the display of the tv, you realize the little noises coming from beside you every now and then. you think you’re hearing things at first, that your mind is playing tricks on you because of the movie, but at one point, when you glance over at chris during an intense scene of the movie, you realize the horror written all over his face. his eyes are wide as he watches the killer take another victim right in front of you, his lips parted and mouth hanging open just enough that you can hear the sharp gasp he sucks in just before he’s ducking his head slightly, shoulders pressed up to his ears as if trying to physically protect himself from something going on in the movie.

it's at that moment that the brunette turns to catch your stare, his own gaze hardening as he realizes what you’ve just witnessed. “the fuck are you watchin’ me for?” he demands, throwing one hand towards the tv. “does it look like i’m the one in the fuckin’ movie? nah—pay attention,” he huffs. you swear the tips of his ears are pink, but you do as you’re told, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress a giggle threatening to bubble up from your throat.

chris is still a little jumpy throughout the rest of the movie, but after you catching him, he does better at keeping it under control. he still seems like he’s brooding a little bit as the two of you get up from the couch, and you wonder if maybe he feels less like a man because he’d gotten scared over the movie. you find it to be cute, but you know he’s not going to appreciate that in the moment.

instead, you catch his attention by resting your hands on his chest, pressing up on the tips of your toes so that you can press a kiss to his mouth—only, he immediately draws away from you, confusion flashing across his face.

“what’re you doin?” he questions you, like it’s the most absurd thing in the world for you to kiss him goodbye. you frown, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. you know the two of you don’t exactly have a standard relationship, but he’s seemed to grow a little fonder of your acts of affection here and there.

“i was just telling you goodbye..” you mumble your response, suddenly unable to meet his gaze, so you find yourself looking down at the floor instead—that is, until two long fingers press underneath your chin to bring your face back up to his where chris presses a short, warm kiss to your mouth.

when he pulls away, he breathes out a short, humorless laugh. “don’t fuck with me, kid. i’m sleeping with you tonight.”

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[86espresso]

Hurt comfort prompt 10 with Luke?? because I too am a whore for hurt comfort 🤭🤭🤭🤭

hihihi 🤭 thank you for requesting ! 🩷

☯︎ “just- just hold me for a second”

OKAY, so, maybe you’re making a big deal out of it. But that didn’t mean that Luke should just ignore your needs.

Lazy mornings were a favorite between the two of you, and Jack wasn’t home either, so you wanted to get some time tangled up with Luke and just lay there with him.

But, he woke up first. And went straight to playing one of his ps5 (??) games and you were pissed. It was probably because you just woke up, but you wanted his attention, bad, and because he wasn’t giving it to you, you flipped.

And now you’re muttering to yourself, ignoring Luke’s eyeroll at the way you stormed out of his bedroom to make yourself coffee.

“Babe, just give me five more minutes. We can cuddle all you want later.”

You promptly ignore him and continue on your business around the kitchen.

The facade didn’t last long. You tripped and fell; on water that Jack for sure forgot to clean up.

You groan as you felt the slow forming bruise on your hip and mentally curse Jack. And Luke cant even hear your thump and groan because he has his stupid headphones in. But you were tearing up at the pain, so taking the high road once wouldn’t hurt your ego that much.

You limp over to Luke’s room and open his door , leaning against it to get his attention. He looks over at you and his face etches in concern at your pained expression. His headphones are off.

“Got hurt.” You gesture to your hip. You watch skeptically as he pats his lap, urging you to come over and sit. You do it anyway, at least you have his attention now. You adjust yourself on his lap, sitting sideways so your back is against his armrest.

“Where?” He murmurs, using his finger to wipe a stray tear on your waterline. You lift your shirt to show him your hip and the redness at the area. He inspects it with his eyes before softly pressing down on the area. “Here?”

You hiss and grip his bare shoulder. “Yeah, there.”

“Shit, m’sorry, baby.” He holds your hand that’s gripping his shoulder and looks at you apologetically, if he’d just been with you all morning, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

“Can I go get you pain meds?” He starts to maneuver you but you you stop him.

“Maybe later? Just- just hold me for a second.”

Luke’s heart twists at your words, realizing that the stupid game wasn’t worth it. Any of it. You shouldn’t have gotten hurt and he should’ve just given you what you wanted. But you weren’t upset with him, because you leaned closer and hugged yourself to his bare chest, the both of you staying there for a while.