#every single time i watch these lectures i just know she is not talking to me at all

[lovebugism]

Hi!!!

Could you write jealous!eddie x reader…🫣

I’m down so bad for this man istg

ty for requesting :D i too am down bad for this man — grump!eddie can't believe other people get to look at you (jealous!eddie, established relationship, 1.7k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Eddie thought the comic book section of Family Video was the coolest thing in the world until he met you. And it’s weird ‘cause now you’re all he can think about. He’s holding a collector’s item in his hands, but all he can see is you — and how close you’re standing to Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.

The boy lays two VHS tapes on the counter before you, each packaged in a thick plastic case. My Neighbor Totoro and The Land Before Time. He waits for you to make an impossible choice while you idle just ahead of him, elbows propped on the countertop with your head in your hands. Your wide-eyed gaze darts between the two options.

Your head shakes between your palms. “I can’t decide,” you conclude, rising to full height with a final huff. “It’s like choosing your favorite child.”

“Well, good thing you don’t have to,” Steve quips with a lopsided smirk. His nose scrunches, and it makes his honey eyes sparkle. “‘Cause you’re getting both. On the house.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell him, brows pinched in a quiet sort of protest.

He drops the tapes into a plastic bag, then shrugs like his hand slipped. “Too late.”

“Won’t your boss get mad?”

“What Keith doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me,” you agonize, face twisted with every bit of it.

Steve meets your worry with a wider, pink grin. He bounces a shoulder and jostles the nametag pinned haphazardly to his emerald vest. “I’ll be fine, alright? I’m strong— I can take one of Keith’s stupid lectures.”

Your hesitant fingers brush his golden ones when you take the bag from him. “You’re so brave, Steve Harrington,” you lilt with a teasing glint in your eye, tilting your cheek to your shoulder to feign sincerity.

“The bravest, actually,” the boy jokes in return.

Eddie watches all this play out from where he lingers at the comic book stand. A whole rack of his favorite superheroes, and he isn’t paying an ounce of attention to a single one. 

He was only halfway listening at first, still mostly focused on the cartoon in his hands — if only to pretend he wasn’t completely eavesdropping on your conversation. But now he’s outright staring the two of you down, with an unabashed glare pointed at the asshole flirting with his girl. 

“God, he’s disgusting,” Eddie grumbles under his breath when Steve says something that makes you laugh.

He’s not talking totally to himself. Not entirely, anyway. Dustin’s crouched just beside him in search of one of the newer comics that he swears Keith is hiding from him. “He’s just being nice,” the curly-haired boy reasons with a shrug, obviously distracted as he flips through a stack of flimsy magazines.

Eddie scoffs and finally turns away from you to look at the boy below him. He blinks for the first time in several minutes as he shoots the kid a deadpan stare. “Oh, so it’s not because he thinks my girlfriend’s hot?”

“He’s definitely doing it because she’s hot,” Dustin answers without thinking twice.

“Watch it, Henderson.”

“You asked!” he argues, tilting his chin to look up at Eddie with a wide, ocean-eyed stare. “I’m just saying. Steve’s a good guy. He wouldn’t do that to you— Now, can you please help me find this stupid comic book before I lose my mind?”

Eddie huffs. He decides it might be healthier to distract himself with this metaphorical treasure hunt than stare daggers at you and Steve from across the room. “Which one are you looking for again?”

“Metamorpho— The original. Not the stupid reprint that just came out.”

The older boy stills. He closes the comic book between his palms with one pale hand until the cover of it flips down. Metamorpho, the vibrant cover reads, The Element Man. He’d been too busy looking at you, he hadn’t realized he’d been hiding the thing from Dustin for five whole minutes.

“Is this it?” Eddie murmurs, shoving the thing in the boy’s face.

Dustin’s head shoots up. He snatches the thing from the boy’s grip and gapes at it, with all his practiced teenage boy dramatics. “You had it the entire time?!” he shouts, but Eddie’s already sauntering to the front counter — where Steve’s still making you laugh. 

As pretty as you are smiling (so much that it makes his chest ache), there’s a simmering anger burning orange in his chest. Making you laugh is his job. Not Harrington’s.

You seem to notice his presence before he’s even wrapped you in his arms. You flash him a beaming grin that makes his stomach whirl. He gets sick with it — with nostalgia or something equally tender. 

The green of his envy starts to fade when he realizes you’re wearing his skull and cross-bones sweater, all bundled up in it like it’s yours. He feels a primal sense of ownership, knowing that you’re swaddled in something that belongs to him, knowing he has you in a way Steve doesn’t. It’s not every day the local freak gets to one-up the king.

“Ready to go?” Eddie grins, rosy and broad, as he wraps his arms around you in a loose, sideways embrace. The warmth of the proximity has your stomach doing backflips. The familiarity of his scent, musky and woody and smoky, makes your heart thud hard against your ribcage.

“Yep,” you nod, still smiling. “Steve’s letting me get the movies for free.”

Eddie’s lips smack against his teeth as his jaw drops in a feigned sense of awe. His wild curls bunch at his shoulder when his head tilts softly sideways, looking at the boy across the counter. “Aw,” he croons, high-pitched and sarcastic. “Isn’t that sweet?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Shut up before I revoke your comic stand privileges.”

Eddie squints. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me, Munson.”

Eddie, deciding to be the bigger person, chooses to abandon the petty argument. He feels like the bigger person, anyway — like he’s ten feet tall, walking out of Family Video with you under his arm. He could lose a thousand arguments and still feel like a winner as long as he gets to crawl home to you.

You can’t help but notice how weird he’s being, though. There was a foreign bite behind his words as he spat his sarcasm at Steve. The tension follows you even now, as he opens the passenger side door of his van for you. 

Eddie holds onto the rusted latch with a pale, tattooed hand. You turn to face him instead of planting yourself onto the chipping pleather seat. “Are you okay?” you ask, a subtle furrow between your brows when you peer at him from beneath your lashes.

The boy scoffs a boyish laugh, obviously overcompensating. “Yeah, I’m fine— what are you talking about?”

Your eyes narrow. “You’re being weird.”

“I think you’re being weird, doll— interrogating me outta nowhere.” 

He expects you to laugh. Then he could tell you how pretty you are, and you’d be so flustered by the compliment that you’d forget this entire conversation ever happened. You don’t laugh, though. You don’t even crack a smile. You just keep staring at him.

“I’m fine,” Eddie groans, wild curls billowing when a breeze rolls by. He still tries to smile, though the bright pink expression doesn’t quite meet his eyes. He shrugs and tries to play it cool because anything less than that is so not metal. “I’m just… I’m just a little annoyed. That’s all.”

Your chest stings and your stomach starts to ache. Your mind reels as you try to understand what you could’ve done because the oh-so-sensitive you feels like it must be your fault.

“Annoyed at me?” you press in a tiny voice.

“No!” Eddie booms instantly, much louder than you. He quietens, but his face still swirls with protest. He could never be annoyed at you. As far as he’s concerned, you’ve never done anything wrong in your life. “No— are you kidding? You’re perfect.”

He takes your face in his ringed hands, cradling your cheeks until they squish softly together. A perfect thing, indeed.

“Then what happened?” you mutter through your gently jutted lips.

The boy drops his chin to his chest and sighs. He hates that you care so much about him that you actually make him talk about his feelings. He’d much rather bottle them up and save ‘em for a rainy day. But no, you love him enough to pry the hidden emotion from his cold, black heart.

“I don’t know,” he answers first in an inaudible murmur, kicking at loose pebbles on the concrete because it’s easier than meeting your eyes. “Sometimes it gets annoying when… Other people look at you, I guess…”

He peeks at you beneath his long lashes, button eyes made of chocolate. They swim with a glittering emotion. Something tender and sheepish. He’s like a puppy when he looks at you this way. You can’t help but find him utterly adorable accordingly.

He’s a little surprised when his words make you laugh. He wasn’t joking, really, but he’s relieved to hear the honeyed sound. It runs over him like drops of summer rain and absolves him of all his envy.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think I can fix that,” you reply, smiling wide between his calloused palms.

“I know,” he whines, pouting softly. “And it sucks. ‘Cause you’re too pretty for your own good.”

You lean further into his warm hand. You blink at him with pretty eyes, and in a pretty voice, you wonder, “Would it make you feel better if I said that I only care when you’re looking at me? And that everyone else is basically invisible when you’re around?”

Eddie’s heart swells so much it starts to ache. You’ve awoken something in him — something that used to be dead before you came around, or something that didn’t exist at all. It’s something golden and made of velvet. Something warm and honeyed. Something that doesn’t have a name because you don’t even know you’ve invented it.

Despite trying not to smile too wide, a beam begins to pull at the corners of his mouth. A second later, and he’s grinning with all his teeth. He gets all shy, ducking his gaze as he nods at you. “Yeah, actually— that does make me feel a little better.”

You beam up at him, all lovesick and stupid. With your cheeks still in his hands, you rise to the tips of your toes and press a smacking kiss to the flushed apple of his cheek.

Eddie figures it doesn’t get more metal than this.

[ywuji]

Omg so like I want to hear your thoughts on perv!Megumi like finally after so long of Gojo teasing him for being in college for two years at this point and being single, he’s finally procured a pretty girlfriend who’s unfortunately (for her) so naive and sweet??🩷💕 Idk I got shy but I know you’ll do something good with this lol

ik i told u id post this after my wips but i started on it n i couldnt stop i liked the idea too much LOL im sorry for being so confusing D; tysm for the ask though!!! :o i rlly enjoyed writing this!!! (n don’t be shy ahjwhs you’re so lovely T_T♡)

perv!megumi !!! please i feel like he’s the type to be a pervert that’s kinda embarrassed n self aware about himself—especially bc gojo kept teasing him all those years n he was kinda just jacking off to whatever x-rated video that came up first (i feel like perv!megumi is highkey into hentai too but he’s taking that to the grave!!)

n when gets a pretty little girlfriend who acts so cute and who he loves so much, when he gets hard he can’t help but let some of that side of him slip out from time to time...

i think he’s also the type to take lots of pictures,, like pictures while you sleep, peeking through your door while you shower, in clothing store changing rooms while you change, upskirt pictures… he’ll make you his little model!! some of them you know about but some of them you don’t, he’s so lewd.

it’s not just pics of you he takes, it's some of himself too. i feel like one of the things he’d love to do to you is when you tell him to come with you to some random uni event, n he’ll randomly disappear in the middle of it, only to go to the bathroom to take pictures of his hard leaky cock to send you with some casual caption like he didn’t just do that ?!?! he’s crazy (more under the cut)

it’s not megumi’s fault he’s so in his head about you, he still just doesn’t really know how he managed to get someone as pretty and doting as you are as his. 

he sometimes feels guilty for being so obsessed with you—your body clad in pretty little outfits that you show off to him with a twirl, the way you’ll always show him your shiny new sparkly nails when you get them done, how he’s always the first one you’ll pick to talk to about something new you’ve found to love—it’s all that seems to be on his mind recently.

maybe it was gojo’s accidental doing, those feelings of guilt. unintentionally planting a little growing seed of shame in him the first few times he started teasing him for not having a partner yet at his ‘big age’, borderline lecturing him with the ‘when i was your age’ stuff—maybe that was the logical reason why he felt so attached to you, the reason he couldn’t help getting fully erect even when he only saw as much as a pair of your flung-away panties lying at the edge of your bed when coming to your room one day.

but when he recalls back to those nights where you’re innocently cuddled against him, watching whatever movie, a quiet ‘megumi?’ leaving your lips as a sign to tell him you’re falling asleep, and he finds himself shifting in his seat, carefully adjusting your head to let you rest comfortably on him, pressing a soft kiss to your hair as he strokes it and tells you a ‘sleep now, angel’, he knows that’s not the reason.

nevertheless, he’s always been worried about it, thoughts of ‘am i doing too much?’ or a ‘would she not like this?’ clouding his mind. but for every single thought like this he has, he’ll always have two more memories where he’s coming up to you, his sweet-faced little girlfriend, waiting for him with open arms and open heart. and to him, it means more than the world.

and as his cheerful sweetheart girlfriend, you’ve never really minded of course.

you know he’s at least a little perverted, asking to take those pictures of you trying on your new swimsuits, or bras, or skirts, or those times when he pulls out after spilling his load into you, and the first thing he does after making sure you’re okay is to go face-to-face with the trail of cum seeping out of you to snap a few photos.

honestly, you’ve gotten used to it at this point. you just take these moments, seeing what you do to him, as a way of reassuring yourself that he really does just love you that much. and he really does. really!! :(

no matter how innocent or dirty the context, he’ll let you know whenever he gets that warm little feeling in his chest.

“i-i love you,” he pants, head coming up from sucking marks on your neck, languid thrusts coming to a gentle stop as he peers up at you with flushed cheeks. it feels like he’s admitting it for the first time again.

when you stare at him with his same love-drunk look, brows furrowed and eyes pleading, whispering out an “i love you too, gumi”, he’ll pause a moment to study your expression before gently raising you further up the bed, hooking his hand under your leg and repositioning it around his waist.

he’ll drop down to press a kiss to your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder and picking up the pace again, now only determined to make you cum.

when he thinks of times like these, despite what you’re doing together, it’s innocent in his head.

a time where that’s not so much the case though is when you persuade him to come with you to some uni exhibition event, looking up at him with hopeful, doe-like eyes and as many ‘pleeeaaase, gumi’s and ‘please, guuuum’s as you could muster—cause it’s not like he could say no to that, right?

at first he put up an act of feign stubbornness. but eventually he agreed—only when he knew you’d excitedly hug him and press your soft chest to his as a thank you for it though.

he’d tour the hall with you, watching you gaze in awe at everything with your cute, simple curiosity, occasionally pointing out little things in the pieces he liked. before the artist began their talk though, he got up from his seat, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before muttering a “‘m g’na go to the bathroom.”

in an empty stall, he’ll sit atop the lid and pull down his jeans, freeing his stiffening cock from his underwear. he quietly groans as he pumps himself a few times, a slow trickle of translucent white leaking down from his tip.

he silently curses, throwing his head back, thinking about how you let him flip up your pretty skirt before you left, letting him take a peek at your cute ass in the frilly panties he bought for you.

he reaches for his phone, fumbling to send a picture of the sight to you, adding a casual caption of something like ‘hi pretty girl’ or ‘u look so pretty today, angel’.

he pauses, realising that maybe you won’t see it for a little while. he’s imagining you so obediently listening to the artist speaker to notice the ping of his notification—he enjoys that thought too, but he can’t say why.

he’s careful not to thrust up into his fist, not wanting to make too much noise, but it’s futile—he’s too hard staring at the lewd shots of you saved in his secret hidden album—the way you act so innocently, the way you have no clue what the true extent is of what you do to him. he can’t help but let a few breathy whines slip.

he won’t let himself cum though, thinking he’s too good to be letting himself release over some scrunched up, bathroom tissue when he’s got his own pretty little girlfriend waiting for him a few halls down.

he sighs. cleaning up and tucking himself back into the band of his briefs, leaving the stall and washing his hands, walking back out like nothing happened.

[phas3d]

Annoying Habits || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, blaise zabini

summary :: annoying ass things they do because at the end of the day they're teenage boys and are bound to be insufferable in some way possible (i do all of these exact things as a woman)

DRACO MALFOY pauses movies every 5 minutes

After watching the movie for about an hour, you and Draco have only made it 15 minutes into the film. Why? Because despite it being the introduction, Draco found himself criticizing and questioning every single thing possible.

Right when the movie started and showed the main character, Draco slapped the pause button and asked, "Who is that?" only for you to sigh and unpause the film because you knew fully well the movie would tell you themselves.

"I'm Enola Holmes and-" said the character through the screen, proving you right, but she was rudely cut off by Draco slapping the pause button yet again.

"I don't like that name." he says, "Doesn't sound British enough. Sounds like an American trying to make up a British name. You know, I really hate when Americans try to make content based around Britain because-" blah blah blah as he starts to begin his 5 minute long rant about whatever that fuck he was talking about.

You didn't even utter a word back, knowing that if you responded he would only argue more. Even though you were not disagreeing with Draco, he still found himself ranting to the air.

Ironically, although Draco loves to over-explain and question things, he has refused to join the speech and debate team because he views them all as losers. But, you knew deep down that he would wipe all of them clean if he wanted to.

"That's why Americans should stick to American films." He says, finally ending his rant. He unpauses the movie, allowing the character to only move for 5 seconds before he pauses it again.

"The outfits don't look very accurate. I doubt they actually dressed like that back in that time era. Wait what time period is this movie in?" He says as he whips out his phone, beginning to research whether or not the film's costume design is accurate.

This continues on for the entire film. Never once does this man shut his mouth. It's better if you just watch the film on your own at this point.

TOM RIDDLE full volume for everything

Everyone thinks that Tom loves silence and peace, but that's actually the farthest thing from the truth. He only prefers silence because he finds everyone else's voice extremely annoying. If he could, he would make all of Hogwarts mute just so he could enjoy not hearing some annoying 2nd year ranting or the boring lectures.

When you went to his dorm for the first time, you were instantly overwhelmed by all of the noise and lights. It was as if you entered an emo Cocomelon video in real life. Although his room was colored in calm cool colors, the audio was the opposite.

His computer was playing some classical music at full volume. His TV was playing Breaking Bad at full blast with captions that took up almost half of the screen. His phone was connected to a speaker that was blasting an audiobook of some king and had the voice of an old 90 year old man. Despite all of this noise, he was still humming a random tune and tapping his fingers.

Although now you're used to it, it's almost impossible to visit him at times. Of course he'll turn down everything and turn off certain things when you ask. But some days he can't be bothered to accommodate for you,

"Tom, can you please turn off your audiobook?" You ask as you struggled to read the textbook in your lap.

"Why? Do you not like it?" He asks while doing some random task.

"No no, I don't care about it. But it's just a bit distracting. I can handle the music and the TV and your humming but the audiobook is throwing me off from studying."

Tom rolled his eyes and sighed, he had so much sass in him that no one else got to see besides you. You see his eye roll and instantly want to smack him because of his sore attitude.

"Come on, you're not even listening to it!" You say defensively as he squints his eyes at you, obviously upset by what you said. Tom was exactly like a cat, sassy and judgy despite being the weird one.

With a painfully slow pace, Tom walks to the speaker that's playing the audiobook. You are relieved, it was pretty rare for Tom to actually listen to your requests.

But, to your dismay, Tom's finger presses the "+" button, making the speaker even louder than before as he goes to sit back in his chair and continue his task. You groan loudly as he smirks to himself due to his petty actions.

MATTHEO RIDDLE flexes in every mirror in sight

Mattheo always made sure to treat you right by taking you out on nice dates every once in a while. He spoiled you rotten and you couldn't be more appreciative of it. You always had a reason to get dolled up and wear cute outfits.

But the one con that came with this was the inability to have alone time to get dolled up. Although Mattheo didn't know a thing about makeup or hair care, he always stayed with you to watch your process. I use the word, "watch" extremely lightly since he comes for one reason only.

And that's to flex in every single mirror you own. You can't escape it. He will flex and he will gawk at himself no matter the time or place. You thought he was doing this to impress you, but he wasn't. If he's being honest, he forgot you were even using the mirror due to how focussed he was on getting the perfect angle for his muscles to pop out.

Using a vanity? He's flexing to himself in the background as you do your makeup. He's showing off his legs and back muscles. Every time he found a good angle, he would whistle to himself and hype himself up.

Using the bathroom mirror? He's flexing his arms and shoulders, making sure he knows the best pose for his next mirror selfie. He doesn't care that you're doing your hair, he will tell you to move and hog the mirror to flex.

Using a hand held mirror? Well, I hope you brought two because he will take your mirror and check out his jawline and cheekbones. Even if you need it desperately, he won't listen and instead make out of pocket jokes, TOWARDS HIMSELF.

"God, you're so lucky" He says as he smirks to himself, winking in the mirror. "If I was a girl, I would shoot up a whole nursing home just to fuck myself."

THEODORE NOTT looks like he's held captive in every picture

Theo and you have this joke that he's completely whipped for you, because it's true. Anything you want, you get instantly. Anything you don't like, he'll fix instantly. He's so down bad for you that there's a joke in your friend group that you beat it into his head to worship you.

The joke became even more solidified when one day you posted a picture with Theo and it looked as if Theo just got yelled at by his mom. So, Theo took this joke and ran to the edge of the Earth with it.

Now, his favorite thing to do is to feed into it. Every time the two of you take photos, he always looks guilty and sad in it. He makes sure to frown extra hard and make his eyes water. He hangs his head lower and makes sure to look as if he's as miserable as possible.

"Theo!!" You shouted as you looked at the photos your camera roll. You and Theo just went to a fancy restaurant with friends to celebrate their birthday.

As you swiped through the photos, you saw Theo frowning and teary-eyed in every photo. You're not even sure how he managed to do that. You groaned as Theo walked into the room with a huge smile on his face, knowing exactly why you called me.

"If you look miserable in another photo again I'm literally gonna punch you," You say as you shove your phone into his, allowing himself to see the photos of you two.

He chuckled and smirked at you. "You know I could never be miserable with you." He gives you a small peck on the cheek and walks away, as if he solved any of the issues.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE dances to anything with no precautions

You were used to Lorenzo's random antics by now but one thing you could never get used to was his obsession with dancing to anything he hears. At first it was cute and reasonable. He danced to the music in stores, danced to random street performers, or the sound of the microwave beeping and begging to be opened.

But, his dancing has no limits. No matter the time or place, he will dance if there's a beat. And his dance skills are extremely below average, probably a D- if you're being honest. Although he could find a beat in anything, his body did not move to that beat no matter how hard he tried.

Once again, he got the urge to dance. But this time, to the sounds of your sniffling as you two finished watching "Everything Everywhere, All at Once". You could relate to almost every character and the inspiring message of pushing forward despite everything made you break down in an ugly cry.

As you sobbed into your 10th tissue, your choked breathes became a pattern. And although Lorenzo was comforting you and hated the sight of you crying, his body moved on his own.

He began to dance to you sobs as you started to cry even harder, hoping that it would make him stop. But it only made him dance harder.

Instantly, every feeling you felt towards the movie was gone as you watched your boyfriend do Fortnite dances extremely off-tempo and off-beat from your sobbing.

"L-Lorenzo" You said, trying to speak as you let out a soft chuckle at his horrible dance moves. "Lorenzo!!" You shouted as he stopped dancing and pouted.

"What?" he said with sass laced in his tone, as if he was in the right for dancing while his partner sobbed.

"Don't "what" me! I'm crying! Comfort me!" You say as you throw one of your snot filled tissues at him, making him scream as if you threw a grenade at him.

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[arminsumi]

Hii can we pls get an extremely smitten in love like love sick gojo pls?????

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

A/N: ABSOLUTELY!! 🥰

Wc ≈ 1.7k

Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader

Summary: the annoying popular boy at college has his heart set on you 😌💕

Warnings; it's a little cheesy

There’s a white-haired boy that always, always sits next to you in every single class. He’s got the looks that kill, one-of-a-kind features, almost too pretty to be on earth; the kind of boy that makes even teachers stutter in the middle of their lecture simply because of his presence.

So many girls fawn over him, like he’s the rockstar of your college with a bunch of groupies following wherever he goes.

And that ticks off one reason you don’t like Gojo Satoru.

The other reasons? To narrow it down; he’s an arrogant cocky flirty bastard who will not stop asking you out to parties and dates. Persistent and determined to make you crack and finally fall for him. Relentless and fast in his pursuit of your heart no matter how far it runs – he’s gonna getcha, he knows it, it’s just a matter of time.

He’s never felt this deeply or intensely. It makes his head spin. When you walk in the room, when you speak, when he sees your name on an attendee list… it has him feeling tingly and lightheaded. Even getting a text from you makes him jump; he replies in two seconds and pouts when you leave him on read. He even complains to his mom and Suguru about you.

This boy is the walking symptoms of lovesick.

But he’s in heavy denial about it. No, no – he’s not obsessed, you’re obsessed. He’s not crushing on you; you’re crushing on him. He’s not chasing you; you’re chasing him. He doesn’t wanna kiss you, you wanna kiss him.

“You have such a fat crush on me.” He smirks, talking unashamedly loudly so everyone who’s passing down the columned corridor can hear.

You sigh. “No I don't, Gojo.”

“It’s Satoru to you,” he winks, “And anyways, you’re not busy this afternoon, yeah?”

“Actually I am – ”

“Great! Let’s go out.”

Your whole face spells how frustrated you are.

“Oh my god…” you sigh, getting up for your next class which was in two minutes – Gojo took up all your time. Your friends had long slipped away after he gave them a glare, snickering as they did because they thought the whole thing between you and him was hilarious.

His long legs strode next to you down the corridor.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To class.” you replied.

“Let me walk you there.” he offered eagerly.

“Thanks, but there’s really no need.” you replied.

He looked at you like a sad puppy, so you gave in. “Oh my god, fine then.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“What!” you looked at him incredulously, “You’re the one who – oh my god never mind. Walk me to class, Gojo.”

He grinned in satisfaction. You almost wanted to smack him.

“It’s Satoru.” He corrected.

“I’m not calling you that. We’re not friends.” You said.

“Gosh, you’re breaking my heart!” he jokes, but deep down he was a little cut by that. You could tell by how he said no more smart remarks. He was silent.

You slid into your seat, watching your professor prepare the sliding whiteboards with awful scribbles of calculus. Gojo slid right next to you, settling his smart ass down a little closer than last time. He was aching to get closer to you in any way he could.

“I need a pen.” He whispered under his breath to you as soon as the lecture began.

“Seriously? Again? Where do you keep putting the ones I give you, up your ass?”

He smirked at you. Pretty blue eyes peaked over the rims of his sunglasses. You weren’t the only one to notice that he had them on indoors; the professor glanced over and immediately reprimanded him.

“Gojo, glasses off indoors, please. Don’t make me keep reminding you.” She said.

Gojo grumbled and reluctantly took them off, setting them down on the desk. You’d already began hastily scribbling notes, but all Gojo managed to do for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the lecture was drum his borrowed pen on his empty spiralbound notebook. He stole thirsted glances of you out of the corner of his eyes.

At some point his attention solely focused on you.

He observed you intently; the way you held your pen, the pace at which you write, your handwriting, how you leaned over just enough for your breasts to lightly squish against the desk.

“Hey.” He whispered to you.

You looked at him bemusedly. Ah, here he goes again. Fifteen minutes in and he has something to say to you.

“Can I copy your notes?” he asked.

“Seriously?” you whisper-shouted. The professor was so deep into her lecture about calculus that she didn’t notice Gojo starting to chat you up.

Asking to copy your notes was just his entry into flirting; what followed next was “I like your handwriting” and “so about that date…” and “there’s a party at my place this weekend…” and “wanna ditch this class together?”

“Satoru,” you said, “shut up, please.”

He shut up, not because you asked him to – he would have gone on and on despite your wishes, but you called his name. That took him aback so much so that he actually had to recompose himself and sit back, take in a breath, think for a bit. The way you pronounced his name had him in pieces.

Now came the part of the lecture where Satoru started making you laugh. You tried so hard not to, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction – but he had a good humour, you couldn’t deny a few breathy laughs here or there.

His unwavering stare was so distracting. That and the fact he kicked his feet up on the desk. He took them down when the professor turned around, and then resumed his lazy position as soon as she turned back to the whiteboard.

“Satoru,” you began, “How is it that you never take notes and still pass?”

He shrugged. “I’m a prodigy. You’re sitting next to a real genius.”

You regretted asking.

He felt bad, so he gave you a small honest answer. “I cram at night.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Would be nice to have a study buddy…” he suggested.

“No.”

“But wouldn’t it be nice? Let’s study in the library later.”

“No – ”

“Okay! I’ll meet ya there!” he smiled decisively, choosing to ignore your decline.

The class concluded, and Gojo lingered by your desk waiting for you to pack up. Some lovestruck girls always approached him at that point, and he held small talk with them. He absolutely let their compliments fuel his ego.

You tried to take advantage of the fact he was distracted by them so you could slip out of the lecture theatre unnoticed. But he had good eyes.

“Oh, gotta go. Bye.” He said hastily, eyes locked on you like you were his target. He practically tumbled down the desk levels to get to you.

Just as you disappeared beyond the door, he caught up with you, lanky body colliding with yours on ‘accident’. You thought it was deliberate, but it really was an accident – he was so clumsy around you. He threw you a lopsided, apologetic smile.

That familiar sad puppy expression developed on his features as you walked quickly down the corridor and ignored him. Inside, you were bitter about how he bathed in those girl’s attention.

He had his hands behind his back. A peculiar thing – he usually walked like he owned the place with his hands swinging like a model on a runway. You stopped abruptly in your tracks when you noticed his deflated behavior. He bumped into you again.

“Hey…”

“Sorry.” He muttered apologetically.

“… wanna get lunch together, after studying?” you offered, feeling bad for how you ignored him the whole walk to the library.

His eyes lit up. “Yeah! Yeah… uh, yes.” He almost choked. “Absolutely.”

After that, he had a pep in his step as he followed you into the library.

Studying with him was super unproductive. He kept teasing your face, pinching your cheeks and ears to get your attention and then when he had it, he started rambling about something.

Then he pulled giggles out of you. He did such goofy, stupid things.

“Look.” He said, so you looked away from your textbook.

You shook your head.

He had balanced a book on his head and bit his borrowed pen between his pearly whites.

“Don’t put my pen in your mouth! I don’t want your germs.” You said.

He grinned.

You had to admit… that was an attractive smile. The way his Addam’s apple subtly shifted. The way his eyes lit up. The way his eyes creased.

He took the book off his head and the pen out of his mouth.

“You don’t want my germs?” he pouted jokingly.

“No, no way.”

“How are we ever gonna kiss?”

“E – excuse m – what? Huh?”

Gojo giggled. He threw that in just to see your reaction.

“You sooo wanna kiss me.” He teased.

“Uh… I don’t…” you swallowed.

“You’re such a bad liar.” He said, his tone shifting into a genuinely serious one.

“I’m not lying. I’d never kiss you.” You spoke.

“Yeah?”

He brought his face closer to you. So close you could see the subtle freckles on his pale cheeks.

“What would you do if I kissed you?” Gojo asked, peering at your soul with his eyes.

You stuttered, too stunned to response. What would you do? It was a genuine question, you could tell by the tone of his voice and look in his eyes. He really wanted to know.

“I don’t know…” you responded.

“Have you thought about it at all?” he asked. A slight nervousness shook his vocals. There was the smallest of voice cracks as he said ‘thought’.

Should you have been honest? You were looking into his eyes contemplatively. Was he trying to trick you? Was he gonna get an answer out of your lips and then humiliate you with it?

You just bit the bullet and said it.

“Yeah, I guess I have.”

His eyes searched for any hints that you were kidding. You got his heart thumping, his blood rushing around so hard he felt dizzy.

It looked like he wanted to kiss you really badly, but your phone went off and ruined the moment completely. The lovey air dissolved between you and him and he wished it hadn't.

While you hastily took your phone call, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes that Gojo had a boyish blush on his face.

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Deal with the Devil

~Professor!John Price x Student!Reader (Part Two)

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CW: Minors Do Not Interact, NSFW, Smut, Inappropriate Teacher/Student Relationships, Sexual Tension, Praise Kink, Name Calling (good girl, sweetheart), not really much aftercare, AFAB Reader, She/Her Pronouns, Face Fucking, Fingering.

When you finally make it to class, Price is nowhere to be seen. You were a few minutes early, hoping to be as pointed as he usually is, trying to see if there was anything else he needed for the day. A few other students file into class behind you and you take your usual place, sitting in the front row. There aren't many students that actually show up to his class anymore, most of them just take the failure on their transcript or drop the class altogether.

You’d like to think that Price had respected your determination, and that's why he had agreed to the extra credit in the first place.

You’re half-buried in your textbook when he finally walks in, coffee in hand. He offers you a simple smile, as well as the rest of the students. He always extends kindness to his students, so you don’t expect special treatment, however, it still comes.

“Sleep well?” He finally looks over to you, talking low as he sits his bag against his desk. It takes you off guard slightly. You only give him a small nod, your eyes following his face, and he moves to sit at the edge of his desk.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” The question seems to fall on deaf ears as no one replies to him, but despite that, he begins his lecture anyway.

You fall into staring at him, watching as he moves back and forth in front of the whiteboard, jotting down terms and dates. You can’t get yourself to focus on a single one with how his pants hug his thighs nicely, nearly busting out of the seams with one small misstep. You watch as he moves, eyes taking in every inch of the man. Somewhere in the depths of your mind, you had wished he would have just asked to fuck you in return for extra credit. He just exudes the kind of energy of a man that’s good in bed.

When your eyes finally move to his face, he’s watching you. He gives you a small smirk, and you can barely hide the flush at being caught. He probably knows about your not-so-little infatuation with him and the fact that he didn’t take advantage of it directly when you had asked for extra credit just made him so much more attractive to you. You try your best to focus on your notes, swearing to deny anything he says to you about the staring.

Finally, he begins to wipe away the information on the whiteboard, clearing his throat and you realize that you’ve spent well over forty-five minutes just drinking him in. You curse to yourself, another class directly down the drain, and swear to yourself that you’ll read and re-read the chapter he had gone over several times before you go to sleep tonight.

“Enjoy the rest of your day,” He finally speaks to the class, and you hang back as the others leave. The lump in your throat forms at being caught staring at him multiple times. You need to tell him about his meeting, the damn meeting.

When he finally does speak up to you, you had fully expected to be called out, but he leaves it in the air between the two of you, focusing on your agreement instead, “What does the rest of my day look like?” He finally looks over to you, dusting his hands off and leaning against the front of his desk.

You cough, trying to collect your composure and glancing at the clock, “You have a meeting in about an hour.” When you finally speak it sounds rehearsed, and you know he catches on. He’s a smart man, a very smart man. You know you look absolutely ridiculous to him right now.

“Right, I almost forgot about that one,” He nods as he keeps talking, his gaze moving to the clock, “I’m gonna need you to come with me to that…to take some notes.” His eyes move back to you to gauge your reaction. His eyes were stern and you give him a nod before looking down at your clothes.

You don’t look bad by any means, but jeans and a tee shirt is definitely not business attire, “Should I go change? This is hardly professional.” You speak, unsure of your words but he just gives you a small laugh.

“It’s nothing important, just meeting with a couple of colleagues. You look fine. I just need you there to keep me on track.” You watch him, arms crossed against his chest and you give him a small smile as you nod to him.

“I can do that.”

“I’m sure you can,” He smirks at his words before he jerks his head towards the door, signaling you to follow him and you hurriedly grab your things and make your way out.

You pick up the pace, trying to settle into a good stride right beside him. It was a nice stroll through the grounds, but the weather was poor, so many of the students could be found hiding away in their respective dorms. Some part of you was happy about that; not wanting to explain why you were with the professor.

It doesn’t take long until he shuffles you into a small conference room and all eyes are on you, and you wonder what they think of you. Teacher’s Pet. New Teacher’s Assistant. You just hope they all assume you’d signed up to be his TA. He takes a seat among his colleagues, and you have to admit, he lives up to the drill sergeant comment that the other student had made. He commands a room like no other.

You sit silently as the meeting starts, jotting down things that seem important. There’s a comment about another meeting and you write that in the margins of his planner, keeping it in the forefront of your brain, needing to put it in your own so you don’t forget to remind him about it.

It goes on without a hitch, but, with the slight smell of coffee and tobacco, Price leans in to whisper in your ear, “Jot that down,” and his hand taps on the notebook you had splayed in front of you. You try to hide the way your breath gets caught in your throat, but you know he’s way too close to ignore it. You keep your eyes on the notebook, but with all honesty, you don’t even know what to write down, all the thoughts in your head blocking out what the other men say in favor of pulling the feeling of his breath on your ear to the forefront of your mind.

You’re sure he can hear your heartbeat from here and you move your hand up to chew at your nails, trying to conceal the slight flush on your cheeks. It does no good, and you can only silently thank any god that would listen that nobody else has eyes on you.

Nobody else but him.

Your hands are shaking when you try to write down the next thing being said, and it’s honestly no use but you try anyway.

“You’re doing good,” His words are quiet as they filter into your ears, and this time, your eyes shoot over to look at him, and he, surprisingly, looks slightly proud of himself. The praise is what finally breaks you, and you know he knows it.

You pull your eyes away from him, readjusting yourself in your seat and trying your best to pretend to be okay. Pretend like his words weren’t setting you on fire in the seat and tearing you apart.

The meeting finally comes to a close and you quickly shut the notebook and planner, shoving it into your bag and Price is waiting for you at the door when you finally gather your things. There’s a wet heat between your legs and you silently curse yourself for letting him rile you up so much.

He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not for sure, but the proud look on his face says it all.

The walk back to his office is silent, too silent, and you stray slightly behind him as you try to keep his eyes off of you as much as possible.

Your mind is stuck on the feeling of his breath and the way it had fanned against your face, tickling your throat. It sticks a lump there that you can’t swallow down.

When Professor Price finally unlocks the door to his office, he finally speaks, “You seem a little quiet, is there something on your mind?” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, only opening the door and you follow him inside.

The room is dimly lit, yellow light from the small lamp in the corner resting on the both of you.

“Yeah, but I got some good notes for you.” You feign ignorance.

You know what he’s talking about, but the embarrassment keeps the words you want to say to him from coming out. You don’t let him know that you would much rather him push you up against the wall and fuck you right there. You don’t tell him you want to feel his fingers wrap around your throat.

You don’t tell him because he probably knows.

You feel like a wild animal backed into a corner.

In the small room, just you and him, and you didn’t see that he had clicked the lock on your way in.

“You know, Ms. (l/n),” Price finally speaks again, and your hands shake at your sides, “I’m not a stupid man.” He leans against the heavy wood desk when he finally speaks again, and this is it. This is when he finally fails you. “Did I distract you?” His words are heavy when they finally leave his lips.

“Maybe,” It’s the only thing you can get to leave your lips, and you curse yourself for not being more confident. His gaze tears you down, opening you up for him to see all the attraction. The need for him evident on your features.

“How would you feel if I told you that you’re distracting to me as well,” His words are low, just between the two of you despite being the only ones in the room, “When you stare at me the way you do, can barely get through a lecture with your eyes on me.”

You stay silent, words unable to form in your throat, but he finally continues, “Won’t you be a good girl for me and get on your knees? I’ll show you how much you distract me.”

With that, the dam finally breaks.

“Yes sir,” You barely get the words out and your bag is all but thrown to the floor, resting against the wall, and your eyes stay on his face when you move, knees bending, sending a jolt through you when they finally hit the ground in front of him.

He looks so good in this lighting, and your hands shake as they reach for the front of his pants.

His own hands catch yours before they finally reach him, stilling you and you look back up to his face. There’s a slight worry etched across his features when he speaks, “You can tell me no, sweetheart,” His words take you off guard, “You say the word and you can leave and I’ll still give you the extra credit.”

Somehow, the fact that he wanted to make sure this was a mutual thing only makes you more turned on. You nod to him, trying to find your words, and they barely come out as a whisper to him, “I want to,” You speak and he nods, moving his hand away from your hands to press it against your chin. His thumb rubs sweetly at your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips as you look up at him, eyes staring wide into his.

“You’re such a good girl.” He speaks, thumb pulling your lip down and his hands and the praise almost has your mind in pieces. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, and you swear it almost pulls a whine out of you. His other hand moves to grab your stalled hands, still resting just before the waistband of his pants before he pulls them closer to him, pressing them against the button.

Your hands finally start moving again, unbuttoning his jeans. You pull down the zipper finally, the sound of it so loud in the small room. When you dip your hands into his underwear, his thumb presses into your lips and he swears, and you open your mouth for him, letting him rest his thumb against your tongue as you finally pull his cock out of his pants.

He feels heavy in your hand, your soft skin wrapped around his length and your eyes finally dart down, taking him all in before moving back to look at his eyes. His hand pulls you in, pulling you closer to him as you stroke him a few times, finally moving to press a small kiss against the tip, and his hand moves to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear before it rests on the top of your head.

He grunts when you finally take him into your mouth, the soft, wet heat pulling him in as your eyes watch his face. “Fuck,” the curse filters into the silent room, and he runs an encouraging hand through your hair. The musky smell of him filling your nose and only pushing you further down onto him. You pull back, letting him out of your mouth with a small pop before you move your hand and try to take him all into your mouth.

“That’s it, such a good girl for me…” His words are darker now, dripping from his tongue seductively and you start bobbing your head, his hand moving to thread into your hair before he moves it to pet your face. It’s intoxicating, his encouragement, the light touches, and you can’t help but whine with him in your mouth, legs rubbing together to search for some kind of relief.

His eyes close and his hand is resting on your chin now, cupping your face as you move, a light groan pushing itself past his lips. “That feels so good, sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” His praise is the only thing in your mind, urging you forward as you attempt to take all of him into your mouth. Your hands move to rest against his hips as his hand moves to grip the hair at the back of your head. Your nose pushes into him, and you gag around him before moving back and his hips move of his own accord, thrusting lightly into your mouth.

The tip hits the back of your throat, pulling a gag out of your mouth. You’re heavily out of practice, but you can’t help the way your hands pull at him, practically begging him to thrust back into your mouth, to use it however he needs to get off. It sends a shiver down your spine, the way his eyes go dark before he thrusts into your mouth again, hand tightening on the strands of hair he’s pulled into his grip. You moan as the tip presses heavy into the back of your throat and he snaps his hips back before plunging himself back into your mouth.

“You’re doing so good,” His words fall out of his mouth like honey as his hips thrust his cock deeper into your lips, and you finally pull one of your hands from his hips to unbutton your own jeans and push your own fingers into your wet heat and he practically growls as he watches you. “That pretty mouth of yours, taking me so well.”

You hold your gags back as he uses your mouth, his pants hitting hard against your chin, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. He could tear you apart and you would just thank him for it afterwards. You moan as he continues fucking into your mouth, the vibrations running along his cock and he lets out a moan. You rub at yourself lightly, the wet sounds your mouth is making only pushing you closer to your own release. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, but it’s so fucking good that you don’t want him to stop.

“You’re gonna swallow it all, yeah?” His voice is husky when it leaves his mouth, hips faltering in his thrusts and you try your best to give him a nod, but the heavy hand holding your hair only allows for you to barely do so.

His hips stutter as praises fall from his lips, along with a low growl and you can feel when his pleasure finally comes to a peak and he releases into your mouth.

After a few moments, his hand comes to rest on your chin again, pulling you off of him and opening your mouth so he can look at the mess he had made against your tongue. You look at him through your lashes as you close your mouth and make a show of swallowing him down, and you finally speak, your voice coming out whiny and rough from the way he had abused your mouth, “Touch me, please, touch me, sir.” You lean back against your calves, hand against the floor, making a show of touching yourself.

He’s on the floor with you in record time, sitting on his knees and you can barely move your hand before his own is slipping into your pants, rubbing at your clit before he slips two fingers into you. He watches the way your face contorts as a moan escapes your lips at the stretch. “I think you’ve earned some attention, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Your words break as they leave your mouth, a heavy moan following them out as he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing hard against the spot that feels so fucking good that it has you falling apart. His palm presses against your clit as he continues to pull out of you and push back in.

“So wet for me…” His words send a shiver down you, and you whine, your hand moving to grip his arm as the pleasure takes over your entire form. “You like that, don’t you? Love my fingers in you.”

“Fuckin’ love it,” Your words mix with his before he can even get them out of his mouth, and your brain is mush, mumbling incoherent sounds as your other arm gives out as you lay back on the floor, letting him have his way with you, fingers pushed deep in your cunt.

“You look so pretty like that, all fucked out and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” His words are low, barely there, but they push you closer to your release. It’s nearly embarrassing how he has you laid out on his office floor, rough fingers fucking into you and his palm pushing you further and further, but you don’t care, would let him do it as much as he damn well pleases, using you however he wants.

Pleas and chants fall from your lips when you finally tumble over the edge with him whispering praises of how good of a girl you are for him, and your back nearly arches off of the ground when he speaks, “That’s it, fuck,” And his other hand moves to your face, wiping your hair out of your face as he pumps his fingers into you through your release.

He finally pulls his hands out of your pants, bringing fingers up to his mouth to taste you, and it only causes you to whine as you come down from your high. His hand is heavy on your cheek, thumb rubbing sweetly before he finally stands up, fixing himself in his pants.

There’s just something about being on the floor under him, watching as he fixes himself as if nothing had happened between you as you’re thoroughly spent under him. You pull yourself up onto your elbows, using them to move back to your knees and he leans over to you, hand finding its way back to your face, caressing the skin of your cheek before he speaks, “Clean yourself up, beautiful, and get back to your studies.” His words are back to normal and your eyes roam over his face. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” A small smirk plays on his lips as he moves to sit at his desk, watching as you fix yourself.

There’s a slight satisfied grin on his face as he watches you and you move over to your bag to pull out a hair tie to pull your hair up, forgoing even the attempt to try and get the tangles out of it before you pull it up into a bun to try to hide the mess as much as you can. You know your lips are swollen and the light layer of sweat against your skin is starting to dry disgustingly, but his eyes on you just make you feel like you're the most beautiful thing in the world.

You get up off the floor, moving to pull your bag over your shoulder and leave, but his hand catches your wrist, pulling you over to where he sits before he presses a small kiss to your lips. You hadn’t expected the tenderness out of him but it’s welcome, and you give him a small smile before you head for the door.

You think, just for a moment, that you’re gonna milk this agreement for as much enjoyment as possible.

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Make Me Forget

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader x Topper Thorton

WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR. 

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Y/N Maybank usually hated Kooks and would never be caught on Figure Eight.

As JJ’s twin sister, you had been endlessly lectured about who to never talk to, let alone hang out with. It had been drilled into your brain since birth practically. 

You and your brother were always close, due to your mother’s abandonment and father’s abuse. 

It was you against the world. 

When JJ became friends with John B, your duo became a trio. Then Pope and Kiara were added, and the group solidified. A group of 5, you were all best friends. 

Pogues 4 Life!

Then, Sarah Cameron came into the mix…

Sarah Cameron wouldn’t have been a problem as an addition to the Pogues if she had joined as Kiara’s friend. 

But Sarah came as John B’s girlfriend, and to Y/N who loved John B as long as you’ve known him, Y/N couldn’t be around them anymore.

Sarah Cameron was different than any other girl John B had dated - mainly because he didn’t date many girls, just hook up and dump. Usually they were Tourons, but he was never in love with anyone. 

Not like how it was with Sarah. Never how it was with Sarah.

With a tight grip on your cup, you watched from across the kegger as Sarah and John B danced together, laughing loudly. You tried your hardest not to glare, as you took another large gulp of whatever drink you had, walking away, hoping there would be something - anything - to take your mind off of them.

And then you saw one of the guys your brother hated with a burning passion, and realized that maybe the kooks would be able to solve your pogue problem. You knew they all did drugs, it wasn’t a secret by any means. Maybe drugs would take your mind off of your heart. 

JJ might hate you after what you was looking for, but you were desperate. 

“Hey, do you know where Rafe is?”

Glancing up from his phone, Topper Thorton looked down at Y/N Maybank.

 The blonde Pogue Princess - who would have gotten a scholarship to “Kook Academy” if her father had finished the paperwork, who was undoubtedly the best surfer on the island, who would make the best drinks at the Island Club, and who was completely innocent - despite being the crush of every single male on Kildare but her father and brother.

“He’s around here somewhere, why?” Topper asked skeptically, as you bit your lip, shifting on your heels before looking across the crowd to see your personal point of anguish. Topper followed your eyesight…

Sarah Cameron was all over John B, throwing her arms around him and him watching her like she was the only girl in the world.

“I wanted…I need something to make me forget” Y/N said, in a soft, almost fragile voice, clueing Topper into your vulnerability. Sighing, he looked back at the girl.

“Coming from personal experience from dating Sarah Cameron, she’ll be over him soon” Topper said, shrugging his shoulders, as he tried to make the girl feel better.

“Yea, well I just want at least a night to not be in pain” Y/N said, shaking your head.

“Hey Top! And Y/N Maybank, as I live and breathe! I’m surprised to see you here talking to my boy?” Rafe asked, throwing an arm around Top, as he looked to the girl.

“I was looking for you, actually” Y/N said, as your face changed from sullen to a smirk. “How much will it cost to have some fun tonight?” You asked, staring at the Cameron boy from beneath your lashes. You knew you were pretty, and you knew exactly how to act to get what you wanted.

Rafe raised his eyebrows, smirking widely, as he looked to Top, before back at the girl.

“Follow me” He said, letting go of Topper to wrap his arm now around your shoulders. Topper followed the pair, watching as almost everyone around them stared at the unlikely trio. To be honest, Topper was surprised that a pogue hadn’t come over to take Y/N away - as this was the case any other time you had talked to a Kook like himself. The Pogues were generally protective of Y/N. JJ was a firecracker and if it wasn’t him already getting into fights, the Pogues would keep you safe to prevent one. 

Rafe leaned into his car, looking for his stash, before he looked to Topper who was already looking at Y/N, something glinting in his eye, before Rafe smirked and leaned back out of the car.

“I left most stuff at home. I only have some weed on me, but if you want, I’d be more than happy to bring you to my house. I’ve got some stuff that will definitely cause some fun” Rafe said, with a smirk. 

Topper looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, before recognizing the intention on Rafe’s face.

Y/N, however, didn’t see the ulterior motive.

“Sure. Thank you so much” You said, looking between the two of them. Rafe opened up the passenger side door for you, as Topper climbed in back.

The ride was fast, as Rafe sped down the streets back to Tanneyhill, the landscape rushing past as Rafe was eager to get home with Y/N.

He couldn’t believe his luck. He wasn’t going to question really why Y/N was coming for drugs, but he just was eager to take full advantage of this miracle - at least for him - situation. 

“So, can I ask why you want to have some fun with us tonight?” Rafe asked, curiously.

“It’s a bit embarrassing” Y/N admitted, looking down at her hands. 

“Sarah and John B were all over each other” Topper explained. 

“Oh yea, nobody wants to see that. ” Rafe said, careful with his words to not be insulting to her personally. He would’ve said something like “dirty pogue”, but then you’d get offended and his plan would go down the drain.

Rafe Cameron would’ve never imagined Y/N Maybank coming to him for drugs. Everyone knew or heard rumors about what a terrible father Luke Maybank was to his children because of them. The drugs had cost Y/N a lot of things in life, but he wasn’t going to question anything when he could finally make a move on the one girl he could never manage to shoot his shot with. 

“Let’s not think about it anymore. We’ll keep you distracted all night, right Rafe?” Topper said, smirking to his best friend, as Topper leaned forward, close to Y/N. You smiled, genuinely at the two of them.

“Thank you both” You said, and Topper and Rafe shared a look.

Tanneyhill was empty tonight, and after entering the huge house, Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the luxury surrounding you. The paintings on the wall probably cost more than the shack you lived in with your father and brother. 

JJ was going to be pissed when he finds out I’m here, alone, with the Kook princes, Y/N thought, but quickly pushed that thought to the back of your mind, as you followed Rafe and Topper through the house. Your nerves kept you from speaking to them for now. 

Rafe led them upstairs to his bedroom, going to rummage through his drawers to find his stash as Topper sat on the bed, motioning for Y/N to sit down next to him. 

“You know, I gotta admit, I’ve always wanted to hang out with you more, pretty girl” Rafe said, sitting on the other side of Y/N, as he handed both you and Topper the pills. “You seem so protected. I’m so glad you’re here with us, getting to know you better”

Y/N tried to subtly squeeze your thighs together, the praise going straight to your core. Neither boy missed the movement, only grinned a bit more wickedly to each other.

“Cheers to a fun night” Topper said, nodding to the pair before swallowing the pill.

It didn’t take long to feel the effects, your body beginning to heat up and your head feeling hazy. You leaned into Topper’s side, allowing yourself to just feel weightless. 

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” Topper asked, wrapping his arm around you and holding onto your hip. They watched as Y/N blushed, smiling shyly and nodding.

“I want your words, pretty girl” Rafe said, cooing at you, staring while he rested his hand on your knee. 

“Yes, feels good” You said, a slight slurring already occurring. Moving on the bed, you moved your hips around, causing Topper to hold your hips a bit tighter and pulling you closer to him. Rafe moved closer as well, and you could smell the expensive cologne emanating off of both of them. 

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Topper said, and you looked up into his eyes, seeing his pupils expanding and darkening.

“Really? Then why…” You said, confused.

“Because my sister is a slut, and boys like John B are weak. They don’t see a real treasure like you right in front of them. But we do, don’t we Top?” Rafe said, his lips by your ear, blowing hot breath on your neck. Shivering, you leaned your head back, unknowingly giving Rafe more access to your neck. He chuckled into your neck, moving his hand up from your knee slowly.

“You’re so beautiful and good, we just stayed away because we thought you hated us” Topper lied - you were beautiful and good, but they were forcibly stayed away from the Pogues.

“Oh no, I don’t hate you - either of you!” You said, a bit desperately as your eyes widened with worry.

“Really? I mean, your friends say pretty terrible things about us” Rafe said, causing you to feel guilt in your heart, especially as he turned your head with a finger on your jaw to stare directly at him. Topper couldn’t help the smirk on his face, as he watched your body accept them easily. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t feel that way. You two have always been nice to me” You said, staring directly at him before wrapping your arms around Rafe’s shoulders. Topper detached his arms around you, as Rafe maneuvered you to sit on his lap, your legs straddling him. Rafe had to stifle a groan, his arms wrapping around you - placing one on your back and the other on your ass, pressing you tightly into his chest.

“We believe you. You’re such a good girl, baby girl” Rafe said, his breath once again on heating your neck, igniting more of a fire in your core. You couldn’t help your thighs clenching around his waist, and Rafe took this opportunity to lower his hand, grabbing your ass and moving you to rock against him. Your legs had been spread wide, causing the hem of your skirt to rise, all the way to your hips in the front. 

You let out a gasp, leaning your chest away to look him in the eyes.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl. This is just, I’ve dreamed of you being in my arms for so long” Rafe admitted.

“Both of us, pretty girl” Topper said, as he moved closer. The heat of his gaze adding accelerant to the fire in your core, especially when Rafe would squeeze your ass, causing you to rock more on him. You could feel the zipper of his pants along your clit, with your skirt pushed up to your hips, your only barrier was now a thin lace thong. 

“Both?” You asked, eyes wide and doe-like in surprise.

Both the Kook princes were interested in you? You couldn’t say that you never thought about them, but did they want all three of you, together now? 

“Is that ok, baby girl? We wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you’re so gorgeous baby girl” He said, lust permeating his voice as he squeezed you again, grinding you down on his large bulge, and his hand moved more south on your ass, the denim skirt rising so his hand was on your bare cheek. Rafe moved his other hand down, as the skirt was up all the way, exposing your ass, as well the view of the front of your lace thong. 

Topper couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The Pogue princess, with her skirt pushed all the way up so him and Rafe could see her underwear - no, a cute little lace thong showing off her perfect little ass. 

Not being able to stop himself with the drugs fueling his actions, Topper began palming himself through his pants, himself hard at seeing your body. Rafe let out a groan when he squeezed her ass again, rutting against her and feeling her hips grind on his. 

As the zipper rubbed directly on your clit, you couldn’t stifle your moans. The drugs were having you feel more of your body, and right now, you were going to chase the high you were getting. Hearing the heavy panting from Topper, you looked over to see him palming himself.

You reached over with your hand, touching his arm before moving it slowly down to his hand, making eye contact with Topper.

“You want to help me out, pretty girl?” Topper said, with a grin, lifting his hand to take yours, holding it as he placed your hand underneath the waist band of his shorts and boxers as he slid them both off his legs. His cock jumped out of his shorts, slapping against his stomach, and you could feel how hard it was, moving your hand up and down his thick shaft.

Rafe couldn’t wait much longer with this over the clothes grinding - the fact Topper’s dick was getting actual touch action before his own putting him over the edge. 

“Stand up baby girl. Let’s get you out of those clothes, huh? You must be feeling pretty warm” He said, as you got up, allowing Rafe to stand as well. Topper and Rafe went about getting your clothes off - slowly, letting their fingertips drag along your skin as they stared at your naked body on display for them. 

Feral. They looked absolutely feral. 

You blushed under their gaze, and when Rafe saw your red cheeks, he grinned almost wickedly - a predator about to devour their prey. 

“Oh baby girl, you’re so beautiful. So perfect. You’re like a damn masterpiece” Rafe said, as you locked eyes, before looking to Topper. He was in shock, eyes still roaming your body.

“Fucking dream girl right here, right Topper?” Rafe said, snapping Topper out of it.

“Yea, perfect, Y/N perfect” Topper said, before looking to Rafe.

“Topper, you want to eat that pussy of hers? Taste how sweet she is? I’ve been dying to get her mouth on my cock. Then you can have her mouth and I’ll have her tight little pussy creaming on my cock, ain’t that right, baby girl?” Rafe stated, and with a nudge, you kneeled on the bed, the boys on either end of you. You stared at Rafe’s cock - it was the biggest you’d ever seen, although Topper’s wasn’t much smaller. It was thick and long, already red with a weeping head. 

You licked your lips in anticipation, before licking the underside of Rafe’s cock, going along the vein underneath. You felt his body shudder, but you were soon distracted by the tongue licking a long stripe on your own folds. 

You moaned, which gave Rafe an opportunity to guide his dick easily into your mouth, moving a hand to your hair as he thrusted into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck, trying not to smirk as you hear Rafe’s moans. Topper however, feels your distraction, and levels up his antics - adding a finger inside of you as he sucks your clit harshly. 

“You’re such a good girl, baby girl. So good for us. Topper’s having the time of his life, eating you sweet pussy  like a goddamn meal” Rafe said, causing you to clench.

“Oh she really liked that, don’t you pretty girl” Topper said, winking at Rafe to continue. Rafe grinned, as he watched your pleased face when Topper added another finger inside of you, curling them to hit the spongey patch inside of you. 

“You’re so perfect for us. Your mouth feels like heaven. Your lips were made for sucking cock, my baby girl. But I can’t wait to feel that pussy around me. You’re so perfect, baby girl” He said, as he watched drool form at your mouth, becoming sloppier as your pleasure was increasing. 

The vibrations of your moans caused Rafe to stutter in his thrusts, as you were climbing rapidly over the edge yourself. He removed himself, and now that you were only focused on Topper’s mouth and fingers, you came quickly - and squirted. 

“Holy shit, you squirted on Topper’s face” Rafe said, excitedly, eyes wide as he looked at Topper, who was licking up with a wide grin on his face. You looked mortified, as you turned around once Topper had leaned back.

“Oh no, don’t feel embarrassed, pretty girl. That was incredible - best experience. I’ve never had anyone squirt before” Topper said, a proud grin on his face.

“Trust me, baby girl. You just made his life” Rafe said. “Now I want to make you squirt on my cock” Rafe added, putting a condom on before laying down and pulling you to straddle him. His cock stretched you out, despite how wet you were.

“You’re so tight, baby girl. Clenching me like a vice” Rafe gritted out, groaning at how good you felt around him. Topper walked over after he finished cleaning off his face, and you slid your lips around his cock, noting the differences between the men’s dicks.

Both were exceptional and mouthwatering. You could die happily if you only had tonight left. 

“You weren’t kidding about her mouth, damn” Topper groaned, as you swirled your tongue around while hollowing out your cheeks. Rafe smirked, but soon his concentration was about thrusting into you. 

After having just squirted, your body was heating up quicker. The tense coil had been primed, and your next orgasm was coming quickly, which Rafe could feel.

Your moaning had the same effect on Topper as it had Rafe, but Topper wasn’t going to pull out of your mouth. It wasn’t long before Topper thrusted his load down your throat, with a loud groan and panting. 

“Such a good girl, getting all of it. Don’t leave anything to waste” Topper said, cupping your face when you retracted. Your doe eyes looked up at him, and Topper couldn’t resist kissing you, before going to get himself clean. You heard the shower turn on, but were soon refocused back to Rafe, when he flipped you both so now you were on your back on the bed, Rafe thrusting into you, your sense overwhelmed with him all around you.

“Baby girl, you’re so perfect for me. This pussy, I’m not going to be able to just give up. So god damn tight and warm” Rafe said. “You’re so good for me - for us. Making us feel so good, my good girl. So pretty and nice, baby girl” He said, thrusting in deep and hard, touching your cervix with his cock.

“Rafe” You moaned, and he smirked, increasing the speed and beginning to rub your clit with his fingers. His lips went to your nipples, sucking on them as well as tugging on them with his teeth.

“That’s my name, baby girl. Who’s making you feel this good, huh? Baby girl, you’re such a good girl” He said, looking up at your face, glistening with sweat and pleasure. 

“You, Rafe, mhm” You moaned louder, before you came again, just as forcefully, squirting again on his cock. Thrusting a few more times, before he let out a loud groan, releasing himself. Rafe lay down by your side, pulling you into him, as you both calmed your breathing. 

“Fuck. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. You’ve got me addicted now, baby girl” He said, kissing your hot neck. You flushed, looking over at him, and touching his face softly, pushing some strands of his hair off his face.

“Fuck drugs, that pussy is my new vice” Topper said, smirking as he came out of the bathroom in a towel, and Rafe laughed, while you blushed.

“He’s right. Fuck the drugs. I just want to stay in your pussy” Rafe said, and you couldn’t help but giggle.  

Please comment if you think I should do a part 2!!!! Have some ideas of ‘what happens next’, but let me know if you want more :) 

[may-bornmia]

Clingy Little Baby (series) - Bang Chan

(a/n: THIS HAS BEEN POSTED ON WATTPAD UNDER MY USERNAME may_bornmia !!)

Pairings: Bang Chan x OC (you can picture yourself, whatever makes you comfortable :))

Warnings (for the entirety of the series): littlespace, forthcoming smut, subspace, a HUGE amount of fluff, fast-paced story

CHAPTER 1: A Crush

Bang Christopher Chan has tried his goddamn best to look away, but whenever Park Ahyoung is in the same lecture as him, seated right before him, he fails miserably. It would be an understatement to call his admiration for her just a crush, because, to him, she was the prettiest, most endearing girl on the entire college campus. 

He did not lack female attention; instead, he had an abundance of it, with almost every other girl trying to converse with him somehow, or even touch him. And he was polite to everyone -- smiling whenever someone talked to him, helping others with their assignments, and was on good terms with the professors. So it did not make much of a difference whenever someone new came to interact with him. 

Yet, he knew that something was different when, for the first time, a fidgety Ahyoung walked over to his seat and feebly asked him about their next assignment. Attention sparked, and he felt slight goosebumps on his skin when she adorably smiled, mumbling a little 'thank you' to him before waddling away. Chan was immediately made aware of her presence; the petite introvert with the cutest smile and sparkly eyes, and the smallest voice known to mankind. 

Something in him moved that day -- to say it in the cheesiest manner -- and for two weeks, he had been trying to come up with excuses to talk to her. However, it was a rather tough job, because she was extremely shy and introverted. And she seemed afraid of him, God knows why. 

And currently, sitting behind her, his attention kept diverting from the lecture to Ahyoung. He tried his best to tear his focus away from the cutie, but when she turned to the side to face her friend and smile, his heart almost exploded with joy. 

It was always a gorgeous sight to see her smile. 

As far as he had observed, she only had a single friend, Kim Seungmin, who was super protective of her. It was like he was shielding his own child from the malice of this sinful world. Chan had seen him cuss out loud at some girl who was trying to pick on Ahyoung, and by the end of the curses, that girl had her mascara running down her face. 

Chan watched her in a dreamy trance, until his seatmate, Han Jisung, whispered to him, "You look drunk." 

The Aussie woke up from his trance and faced Jisung, who stifled a chuckle. Chan sighed and whispered back to him, "Shut up." 

"With this," the professor spoke, "We end today's class. You're all dismissed." 

Chan was collecting his books when he heard Seungmin speak to Ahyoung, "I have to go home right now. Mom isn't doing well, so I need to take care of her. I won't be able to do the presentation with you in the next class." 

Ahyoung made an adorable pout at him, and Chan heard her voice over a mumble for the first time as she spoke, "I hope she gets well soon, Minnie." 

The loverboy could almost melt there. 

Seungmin spoke further, "Will you be able to present alone?" 

"I... can try." 

The best friend grinned, patting her head, "I'm rooting for you, alright? Call me once you're done." 

He gathered his books and walked out of the class, and Jisung picked up his stuff, saying, "Come on, Chan, let's go. We have a presentation in the next class." 

One could see the gears turning in Chan's head. As soon as Ahyoung stood up, fixing her skirt, he spoke up from his seat, "Hey, Ahyoung!" 

She looked visibly nervous, "Um, hello..." 

"Are you prepared for the presentation?" 

Jisung watched in utter curiosity at his friend trying to make her comfortable. He was aware of Chan's crush on her. But what was he doing? 

Ahyoung, on the other hand, bit her lower lip in the most latent manner, "I am, but I-I don't have a partner." 

"Oh, I don't have a partner, too," Chan lied, pretending to think hard, "How about we partner up for this?" 

Ahyoung's eyes widened, and from the background, one could hear Jisung shrieking, "Bro, really?" 

"Would you be comfortable partnering up with me?" Chan continued to gently ask her, and she rubbed her shoe on the ground subtly, anxious about the entire ordeal. However, partnering up with someone could prove to be better than doing it all herself, right? All the amount of anxiety was piling up on her, and she kept telling herself in her head: Bang Chan is a good person. Bang Chan is a good person. He won't harm me. 

So, she questioned, "We haven't prepared together yet..." 

"We still have, like, 30 minutes before the next class. How about we prepare now?" the Aussie grinned charmingly, and she blushed and looked down, "Okay, let's do it." 

"Unbelievable," Jisung walked off in comic frustration, having been betrayed just a moment ago. 

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(a/n: next part coming up soon!~)

[r2d2lover]

5 Galleons Pt. 1

Pairing: Fred Wealey x Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: THIS PARTICULAR PART CONTAINS NO SMUT. Fluff and angst with smut in pt. 2, slight praise kink, blowjobs, unprotected sex, PIV sex, Fred bets that he can bed you by the end of the week. Cheesy Amortentia bit. Honestly was just a brain dump of a Fred scenario I've been wanting to write.

Summary:

The Hufflepuff Princess becomes the focus of Fred Weasley’s newest dare.

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This is posted on Tumblr combining Chapters 1+2 and Chapters 3+4 for easy reading.

"Oh, you could never, Weasley," McLaggen challenged, pulling his Gryffindor jumper over his head. Fred flexed his fingers, unable to back down from a dare.

"Yeah, what makes you say that?" Fred smoothed down the front of his button up, a devious spark lighting up his eyes. George slapped the back of his brother, in a way that Fred thought he was trying to expel his bad thoughts.

"The Hufflepuff Princess? She makes Hermoine Granger look like a party animal," George laughed. Fred snorted, letting his mind wander to the girl they were talking about.

The sixth year student that was tonight's focus of the Gryffindor locker room was nicknamed the Hufflepuff Princess because of her uptight academic nature. She and Hermione were best friends, spending countless hours in the library studying together. Really, they should've been Ravenclaws.

But, Merlin, was she beautiful. Fred shared Potions and Charms class with her, but of course he sat in the back poking fun of the lecture while she sat attentively in the front. He would admire her neat, almost sterile appearance, but mostly he admired how her golden robes fitted her body. Fred thought back to the time they were paired up for a Potions assignment and he accidentally stirred clockwise instead of counter, making the concoction explode all over her robes. When she shed her stained robes, Fred couldn't take his eyes off of the way her white button-up cinched her waist, accentuating every curve. Not to mention how her old skirt was getting ever-so slightly too tight and too short. Unfortunately, according to the locker room, everyone else noticed her behind her rigidness and wanted a chance at loosening her up.

Fred was determined that he would get her to fold. Surely, he had the best chances since he had actually talked to her and if he didn't soften all his attempts at getting to know her with bad jokes, they might even be friends.

"Let's make this interesting. 2 Galleons if you can do it, mate," McLaggen pursed his lips. This caused Fred and George to laugh with great delight. The other members of the Quidditch team were listening in with matched curiosity.

"Say, 5 Galleons if I can do it by the end of the week. This Friday after the Hufflepuff Gryffindor game," Fred boasted, which caused a chorus of bewildered coos. Fred felt powerful leading the group to the Great Hall for dinner, but he felt even more powerful knowing that they doubted him.

"I'll take that bet. There's no way you bed her at the end of this week," McLaggen laughed, holding open the door for Fred.

"Oh, you'll see."

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He tried to talk her up in the Great Hall during dinner, but the Gryffindors were watching like it was a show unfolding.

"Hey," he said in a cool tone, sitting down beside her and her friend that he had never met. "Did you, er, finish the Potions homework?"

She set down her goblet with an amused look on her face. Fred was fixated on the way her hair was pulled back and out of her face, not a single strand out of place.

"I haven't started it. Why? Do you need help on it?" She looked embarrassed because her friend started giggling uncontrollably. Fred smirked, deciding to go in for the kill.

"Yeah, I've been struggling with it. I can't say no to some one-on-one tutoring. Are you free tonight?" He locked eyes with her, hoping that she wouldn't say no. Her stammering caused a flutter in his chest. Fred quickly glanced over to the Gryffindors that had their eyes trained on him, but looked back at her quickly with a grin, praying that she didn't hear the laughs and not-so-silent cheering from the other table. Luckily, her back was to them.

"I- Yes. I'm free," She said sheepishly, looking back down at her plate. As Fred stood up to leave, he decided to add a little flourish for the onlooking crowd. Fred lifted her face with two fingers, tilting her head up to look at him. He clenched his jaw while dirty thoughts started to swirl around his mind.

"Sounds like a date," Fred smirked, leaving her stunned and her face as red as the Gryffindor's table runner. When he walked away from the Hufflepuff table, he threw a wink to Cormac and George.

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You gathered up all your Potions notes nervously, checking the clock for the third time already. Your best friend laughed at the disheveled sight of you, a certainly welcomed change.

"I can't believe you're acting like this over Fred Weasley. You know, he's not even going to pay attention. He's going to be too busy trying to get in your pants," you threw a pillow at your friend who turned into a giggling fit. "Don't worry, I'll cover you when the other prefect does bed checks!"

You descended down into the Central Hall, looking around the large mermaid fountain for Fred. You couldn't help but think of your friend's comments, despite the larger nagging feeling of wanting it to be true. Fred Weasley was truly the antithesis of who you were: handsomely disordered, outspoken, and popular. You convinced yourself that he was this way with every girl, thinking back to the time he made a lame pass at Angelina Johnson at the Quidditch Pitch during an open practice for everyone to see. You found Fred attractive the reason you found Muggle Studies interesting: the mystification of the entire idea. You shook you head with a silent laugh to yourself. How could you be interested in a boy you compared to an extracurricular class?

"Sorry I'm late, love," Fred crept up behind you, making you jump a little. You turned around with a small frown on you face. He was only carrying his potions book, with his wand and quill sticking haphazardly out of his pocket. His shirt was half untucked, with no tie adorning his neck. You couldn't help but get distracted at how the unbuttoned top of his shirt highlighted his collarbones and- Before you could come up with another thought, you cleared your throat.

"It's fine. Shall we?" You gestured towards the library doors. Before you turned your back towards him to head towards the library, you swear you could see a smirk on his face. He swiftly moved past you so that he could open the door for you. "Oh, what a gentleman."

"I try," Fred let you lead him to your favorite part of the library, your own little study corner. It was a secluded nook with two large plush chairs that faced a large window that overlooked the grounds. You were surprised that it was always available to you when you wanted, probably because it was so far back into the library.

"This is cozy," Fred plopped down on one of the armchairs, enchanting the other one closer to him. "And so far from the prying eyes of the public."

You ignored his suggestive tone and opened your potions book to the lesson that was covered today. Admittedly, you had trouble with brewing Veritaserum, due to its maturing phase. You were sure you had it down, but you wouldn't know until the next lunar phase. While the class was to wait for the potion to be ready, you had to memorize its other properties. It was easy enough to go over it with Fred, making you wonder why he needed your help in the first place. He had paid attention for the past hour, asking you strictly academic questions that made you actually flip through your notes for the answer.

"Virtually water... Makes one confess...," Fred mused aloud, penning down his notes. He looked up at you with a devious grin. "And what kind of secrets would you be spilling if you had a sip of Vertiaserum?"

You felt your face get hot as you looked up from your own writing to meet Fred's watchful gaze. You bit your lip nervously, trying to think of something to say.

"Probably something better than any secrets you're hiding," You said, feeling pretty lame at your answer. You couldn't possibly outwit the king of wit himself. Fred chuckled and seemed as if he was reaching a hand out towards you, but restrained himself.

"Ahem. Should we be absolutely studious and get a head start on tomorrow's lesson," Fred said, out of character. You were surprised at his suggestion, but flipped forward to the lesson prepared for tomorrow. Fred laughed at your reaction to the heading title of tomorrow's chapter: Amortentia.

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The class gathered around the cauldron that bubbled with a pearly substance.  "Does anyone know what potion this is?" asked the professor, looking over at the eager crowd. You raised your hand ready to answer, but much to the class's surprise, Fred blurted out the answer. He had moved closer to where you were standing, probably to say something witty during the lesson.

"Amortentia," Fred smirked at you, causing you to look away quickly. You turned your attention back to the shimmering liquid, hypnotized by the way it moved. The professor looked happily surprised at the way his goofiest student was able to answer the question.

"Very good, Mr. Weasley," He praised, giving a nod of approval. "Really, it was all thanks to her," Fred complimented, patting you on the shoulder. The rest of the class looked at you with the same surprise as the professor's but you simply waved you hand dismissively.

"Ah, clever as well as humble. Very well. Points to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff for being so studious," the professor smiled. "Now, we are studying this potion today because it is the most powerful and dangerous concoction known to wizard kind. It doesn't create real love, however, but instead an obsessive infatuation to the drinker. Its scent also differs for each person, drawing on what the person finds attractive. Now, go ahead and take a whiff. How about our scholars first?" The professor invited you and Fred up to the bubbling cauldron. Fred stepped up first, taking a deep breath. He frowned and looked back at you, waving a hand to signal you to step back.

"What's wrong?" You asked, stepping even closer.

"Nothing. Could you back up? Your perfume is overpowering anything in this caul-" Fred began, stopping mid-sentence when he realized the rest of the class started giggling. His face heated up, almost matching the color of his hair.

"I didn't put on any perfume this morning. I was running late," You said in a low, shaky voice. Your heartbeat was racing. Fred quickly stepped back from the cauldron, making his way back to the class to hide in the sea of students. You took a big gulp before stepping up to smell the cauldron yourself. A mixture of leather and grass as well as firewood filled your nose. You didn't want to admit it, but you thought you caught a small whiff of a musky pine cologne. The leather grassy smell brought you to the Quidditch Pitch and you shook your head trying to focus on the lecture instead. You ignored the urge to find Fred in the crowd, instead pulling out your Potions notebook. Once the class dismissed, you quickly left the classroom, hoping to avoid Fred. You decided that he was simply making a joke for the entire crowd and you ducked your head as you walked to Divination class.

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When you told your friend about what had happened in Potions class, she squealed with such delight, even the Ravenclaw table looked over at the two of you. You thanked Merlin that the Gryffindor table was on the other end of the Great Hall. You wanted to be the first to tell your best friend about what happened in an attempt to beat the rumor mill.

"That's so cute!What did you smell?" Your best friend gushed, completely forgetting her dinner. You felt your face get hot, shoveling another bite into your mouth in order to distract yourself.

"I think he was just making a joke. He's like that. Remember Angelina Johnson? Anyways, I smelled the Qudditch Pitch, you know, leather and grass. And fire. I have no idea what that means though," You shrugged.

"I think you know exactly what it means," Your best friend beamed. 

"Ah, you're talking about Quidditch? Does that mean you're ready for this weekend's game? It's going to be a tough one. I've been telling people that Hufflepuff is on the up and up," Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain, leaned over into your conversation. You hoped that the Amortentia was actually about Cedric, your longtime friend and childhood crush. You felt like there was always some tension between you two, but since the both of you felt too close to let something frivolous ruin your relationship, the both of you agreed to be friends. That didn't mean he was one of the handsomest boys in your grade, though, and being the Quidditch house captain only added to his attractiveness. You looked over at the Gryffindor table where Fred was telling some grandiose story with both his hands, trying to deflect your thoughts. Tonight, your had asked your friend to switch seats with her in a not-so discreet attempt to see if Fred would tell the other Gryffindors about class today. He didn't seem like he was informing his other housemates of his embarrassment during class, but he did catch you staring and threw a wink at you. 

"I think I'm going to get started on my homework now so I can get it all done before this weekend," You stood up after Fred winked at you, rushing out of the Great Hall. Your friend waved you off as you exited through the side doors into the outdoor courtyard. You decided to take the long way back to your common room in order to avoid any unwanted questions. Unfortunately, before you could make it halfway across the courtyard, you turned your head at the sounds of the Great Hall doors opening after you. Fred emerged from the doors, humming happily. You took a deep breath, weighing your choices between running and hexing him.

"Hey! Can we talk?" Fred called out. Your body decided to freeze and all you could do was turn around slowly and nod. "Come on, walk with me. We'll need a little more privacy than this.

Fred lead you to the side of the courtyard corridor, then backed you up into the corner, effectively pinning you between the wall and himself. He leaned against the wall on one shoulder and pushed his hair out of his face, giving that famous Weasley smirk. You felt like you could barely breathe from the nervousness. You swear you could hear his racing heartbeat as well.

"I think everyone has said everything they possibly could about what happened in Potions today. I don't want to talk about that. Instead, I want to propose a bet," Fred stared intently at you, pleased at your bumbling state. You cursed him in your head. You never wavered to anyone, why was he so different?

"Oh? And what's that? Hopefully something about how you'll finish all your assignments on time?" You asked, meeting his gaze. Fred laughed and stood up straight.

"Yeah, right. No, it's about this weekend's Quidditch game. If Gryffindor wins, you have to come to our afterparty. And wear your hair down," Fred wagered, flicking your ponytail jokingly. Your face turned red, but you hoped that the firelight of the nearby brazier hid it. You could nearly gather your thoughts, however, you couldn't let Fred's smugness continue.

"Alright. What do I get if Hufflepuff wins?" You countered, fixing your hair.

"Love, we know that won't be happening," Fred laughed when you pushed on his chest defensively. 

"How about you do my Potions homework for two weeks?" You really couldn't think of anything that wanted from him. 

"Ugh, pick something fun," Fred groaned. 

"Fine, if Hufflepuff wins, you come to our afterparty. Without my help sneaking in, so I hope you don't get sprayed by vinegar," You suggested, crossing your arms. As the words left your mouth, you wished you never suggested that. The whole ordeal seemed to be in his favor. You would just have to make sure that he didn't know the password to your common room so that you could see him doused in vinegar. His smirk made you less confident.

"Oh, deal."

Part 2

[imreallyloveleee]

Where do you think it all went wrong with Riverdale?

honestly, part of me is like, the show's over and nothing but fandom matters. so who cares?

the other part of me loves to complain about Riverdale and will continue to do so until the day I die in the parking lot of Michael's Diner in Montgomeryville, PA at the age of 86. so, long-winded answer under the cut

I'm tempted to say it's the s4 b*rchie kiss. It was so wildly out of character for both Betty and Archie that it's laughable. You know how you can tell when something is just blatantly OOC with no justification? They...don't justify it. They find ways to dance around any interaction that might offer clarification. They mute the reactions of the characters who should be devastated by it. And then they jump ahead 7 years so it's easier to just handwave it away as something that happened a long time ago.

but the thing is, I did keep watching after that. I thought: okay, at least we should get an exes-to-lovers arc out of this, which is one of my favorite tropes. there is no way they would spend 4 seasons developing Bughead as this loving, supportive, communicative, sexy, and almost-unbelievably-compatible couple just to tear them apart and never do anything with that dynamic again. maybe it'll be even sweeter seeing them come back together after so much hurt and longing.

boy was i wrong!!!!!!!!!

so, the episode that actually made me stop watching for good, with the exception of some standalones like The Jughead Paradox and the finale, was the s5 musical. that was when i realized that this team of writers was 100% willing, maybe even eager, to completely drop storylines they themselves had been building over the course of a season - do a 180 with all of the characterization and relationships - and then act as though the buildup they wrote never even happened.

in this case, i'm specifically talking about the Bughead reunion storyline they dropped in s5. i'm not going to pretend like it was a GREAT buildup - and it was mostly on Jughead's side, Betty's character in s5 was basically an emotionless misery bot that had sex sometimes - but it was there. Jughead told Tabitha he had unresolved feelings around Betty. that's followed by an entire episode that lays out Betty & Jug's time jump relationship, and how Jughead still believes she's the one who saves him from himself. they work on a case together, they start opening up to one another. Jughead's so worried about her he can't eat.

and then...you know what happens.

(i'll also note here that there was random bts stuff that strongly indicated the musical ep storyline had a drastic last-minute rewrite: lili tweeted a blue dress, suggesting the song with that line was meant for her character; RAS said cole had to do last-minute recording sessions; supposedly crew members have confirmed this was the case, too. since none of it's 100% confirmed you can take it all with a grain of salt, but i believe it.)

it was so fucking insulting as a viewer to give my time and attention to a show made by people who would not only randomly drop the threads they set up, but torpedo them altogether, and then behave like the fans are the ones somehow at fault for expecting a story that actually follows through on its own emotional and plot beats. we're just shippers, so our opinions are dumb and biased! it's just a tv show, so who cares! get over it!

so, i stopped watching, because i knew they would continue to write without any thought or respect for their characters or their audience, and therefore inevitably write themselves into another corner. and, shocker, i was right. they did it again, whisking everyone away to the 1950s because actually resolving any of the scenarios they set up was ToO hArD. why bother when you could just make every single character Righteously Angry and Incurably Horny all the time, lecture the audience about social issues that have already been mainstream progressive for the last several decades, and call it a "love letter" to your fans?

[filmbyjy]

HAMSTER HEESEUNG (1)

— main HYBRID masterlist

SUMMARY: you had always wanted to adopt a pet, you wanted the companionship. it just so happens your friend wanted to bring you to an adoption drive. perfect! but it was no normal adoption drive...

word count: 1.1K words

warnings: mentions of zoophilia (basically s*x with animals) - please do not have s*x with animals unless you are AN ANIMAL. let's pretend you aren't educated in hybrids hence you thought about this because really how tf did hybrids came about (like i know it's not real but who was the smart person to even think about mixing animals and humans)

NOTE: yay!! the first episode to the HYBRID UNIVERSE. i lowkey made myself blush imagining the things wrote in here. someone stop me i swear but enjoy!!

it had been a good minute since you started counting down the timing till school ended. you just couldn't wait. your friend mentioned about some adoption drive that was coming to your town.

it was about time you had some company in a form of a furball. you had always wanted a hamster. yeah sure, they might die for stupid reasons but they were still adorable nonetheless.

once the bell rings, you nearly fly out your seats until the teacher mentions about how 'the bell doesn't dismiss you, rather he does'. were all teachers always this snappy? they already finished talking about their lecture like 5 minutes ago.

"alright class, you may-" almost all of your classmates got up and left. you were kind enough to let him finish his words before you left too. you could hear him complaint about the student’s behaviours as you walked out of class.

"okay, lead me to where the cuties are!!" you pulled your friend. she chuckles.

"alright!! but i have a surprise for you! it's not exactly a normal adoption drive."

and boy you were surprised. there weren't much people here but there were tons of people leaving with these strange people who had ears and tails. they walked on two feet but they had these animal features...

"are we at a furry convention?" you asked. your friend smacks your arm.

"they aren't furries, they are hybrids."

"wait. so you mean people fuck animals to get hybrids? because i’m sure it’s not logically possible for humans to be born with animal features." you whisper.

"oh my lord, (name)! why would you say that? that's so wrong." she facepalms, "no one knows how hybrids came about but they are being mistreated. it's really sad."

"oh." you watched everyone leaving with a hybrid. they seem happy with their new owner.

"come on, let's see if we can get you a new friend for adoption!" your friend pulls you in.

there were various kinds of hybrids. even exotic ones like snakes, lions, tigers and many more. you were in awe. they look...mesmerising.

"you mentioned you wanted a hamster right?"

"uh yeah?" you say.

"well, look over there. he is cute. every single girl is surrounding him right now though. he also looks bothered."

you looked over to where your friend pointed at. sure enough, the boy's ears twitched. he clenches his fist in fear, his eyes widened, he backs up slowly but the girls only inched forward. too many girls were getting close to him. you decided to help him out.

"hey, i'm sorry i lost you buddy." you stood beside him. he turns to face you. "come on, let's go sign some papers hmm?"

he tilts his head before nodding slowly. his ears twitching in the process. his adorable small tail moving a little. those girls grumble before walking away.

"thank you." he shyly says. his cheeks flaming up in the process.

"it's no problem. i saw how those girls were practically backing you up."

he scratches his nape shyly, "i don't really handle huge crowds like that."

"it's alright. it's normal, i'm (name)." you say.

"h-heeseung." he voices out.

"it was nice meeting you." you got ready to leave when heeseung grabs your wrist. you turned to him, his doe eyes staring back at you.

"wait! what about the papers?"

"what papers-" oh, he thought you were going to adopt him. you could tell he starts to visibly sadden. "oh right, let's go." you grabbed his hand. he lets you lead him.

"what in the world happened and why is the cute hybrid boy following you around-" you covered your friend's mouth.

"heeseung, this is my friend. she's the one who brought me here." heeseung nods. your friend smiles. "let's go get you adopted hmm?"

"i'm sorry??" your friend says as she follows both you and heeseung to the counter.

you went over to the counter and a older lady comes up.

"hi. oh? heeseung?" the older lady says. heeseung hides behind you shyly. "you're finally getting adopted today? this is a miracle."

"may i ask what do you mean by that?" you asked.

"well...heeseung here is a little hesitant on opening up to people. we tried our best to get him to open up ever since his friends got adopted. however, he has closed himself off ever since and people tend to overlook him since he doesn't really enthusiastically show himself off."

"when we decided to temporary open the adoption drive in this town. everyone noticed heeseung since he has good looks. however, heeseung only hides away. we usually find him crouched next to a wardrobe and not in his hamster form."

"but i see he has chosen you. you are certainly lucky." you feel heeseung hesitantly wrap his arm around your waist and hide his face at the crook of your neck. "maybe really lucky." she chuckles.

you blushed, "ah, this is my first time adopting a hybrid or a pet in general so i'm not too sure of the process."

"it's alright! basically the process is a little similar to adopting a pet. you fill out an application, complete an interview and then meet your desired hybrid. however, we can skip the meeting and application part since you've already met heeseung. we can interview you right now so how about heeseung wait out here-"

"can i j-join? don't want to be alone with people outside." heeseung asks. the lady chuckles.

"i see he is already clingy with you. come on, let's get you interviewed...with heeseung." she smiles.

the lady asks you a few questions. ones that have been simplified since after all hybrids are also human so they don't really have to go through the same process as adopting cats/dogs.

you signed some papers and finalised everything. they mentioned to you to at least get heeseung a medical check up in case he caught anything but they already gave him the appropriate vaccination.

"i can't believe you have a hybrid now." your friend says. you just laughed.

"well, i did say i want a companion." you made it to your apartment, your friend waves to you before leaving. you opened the door.

"welcome to your new home, heeseung."

the boy cautiously looks around. his ears twitching. you hear his stomach grumbling.

"oh you're hungry, let's get you something." you went to grab the packet of ramyeon on your shelf. unfortunately it was too tall for you so you struggled. suddenly, you feel your back being pressed against someone as they reached for the packet.

you turned around, pressed against the counter.

"here." heeseung hands you the ramyeon packet. your heart races, they weren't lying. he is really handsome up close. you blushed.

"uh, thank you. have you tried ramyeon?" you asked. the boy shakes his head, a pout forming on his lips.

"well you're in luck, that's unfortunately the only thing i have now. i haven't had time to do grocery shopping. i'll try to do it this weekend, just tell me what do you like to eat so i can plan."

heeseung nods. he still hasn't move by the way. you feel him cupping your cheeks.

"it's red...are you sick?" he pouts.

"ah, no. it's just hot. let me go put on the air-conditioner." you walked away quickly.

god...how were you going to survive living with him?

[mushrubes]

Compass

Masterlist | The walking dead Masterlist

Requested : No

Song : Compass - The Neighbourhood

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Afab! reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Contents : mutual pinning, slightly canon divergent, best friends + grumpy + sunshine :)

Word count : 2.8k

Have a great day / night !!

If I don't have you with me, I'm alone You know I never know which way to go

A sigh of relief left your lips as you watched the walker in front of you drop to the ground with an arrow in it's head. "C'mon, this way." he instructed, pulling you along with him. You followed the male, watching your steps and making sure to step over the roots in the ground and bodies. "I'm sorry." you grumbled, grunting to yourself as you felt like you were holding him back. Daryl was a great survivor - hell, he was the reason the pair of you were still alive since the outbreak started.

"Nothin' to be sorry for." he responded, shrugging it off as you walked through the trees, now at your temporary camp. "There you are." Carol gasped, checking you over before pulling you into a hug. "I'm okay, Daryl found me as always." you joked, seeing him frown as he knew you were trying to make light of the situation. He nodded slightly before walking back to his tent where Merle was sitting, shaking his head. "You're going soft, baby brother." he taunted, sending you a sickening smile.

"Shut up."

----

I think I need you with me for all-time When I need new direction for my mind

You sat there, bouncing your knee anxiously. Rick, Lori's supposedly 'dead' husband had shown up and helped the rest of the camp on their run. Yes, you were happy he had helped but in the process, they had left Merle on the rooftop. In the city that was currently swarmed with walkers. As expected, Daryl hadn't taken the news lightly. Even though Merle could be an absolute asshole (a massive understatement) sometimes, he was blood and the others needed to understand that.

"I'm going to talk to him." you mumbled, loud enough for at least Carol to hear over the hushed arguments between Rick and Lori. "Are you sure?" she asked, wrapping the blanket around her tightly. She knew you meant well, but when Daryl was mad, he often said stuff he didn't really mean. "I'll be fine." you assured her, letting her take a deep breath before agreeing, watching with a cautious gaze as you approached him.

"Dar?" you called as you approached him, watching him turn around with anger, his face softening when he realised it was you. "Hi." he spoke, it coming out as a whisper. You grimaced, sitting down next to him, leaving a bit of space between you. "He'll be okay. We'll go find him in the morning, Rick said he'll come." you tried to comfort, Daryl humming in response. "He's the only other family I've got." he spoke up, voice cracking slightly. There hadn't been many times where Daryl had been this vulnerable - the only other time you could think of was when you were teens and you'd seen the marks he'd received from his father. And just like then, this broke you. "Who's your other?" you asked, confused as to what he was referring to.

"You"

----

You listen to my lectures on the phone

"Absoluetly not." Daryl argued, shaking his head at your idea. You scoffed, looking at him in confusion. "Why not?!" you huffed, eyebrows furrowed as you waited for his reasoning. Last night, he had agreed to you helping them with finding Merle and now he was suddenly against it. "It's the least I could do! I can't stay in this camp." you defended, holding your head in your hands and laughing in disbelief. "Too many walkers." he spoke up, placing his bow down next to his tent. "There's walkers around us every day. What difference does this run make?" you reminded. There was not a single day where there wasn't a chance you could fall victim to the walkers - but not him.

He had sworn to himself since the news of the outbreak, he'd keep you safe. Not that he had ever told you, but he didn't care. It didn't matter if you felt the same and would do anything for him, you were his priority, and he'd do everything in his power to keep you safe. And that meant leaving you here. "I can't lose yer as well." he raised his voice, regretting it as he realised the tone it came out in. You had froze, either because of the tone or what he had said, and it killed him to not know which one. "Daryl-" you spoke up but he cut you off, getting up and making his way into his tent.

"Jus' stay here, please. G'night."

----

Breakfast was different to normal. You had been relatively quiet, the rest of the group noticing something had happened between you and him but no one dared to ask. He was more tense, a mix of fear for Merle and also because of the whole incident that had happened last night. You finished your food up while the group got ready, all piling into thie vehicles. "Daryl, hurry up." Rick warned, watching as he picked his bow up. "I'm comin'." he bit back, putting arrows back in his quiver. You looked at Carol and Lori who both gestured their headds towards him making you sigh.

"Daryl, wait." you huffed, tanding up and walking over to him. He raised an eyebrow, facing you as you stood a few steps in front. "Hm?" he grunted, you gaze glancing between him and the group waiting behind him. Emotions got the best of you, wrapping your arms around him as he tensed up, not expecting you to hug him. "Be safe." you whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up. Eventually, he wrapped his around your waist, head on yours. "I'll be back, I promise." he assured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away and giving you one last glance. As he walked away, you failed to catch a glimse of the gentle blush that had settled on his cheeks.

----

You help me find the treasure in the hole

It had been a few days since the Greene family had let you settle on the farm and Sophia had gone missing. You had all noticed the shops in town and realised the group would be needing a stock up on food soon. "Who wants to go?" Rick sighed, looking around as some of the group muttered amongst themselves. "I'll go." you offered, needing a break from the area. Once again, it had gotten a bit suffocating, tensions high amongst the group between each other and your hosts. Shane stepped forward, going to say something before Daryl cut him off. "If you go, I go." he ushed, looking at you and then at Rick who shrugged. "Okay." he smiled.

----

Handing him the hairpin you had on you, he moved it around, pulling the chains and lock once he felt it open. "Stay close." he ordered as you walked in. "If you want me near you, just say that." you teased, grinning as he rolled his eyes at your words. "Shut up." he huffed, walking along checking the shelves. Most of the shelves were empty or the food was way off, alreay rotting away. "Here." you spoke up, jogging over to the other side where a bunch of cans caught your eye.

"Holy shit." he gasped, seeing the amount you had found. It wasn't the best food, but it was enough to last you longer than you thought it would. "Let's get it back." you suggested, seeing it was starting to get dark slightly and he hummed in agreement, picking up the cans you couldn't and walking behind you, a hand on your back guiding you back to his bike.

You had put them all in the container you had brought with you, attached to the back of the bike. He sat down, waiting for you to join on. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist hesitantly. He moved them slightly, making your grip on him tighter. "If yer want me near yer, jus' say that." he mimicked, laughing as he got revenge for your antics earlier.

----

You'll tell me if I'm acting like a fool

"What're yer doin'?" Daryl questioned, turning Carol to face him with a grip on her arm, earning a glare from you. "Keeping an eye on you." She responded, looking up at him with a worried look in her eyes as you watched them interact. "Ain't you a peach." he grumbled, circling her. "Daryl." you warned, shooting Carol an apologetic look. "We're not gonna let you pull away." you huffed, knowing he was having one of his rants.

"You've earned your place." Carol commented, turning his attention back to her. "If yer spent half yer time mindin' yer daughters business instead of stickin' yer nose in everybody else's, she'd still be alive!" her raised his voice, standing right in front of her. You let out a gasp, looking at him in disbelief. You went to say something but she raised a hand, silently assuring you it was okay. "Go ahead." she egged on. "Go ahead n' what?" he asked, stepping back slightly. "Man, jus' go. I don't want you here." he bit, swinging his arm up.

You looked between them frantically, scared it was going to escalate. "You're a real piece of work, lady. What you gonna make this about my daddy or some kinda crap like that?" he continued, watching as she didn't let her emotions show. You intertwined your hand with carols, squeezing it for a second. "You know Jack. You're afraid, you're afriad 'cause you're all alone. You got no husband, no daughter. You don't know what to do with yourself." he ranted, making you have enough and try and pull her away. "Let's go." you whispered, looking at her in concern. For a split second, you were sure his face altered, seeing how much he had upset the pair of you.

"You ain't my problem. Sophia wasn't mine. All you had to do was keep an eye on her." Daryl shouted, a wince coming from Carol. A silence set over, the pair glaring at one another as her hand tightly gripped yours, now squeezing it more than ever. He looked down, guilt filling him slightly as he saw your hands connected. "Go." you ushered softly, pulling her as she looked back in concern, seeing you not follow her. "I'll be there in a bit." you assured, watching her retreat back to the house, standing on the porch just to keep a careful eye on you.

"There was no need for that." you spoke, turning back to Daryl whose expression didn't falter. "It's the truth." he murmured. You sighed and looked at him, still in disbelief. "That was her daughter. You should know how it feels." you reminded, cautiously taking a step back as you mentioned his brother, seeing him look down. "She's probably struggling to process it all. Our luck was going to run out eventually, don't blame her." you defended, Daryl not responding. You scoffed, knowing he wouldn't apologise. "Find me when you're ready to apologise. I'm starting to think you're just the same as your brother." you grumbled, walking back to the house. He stood practically glued to the spot, watching as you both disappeared into the house not sparing him a look. Now he had messed up.

----

I know that you're not something to lose, now

"Where are they?" Daryl asked Carol, riding back as he made sure to get away from the walkers that had practically taken over the farm. "I don't know. They...they were with me and we got separated." she admitted, feeling his body tense up. He continued going, his head feeling light-headed as thoughts raced through. What if you weren't safe? What if no one found you? What if you had gotten bit and either already turned or become their meal? "Don't jump to conclusions, I'm sure she's with someone. She's strong." Carol tried to convince him, as well as herself as the anxiety ate away at the pair of them.

----

"Can we just wait a little longer?" You tried to convince Hershel, not wanting to leave until you had found the others. Your group was strong, and you refused to believe that you four were the only survivors. As if on queue, you heard the familiar growl of the engine approaching, a gasp leaving your lips as the familiar bike pulled up, with the two people you were closest to. Another car pulled up behind them, more people visible followed by another vehicle. Hershel smiled, squeezing your shoulder as they all pulled up, everyone going to their people.

Carol pulled you into a quick hug before crouching down and hugging Carl. You leaned against the car, letting Rick greet Daryl before he climbed off his bike. You were caught off-guard when you felt him wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. "Thought I'd lost you." he mumbled, his hands cupping your face as you rested yours on his wrists. "Not that easily, Dixon." you smiled, allowing him to press a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into him tightly. His head rested on yours, swaying you slightly as he caught Carol's eyes, who raised an eyebrow at him knowingly.

Maybe he was soft for you.

----

I've got something to confess I keep you in my pocket to use

Changing into the fresh clothes that had been put out for you, you made your way back up to the cells, taking two portions of the food that had been made and thanking Carol and Hershel. "Can you go and check on Daryl?" Carol whispered, nodding as you knew she was just slightly worried about him considering the past few days. Carefully holding the bowls, you made your way up the stairs, seeing him laying on a mattress he had dragged out onto the perch, his eyes closed.

"Hey." you smiled, holding a bowl out to him as he opened his eyes, sending you a thankful smile back. "Carol wanted me to come check on you." you informed him, sitting next to him on the mattress as he moved slightly, giving you space. "'m fine." he chuckled, shaking his head. "I know. She just cares about you. And so I." you said softly, eating your food as a comfortable silence settled.

Once you had both finished, he put his bowl on the desk, holding his hand out for yours and stacking them before returning back to his previous spot. "You sure you're okay?" you asked, earning a smile from him. He held an arm up, gesturing for you to move closer and putting it around your shoulders. "Better now." he grinned, making you huff as he chuckled, seeing the heat rush to your cheeks.

"I care about yer too." He admitted, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I mean it." he paused, when he saw you weren't convinced by him. He knew he wasn't the best at expressing things nor showing any emotions but he was sure he'd do anything for you. He opened his mouth, going to speak but getting cut off by Beth. "Sorry, uh, Lori asked for you." she informed you before heading down, over to the food. You smiled apologetically at Daryl, moving away. "I'll come back later, okay?" you commented, earning a hum from him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before getting up and walking over to the cell she was in, his eyes not leaving you once.

----

You're my only compass

You kept your promise, returning to Daryl after you had finished with Lori, chatting about whatever came to mind until you had both given in to the much-needed sleep. Daryl was leaning against the wall, a pillow behind his back, while you were cuddled up to him in his arms, his grip firm but tight.

"Are you sure?" Glenn asked, whispering and looking back at Maggie who nodded. He pressed the button, cursing as the flash went off due to the slight lack of light in the area, waking up Daryl. "Go away." he grumbled, not opening his eyes. Glenn placed the polaroid carefully in his arms, before running back down the stairs. Daryl furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stretched, feeling the photo. He stared at it for a few minutes, scoffing and then smiling to himself.

"What are you smiling about?" you asked, nuzzling your head into his neck. "Nothin', just somethin' Glenn took." he shrugged going to put it down. "Show." you asked, curious as to what it was. You mirrored his smile as he showed you, seeing the photo of the pair of you in each other's embrace, sound asleep. Peaceful - something that was rare nowadays. "Get him one when I'm awake, don't keep that." you moaned, Daryl shaking his head as he grinned at you.

"Na, gonna keep this one, pretty girl." he smirked, resting his forehead against yours and his eyes darting between yours and your lips. "Kiss me." you whispered, Daryl, wasting no time in connecting his lips to yours, your stomach filling with butterflies as a spark went off. You knew, no matter what happened, you'd be safe with him and he was home.

I might get lost without you

[l3visthighs]

Hey lovely Alyssa ✨

I hope you're doing well!

The Leviana fanarts you post are always amazing & I wondered if you could tell us more about your OC Ilyana? I'm really curious about this cutie!

Smooches 😘

Val, hi! 💕 how’re you doing?

Thank you so much for your question about Ilyana. It makes my heart so happy when people show an interest in her.

I have a little story I’ve been working on for a while for her & Levi. It’s just never seen the light of day because I don’t have a lot of confidence in my writing/storytelling. So it’s been more of a project just for me. :’)

I’ll insert a few paragraphs of it here though just to give a little more insight about her (her background, her personality, etc) <3

Year 843: 

That day had finally come; the day that Ilyana Hoover dreaded every single day since her adopted brother, Bertolt, had told her that he wanted to become a warrior. Today was the day she watched him inherit the Colossal Titan.  She couldn't believe it, she didn't want to. Thirteen years. Thirteen years is all she had left with him. For years she had tried to talk him out of it. But here she is now. Watching him train for his upcoming mission in Paradis with the now Armored Titan and Female Titan. She's going with them on their mission. She had already decided that long ago; she told herself no matter what the outcome was today that she would be there for him. She knows her brother. He's emotional, sometimes weak, and anxious. No matter what role they decide to give her in the mission, she would do it, she would go. If only to protect him. 

"I really don't think you should come along, Ilyana. It's going to be dangerous. We don't know what these island devils are capable of. Stay here and look after mom. She needs you." He pleads with her that evening. 

"You're really lecturing me over it being dangerous? Bert, you're scared of your own shadow most of the time" She sighs. "If I don't go with you and something happens to you, I wouldn't be able to live with that. I already made up my mind. I don't trust Reiner to protect you, either. You and I both know how hot headed and emotional he can be at times. Mom will be just fine. She's got dad here to watch over her. You know he'd never let her roam the streets alone." 

He shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. She's right. He knows she is; and he knows there's no convincing her otherwise. His sister has always been stubborn. A bit hot headed herself at times. He knows she just wants the best for him. She's always been protective of him. But he can't help but wish she'd believe in him, just this one time. He knows he can handle himself. He's been through the training, he knows what to expect; what he's getting himself into. 

Ilyana always knew she was different from the others of her kind. Born a Marleyan but adopted at a young age by an Eldian family; the Hoover family. They’d found her alone on the street one evening and decided to take her in; a few years later came Bertolt. She never knew her real parents, nor what had happened to them. Every Marleyan here was disgusted by the Eldians. She had watched her family be talked down to, pushed around and spit at walking down the streets. But growing up and living in an Eldian family made her feel much differently towards them. She had read the history books, heard all of the rumors; But she refused to believe they were all as bad as the people of Marley had made them out to be. She loved the Hoovers. They had always treated her like their own. The least she could do in return for everything they'd done for her is watch after their son, her brother; blood relation or not. She would protect him with her life. 

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TLDR: Ilyana Hoover is a Marleyan; she was adopted by the Hoovers at a young age. She’s extremely protective over her brother, Bertolt. She finds herself feeling super sympathetic towards all Eldians; including the ones on the island. Shes confident, not afraid to hold her own ground/speak up for herself; but can also be extremely hot headed & rash. (Which causes for some bickering with Levi later on in the story) she travels to the island with the Warriors as a spy.

(Also all artwork of them is done by the lovely @/catyypss)

[branchofcinnamon]

"Amber Turd"

I'm sure people are sick about hearing of this topic, but I can’t seem to articulate this in real life… so I might as well complain on my blog

It’s just.. really amazing (ridiculous) how a single comment can make me so angry it ruins what should be a fun get together with friends 

We’re all just sitting around. I’m on the couch thinking-okay sure, this “party” has been fun. I’m glad I came. But then the current movies playing are brought up- and Aq*aman 2 comes up- and lo and behold that “Amber Turd” comment is said. The moment is so fast, no one even acknowledges it- the other two people in the room just continue talking about movies. 

And I’m just sitting there… my heart is pounding and I feel a sort of betrayal from the person that said it. I’m looking at her and she’s just playing around on her phone. it was just an offhand nonchalant comment. 

This is the part where I don’t know if I’m more upset about the comment itself or the fact that it just shows I’m not good with “confrontation” or stirring the pot at all. There was no lapse of silence for me to say something (even if there was- would I have?) Not even to have an argument, just to say anything like “Hey, can you not?” Or even just a sarcastic “Wow.” I didn’t even react quick enough to scoff. 

And then minutes pass and the conversation is on something entirely different. But I’m still angry and if I say anything now I’ll look like a lunatic. On the surface I know how dumb this is- these are celebrities that have nothing to do with me. Why am I so angry? Even people that believe Amber are normal about this I’m sure- they’re angry for a second but then it’s over. But that stupid comment has ruined the day for me. 

It just has so much weight to it. “Amber Turd.” Funny haha that woman- sorry I mean bitch- that ruined JD’s life and shit in his bed (wasn’t true). FALSE accusations right? He’s just a sweet silly man. 

At the very worst- JD is a rapist and a wife beater. But even if you don’t believe that… at the very best… he still seems like a terrible person. The rape “joke”, all the misogynistic things he said about her. Why do people defend this man so much? 

They don’t care. My friends don’t care, I know. It’s a meme. I would bet money none of them watched a second of the trial or did any research at all. Maybe they would care if I was a different type of person and able to speak to them the way I write. But then it’s like I’m sure they don’t want a lecture from me, and even if I did try to level with them to see my point of view, would they care at all? Or just nod along and continue to hate her.

I wanted JD to be innocent the most. I grew up with his movies, I loved his movies- even the “bad” ones! Do you think I want to cringe every time I hear his name? That all the movies that were so dear to me are ruined forever? It would be so much easier if I just went with the crowd- hated her guts and loved him. But I just can’t after the things I read and saw. JD acting like a child in the courtroom. The video of him breaking things. People making fucking tik toks to her rape testimony. Her flinching when he walks past her at the stand and he laughs. Audio of her saying she had to get away, that she was scared for her life. Audio of her saying that he burned cigarettes on her. No one cares. Everyone hates women. “They abused each other” but I only ever hear “Amber Turd.”

[run2yoongi]

puppy love | jjk + kth x reader. ch.1

you’d met jeon jungkook and his best friend kim taehyung in your first year at university. it didn’t take long for you to fall for jungkook, however it was clear that he was less than interested in romance. you pushed down the frustration and jealousy when jungkook talks about his weekend exploits and dating app matches, telling yourself that being friends with benefits was better than being nothing at all. you didn’t expect that one of the benefits of your arrangement with jungkook was going to be his best friend, taehyung.

↳ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader (later chapters)

↳ setting: college au ↳ warnings: explicit rough sexual content, (assumed) alcohol consumption, pet names, teasing, spanking, jk is kind of an asshole, kinda toxic dynamic, internalised misogyny if you squint.

↳ side note: just fyi, i’m basing this off the dorms at my uni which aren’t all shared rooms so that’s why there isn’t rly a roommate in this story hehe. also please like if u enjoy! this is the first work i've posted in a decade so i really wanna know if people like it!!

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jeon jungkook, to his credit, never strung people along. he was direct and clear about his distaste for romance while he was at uni. 'i’d rather just have fun'. you’d heard it from him a hundred times when the girls and boys from your lectures asked if he was single. this was one of the many reasons you kept your disgusting crush on him to yourself, telling him you were both totally on the same page and dating in university is dumb, anyway.

it seemed like a good idea when he suggested being friends with benefits. he would rather be hooking up with someone who ‘felt how he felt’. you had just nodded your head, taken another sip of your drink, and kissed him. that was four months ago now. not much had changed, really. you would still make fun of people over chat in lectures, get drinks with taehyung together, walk back to your dorms. the only difference was that when jungkook dropped you off, he would sneak right behind you into your room, wrap his arms around you and place his lips on your neck. he would whisper the filthiest things into your ear and slide his thigh in between your legs before he led you over to your bed.

that was it really.

in reality, you had begun to question your sanity. taehyung, of course, was the first to notice. he was jungkook’s friend first, but you had grown undeniably close as he was generous enough to be your study mentor. taehyung was two years your senior and had witnessed what you were going through more times than he could count.

“and that girl from tinder, jennie, she said i could bring some friends.” jungkook spoke excitedly about this upcoming house party he’d been invited to by ‘some girl from tinder’. you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

‘another one.’ you thought.

“no offence kookie,” taehyung sighed, his eyes darting between you and his closest friend. “but i think i grew out of house parties in my first year here.”

“please tae!” jungkook pleaded with a dramatic pout. “y/n, please say you’ll come at least.” he shifted his soft brown eyes to focus on you. your stomach churned at the sight of his full lips so close to you. he’d made that face to you many, many times before when he’d come over to ‘watch a movie’. he knew how effective it was.

“afraid you’ll have to tell jennie that your only two friends can’t make it.” you replied, poking him in the ribs as he swung on the barstool he was seated at. honestly, you didn’t really have plans. you just couldn’t stomach seeing jungkook sneak off to some upstairs bedroom with another glamorous rich girl while you were stuck with a bunch of strangers that you didn’t have any interest in on some gross couch.

taehyung saw pure frustration flicker over your face for half a second. he always caught it. every time jungkook mentioned that he was sleeping around with anyone who wasn't you.

“you guys are both boring.” jungkook sighed. of course he didn’t mean it, however, it was jungkook so the comment still stung, just a bit. “plus, you’re not my only friends.”

in sync, tae and you looked around at the empty seats at your groups table. “do you see anyone else here, y/n?” taehyung asked with a smirk pulling at his lips.

“sure don’t.” you replied, casting your gaze back to jungkook. he chuckled a bit, looking down at his phone to check the time. “i gotta go to this group project meeting soon,” he muttered. you knew that was a lie. taehyung probably knew it too. “i’ll probably just drop this one off to her room and then go- so i’ll see you tomorrow tae.” he sighed, feigning annoyance as he stood from his chair and placed his palms over each of your shoulders.

you didn’t really know why jungkook hid your arrangement from his best friend. it seemed like they shared everything else with each other. plus, taehyung had surely figured it out by now. there was no reason that jungkook had to walk you back to your dorm room while it was still light out. maybe he was just being polite.

“yeah, have fun.” taehyung dismissed his friend, placing his glass down and grabbing his bag to leave.

yeah, he definitely knew.

–

it had taken all of two seconds for jungkook to shove his way into your dorm room after you’d unlocked the door. “you’re not gonna be late for your group meeting?” you teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

“shut up.” jungkook growled, already tugging at the hem of your top to untuck it from your skirt. “need you now, today was so boring.”

you scoffed at the implication that you were merely entertainment for him. though, you couldn’t help the warmth spreading along your cheeks as you glanced at his tongue slipping over his lip ring as he worked to lift your shirt up.

“was hoping you’d be wearing this for me,” jungkook teased, his hands coming up to cup your breasts that were sitting pretty in a dusty purple lace bra.

“not for you,” you let out an exasperated sigh as jungkook’s thumbs slipped underneath your bra and brushed over your nipples.

“mmhm.” jungkook mused, unconvinced. he moved his hands to slip underneath your thighs, lifting you up swiftly as you locked your legs around his waist. he walked the two of you over to your bed. it was a single, but you knew how to make it work by now.

as your back hit the mattress, jungkook kneeled over you and bit his lip at the sight of your flushed face and exposed skin. he slipped his thigh in between your legs, slowly parting them as his hand grazed your soft skin sending shockwaves straight to your core.

you could feel your heat starting to dampen, craving his touch. “bet you’ve been waiting for this all day.” he teased, gently stroking you over your underwear with his thumb. “you gonna tell me you didn’t get this wet for me either?”

you let out a groan. he always knew which buttons to push to get you worked up in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “that’s all you,” you admitted, breaking eye contact as you looked down to his hands on you. he shuffled forward slightly and made quick work of removing your bra and palming your breasts. you felt the cold metallic feel of his lip ring as he brought his mouth to your chest, small kitten licks quickly escalating into sucking and biting.

you couldn’t resist letting out a soft whimper, your hand sliding along the cold wall as he continued sucking and palming your tits. you usually tried to be considerate of your dorm room neighbours by keeping things quiet- but it didn’t always work out, especially not with jungkook.

“such pretty tits.” jungkook groaned in between licks.

“please,” you begged, far too frustrated to indulge jungkook’s obsession with your chest anymore. “what do you want, baby?” he probed as he propped himself up to look over your body again. “your mouth.” you exhaled, still embarrassed after months of this.

without a word, he pushed himself so his face was right in between your plush thighs. he flipped your skirt up quickly and pushed his nose over your underwear, breathing you in. you flinched in response to the contact, his nose was so close to your clit that you almost gasped. you felt the pressure of his tongue over your panties, teasing you. “jungkook, please.” you whined. he smirked up at you and licked his lips. “but i like the sound of you begging.” he answered, fingers dragging themselves over you.

“j-jungkook please. i don’t wanna play games.” you pleaded with him, staring into his eyes earnestly. “i’m not playing games.” he snapped at you as he moved his face away from your heat, much to your chagrin.

“just tell me what you want, baby.”

every time he called you that soft, sweet pet name, you nearly melted.

he lowered himself back between your thighs and used his pointer to hold your underwear to the side. your breath hitched in your throat and you could barely think as he licked a stripe over your folds. “you want it like this?” he asked, fixing his eyes on your desperate expression. “yeah, please, more.” you begged.

he painted another stripe on your folds with his tongue, gently slipping between them and nudging the hood of your clit with his nose. you couldn’t restrain your moan this time. “so sensitive,” he teased. he readjusted his position to spread your legs further, putting your whole pussy on display for him. you tried to ignore the shame growing in your stomach.

he licked you up and down lazily before flicking his tongue over your clit, causing you to let out another strained moan. you could feel his fingers grazing your centre as he licked you and you were desperate for more stimulation. “‘kook,” you whined, bucking your hips towards him.

he pinned you down with his free arm, placing all of his weight on one of your legs and spreading you further. “so impatient, baby.” he sighed as if he was about to lecture you like a stern older brother. you pouted, desperate for more of him. “need you.” you mumbled.

you were grateful jungkook took sympathy on you as he slowly pressed a digit into you as his tongue slowly stimulated your clit. “need you too, baby.” he groaned into you, making your heart flutter and your head dizzy at the overwhelming mix of feelings. you noticed the strain pressing against jungkooks sweatpants. “i’ll turn the favour.” you breathed as you felt the pressure start to build inside you. jungkook curled his finger inside you, causing you to squirm underneath him. after hearing your begs for more, he slipped in another digit.

“gotta get you ready for me, baby.” he taunted as he stretched you on his fingers. you let out a shrill whine as you felt the world around you begin to disappear. “i’m getting close,” you whimpered as he picked up his pace while maintaining the short licks on your clit. your vision began to blur as your eyes started to water at the sensation. you could hardly make out what jungkook was saying with his mouth against your pussy. “such a good girl. cum on my tongue, baby, come on.” he coaxed you.

your orgasm erupted instantly at his words. you could only see flashes of white as you clamped your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the feeling of your walls pulsating around jungkook’s fingers. you hadn’t even noticed how loud you were being.

before you could even come back down to earth, jungkook crawled back on top of you and brought your lips together. he’d told you early on that knowing you could taste yourself on him always got him riled up. you moaned into his lips, still reeling from your orgasm. you froze when you felt him slide his sweatpants down and toss them onto the carpet. for a moment, he was sitting upright, allowing you to notice the tone of his arms,

his torso,

his thighs.

you felt a hot blush crawl onto your face at the sight, but if jungkook noticed, he didn’t say anything. ‘god.’ you sighed to yourself. it dawned on you, it was going to be impossible to get over your stupid crush like this. fortunately, that wasn’t your main concern at that moment. “feel good?” jungkook asked as he pulled you up into his arms. you nodded languidly, the post-orgasm mindlessness beginning to settle over you.

“be a good girl for me.” he whispered into your ear. your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and you were sure jungkook could feel it. you didn’t even need to look at him to see the smirk that plagued his glossy lips. he stretched his legs out over your duvet and leaned back against the wall, keeping his hands firmly planted on each of your hips. your faces were so close that you couldn’t resist kissing him again. he bit your lip as your weight shifted over his cock, and you felt his fingernails dig into your flesh.

he guided your hips back and forth as you withdrew your lips from his, finding them pressed to his neck. you licked, bit and sucked at his neck, drawing a moan from him as his cock twitched underneath you. “you’re gonna leave a hickey.” he breathed, his head thrown back asking for more. “i know.” you replied between kisses to the nape of his neck. you hoped he didn’t think too deeply into that. he usually didn’t, anyway.

slap!

you felt the sting on your ass before you even realised what was happening. “you think you’re clever, teasing me like this.” jungkook hissed as you looked into his dilated pupils. “you want to mark up my neck so everyone knows how well you take my cock.”

slap!

he smacked your ass again, unrelenting. you let out a pained whine in response which jungkook spanked you for, again.

slap!

“please!” you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. the throbbing of your ass brought you back down from the orgasmic high that you hadn’t realised you’d been floating on.

“look who found her manners,” he taunted with a playful smile resting on his face. “you think if you ask nicely enough, i’ll give you my dick?”

“please, jungkook.” you sobbed, not realising how badly you wanted to be filled. he continued to stare at you expectantly while he poked and grabbed at the stinging flesh on your ass. “i want your cock, i want you to fill me.”

that seemed to please him, as he hoisted you up for a moment to pull out his cock from underneath you. “go slow,” he whispered as if he was reluctant to show you kindness in this situation. “don’t strain yourself.” he reached over to your nightstand and reached into the top draw to grab a condom. as if this was his own room.

you nodded, suppressing the butterflies in your stomach as he wet his cock with his spit before he rolled the condom on. he swiped the tip along your entrance as you held yourself over him, hesitant. “don’t get all shy on me now, darling.”

you really couldn’t take much more of these pet names.

you nodded and slowly lowered yourself onto his throbbing tip, questioning if two fingers was really enough to prepare you for jungkook’s heavy cock. you rocked yourself on his tip, pulling your hips in small circles as you adjusted to the feeling. he let out a low moan and shut his eyes. his head fell back onto the wall as you sunk down further, the stretch and overstimulation stinging slightly. you couldn’t hold back another moan either as you clutched onto his shoulders.

for a moment, you held yourself from sinking any further as the sensation overtook you. you knew you weren’t going to last long before another orgasm hit you, so you needed to ground yourself. breathe. you heard jungkook whimper quietly in frustration, you looked up to see his eyes pleading with you. look who’s desperate now.

“i’m sorry,” he hummed before grabbing onto your thighs and sliding himself up into you, greedily filling you with his cock. a satisfied moan fell from his lips as you closed your eyes as tightly as possible. barely giving you any time to adjust, he repeated the motion, panting with every thrust. you gripped onto one of his thighs, feeling the definition and muscle stretch as he fucked you. “couldn’t wait any longer, you drive me insane.” he sputtered.

his eyes fixed on your chest as you bounced on his lap while he rammed into you. his tongue played with his silver lip ring, and a strand of hair fell onto his damp forehead. you had always thought he looked his best like this.

“touch yourself, baby. don’t you wanna cum all over me again?” he teased, tightening his grip around your thighs. you brought your hand to your core and placed it flat against your pussy so you could feel his cock as it thrust into you before sliding it up to your clit again. you released a soft moan at the pressure of his cock inside you mixed with the overwhelming sensation of touching your sensitive clit.

he worked himself into you, becoming rougher and greedier as the minutes passed. he nipped at your throat, licking you from your shoulders to your jaw. you quickly felt another wave approaching as he brought his hand to meet yours on your clit. the added pressure brought you to the edge, and your legs began shaking over him. your moan ripped through the room, bringing jungkook closer to his own end.

he laid you down as you continued to shake underneath him and fucked you through your second orgasm. he roughly grabbed at your hips to fuck you onto his cock as hard as he could. you moaned incoherently, head lulling to the side as you lacked the energy to hold it up. discontent, he grabbed your jaw and stared into your eyes, pupils almost completely blown out with pleasure. the fucked out expression you held was enough to finally tip him over the edge. his head flew back for a final time as his hips stuttered and lost their rhythm. you felt his cock pulse inside you as his cum leaked into the condom. he slowed down his pace and glanced back at you, his cock still twitching.

“fuck, baby.” he said, “i’ll never get tired of that.”

unfortunately, you probably wouldn’t either.

[hinatastinygiant]

8 | Smrt

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

It has been a week since Uzui finally agreed to train you. Every moment since then, you have spent your time listening to the world around you and synchronizing your breathing. You've started to understand what Uzui meant when he talked about the rhythm of the world. It's like everything has a natural flow.

You've been training with him in his backyard, trying to perfect your breathing. Uzui is a great teacher. However, besides that first day, he hasn't let you use the swords that he gave you. But, to be honest, you haven't felt the need to use them ever since he taught you about your breathing. To you, his words are so sacred, and you don't want to forget a single one of them.

"Alright, today, we're going to use real swords," Uzui says as he barges into your room before the sunlight does.

You groan as you turn around in bed to see him walking towards you.

"Get up. It's time to go," he orders, pulling your covers off of your body.

"I was hoping I could sleep in just a bit longer," you complain, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"There's no time to waste," he shrugs. "I thought you'd be more excited."

"Hmm, but I can practice breathing in my bed, too," you sigh.

"You have ten minutes," he shakes his head. "I'll meet you outside."

Once Uzui leaves the room, you force yourself to stand up and stretch. You walk over to your closet and open the doors.

When you get outside, Uzui tosses you the Nirichin swords and begins his daily lecture about how you must be aware of your surroundings. You do as he says, closing your eyes and listening closely.

"Now, I'll give you some advice," Uzui continues, holding his own swords in his hands. "Suma is not very good with her footwork. You can use that against her."

"Wait what?" you ask, opening your eyes. You watch as Uzui steps back and Suma comes forward.

"Hey, Y/N," she grins.

"What's going on?"

"We're going to have a little sparring match," Uzui informs you.

"With Suma? But I thought..."

"Aw, what's wrong, Y/N," Suma grins. "Scared you're gonna lose?"

"No, I just-"

"Then let's begin," Uzui shouts, causing you to look at him.

"Master Tengen, shouldn't we prepare a bit-" you begin, only to get cut off by Suma charging at you.

You dodge her attack and swing your swords to counter, only for her to easily evade.

"You're not very good, are you?" Suma chuckles, before running back toward you. "I saw you practice last week. Must've been beginner's luck!"

Your eyebrows knit together as you watch her run towards you. Her legs are moving faster than you can comprehend. You're barely able to block her attacks.

"Faster, Y/N!" Uzui shouts, watching you.

It's hard to fight someone with years more experience than you. You can't help but feel completely outmatched.

You stumble backwards as she strikes your sword, causing the weapon to fall out of your grasp.

"Damn it," you mumble, picking up your other sword.

"Good work, Suma. I know you don't have much experience with two swords, so it's impressive that you could do that," Uzui compliments her.

Suma grins and gives him a small bow. "Thank you, Master Tengen," she whispers, her cheeks flushing a bright pink.

While Suma's distracted by Uzui's comments, you let out a small grumble. "I've gotta beat her."

Suma turns to face you, a confused expression on her face. "What was that, Y/N?"

"Don't worry about it," you smirk, gripping your sword tightly.

As Suma continues to fight, you begin to notice a pattern. It doesn't take you must longer to start anticipating her moves. Much to your surprise, your blade is able to deflect hers.

"Well, what do ya know," you hum. "You really aren't good at using two swords."

"Shut up," Suma grumbles, and you can see her face turn red.

You continue to dodge her blows, until, finally, she loses her footing. You take this opportunity to strike, and you manage to disarm her.

"That's not fair," Suma pouts. "How'd you do that?"

"I can see you're not used to fighting with two swords, so I figured I'd wait for you to lose your balance," you explain, and she lets out a small 'hmph' as she stands to her feet.

"Don't worry about it, Suma," Uzui says, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You did good."

"Really?" she asks, looking up at him.

"Of course," he smiles, giving her a soft pat.

UZUI'S P.O.V.

As I watch Y/N and Suma fight, I'm quite amazed by how quickly Y/N is able to adjust. It doesn't take her long to begin to pick up on Suma's habits. But what I'm even more surprised by is how beautiful Y/N looks. The way she holds her sword and fights with such passion.

Once the two finish sparring, Y/N begs Suma for a second round. Suma, unable to say no, agrees.

I watch closely as the two of them fight. Suma may have had years more experience, but Y/N is definitely learning and improving. I can't help but wonder if, someday, she could become a hashira as well.

"Master Tengen," Hinatsuru's voice rings from behind me. I turn around to see her standing at the doorway, a worried look in her eyes. "What is going on? It's so early!"

Y/N'S P.O.V.

You are right in the middle of your second sparring match with Suma when, suddenly, your body tenses up and you freeze. Your eyes are focused on something in the distance, and it makes Suma stop fighting as well.

"Y/N?" she asks, but you don't answer.

Your blades drop to the ground and your eyes grow wide.

"What's wrong?"

"It's a demon," you mumble, but not loud enough for anyone to hear you. A sinking feeling surrounds you and you find yourself unable to breathe.

"Y/N, stop playing games," Suma grumbles. "Come on, let's finish this!"

She then waves her hand in front of your face, still waiting for you to snap out of your trance. "Y/N! I'm going to keep fighting unless you give me a good reason why we should stop!"

Unable to move your lips, you simply watch as Suma charges at you. Her fist flies in the air and hits you hard across the face. It's not enough to snap you out of your daze, but it does cause you to fall straight back into the frozen grass.

UZUI'S P.O.V.

"Y/N!" Suma cries out.

"What the hell, Suma," I gasp, running over and leaning over Y/N. I wave my arms in front of her face, trying to catch her attention. "What's going on?"

Y/N's eyes are wide, but I can't tell what she's staring at. Her expression is blank and emotionless.

"Is she even awake?" Hinatsuru asks as she approaches from behind me.

"I don't think so," I shake my head, putting two of my fingers on her neck to check her pulse.

"I'm sorry! Y/N, I'm so sorry," Suma cries.

"What are we going to do?" Hinatsuru questions.

I turn to look at Suma. "Call Shinobu," I tell her. "I'm taking her to the mansion."

The Emptiness You Left

[insufferableknowit-all]

the last time

posting for the @cruelsummer-ficfest !!! ahhh!!!

Prompt song: the last time

Ship: Ron/Hermione

Summary: Ron finally gets Hermione to have a conversation with him, weeks after returning to the tent.

AO3

They were somewhere in England, and somewhere cold. That was all Ron could gleam from their surroundings, and he knew better than to ask Hermione where exactly in England. He could just imagine her rolling her eyes, telling him not to ask stupid questions, to pay better attention. Or, simply ignoring him, as she’d been prone to do lately. Outside, the winter snow was just beginning to melt, tiny blades of grass peeking out beneath the white slush, constant dripping from the trees that bounced off the top of the tent and kept him awake at night (among other things). He was pretty sure it was sometime in February; it had been over a month since he came back. Yet unlike the snow, Hermione’s iciness towards Ron had not thawed one bit.

Even Harry seemed exasperated at Hermione’s persistence. “Seriously, Hermione?” he’d snapped one night, when the three of them sat around discussing possible horcrux locations and Hermione had ignored every single suggestion Ron had, making a point not to write any of them down. “He has good ideas.” Though he was grateful for Harry’s support, Ron kept his head down. He wanted to earn back Hermione’s trust, her friendship, any way possible. And for a while, shutting up seemed like the best way to do that.

But it had been weeks since then, and he was getting tired of staying quiet. He’d apologized nearly fifty times, though each time Hermione either pretended not to hear him or told him not to bother. He replayed each version of an apology in his mind as he sat outside the flap of the tent, keeping watch, listening to the drip-drip-drip of melting snow hit the canopy of the tent in the darkness. He nearly jumped from the ground, so lost in thought, when the tent flap opened and Harry emerged with a mug in his hands. “My turn,” he said, nodding at Ron.

“I don’t mind – ”

“You’ve taken the last two shifts, mate. Give it up.”

Ron grimaced and stood, his legs slow and numb from the cold. “Hermione up?”

Harry nodded, slowly. “She just lectured me about how I wash the dishes so… good luck.”

Ron chuckled and disappeared into the tent.

Hermione had her back towards him, as usual. She sat in a chair with a book in her lap, arms crossed. “Want any tea?” he asked, moving towards the kettle. She didn’t say anything back. Instead, she closed her book and walked over towards her bed to rummage through her bag.

She was driving him crazy. She always drove him crazy, but this was worse than ever before. The weeks without talking, really talking, were eating away at his soul. He stood by the kettle for a moment, frozen, then abandoned it as a surge of Gryffindor courage (or perhaps pent-up frustration and tension) flowed through his body. “Hermione,” he called after her. He walked towards her, saw as she hesitated for a moment but didn’t turn to look at him. “Hermione, will you listen to me? I just want to… this is the last time I’ll try to explain it, all right? Afterwards, you can ignore me, pretend I don’t exist, whatever, but just listen to me for a sec, okay?”

For a terrible moment, Ron was afraid she’d ignore him, that she’d climb into her bed and plug her ears and shut him out completely. But she turned around. He met her eyes, and it was like he could breathe again.

He didn’t look away. He took a deep breath, and began to speak. Words never came easily to him, especially when her brown eyes poured into his, but he tried. “That thing… it messed with my head. It told me all this stuff…I mean, you know that, you wore it too, but I was just weaker or something. I’ve never been as strong as you or Harry.” He chanced a smile, a self-deprecating joke to get back on her good side, but she just stared at him, blankly. At least she’s looking at me, he thought. “It made me think… Well, it doesn’t matter what it made me think. I still left. I’m sorry. I’ll be sorry forever, I think. I’ll do anything to make it up to you, I swear. I won’t hurt you again. You or Harry, I promise.”

Her expression remained still for a moment. Normally, she was so easy for him to read, her complicated thoughts always etched all over her face in the furrow of her brows, the pursing of her lips. But she was stone-still. Until she opened her mouth, bit her lip, and asked: “Why?” The single word was so quiet that he wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly.

“Wh…why what?”

She looked away from him, avoiding eye contact by staring intently at the air beside his head. “Why did it… mess with your head? What did it tell you?”

He grimaced. “Probably the same types of things it told you.”

“It didn’t tell me things.”

“It didn’t?”

“No.” She shook her head, still not making eye contact. “It made me feel terrible, but it didn’t… talk to me.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, I’m probably just more susceptible, always been weaker than you two.”

“Oh, stop it,” she snapped, finally meeting his eyes again, and for a moment, he got a glimpse of their old repertoire, the back-and-forth they’d grown so good at. “That’s not true at all. You lost a lot of blood from the spliching, which I still feel terrible about, not to mention we were all starving to death, but you especially, because you kept either giving your portions to Harry or me, or refusing to eat the mushrooms.”

“I don’t like mushrooms, and you guys needed -”

“I told you to stop!” she stomped her foot just slightly, a trait he’d always found endearing, despite everything. “Stop thinking we’re both more important than you!”

An oppressive silence filled the room. Even the dripping of melting snow seemed to pause for a moment. She sighed and slowly, sat down on the bottom bunk, the mattress sinking under her weight. “You didn’t answer my question,” she said, her gaze piercing. “What did it tell you?”

He winced - he knew he’d have to tell her, eventually, but those thoughts were so hard to voice aloud. Thoughts that had plagued him before the horcrux, thoughts that were amplified, distorted by its presence around his neck. He looked at her then at the bed, as if asking for permission, and she nodded slightly, so he sank down onto the mattress beside her, careful to keep a distance between the two of them. Before he’d left, they were always sitting beside one another, knees bumping, elbows brushing. It had been weeks since they’d touched. Being within arms length made his skin sting.

“Okay,” he said finally, tapping his foot against the floor. “Well, it told me stuff I was already thinking, but made it… made it really bad.” She waited in silence for him to continue. “That… that you and Harry didn’t need me. Stuff about my family, too, that I was the least favorite, that my siblings and parents were all out there fighting while I laid on a bed with my arm tied up… that I was better off…” He trailed off for a moment, the heavy feeling washing over him. When he was gone, after he’d left, all the rage, all the anger he’d felt while wearing the locket had turned into crushing despair. It washed over him in waves, usually at night, while he sat in the spare room at Shell Cottage hoping for a way to get back to Harry and Hermione. Hoping they were okay, hoping they’d forgive him. He felt a tear roll down his cheek – when had he started crying?

“Better off what?” Hermione asked in a small voice.

He remembered what the Horcrux told him: how he was expendable, how Harry and Hermione wouldn’t care if he died. How Hermione could never love him. He wiped the tears from his cheek and sniffed.

“Without you guys, gone, I don’t know,” he said, his voice choked. “And it told me… when I killed that thing, he came out of it… You-Know-Who, except he was… he was Harry, and…and you.”

“Me?”

“As a weird snake thing… I dunno, but you told me you didn’t see… that you’d never…” He couldn’t say it outloud. He was too afraid it was true, too afraid that even if it hadn’t been true, it was now, because he left them, left her . How could she ever forgive him, let alone love him?

Gingerly, he felt her hand touch his shoulder. The feather-light touch filled him with warmth, and he cried harder. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out. She squeezed his arm, left her hand there, until his breathing slowed, until he could finally bring himself to look at her.

Her cheeks were wet too, tears pooling in her eyes. In a small voice, she said, “I watched you leave.” He could feel the heartbreak in her words, could feel his own heart breaking in his chest. Her hand was still on his arm, the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely. “I…I asked you not to, and you didn’t listen, and…and how do I know you won’t leave again?”

“You have to trust me,” he implored. “I know I probably don’t deserve it, but - ”

“I do.” She spoke before he could even finish his sentence. “I do trust you, Ron.” Relief flooded his body, his mind. She chewed her lip, deep in thought, before speaking again. “You do deserve it, even if I don’t show… I’m not very…I thought you knew how I…” She groaned and removed her hand from his shoulder (he felt unreasonably cold the moment she did so), then covered her eyes with her hands. “You’re the only one who does this to me, you know,” she said from behind her hands, the hint of a smile in her voice.

He winced and sniffed. “Makes you cry?”

“No, you idiot.” She dropped her hands from her face and the corner of her mouth twitched. “Makes me stumble over my words.”

He flashed a lopsided, teary-eyed grin at her. “Sorry?”

She stared at him for a moment, and then, in a movement reminiscent of Crookshakes pouncing a rat, she threw her arms around his neck and nearly knocked him backwards onto his pillow. Surprised but grateful, he wrapped his arms around her, tentatively burying his nose in her bushy, messy hair. “I missed you,” she said, a whisper in his ear. “I missed you so much, Ron.”

“I tried to come back the second I left.”

“I know.”

“I missed you too,” he said. “More than anything.”

“More than Harry?” He could hear the smirk on her face.

“Obviously. Harry’s a git. Bloody Chosen One.”

She chuckled and gripped him tighter. Her body flush against his, on a bed no less, was enough to drive him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to snog her senseless, but inwardly decided against it, having only just gotten them back on speaking terms. Though when he pulled away, there was a moment when he worried his decision not to kiss her had been hasty, as he watched the way her eyes darted to his lips, then back to his eyes, her hands still snaked around his neck, her lips so, so close to his.

“You should get some sleep,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Yes,” she agreed, not moving away from him, her voice airy and breathy and just about the hottest thing he’d ever heard.

But this wasn’t how he wanted their first kiss to be: teary-eyed with Harry sitting within earshot. He gave her a small smile, then, against the will of his body, pulled away. “I’ll make that tea,” he said, and began to walk towards the kitchen.

“Wait!” she said. He stared at her quizzically, and she bit her lip. “Tomorrow’s your birthday.”

“Huh?”

“My calendar, that’s what I was checking, before we started talking… It's tomorrow. So… happy early birthday, Ron.” She reached out and grabbed his arm, then pulled him to her, and quickly stood on tiptoe and brought her lips to his cheek. She left them there for a second longer than a simple peck, stunning him.

“Thanks,” he said, dazed, but smiling. Her cheeks were a brilliant shade of red, but she grinned at him.

Even though they were in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, in the cold, he couldn’t help but think that this would be the best birthday yet.