#my fingers r gonna fall off from typing

[victonrevival]

Finally completed translating sik's feb 19 weverse live !!! 💙💛💙💛

[rafesfavgirl]

little old me — r. cameron

soooooo my deepest, darkest, most impulsive thoughts may have won over with this one. hopefully you like it or at the very least, understand why i wrote it :)

❝ who’s afraid of little old me? you should be. ❞

pairing: bf!rafe x dark!reader

context: rafe comes to realize you’re more like him than he thought.

words: 3k+

warnings: definitely +18. mdni. murder, dark!rafe, psycho!rafe, psycho!reader, jealousy, possessive behavior, p in v sex, unprotected sex, sub!rafe (kind of, but not really), choking, praise kink, cutting, stabbing, blood, violence, blood play (idek if it counts tbh), dark fluff (is that even a thing?), SMUT with fucked up plot… rafe and reader being crazy, basically

you stood by the bar beside your best friend, engaged in conversation about some guy who'd pissed her off today by standing her up on a date, your eyes focused on the scene behind her head, where your boyfriend sat on the couch in the living room, a girl with short brown hair beside him, trying to cling onto his arm.

you feel your grip around your glass tighten, as the girl's hand gets closer and closer to wrapping around rafe's bicep.

"do you know who that girl is?" you cut your best friend off in the middle of her sentence and she snaps her head to what or who you're looking at.

"oh, that's sofia," she tells you, taking a sip of her drink. "she works as a bartender at the club. always flirting with top, kelce, and rafe. why? you jealous?"

heat rises in your chest at the mention of the girl constantly flirting with rafe, but you play it off. "please," a scoff leaves your mouth. "you know he knows better."

you take sip of your drink, and pull out your phone to text rafe.

you: if that sofia girl touches you one more time, i stg i'm dragging her ass across the floor

rafe: chill baby

rafe: you won't

you click your tongue and type away, your best friend watching your every move.

"you good?" she asks.

"mhm," you hum, sending the message.

you: you think i'm kidding?

you: try me, bitch.

you look up to find rafe snickering at your text, which only pisses you off more as he texts you back.

rafe: shut the fuck up, and get over here.

you: fuck no. tell her my drink's empty.

rafe watches as you down the rest of your drink and set the glass down on the bar, before waltzing away and heading outside, throwing him a glare as you do. he rolls his eyes at your antics, but gets up to follow you anyway.

“where the fuck are you going?” he calls after you, trailing closely behind as you cross the front lawn. “you came here with me.”

“i’ll call an uber,” you reply, continuing to walk towards the road. “go back inside and let sofia touch you some more.”

“oh my god,” he groans and catches up to you, grabbing onto your wrist to make you stop and look at him. “will you quit being a brat?”

you tilt your head up at him, fire in your eyes as they lock with his. “and what are you gonna do if i don’t?”

—

a moan slips out of your mouth as your back hits rafe's bedroom door, making it slam shut—thank god, his family had gone to the bahamas—as he kissed you like a man starved.

"still got more to say about sofia?" he says against you, lips trailing down to your neck, and hands trailing up your thighs to hook them around his waist. "jump."

you do as you're told, your legs locking around him and your fingers tangling into his hair, as your lips connected again and rafe's hands trailed up your back—one pressing you against him and one sliding up your hair.

he turns and lets you fall onto the bed with him above you, your legs still locked around him, as he began untying the knot in your shirt. he pushes it off of you, revealing your lacy white bra.

"fuckkk y/n," he groans, hand reaching up to grab at one of your tits.

"you like it baby?" you ask, as he trails wet kisses down your neck and collar bone. "it's new."

"i love it," he says, fingers unclasping it from the front, and lips moving to wrap around your now exposed nipple.

his other hand massages your other boob, finger flicking at your sensitive nub.

you pull him up to attach his lips back to yours. "i want you, rafe. now."

he chuckles against your lips, the vibration turning you on more, the spot between your legs getting wetter. you flip the both of you over so you're straddling him. 

"i like this side of you, doll," he looks up at you with a smirk as you rid yourself of your bra, and he reaches up to grab both your tits. "should make you jealous more often."

"shut up," you say, leaning back down to kiss him, hands entwining into his hair as your hips press down into his.

a groan falls from his mouth as his hands roam over your body, your hard nipples pressing against him.

"need you, pretty girl," he said, hips lifting into yours.

"more than sofia?" you ask, pulling your lips away from his.

"more than anyone," he replies, hands snaking around the front of your waist to unbutton your shorts.

you move to the side so he can tug them off your legs, along with your lacy white thong, while you reach to pull his shirt off his head and he takes off his shorts.

you swing your leg back over him once you're both naked, hovering and grinding your hips above him, slickness coating his dick just enough to tease him.

"doll, come on," he whines, attempting to press you down onto his length.

you place both your hands on his chest and lean down towards his ear. "this'll teach you not to make me jealous."

"y/n…" his voice is much serious now, and you smirk.

"what?" you look at him with innocent eyes, hand trailing down to grab his dick and align it with your center.

you slowly sink down onto him, your body relaxing as he groans.

"so so good," you mewl, hips rocking against his.

he watches you closely, hands moving to grip your hips. he lifts you up slightly and slams you back down, eliciting a moan from your mouth.

"move, pretty girl," he demands, eyes locked on yours as you sit up. "let me see you ride me."

you give in to his words and begin bouncing your ass on him, hands trailing down to his abs to steady yourself. up. down. up. down. up. down.

"just like that, doll," rafe says, hand trailing up your body to wrap around your neck. "you look so pretty riding my cock."

that only makes you pick up the pace, hands moving to rest on his thighs behind you, as your pussy clenches around his length, your orgasm quickly building up in your core. rafe's hands move to grab your tits as you continue, his eyes watching himself slip in and out of you.

"you gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked when you threw your head back in pleasure.

"cum with me, rafe," you moan, your high inching closer and closer.

his fingers pinch at your nipples and that sends you over the edge, your hips slowing down as your high washes over you. rafe follows soon after, thrusts getting sloppier as he comes down.

 you slowly move off to lay beside him, and he reaches out to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a small towel. he uses it to clean the spot between your legs before cleaning off himself.

you position yourself under his comforter as he tosses the towel on the ground and joins you.

"remember how good my pussy feels around you next time you let sofia touch you," you say, snuggling into him.

a small chuckles falls from his lips as he wraps an arm around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead. "good night, crazy girl."

—

your eyes shoot open at the sound of rafe’s phone incessantly buzzing on the nightstand, as the sunshine peeked through his bedroom curtains.

making sure not to wake him, you reach over to grab his phone, rage boiling through your veins when you read the notifications on the screen.

3 missed calls from sofia.

sofia: hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday lol. lmk if you need to blow off some steam ;) xx

“oh, this bitch needs to be put down,” you mutter to yourself, immediately unlocking rafe’s phone—he gave you his passcode months ago without you even asking—and typing away to reply to sofia's message.

rafe: hey sof :) yeah, she's a lot. how 'bout you meet me at tannyhill around 2 today?

you hit send, and the three bubbles appear almost immediately.

god, this bitch was desperate.

sofia: perf, i'll see you then!!

rafe: just knock when you get here, i'll be home alone

sofia: you got it, see u later xx

you roll your eyes and proceed to delete the conversation, before moving to rafe's phone app to remove her 3 missed calls from his log. 

three. who calls a guy with a girlfriend three times? crazy bitch.

just as you're about to place his phone back on the nightstand, rafe groans and shifts, arm slinging over your waist, as a call from ward vibrates his phone.

"baby," you nudge rafe, but he just groans again, arm around your waist tightening. "rafe," you shake him this time and his eyes flutter open.

"morning, pretty girl," he smiles, hand scratching your lower back. "you ok?"

"mhm," you nod, pretending you had just woken up. "woke up from your dad calling, though."

you hold the phone out to him, which was now vibrating for the second time with ward's name.

"sorry 'bout that, doll," he takes the phone from you and sits up, answering the call and pressing the phone up against his ear.

"i'm gonna go pee," you mouth to him, and he nods, as you get out from under the covers and slip on rafe's shirt before walking towards his bathroom.

you close the door behind you and take a quick piss before washing your hands and deciding to brush your teeth.

hopefully rafe wasn't gonna be around the house at 2 today, you thought. you knew he went out golfing with the boys and hit the gym afterwards every saturday afternoon, usually returning around 5 or 6, so it shouldn't be a problem. unless ward had him do something today that required him to stick around the house—now that would really put a damper on your plans.

the door opens and rafe joins you, only wearing a pair of boxers. "mmm," he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin resting against your shoulder. "i'll never get sick of seeing you in my shirt."

his eyes meets yours through the mirror, and you lean down to spit and rinse your mouth.

"what's my baby doing today?" he asked, as you wiped your mouth dry.

"probably just hang around here," you shrug, hands trailing along his arms, as you leaned your head against his. "maybe lay out by the pool for a bit and make some lunch."

"for me too?"

you look down at him, and his eyes meet yours. "you're not going golfing with kelce and top?"

"oh, i am," he nods. "and i gotta take care of some stuff for dad too, so i'll probably be home a little later." perfect. "how 'bout we do dinner? you can dress up all cute and sexy, and i'll take you out on the town?"

"sounds perfect, baby," you smile, connecting your lips with his.

this was gonna be the best day ever.

—

after rafe left around eleven, you occupied yourself by taking a quick swim in the pool, before settling on a floatie and closing your eyes, as the sun beat down on your skin.

ring! ring! ring!

your alarm clock goes off at 1:50 pm, and you open your eyes to take your phone from the cup holder and silence it, happily slipping off the floatie when you realize it's almost time.

you grab your towel from one of the pool chairs and dry off before wrapping it around you, slipping on your crochet shorts, and waltzing inside with more of a pep in your step than usual.

you whistle as you walk through the house and stop in the living room to hang your towel off the back of the armchair and sit down, just in time for a knock to come at the door.

it's followed by another, before the front door creaks open and closes, as the sound of someone's footsteps get closer and closer.

"rafe?" the sound of sofia's voice fills your ears and you smile when she reaches the living room.

"hey, sof," you say, causing her to completely stop in her tracks, a few feet away.

"oh, y/n," she was clearly caught off guard. "i didn't know you'd be here."

"of course you didn't," you shrug, sitting up. "because you came here to see my rafe, isn't that right, sof?"

"uhh…"

"no need to lie, sweetheart," you drawl. "i've been expecting you." you pull out the pocket knife that you had stashed in the armchair earlier  to prepare and spin it around in your fingers.

the color instantly drains from sofia's face, as you flip the knife open, the blade catching the sun's light.

"here's the thing, sof," you stand up and slowly approach her, the growing crazy look in your eyes making her uneasy. "i'm a very possessive person, and i don't like sharing what's mine." you shake your head, eyes focused on hers.

"and rafe… tall and handsome as he is… is mine," you glide the edge of your knife across her collarbone as you round her, making sure not to cut her just yet. "and personally, i didn't take it very well when you called and texted him this morning."

"i- i don't know what you're talking about," her voice shakes, clearly afraid of what you might do if she admits to it. 

"hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday. let me know if you want to blow off some steam," you recite the text message she sent rafe from memory, making her breath hitch.

"that— that wasn't an accident," sofia shakes her head. "i didn't mean-"

"oh, baby," you whisper against her ear, making her head turn towards you. "don't you know i hate liars?"

"please," sofia begs, eyes closing shut as tears stream down her face. "y/n… you don't have to do this."

"and you didn't have to text my man," you tut, trailing the knife down her back. "but you did, so i'll make it quick."

"no!" she shouts, pushing you away from her, and beelining for the door.

"you really shouldn't have done that," you chuckle, a smirk coming across your lips, as you follow to tackle her before she reaches the door.

you turn her around, so you're straddling her, both your knees pinning her arms down. "i tried to be nice…" you say, gripping a handful of her brown hair as you lean down to cut across her collar bone.

she screams in agony. "stop, stop, stop!"

"consider this a lesson, sof…" you trail off, knife moving down to dig into the side of her stomach. "rafe," stab. "is," stab. "mine." 

you pull the knife out from her side, blood splattering on your stomach, as you drag it up her body, towards her chest.

"and," stab. "you," stab. "don't," stab. "take," stab. "what's," stab. "mine."

the color drowns from her face as her eyes turn lifeless, and she stops squirming underneath you.

at this point, your chest, face, legs, and arms are covered with blood splatters, your hand holding the knife bloodier than any other part of you.

you stand up and hover over her, a smirk coming across your lips at the sight of her dead body.

"look, dad, i took care of it, a'ight?" the familiar sound of your boyfriend's voice booms through the house, as you hear the backyard door slide close.

shit. shit. shit.

he wasn't suppose to be home until later. what the fuck was he doing here?

panic begins to build up inside you, as rafe's footsteps approach you, and you round sofia's body to pick up one of her hands to begin dragging her towards the front door. maybe it was a good thing she tried to run.

"yeah, i got it," you hear rafe's voice again. "i think y/n's taking a nap right now, so i'll take the druthers out and-" he suddenly stops in the entryway connecting the living room to the kitchen, eyes on you. "i'll call you back later."

he ends the call with ward, phone coming down to his side.

"i told you i'd drag her across the floor?" you joke, shrugging a shoulder.

"holy shit, y/n!" rafe rushes over and crouches down to feel sofia's pulse.

nothing.

he looks up at you. "did you do this?!"

"no…" you give him your innocent eyes, and drop her hand, pocket knife hiding behind your back.

"what the fuck, babe?"

"hey, don't act like this is all on me!" you argue, pointing down at sofia's body and pacing around the room. "she was the one who was texting and calling you nonstop this morning! she should've known better! no one takes what's mine. especially not you!"

"you— you did this… because of me?" rafe slowly stands, eyes refocusing on your crazed out state.

"of course i did," your shoulders falling limp. "i— i love you, rafe!" you shake your head. "i— i can't lose you. not-"

before you could get another word out, he was pushing you up against the wall, lips hungrily kissing yours.

the knife clatters onto the ground, as your bloodied hands tangle into his hair, and he hooks a hand around your thigh to bring it up beside his waist.

"you— you're not mad?" you ask between kisses.

"are you kidding?" he mutters against you. "fuck no. just a little more work for me."

"wait, wait, wait—" you place a hand on his chest, and push him away just enough to look at him. "what does that mean?"

"there may or may not be a dead body in the cargo bed of my truck…"

"you killed someone?"

"it was necessary?" he shrugs, a cute little smile on his lips.

a laugh falls from your mouth before you can stop it.

"what?" rafe asks, chuckling at the sound of your adorable laugh.

you shake your head, hand trailing down his hair. "we're so fucked up."

"and that's just how i like it."

i hope y'all don't think i'm absolutely insane now lolz. i swearrrrr i just wanted to try something new.

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[stnexus]

SFW + NSFW HEADCANONS…!

ino takuma + mentions of black!fem!reader

MINORS DNI, 18+, RATED R

cw. sfw + nsfw, fluff, smut, tattoos + piercings, slightly switch!ino, little bit of switch!reader, mentions of creampie, choking, oral (male + fem receiving)

names used (?): babe, baby, pretty, sweet girl, daddy, lil daddy

very clingy, loves to touch you

overall pretty calm and laid back

like it takes a LOT for you to ever see him angry

always smiling and joking around

in order for him to fall asleep you have to be laying on top him, like a weighted blanket

has a playlist full of old songs and uses the “whatchu’ know about this” line so much

the type to sit in with you while you’re getting your braids done

**playing with your braiders child and everything (he lowkey eating that baby’s fruit snacks)

he’s the the type to just like getting on your nerves

**“takuma moveee”

**“not until you give me a kiss…”

the type to have a selection of his shirts off to the side just for you because you like sleeping in them

**“alright, these,” he points, “you can wear all the time. but the shirts on the right side, if you touch…i’ll remove your hands and left big toe…no hesitation.”

**you still beg him to let you wear the ones he told you not to take

**but he can’t complain when he sees you in them, just lets out a deep sigh as he stretches his arms out to land a light spank on your butt

loves to help you cook, loves helping you bake just so he can play around and steal food from the pot and lick the batter left in the bowl

loves laying his head on your stomach and points out when it’s growling

**“oooh, someone’s hungry, huh?”

hates just regular texts, either always sending voice messages or unexplained memes/weird + random texts

new message from ‘kuma babyyy <3:

babe…why tf a random dog just bit me on my ass?

[one attachment]

doc said i need ten rabies shots bruh.

yes. the attachment was a picture of his asscheek.

tongue piercing. not up for debate.

tattoo on his back that spans from one shoulder to the other

tattoo right behind his ear, and goes halfway down the side of his neck

tattoo from his wrist and down the side of his pinky.

[NSFW LOCATED BELOW…!]

is a certified munch.

he loves being between your thighs with his tongue lapping at your clit. saliva and your arousal coating his chin as his nose bumps against your cute little bundle of nerves. the cool metal of his tongue piercing against you makes your thighs shake and makes your cries for him even sweeter

praise kink, likes to know he’s making you feel good

**“takuma, r—right thereee. you make me feel so good…”

loves spanking you. until you’re so sore, every brush of his hand or any article of his clothing makes you whimper.

but, also likes kissing your asscheeks once he’s done. his cooler feeling lips pressing into the hot and irritated skin

loves seeing you ride him

his hands tucked behind his head as his body slightly moves with your bouncing, his eyes low as pretty moans leave his lips

likes ordering you around a little bit when you’re on top

**“give daddy a kiss, pretty,” he tells you in a slightly strained voice. watching as you’d bend towards him, your bouncing slowly slightly as your lips connect. “such a sweet girl,” he groans against your lips.

**“i didn’t tell you to slow down. go faster.”

likes to just toy with you some days, seemingly out of nowhere. with no want or need for anything in return.

**he’d have you laid over his lap as he watches tv, his fingers moving in and out of your cunt as he listens to your wetness squelching in response. your face somewhat pushed into the couch as you cry out — creaming around the fingers that he fucks into you. he’d make you cum as many times as he felt like, or until you tap out

he’s a bit of a switch, likes when you plant your hand at the base of his neck, fingers digging into the sides as you find yourself bouncing in his lap once again

**“you gonna cum for me lil daddy?”

**“y—yea baby, can i cum inside? pleaseplease f—uck. you fuck me so good”

needs eye contact when you give him a blowjob. he loves seeing your eyes water as you try to deep throat him. a lazy dazed out smile playing at his lip as he’s almost slightly amused

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Arvin and kieran meeting a shy but sweet new girl with this team.

Tapu koko who through some magical shenanigans can't be more then a mile away from the girl with out falling incredibly ill.

A motherly salazle who has a charm that allows her to talk English

A blood moon ursaluna who's the girls main body guard and hes very protective

And a female iron valiant who acts like a big sister. Who threatens anyone that if they hurt the girl she'll cut them down

Gotta say I appreciate the addition of Blood Moon Ursa. Officially my fav gen 9 ground type <3

............

Arven

The moment he met you, he realized you were too nice for your own good sometimes...being the shy and sweet transfer student who winds up being his partner in many classes.

He might tease you from time to time, although he lightens up only after he realizes Mabosstiff likes you--which mean he has to like you as well and not accidentally be too rude.

During battle studies, you two have a match and he's shook when you suddenly bring out Tapu Koko.

Somehow you have a powerful Alolan Guardian deity wrapped around your finger...yet you never once bragged about it.

But Arven fully believes you have a Ditto or Zorua who just chooses to impersonate a Tapu, wondering when it's gonna drop the act.

Soon he finds out that nope, it's the real deal, and you have some strange connection that doesn't allow it to wander too far from you.

Otherwise, it falls violently ill and its magic abilities are weakened.

You're certain it was hexed by someone who wanted to punish it for its mischief, so you've been travelling around hoping to find a "cure".

And ofc that meant Koko had to abandon its duties at Melemele Island and become your Pokémon. It was reluctant at first, but quickly became a loyal friend to you.

Eventually Arven meets the rest of your team, including a female Iron Valiant that escaped from the crater and made herself your ally after saving you from trouble.

She's your literal knight in shining armor, acting like a big sister figure instead of an emotionless robot programmed to attack.

Oftentimes she comes out of the pokeball herself if she senses you're in any kind of danger.

Blood Moon Ursaluna is another bodyguard of yours....who is MASSIVE and utterly terrifying.

All you did was go to Kitakami on a school trip and you suddenly come back with an ancient Ursaring variant/evolution??

How tf are you picking up so many dangerous Pokémon?

Just when he thinks Salazzle is the only "normal" one on your team...

He finds out that she can actually talk, addressing him by name and asking what he was cooking one day.

For a split second he thinks her pheromones/toxins were making him hallucinate...until he sees you having a full blown conversation with her.

It turns out that she developed the ability to speak human language, using it to scare off a group of male Salandits who were threatening you.

At first, she only ever said random words she picked up from humans, but you taught her how to speak coherently and gave her some books...and now she's 100% fluent in English.

All in all, Arven finds your team very...diverse.

You don't really do many Pokémon battles, as they all act like your bodyguards/friends instead. But then again he's never been too battle-crazy either (unlike a certain girl he knows who'd give ANYTHING to battle Tapu Koko).

Kieran

Your personality kinda reminds him of his old self: shy and sweet, oftentimes hiding behind protective figures, etc.

Part of him kinda hated it, but he was good at hiding it.

Was instantly impressed by your Pokémon team, especially the robotic-looking Gardevoir/Gallade hybrid.

Although being a country boi he's bewildered about her LED eyes and her robotic trills, and is definitely not too thrilled about all Pokémon looking like her in some distant/potential future.

Tapu Koko leaves him bewildered, especially when you explained your connection to it while it roamed around the coastal biome, reminiscing about its home in Alola.

He's heard rumors of the Blood Moon Ursaluna back in Kitakami, not caring for it as much as Ogerpon, but he NEVER expected to see that someone like you could have tamed it.

During a battle, Incineroar's flames almost burned you, and your Ursaluna was enraged and knocked him out with one Headlong Rush. Completely unprompted.

Since then Kieran made a point to instruct the feline to be more precise with his fire attacks..lest he became weak.

You impressed the League Club with your talking Salazzle...but at first he believes you're just being irritating and distracting..

Until she talks to him directly, and he's like "...oh wowzers..so you can understand me????"

That's the most shocked anyone in the club has ever seen their leader...

Being motherly as she is, your Salazzle often asks how he's feeling and how Hydrapple is....and he usually shuts down and tells her to mind her business.

But after Area Zero's events, when she asked him again he broke down crying and the poison/fire lizard lowkey panicked.

She had to get you to calm him down.

Since then you two have become close friends, and while in the beginning he was envious of your unique team (that also reminded him of somebody else), he realizes you thought his Hydrapple and battle setups were unique, too.

It honestly made his day.

[misserabella]

munch! ♡

just thinking about abby having a munch girlfriend that eats her out after a rough day <3

cw; minors dni, +18 content!, oral sex (abby receiving), fingering (abby receiving), dom! abby and kinda switch reader??, tit playing and sucking (abby receiving), hair pulling (r receiving), praising, degradation, teasing, needy reader, use of petnames instead of y/n...

“fuck baby, just like that.”

you moaned against her pussy, tongue lapping at her slick, fingers deep into her hole, curling to hit her g spot.

“poor thing just needed to eat my pussy, hm? this what you needed baby? you feelin’ better?” she groaned, one of her big and warm hands in your hair, pushing you against her. you nodded, moaning, sucking on her clit.

something that abby had grown used to was to getting eaten out by you when you��ve had a rough day, or going through those stressful weeks of exams that left you completely in need of something to relief your tension.

“always so fucking needy, aren’t you?” you fucked her fingers inside of her harder, making her moan. “shit. mouth so good for me… always on your knees for me.” you moaned, pussy impossibly wet, humping your heels to get any type of friction on your puffy needy clit.

you whimpered, and when you nodded your nose bumped against her sensitive clit, what made her moan and push your head tighter against her cunt.

your tongue pushed inside her hole and fucked her just like you knew she liked, deep yet fast strokes that had her falling apart.

“shit, baby, gonna cum…” she moaned, and when you sucked once again on her puffy clit, she couldnt but gush on your mouth, panting and grunting as her orgasm washed through her, wave after wave. you hummed, fucking her cum out of her warm and sticky walls with your tongue, making sure to not leave a single drop behind.

when she pulled from you due to the overstimulation, she took the chance to taste herself off your lips, a moan leaving your mouth when her tongue pushed inside.

she smirked when she saw your dazed expression and your glassy eyes.

"feeling better, princess?" she smiled, and you hummed, kissing her tits as you cupped them.

"just need a little bit more."

-

a/n; its me. im the munch.

abby anderson masterlist! <3

xxx

[hotxcheeto]

hi nevy!! when you have the chance, could u please do a chloe price X AFAB reader where the reader had a really stressed day and texts chloe to come over to their house/dorm late at night? just to be comforted. u can include soft & loving smut if you want! (as well as massages😅). thank you so much. p.s i love you & ur page.

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, extreme amounts of fluff, fingering ( r! receiving ), pet names, massages and vanilla lotion?, mentions of stress and having a rough day, top!chloe, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - so sorry for taking so long I thought I lost the request but it just wasn't showing up lmao but here it is! ily and I did see that anon message you sent me to change it up! ty so much and ily ty for reading!

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

Everything that could've gone wrong, had and everything you needed to do had been done in the worst ways possible.

You couldn't wait to sleep as you clicked open your dorm room door, making it slam behind you hurrying to change into your sleep shorts and shirt praying that you could forget the day and tomorrow would be much better.

You soon collapsed onto your little twin bed and letting your bag fall to the floor. Your books spilling out onto your rug but you could care less as you shoved your face into your comforter.

As the minutes passed your phone vibrated again and again, hand slamming down on the screen before pulling it over to just take a little look.

And the screen turned on displaying at least five messages from Chloe asking if you'd died on your way back and to text her that you were okay or she was breaking in.

Quickly you typed a response that explained your dilemma and threw your phone once more ignoring the vibrations that continuously came after from your concerned girlfriend.

Closing your eyes you slowly began to drift off uncaring about your uncomfortable position and that all your lights had been left on and your work scattered across the little dorm room floor. You just wanted the weekend to begin and to pretend you had nothing to do you let yourself sink into the mattress and enter dreamland.

That was until the door flew open with a hell of a lot of force and you nearly fell off the bed with a shriek. Sitting up and turning around as fast as you could thinking of something to use as a weapon until the sight of faded blue hair entered your view.

"Chloe! How the fuck did you get in here?" "Open window, some brunette chick let me in, her boyfriend was supposed to be there."

You laughed only thankful she wasn't a kidnapper nor a robber.

"And you so gracefully showed up in his place?" She nodded and moved to lay on top of you, snuggling into your neck while kicking off her shoes.

"I thought you got kidnapped my the Prescotts in order to fulfill their weekly satanic offering." "Not a chance, I'd only get them a couple of coins." She sat up and sloppily kissed your cheek staring down at your face. "I disagree hotstuff."

You'd usually throw something back, but you only stared tiredly at her, lightly kissing her nose.

"M'sorry though, I've just had a rough day." "I can help." She lifted off of you and sat up on your bed, patting the spot next to her. "C'mon I'll help you unleash some stress." You rolled your eyes but complied only to be stopped before you laid down.

"Shirt, off. Let me get a glance." She teased you causing you to feel hot under her gaze and let out a bashful chuckle. "Chloe what?" "I'm gonna help you out and make sure you relax with a nice back rub but I wanna see those titties as payment." "Chloe!"

Despite smacking her arm at the boyish comment you did want that offer of the back rub, taking your shirt off and then unhooking your bra letting it fall down your arms. Chloe helping guide it to the ground, kissing your cheeks as she stood up again

"You got any lotion?" "In the closet, the pink basket second shelf."

There was a comfortable silence between you both for a moment, hearing her ruffling around in there and getting what she wanted.

"Have you ever actually given a massage, Chloe?"

"Nope."

She came back over as you laid down, resting your head on the backs of your hands. Sinking when the bed dip once more and then the feeling of the cold lotion being squeezed onto your back and the scent of vanilla flooding your nose, mindlessly shifting around at the temperature of the lotion but nonetheless smiling at the sensation.

Her hands then began to dig into your back, light moans falling past your lips as she rubbed the knots from your back. Caressing yours shoulders as deeply as she could go without hurting you but you doubt she could it felt so damn good.

"Oh fuck.." You muttered cheek squished into the bed as she moved down your back. Palms digging into your lower back. "That feels so good Chlo.." She could tell even if you hadn't told her, the little whines and high pitched noises coming from your lips gave it away.

It ran straight through her to her core, your shorts riding up that exposed the fact that you had neglected to put on your panties when you changed from your day clothes leaving your little pink garments to begin to ride up your thighs.

"Will you do more up here?" Chloe hummed hands moving up to rub the tops of your sore shoulders from carrying your bag all day. Your ass unintentionally pushing towards her as you squirmed at the tension being rubbed away.

"That feels so fucking good."

Her hands slowly crept back down after you'd quietly asked her to return to your hips, massaging down your sore body.

Her warm hands then landed on your thighs, creeping up towards your butt, seeing you move around at the feeling. Eyes still closed and hands tucked up underneath you.

"Chloe." You muttered feeling a familiar ache entering between your legs, eyes peeling open to glance at her practically straddling you as she grabbed at your thighs. "Yeah?" "Please." You whispered.

She looked at your tired face, bending to meet her eyes and you were fully exhausted pushing your ass towards her once more.

Chloe loved to tease, loved to draw it out but something about your pretty puppy dog eyes had her weak in the knees and ready to do whatever you wanted her to, without even saying a word.

Moving her fingers up to push aside the thin and tiny crotch of the shorts over to reveal your glistening cunt. Already wet and begging for her to touch you, at least a little, just a little bit and that she did pushing forwards.

Her hand gripping one of your asscheeks giving her a better view of your pussy, wanting to tease and make you all hot and flustered. But you already were, shyly watching her run her thumb up and down your folds watching your eyes flutter shut and then open once more.

Your mouth parting as you let out a little gasp.

"How's that feel Sweetstuff?" You let out a little whine, trying to force some sort of words out to respond but you couldn't, everything felt so nice and you were just so tired but so needy for her.

"Yeah?" She laughed to herself, rubbing her fingers around your clit that tingled and ached for her, soaking up every little touch of hers.

"Chlo.. feels s'good–" You muttered still squished against the mattress, her fingers picking and her other hand pushing your asscheek farther apart getting the best angle for you as she finally pushed two fingers into your tight hole.

You moaned slightly louder at this, mouth opening further and head picking up just a bit off the bed. Fingering you at a pace that made your entire body move with each thrust of her hand.

"M'gonna cum Chlo..." You cried, tears pricking your eyes at the pleasure, Chloe grabbing your hips and pulling them upward more letting your ass stick up into the air before continuing on with her activities with a grin.

"Go ahead babe, let go and cum on my fingers."

Your fingers lazily clutched the sheets as your muffled moans were released into the bed. Creaming around her fingers before your lower half was dropped once more riding out your orgasm before the exhaustion fully hit you.

Fingers slowly leaving your cunt – your entire body dropping onto the bed while Chloe moved away to clean you up with whatever she could find.

Knowing that when she turned back around you had basically fallen asleep, muttering small ' thank you's ' and ' I love you's ' to her while she covered you with your comforter and shut the lights off, crawling up beside you.

And even while exhausted and practically asleep you reached for her and held her close still muttering incoherent things to her.

"Goodnight Good-looking." "Ngh shh."

[mammonsbby]

R or M…or both with Simeon please ☺️

M-Miniature (I'm gonna do R as well later on!)

You’ve just finished changing into your pajamas, ready to wind down for the night. You sigh as you slip into bed, the soft sheets have been calling your name all evening and now it was finally time to— 

Your phone goes off. A text message. You snatch it from the nightstand, already grumpy with whoever has dared to interrupt your almost-sleep.

Solomon: MC, we have a problem.

You raise your brows at the screen and start to type a response.

MC: We do? Solomon: Yes. It’s Simeon-related. MC: Why isn’t he texting me himself? Solomon: He sort of… Can’t do that at the moment. MC: Can’t? What do you mean? Is he all right? Solomon: It’s sort of hard to explain. Can we come over? MC: Of course.

As soon as you send the last message, you put your phone down and start pacing. What on earth could possibly have happened to Simeon? Something so urgent that Solomon would text you in the middle of the night? Something that would make Simeon unable to text you back… Well, he’s never been great at texting, but he’s been getting better! 

A knock at your bedroom door interrupts your thoughts. You yank the door open and Solomon is standing there, looking guilty. 

“What happened?” You ask, sticking your head out the door. Your brow furrows, “Where’s Simeon?”

“Uh…” Solomon scratches the back of his head. Then pulls his other hand out of his cape, revealing a very tiny, very ticked off, angel. 

“I’m here!” He says, waving both his hands at you.

Your eyes widen and you clap your hands over your mouth. “Oh my God! I mean, sorry, but…” You stare at Simeon, who’s now maybe half a foot tall, then turn to Solomon. “What did you do?!”

The sorcerer makes a face, “I didn’t do… anything?” 

You glare at him. “You had to have done something!”

“Actually… I happened to eat a piece of cake I found in the kitchen. It looked so nice, I assumed Luke made it. Unfortunately, that was not the case,” Simeon explains, with a sour look on his face.

You blink a couple times, registering his words. “You ‘Alice in Wonderland-ed’ him?!”

Solomon chuckles nervously. “Sort of. It was unintentional.”

“Why didn’t you label your shrinky cake?” You snap, then before he has a chance to answer, you direct your attention to the teensy man in his hand. “Oh, Simeon,” You coo with wide eyes. “I… How long does this last?”

“With luck, it’ll wear off by morning,” Solomon says, though he doesn’t seem confident. 

“And without luck?”

He doesn’t have an answer to that, shrugging and stammering a bit. “It’s hard to say,” Solomon finally manages. Then he coughs. “Um, regardless… We decided it would be best if Simeon stayed with you until he’s back to normal.”

“I don’t want to worry Luke.” Simeon says. 

“Oh, of course.” You say, nodding. Simeon reaches his arms out to you and you could die of cuteness, but instead you hold out one giant hand. He steps into it, using your thumb as a handrail. Then he sits down cross-legged in your palm and sighs.

“I’m going to go see what I can do to hurry this along,” Solomon says, quickly making his exit before you can maim him. 

You fuss over the tiny angel in your hand and reach out one finger to gently pet his head. “I’m so sorry this happened.”

Simeon leans into your affection and sighs, “At least I get to stay with you.”

What a sweet answer. You smile softly. Then you glance around your room, immediately seeing all the things that he could fall off of or that could fall on him. And you start to panic a bit. If you aren’t careful, you could squash him. 

I wonder if there’s a way to…

“Sit here for a second.” You carefully place Simeon down on your pillow and are instantly jealous. He looks so comfortable. He even snuggles down into it and puts his arms behind his head. You laugh, then you pick up your phone.

Solomon is the obvious choice, but you’re rather annoyed at him, so you dial Satan instead. 

He answers on the second ring, “Hello?”

“Hi Satan. I know it’s late, but do you happen to know of a shrinking spell? One that could make something… Fit into an old timey dollhouse?”

You hear Satan hum to himself, “A one-twelve scale shrinking spell?”

“Sure.” You say with a shrug.

“Tell me what it’s for and I’ll tell you.” You can hear him smirk through the phone and roll your eyes.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” You say.

Satan sighs, “Fine. I’ll text you an incantation. Just promise to be careful.”

“Am I ever not?”

“I’m not going to answer that. See you in the morning.” 

After the text comes through, it doesn’t take long to make most of the furniture in your room small enough for Simeon to use. You bend down to sit him on your now tiny bed, and say the spell once more, pointing at yourself. 

Your eyes widen as everything starts to get bigger and bigger. Finally, you’re a similar size to Simeon and you give him a hug. 

“MC, you didn’t have to shrink yourself as well,” He says with a laugh.

“Of course I did.” You reply, with your arms around him. You peck his cheek and he flushes.

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” You smile. Then your face drops. “Well, maybe one problem… I don’t know how to get big again.”

Simeon sputters into laughter and pulls you closer, the two of you tumbling back onto your bed. "I love you, MC."

700 follower prompt list!

[0perfectimperfections0]

I read your "Silence" fic and it was so good!! Please continue on this fic, I can't wait for what happens next!!

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. It was silent the whole time. Nolan simply relaxed his head against the wall, eyes closed and arms around his legs. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence by any means. Lou still stayed in the same position beside him. Arms also around his legs, except his head was buried in his arms.

He was about ready to fall asleep like this. And then tapping aroused him from the drowsiness.

tap-tap-tap-tap...tap-tap

Nolan smiled small, eyes closing again. "Hey," he responded. "Your neck is gonna be sore sitting hunched over like that." He commented off-handedly. After a moment, Lou straightened his back against the wall and copied the position Nolan was sitting in. "Better."

Another half hour went by without any tapping and certainly no talking. That was one thing Lou hadn't done in...gosh, Nolan couldn't remember the last time he'd heard Lou speak. If it weren't for the back-to-back lessons a month ago, he would have forgotten what Lou's voice even sounded like.

Nolan stared ahead at the far wall. "I miss hearing your voice."

Still silence. It was expected. Nolan turned his head against the wall to look at Lou. Blue eyes were glued ahead. Streaks of dirt still stained his face. So did the opaque streaks of tears that could be seen crusted over his cheeks.

Nolan removed one of his arms to tap against the floor.

tap-tap-tap-tap...tap-tap

And for a split second -- even less than half a second -- he saw the faintest smile on Lou's lips. The blond reached a hand down, eyes not looking into the mismatched ones, and repeated the same Morse code. Nolan looked down at Lou's hand as it lay on the floor. There was a precise movement made to place his hand over Lou's.

If Lou had glanced down, Nolan pretended not to notice.

If Lou had turned his hand over to entwine their fingers, Nolan pretended not to notice. Nolan took the pointer finger of his laced hand and tapped that same code against the back of Lou's. The gesture was reciprocated.

tap-tap-tap...tap...tap...tap...tap...tap

That was a new one. Nolan lowered his brows in confusion but maintained his sights before him. Using his other hand, he pulled out his phone to see if he could translate it. The only problem was that no sound was accompanying the taps since they had been against his hand. Maybe he could reciprocate it against the floor--

"Sorry."

It was faint. Hoarse. Entirely unused and weak. Nolan corrected himself early enough in the midst of whipping his head around at the word. He forced himself to keep looking in the opposite direction. Nolan glanced down at the phone where he had been halfway through typing the cryptic language. S...o...r-- Lou had spoken it aloud for him, anyway.

"It's okay," Nolan whispered. Heterochromatic eyes stayed trained on the opposite corner of the room. Lou's hand tightened. "I'm sorry, too."

"I...hurt you." As scratchy as Lou's voice sounded, the anger could still be heard. "I don't deserve your apology."

Nolan didn't look. For that, Lou was grateful as he kept his own eyes set in front of him. "You'll hurt me more by not accepting it."

"I can't." The voice was strained now from emotion.

"Then I can't accept your apology."

Lou finally closed his eyes. The corner of his lip raised in frustration. "Stupid doll."

"And hard-headed, too. Try me. I won't accept your apology until you accept mine."

"Why can't you hate me like everyone else?" Lou spat out the question. Still, their hands never separated nor made any attempt to.

"Like I said: hard-headed." Lou remained silent. "Maybe it hurts worse seeing you like this than it ever did hearing you call me ugly. Cause when I thought about it, during the Gauntlet, me being ugly didn't change the fact that I was racing for a chance to go to the Big World. Me being ugly didn't take away my chances of having a kid. I literally had nothing to lose, regardless of what you said to me."

Nolan finally turned to look at Lou. He could see the red tinting Lou's eyes and the puffiness beginning to surround them. Lou's nose had turned red, too. Red had to be the one color Nolan didn't think looked good on him. Not in this way. "All you ever had was your words. When you taught, when you spoke to us, when you talked about yourself. You couldn't do anything else but talk. Like a dog with all bark and no bite. And now you've lost your bark, too."

Lou still remained silent. And it honestly ticked Nolan off. He let go of the blond's hand and moved to sit in front of him, legs tucked under him while leaning forward in Lou's face. "Talk." Lou narrowed his eyes. "Do it. Get your bark back, Lou, if that's all you get to have. Insult me. Yell at me. Something."

"Get out."

"Make me," Nolan challenged. "You're not a pathetic doll, Lou. You don't need those stupid robots or the Spy Girls to do the dirty work for you. Instead of telling me what to do, do it yourself. You're tougher than that. I saw it in the Gauntlet. If you won't get your bark back, then bite--"

Lou bared his teeth and pushed his feet out to kick Nolan, but the brunette held him by the shins. "What's the point if I'm gonna be stuck here anyway!? You said it yourself! It doesn't matter what I say or what I do! You get to leave and I can't!"

"And that makes you mad, doesn't it? You feel cheated and robbed." Nolan spurred him on, flipping the doll around so that Nolan held both of Lou's hands, back to his front, as Lou clenched his jaw and slammed his feet against the wall. Pieces of splintered wood fell to the floor with every kick.

"I don't want to be the bad guy!" Lou screamed. His fingers curled around Nolan's hands tightly. "I'm just doing what this stupid factory told me! I'm doing my job! And now I don't even have that! I have nothing! You stupid! Dolls! Ruined! Everything!" He emphasized each word with a powerful kick to the wall.

When it seemed Lou had exhausted all his anger, he was left panting and glaring daggers at the wall. Hands were still held up and back by Nolan. The brunette spoke quietly into Lou's ear. "There's the bark and bite I wanted to see."

Lou swallowed before speaking between shallow breaths. "That's what got me into this mess."

"Cause you bottled it up for so many years. It feels better to let it out. I can't blame you for destroying the portal. It made you feel better, right?" Lou didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. "Kicking the wall made you feel better. I just want you to let it out instead of bottling it up in silence and doing something you'll regret later on when it finally comes out."

Lou swallowed again in between shallow breaths. "Can I do it again?"

"Go for it."

More splinters fell to the floor with another hefty kick to the wall.

"I'm right here to hold you back if you wanna keep doing it. I'm only here to keep your anger concentrated on a better target." There was a second of silence before Lou swung his foot out again to the wall. It was a few minutes later when Nolan finally felt Lou's body relax against him. Blond hair splayed over Nolan's shoulder as Lou leaned his head back to catch his breath. Nolan slowly lowered Lou's arms to his lap, fingers sliding apart. "It's easier to breathe now that you're not holding anything in, I bet." Lou hummed in agreement.

"I don't want you taking your anger out on anything other than this wall, got it?" Nolan spoke softly into his ear again. "And I'm gonna be here, holding you back like I was doing before. Cause I don't wanna see stuffing on this floor again." Lou tensed, breath hitching. Nolan slid one of Lou's sleeves up before he could be stopped. Lines of torn felt were littered across his arm. Stuffing poked out and small bits of fuzz fell down onto the floor. There were nail marks all along the arm where there had been failed attempts at penetrating through the felt. Lou had been successful most of the time.

"This," Nolan held Lou's wrist tightly, "is not okay. I'm gonna stitch this up and it will be the only time I ever have to do that, got it?" Lou never looked at the brunette, but there was a very discreet nod. "You have a lot bottled up. And that's okay. But you will not take it out on yourself. Only this wall. And if that's too hard for you, then I'm tying your hands behind you and you'll wait until I come here to help you let your anger out."

There was a long stretch of silence that Nolan wasn't intending to break. "Okay." Lou finally responded. Nolan assumed he'd be compliant. Instead, Lou lifted his arms up, wrists facing upward, as he squeezed his eyes shut with tears dripping down. "Tie me."

"You really won't stop hurting yourself?" It was asked in a strange mix of a statement and a question.

"No," Lou answered shakily. "I can't."

Nolan stared at that arm. Beaten. Worn. Mauled. Not even from someone else but from its owner. He eased the sleeve back down and let his hands glide the rest of the way until they entwined with Lou's again. "Then I'm not letting you stay here by yourself."

[ilyjerome]

cute things to1 does <\3

members included - boyf og!to1 x gn reader

genre; fluffiest fluff

new members not included ! i don’t know them well enough to write for them (i will in the future :))

(seongmin’s are copy&pasted since i did something like this for him individually - you can find it on my navigation post (pinned) :D

not writing 4 chanhyuk because of his situation.

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chihoon (fm) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

loves when u sit on his lap . not sexually ! just having u there when he’s working or smthn.. but he does need his alone time !! but he finds it calming and sometimes you fall asleep on him and it just makes him so happy <33

plays w ur hands … idk why but !!!! i can see him doing this often , just sitting by each other and plays w ur hands ? it relaxes him a bit and you love it so u’re just giving him a extra reason bcz he loves pleasing you like if ur sitting w the rest of the members theres a 98% chance ur hand is in his lap and he’s playing w ur fingers <3

nose / forehead kisses .. now if you were in public i’m not so sure since chi doesn’t seem like the pda type (excluding the holding hands ofc) but if you two were alone i feel like he would do this as a sign of affection and be all shy abt it :((( just being so cute :((( and he gets all giggly after awww i can’t - and esp if you were sitting on his lap while he’s working he’d just give u a kiss from time to time :(

jaeyun ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

 this boy is a romantic idc. superrr sweet in everything he does n always cares for u. <33 like he gives random affirmations like “you’re so beautiful” n looks u up n down or smthn lmaooo loves loves lovesssssss making u feel loved. always does little things for you like make u meals or little acts of kindness like tying ur shoe laces :((

cannot take his eyes off u sometimes like it makes you so flustered but he’s always like “but u’re so pretty” i can’ttt tell u how much of a romantic this man is i will say it everytime !! u catch him staring a lot. he’s just super happy to have someone who loves him as much as u bcz he loves u so much :(

always holding hands ! jaeyun isn’t a very touchy type but i feel like he would just like to know you’re .. there ?? idk how to explain but always holding ur hand would make him feel happy and give him energy <33 like if ur in public you’d just be walking around holding hands and you showing him things and he squeezes ur hand when he laughs or smthn :( and sometimes he rubs ur thumb or swings ur hands a teenyyyyyy bit !!

head pats !! like . if you get all excited about something he’ll give u a head pat or if you do well in something you’ll get a head pat and it’s !! so !! adorable !! he follows it up w a giggle 99% of the time <\\3 like he finds u so cute / is so proud of you and gives u a head pat . this is so cute i can’t - prolly ruffles n messes up ur hair too and u’re busy trying to fix it and he’s laughing at you :(( just a little thing in his love language

donggeon ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

kisses. he loves having all of his senses filled with you, touch, smell, taste, everything. even if its a small peck on the cheek or a whole ass make out idc i tell u this boy is the most caring n sweetest boy u’ve ever met. and and !! he will s h o w e r u with kisses if u haven’t seen each other in a while !!! and if ur squirming he’ll just keep going <33 i see donggeon as the cutest member within this typa stuff u cannot tell me otherwise !!!!!!!!!!!!

so we all know he loves working out atp. like on bubble he always tells us when he’s leaving to go workout and he’s gone for a couple hours .. but he’s gonna be all sweaty after right ?? you’ll be waiting for him @ the gym or wtv like “u’ve been working out for ages c’monnnnnn” and he’ll try to hug u like “okay okayyy” or mock u while giggling and u’re trying to push him away cause he’s all sweaty but he’s trying to hug u .. that’s just so cute like he wont stop until he can hug u . he finds it so adorable when you start pushing his chest bcz he’s so sweaty and u don’t wanna smell bad JDNEJDH

A F F I R M A T I O N . similar to jaeyun, this boy will not stfu about you. calls you pretty every second. smiles like a lil kid on xmas day while staring at you. genuinely thinks you’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid his eyes on but he loves it when you give them back he gets all shy and prolly hits ur shoulder AJJEJWIE he’s just so sweet to you and cherishes you so much please give this boy lots of love <3 he will give it back 101% more

jisu ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

holding ur face ! i don’t think jisu is very open to touchiness like he needs to be in a certain mood to accept it well but .. if ur both just laughing or you do something cute he kinda just leans in and holds ur face like cheek area ?? idk how else to explain HELP but his thumbs behind ur ears n :(( like he’s so happy in that moment he just does it and you love it sm but sometimes he gives u a peck on ur nose :(( he just loves you so much pls love him

pulling you into hugs - now hear me out i’ve noticed jisu is quite touchy w daigo recently so this is just .. so cute to me . he does this sometimes and it’s so ;(((( like u two could just be talking and he’d start by just playing w ur fingers and rubbing ur hands swinging them a lil and he just pulls u into him !!!!!!! ;(((((((( and if ur sitting down he’ll pull you into his lap by ur waist and tap his fingers on ur waist dips :( he loves talking to u while doing this just having your skin touching he loves it

matching plushies . like the squirtle ones ? yeah he gets those for you both like it can be little keychains or those super big ones you see on tiktok vacuum sealed JSUDJF but no whenever you have a movie night or whatever you bring your plushies or jisu tells you too it’s so cute it’s just a little thing you two have <33

minsu (fm) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

feeding you . even if its a grape or a whole ssambap he will do the airplane for you JDNDID he does this kinda (?) often with the members so i can easily see him doing it w his s/o and he just love love lovezzzzzz seeing ur cheeks fill up w food he thinks you look so adorable and he’s smiling so wide asking u “is it good?” - “do u want more?” SJAJSJ he’s so caring to u and wants u to eat well <333 (p.s do it back even if he says no he loves it secretly.)

this boy is so touchy indoors. when it’s just you two , he wants to be all over you he wants to cuddle and give you kisses all over your face !! he finds your presence so healing and just wants to hold you and maybe watch youtube or tell you about his day or listen to yours .. definitely cooks something for you both too just so he can feed you ^^^^^^^^ he wants to be your jacket istg :(

jeyou ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

the subtle things . even if its just giving u a small massage or bringing u a drink he loves subtly taking care of you seeing a smile on your face cause he brought you greek yoghurt too when you weren’t expecting it brightens his whole month icl :( even squishing your cheek for a second ahh he will melt he loves u sm ;( coming back from going out w his members 99% of the time he’s gotten you a little gift wether that be food or even a pair of matching socks. he wants to pamper you <3

he whines JUST to seem cute .. like if you wanna cuddle or something he’ll be like “ah y/n seriously” and complain but he’s literally walking with you to cuddle ?? he whines and pouts basically for your attention PLS he’s so annoying BUT he acts completely clueless when you call him out for it like ???? he’s doing it just so you wanna do those things MORE he knows you love him being cute </3

he’s gonna squish your cheeks wether you like it or not :/ he just finds it so cute with your cheeks puffed out and lips are pouting ugh . it’s so cute it’s gross . but he’s gonna do it out of the blue all the time and probably pull on your cheeks and tease you about it … *cries*

kyungho ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

holding ur waist !!!! he just loves holding u ;( he prolly walks w u while doing it too LMAO - like if ur just standing doing smthn he’s 101% holding u by ur waist or he randomly snakes his hands around u and squeezes u JDBRJD kyungho doesn’t seem like he’s always up for affection but i think this is just a cute lil thing he does w u :’) probably rubs ur waist dips too asking u abt your day and occasionally u get a kiss on the cheek if he feels like it

F O R E H E A D K I S S E S . this man is so cute ?? like he’ll grab the back of your head and pull you closer to kiss your forehead :((( he does this so often too like if your waiting in line to get drinks he’ll do that and probably hug you by putting his arm around the back of your neck <333 he leans on u too … he’s such a big teddy bear pls

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he’s definitely got a lot of pet names for you but more alongside the basic ones like “baby” or “darling” he literally calls jaeyun darling ?? and he calls jeyou “my pretty baby” stopppp be prepared to get showered in pet names and compliments if you look good (to him u look good everyday even if u just got out of bed and have a severe case of bed head) <33 prolly showers u w kisses too or the tightest hug ever :p - you can’t breathe so you’ll have to slightly tap him like “seongmin .. i can’t breathe “ JDBEJD definitely exaggerates his gasps to make you feel better if your showing him a new outfit his eyes widen and he covers his mouth he’s in awe over u rn

randomly intertwines ur hands …. :( like you two could be having a conversation and (example) ur sitting in his lap facing him telling him about your day he will just grab ur hands and intertwine them w his and he’s nodding listening to everything u have to say but if ur days bad he’ll order food or cook some for you ;( or you two can just cuddle while watching a movie as long as your there he really doesn’t mind *crying*

loves making sure you eat well !! will feed you and do the airplane whatever it takes to make you eat and the airplane just adds cuteness and we all know seongmin is a sucker for cute things +10 points for a jordy spoon FHJRJR lovezzzz eating with you or just cooking a simple meal for you both and he loves it when you join in cooking so <33 but u two always need something sweet after so sometimes you go out to the convenience store to get snacks or ice cream ;(( like a lil date

woonggi (fm) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

is obsessed with your hair ? like even if he’s just touching it playing with it or literally braiding it he loves touching your hair and finds it so fascinating <33 gives you new hairstyles and asks if you can sit in front so he can play with it JFHRJR you love it tho <\33333

WILL join in on gossip. like you could be telling him what’s happening within ur friend group and he’s over here giving the most dramatic responses the neighbours can probably hear him gasping and going “REALLY???” ugh hes so fun

café dates <33 going out for a drink and just talking and even getting to walk around is just you two . like that’s you !! especially if one or the other has been busy and you can easily catch up and tell each other about what’s been going on :))

[kitty-serenade]

Woke up thinking abt this at 3 shitting am, and im literally half asleep rn so have a silly billdip thing hee hoo (=^･ω･^=)

No major warnings

Bill has the goofiest voice ever thats 100% non threatening, he tries and make it scary by distorting it but it strains him, although thats not the biggest of his worries because he has a threatening aura and people can quickly discern he is a powerful demon with his horrifying looks

Enter Dipper who is blind physically and spiritually, he does NOT know Bill is a high level powerful being, befriends him

Dipper : Bill?

Bill: what is it Pinetree?

Dipper: Oh thank gods youre okay, I heard from the fae that a dangerous demon is here so be careful please

Bill who IS the dangerous demon: ..pfft- Pinetree im gonna be okay! Im also a demon

Dipper: well youre different! And we don't know what that demon is capable of doing!

Bill: well, if youre so worried about it, ill kill it for you

Dipper: WHAT. Bill thats dangerous!!

Bill: its fine Pinetree- sees a low rank demon and would you look at that!! We ran into him!

Dipper: R-really??

Bill: grins (hes really amused by this) HALT! DEMON! Do you know how much fear and destruction youve caused?!

LRD: 🤨... Looks around...points at herself Me?

Bill: SHUSH!! I cannot let you do this any longer! I just vanquish you from this plane and send you to the fiery depths, WHERE YOU BELONG!! Poses dramatically

LRD: dude wha- AAAAAJAJAKSJAKLSKALKAKLDLSKL gets burned alive

Dipper hiding behind Bill and clutching his vest:.. Is-? Is it gone

Bill: shh the wretched demon is gone sapling don't worry

Also I feel like bill would take advantage of Dipper's blindness by faking dates

Bill snaps his fingers and tiny little lights start to filter in as he leads Dipper to a secluded place

Dipper: Bill where are we?

Bill:Well sapling, todays your lucky day because a certain fae queen has invited me to the Hollow Willow woods!

(Theyre still in gravity falls, its just a secluded area only Bill knows about)

Dipper: gasp you mean-? The enchanted forest home exclusively to the fae??

Bill: kisses hand I have my ways snaps a nectar flower into his hands and creates a light breeze directed towards Dipper

Dipper: is- do I smell Fracosse??

Bill: Wow! Strong sense of smell sapling youre right! The fae loves sweet flowers creates more lights and they dance around the two

Dipper: winces why is it brighter now?

Bill: oh wow would you look at that! The light fairies are here to say Hi!

Dipper: somehow looks more shocked you mean the most elusive type of fairy is here?!

Bill: shhh sapling youll scare them off- gathers the tiny lights into a group slowly oh theyre forming into a pattern!

Dipper: quieter now, gasps again what kind of pattern is it?

Bill: Oh! Theyre forming the words "I love you Pinetree"

After that Dipper literally bursts into tears and hugs Bill, Bill grinning like a madman just shushes him and hugs him feeding sweet words into his ears

[sugarbell]

hii!! i just read your teen!wally post and LOVED IT! could you write more about it? maybe about wally dating a more quiet girl who doesn’t really fall for his flirting quite as easy

love your work!!

Working on it now😘

Wally is so annoying. Like he’s gonna be so annoying.

He’s the type to see you, maybe in school or something if you’re a normal civilian and go “oh, she’s pretty.” Then man’s will do a double take because anytime Wally sees a pretty girl, Wally wants the pretty girl. Then he’ll backtrack and be like “ohh…she’s pretty”

Mans will probably approach you with some terrible line like “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Leaning against your locker with a smirk while you’re just trying to get your books to get to the next class. And you’re just like…😐.

“I’m Wally. My friends call me The Wallster, Wall-Man, even Wall-tastic, but whatever works for you, babe.”

His flirting is not working on you. In fact it’s rather stale and you’re really not in the mood and you just want to get to class.

You’re the quiet type and you really don’t wanna be rude, but you need to get your books to get to class and he’s leaning right on your locker. You just look at him a little shy, nervously fidgeting with the hem of an oversized sweater. “Um…h-hi.” You’d mumble, and he’d smirk. “Oh, so you’re the shy type? That’s cool.” And you don’t really have the time to entertain him where on another day, you possibly might. “R-right…um, I kinda have to get my—“Cool, so what do you say me and you grab a burger…or two sometime?” And he’s raising his brows at you with finger guns and a dopey smile, shoulder still leaned against you locker. “Uh, I-i don’t know, I really just need to-“oh, c’mon, cutie. We’ll have fun. Unless you don’t like meat. Y’know a friend of my friend, Dick actually doesn’t like meat either so that’s fine. We could grab like a…salad…or..something.”

Your head is turning like… how many times is this redhead gonna ignore you? You need to get to class. Did he say his friends name was…Dick? So Wally’s waiting for your response, leaning in closer invading your personal space and asking you again, and you take that opportunity to suck under him and quickly grab the books out of your locker before you dart off down the hall.

And he’s just standing there like …😀

It’s a bit of a shot to his ego and his pride but honestly he just comes back even more determined. He’s set his sights on you and if there’s any challenge he’s not gonna back down from, it’s a girl. At first he probably thinks it’s his timing, cuz otherwise you would’ve totally been into him, right? I mean what girl wouldn’t be into the Wall-man? Or maybe you really just didn’t like meat? So he’s planning to catch you again at school next week and then he sees you at a diner studying. With a half eaten plate of chicken tenders and fries no less!!!😮

Safe to say man is hurt.😞 when he sees it he’s like??? Soooo she does eat meat? Okay, okay, so it had to have been the timing. Now might be a better time, he thinks. (He’s bad at timing) Dude matches up to you and is like “Hey there…again.” He’s a little nervous which is unusual because he kinda figures that it wasn’t the timing and that you genuinely just might not be interested in him, so it’s throwing him off his (nonexistent) game. You’re looking up from your book, cringing a little at the sight of him. “Hey…Wally, right?” You ask, unsure. And he’s like 😮 “So you remembered me, huh? Well, what can I say, I’m pretty unforgettable.”

And you mutter under your breath, “Yeah, that you are.” And you didn’t mean for him to hear it, but he does and he’s like so hurt. Butttt he’s not giving up. “Soo, Whaddya say we grab a coffee? Together? Me and you.” And you’re not really falling for it. Like, so far this guy has been…interesting, but is he the type of guy you’d want to go out with? Not really. He’s loud and he’s always cracking jokes and invading your personal space and you really just wanna be left alone to read but he’s not taking the hint.

Like I said before. He’s annoyingly persistent, and when he finally does catch the hint, he’s got that charming, dopey, boyish grin and he’s like “I’m not leaving until you agree to go out with me.” So you kind of have no choice but to go out with him, if you wanna keep your sanity. It probably takes a while, like mans would’ve slid into your little diner booth in the corner and kept making jokes that you nervously laughed at, and then there would’ve been this awkward silence afterwards and you would’ve glanced back down to your book then back at him as your little way of saying “do you mind leaving because I was reading in piece and you’re really loud and eating my fries and invading my personal space and my reading time.

Yeah, so when he catches the hint, he hits you with the “go out with me or I’ll keep bothering you.” And it would be more annoying to you if it wasn’t slightly endearing. His persistence anyways. He really wanted to go out with you that bad? Well…what did you have to lose? You were pretty quiet and didn’t get out too much anyway, or didn’t have many friends and this guy was…admittedly, cute, albeit different from the type you’d normally go for. But maybe a good different. When Wally finally leaves you in peace after a good thirty minutes of bugging you, he’s left you with an empty plate of chicken tender crumbs and one fry, with his number—classic scribbled sloppily on the napkin. You huff deciding to pack up because it’s getting late anyways.

When you and Wally do start dating I feel like the dynamic between him and you would be so funny. Because he’s so loud and boisterous and he’s always rambling and moving, and you’re quiet and shy and you’re mostly just sitting down listening to whatever it is he’s chosen to ramble about that day.

Sitting on his bed maybe, while he’s pacing around the room in front of you tugging at his messy red hair and having a true mental breakdown because Bat-Burger is taking their seasonal autumn cheese-dog off the menu, and he’s just “Can you believe it? I mean can you believe it, babe? They’re taking it off. Since when?!” And you’re just watching him, letting him get it out because there’s no use in even trying to speak when he’s on a rant. He’s always moving, always eating, always on the go, and he’s a fast speaker. He says what’s on his mind, all the time, whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing sometimes depends on the situation. His mouth moves a mile a minute and his brain sort of catches up afterwards.

Maybe you’re doodling in a book, looking up at him occasionally because I feel like when Wally’s on a rant he’s the type of person to look back at you and make sure you’re still with him. Like “I mean, it was one of the best-the best things on the menu! And they’re just gonna—what? Just gonna take it off? I mean it’s just crazy! Right babe?” He’s always calling your name or searching for approval because he needs to hear it, he needs to hear that you’re still with him, or that you’re agreeing with him, or that you think he’s doing good because ally loves and breathed for that.

Especially if you’re quiet, because that means it’s even more precious to him to hear approval form you, and he love, love loveeeess to get praise from you. Let’s say you’re at the beach or something and he’s throwing a football around and he makes a particularly good catch, like Wally’s got such puppyboy energy, he’s bounding over to where you are tanning, doing some light reading, he’s got his shirt off, he’s a little sweaty, sweat dripping down from the curly red strands of hair that fall over his emerald eyes. “Did you see that catch, babe?”

“Mhm, it was great, Walls.” And he’d give you the biggest smile ever like he feels so proud whenever he gets your approval especially because you’re a girl of few words which means thag the words you share with him are even more precious, especially when you’re praising him.

And he makes an effort to be interested in what you’re interested in even if he’s not interested in what you’re interested in. (Does that make sense?)

If you’re reading when he comes over, after you tell him his catch was great he’ll peer down at the book you’re reading, dripping seawater on the pages, and giving you a bashful grin when you stare up at him like “really?😑”

“whatcha readin’ babe?” And you’re all bright eyed even though you know he’s probably not even understanding a word you’re saying. “O-oh, it’s Jane Eyre; it’s about this young woman who’s living with her terrible aunt, and she goes to this school—oh! And she’s in love with this guy named Rochester, it’s a classic and one of my favorites and it really has detail about a woman’s life and—…

You’ll catch the confused smile on Wally’s face midway through your rant and smile, cutting yourself off. You’ll lean up and kiss his cheek making his freckles cheeks turn pink, half from the sun, and half from you.

Another thing? Wally’s always ranting, right? Always rambling about something. Food, science, his speed, metabolism, literally anything under the sun. But when you do it? Oh my gosh his heart melts. Since you’re quiet and don’t talk too much, he already loves when you say anything and he treats any words that come out of your mouth like they’re holy. (Especially because you were so quiet and just not having it when he was trying to court you in the beginning so he just treasures every word you say, never intentionally cutting you off or trying his best to be interested in what you’re saying even if it’s about the most boring topic in the world)

So when you rant, Wally is just all ears. Since you’re so quiet j get the feel that you won’t just rant or ramble about anything like Wally will but more so about the things that you’re passionate about. If it’s reading, you’re rambling to him about some book that you just finished and how it made you feel and what was in it and all the elements that the author added to it that made you connect with the characters, and Wally’s just sitting there, all puppy like and he’s all ears, even though he’s not really catching everything you’re talking about /man’s attention span is so short, but for you he’ll make a conscious effort to keep it on you/

And most of the time, either at the end of your rant, you’ll realize he has no idea what you were yapping about because he’s just got this blank dopey smile on his face, or when you’re done rambling he’ll just be quiet and looking up at you like 😃, so you’ll realize then, or midway through the rant like on the beach you’ll see that he really doesn’t have a clue and just give him a find pet on the cheek, or you’ll quiet down and smile again him.

Now at first Wally felt bad about it. He couldn’t he’ll that his attention span was so short, he’s always bouncing, always fidgeting, moving around, doing something, and staying focused on one thing for too long just bored him so quickly, but you’re always listening to whatever he says til the very end! So he felt bad that he wasn’t giving you the same attention and focus that you gave him. And in the beginning of your relationship, when you would just stop talking midway through your rant, he’d be like ☹️, cuz he realizes that he’s zoned out again and you must’ve noticed and that’s why. Every word that comes out of quiet! readers mouth is just so precious to him and so when you suddenly just go quiet he felt bad about it, and it took a lot of reassurance on your part at the start to let him know you weren’t upset or anything. That’s why now when you just stop talking, you’ll let his cheek or kiss him or smile at him to let him know you aren’t upset. Every now and again you may forget and he’ll be like “I’m sorry😞” and you’ll have to reassure him that you’re not upset with him

Poor boy needs tons of assurance and attention and praise from you. If you’re laying on his bed reading and he’s with you, you can usually tell when he’s slowly starting to get restless. He’ll start bouncing his knee or picking at his clothes, clicking his tongue, tapping his foot until it distracts you and you look up. Most times he doesn’t realize he’s doing it but when he sees you look up out of his peripheral he’ll give you a lopsided sheepish grin. “Sorry.” Hell mutter with that smile that makes you physically unable to be angry at him. Usually you’ll be like “wanna go out for a bit?” And he’ll be like “…n-nah, I’m cool here.” Because he knows that you probably wanna read, but when you push a little more. “Walls, we can go, seriously. It’s nice out.” He’s starting to break down but not just yet because he really is thoughtful no matter how shallow he sometimes seems. You’ll probably have to say something like “I wanted to go out anyways” and then he’ll be like “phew! Okay, let’s go babe!”

Another thing, if you’re taking too long to get ready I swear he will just toss you over his shoulder and speed off with you. Sometimes he does it just to be silly. Like you’re sitting down, watching tv and it’s one of those times where Wally’s getting restless but you’re ignoring him because he won’t just say what he wants. “Babe.” You continue staring at the tv screen. His hands are tapping your thigh gently. “Baaaaaaabe. Aren’t you like, tired of sitting here? Why don’t we go-I dunno, out or-or something?”

You’ll pause the show, glancing over at him. “Wally, do you want to go out?” And he’ll look like a deer in headlights. Like I said, he’s thoughtful and hell always wanna do what you wanna do first. Sometimes he gets insecure that you won’t tell him everything since you’re so quiet. Like he gets unsure if he’s being annoying sometimes and he’s not sure if you’ll tell him when he is being annoying or a handful or too chatty because you’re so quiet. So like I said, lots of reassurance, and once you get more comfortable with each other, further into your relationship he’ll learn your tells, how your jaw will tick when you’re getting annoyed, or how your brows furrow.

Anyways, he’ll be like “n-nah, not really. I was just asking if youuu wanted to go out.” And I’m telling you, you’ll be so done with this man. Like.

You’ll say something like “Nope, actually I’m fine here.” Just to mess with him so he’s suffering inside. Wally patience is so thin. My man will literally “tough it out” if you can even call it that for another ten minutes, at most.

Then he’s like “ugh, I give up, woman!” And you’re smiling placing your book down or whatever and getting up. “Shall we go, Wally?” And he’s just grinning at you, speeding over to you and pushing you down, kissing you too you lose your breath. Then he wins. You won the first game, the waiting game, but he’s winning this one. He knows just how to make you flustered anytime. Oh my gosh and he’s always stealing your food. Seriously you can’t eat anything around this man.

“Babe. Baaabe. Can I have some? Please?” That’s him.

If you’re on your period, Wally will show up at your place with so many bags of all your favorite fast food places. At first he might not know, and he’ll show up to your house, using his key to get in and coming to your room seeing you all curled up in bed, and he’ll be like “babe. You didn’t respond to my meme. Are you mad at me?:( and then he’ll realize. Oh…ohhhhhh

Honestly he probably wouldn’t get it at first, Wally’s the type of person to not understand what you’re trying to convey to him. Like if you’re quiet and you’re trying to beat around the bush and tell him you’re on your period in a way where you really don’t have to tell him, he’s not gonna understand. He’s gonna be like what? Huh? Babe what are you talking about. He’s frustrating like that in the best way, but sometimes it gets irritating especially when it’s a give and take situation; like push and pull. You’re quiet reavers and a little shy and really don’t wanna have to tell him this but he’s pressing you for information and he’s confused which makes it ten times worse because when Wally’s confused about something he presses even harder for answers until you end up coming out with it.

“Wally, I’m on my period, okay?!” And he’s like….ah…got it.

“Ohh….ill be right back babe.” And five minutes later he’s whooshing back into your room with bags of your favorite fast food stuff and cliche stuff from stores like pads in EVERY size because he forgot to ask, chocolates, etc. he’ll set down the bags of food and you’re all excited and when you go through it, half the containers are opened and empty, and he’s just like

“…🧍‍♂️🤷‍♂️what? I may have had some…on the way over here…” with crumbs on his mouth and it’s so endearing but you’re cranky so you’re mad at him but he’s too cute and such a loveable dork that you really can’t stay mad at him when he looks at you with those green eyes and that stupid smile. Especially not when he’s willing to sit still in bed just to cuddle with you all day because you aren’t feeling well. One of the few times he can actually come himself to Keep. Still.

Also I fully believe that he just keeps a fidget toy in his back pocket or something. Maybe even something of yours like a scrunchie or one of your bracelets that he can fidget with when he’s bored. You’re always finding little things like that of yours going missing and the next time you’re cuddling with him, you hear the familiar sound of your charm bracelet jingling and he’s flicking it around in his hands and you’re like “😑” and he’s like “😶wut?”

If he’s with you, then he’s playing with your hair, or fiddling with your clothes, or he’s playing with your hands or the bracelet or rings on your hands. Wally acts really tough and like a hotshot but in reality with you he’s so so insecure. Wally knows he can be a WHOLE handful; and he knows he can be annoying and since you’re so quiet he’s constantly worried you won’t say anything to him when he is bugging you, like k said before. So sometimes he’s hesitant to touch you or to talk to you if there’s something on his mind and you can tell he may be hesitant to let you know because he doesn’t wanna bother you especially when he knows he gets carried away very easily. Just please reassure this boy and give him lost or attention and confirmation.

One last thing! Especially if he’s bored and you’re with him, and he just wants attention. Like hell get jealous of your book because you’re reading it even though you’re RIGHT there next to him; but he’ll be like. “Babe.” And if you hear him but don’t really register his voice or the fact that he’s calling you, being so wrapped up in your book, man’s will grab the book and toss it to the other side of the room with an angry pout and his arms crossed, eyes closed like “😤” And then when it’s too quiet he opens his eyes to see you staring at him like “🫢wtf?” And he’s like “😔I’m sorry, babe but you weren’t paying attention to me and just got jealous.”

Then he’s getting up, albeit sulkily to go get your book, bringing it back to you like a puppy bringing a stick back to its owner and he’s plopping back down beside you, sulkily! Until you’re like “alright, alright, come here” and he goes from “😞to🤩” real fast, and bounding into your arms, cuddling you. He’s content just tj have any attention from you, even if it means he has to sit still for it.

Wally’s just ugh! He’s so puppy coded. You’ll have to take him outside frequently because he gets too pent up inside.

You have to constantly give him affection and attention otherwise he gets silly and silly and has outbursts.

He’s always whining when something doesn’t go his way or how he wants.

Literally has to show you every accomplishment he makes and has to hear you say something nice about it otherwise he’ll crumble because if he’s not showing you and if you don’t see the cool things he’s done then what’s even the point?😕

He’s so excitable and he’s just always energetic.

Loves to lay on top of you with all his weight and just have you play with his messy constantly wind blown hair.

We talked about him eating your food but he just loves sharing his food with you too. Wally is generous and an adorably messy eater, like hell have his mouth stuffed full with a loaded sub and he’ll take you staring at him incredulously as in “how and why on earth are you actually shoving that much food into your mouth is that even possible?” As “omg walls your sandwich looks so yummy please can I have some?” And he’ll be like “huh? You want?” And he won’t give you a chance to say anything before he’s got his hand on your jaw firm but gentle and shoving food down your throat and once you finally swallow the huge bite of whatever it is he’s decided to feed you that day, you’re just like “….sigh. Thanks, babe.” And he’s all like “😗😉😁you’re welcome babe.”

He’s so silly and stupid but in the best way possible like omg.

Just puppy energy Wally has me😩

Hope this was to your liking, sweets, I kind of merged it with another request from a friend, she asked me for a bookworm/nerd! reader with Wally so I brought these two together and here you go! Enjoy!

[dravid-writes]

"Thorn?"

But the moment I call out, Thorn immediately sprints away, not even glancing in my direction.

"Thorn! Wait!" I run after them, up the rocky slope, struggling to keep up. Rushing up the mountain path and panting for breath, I turn a corner just in time to see Thorn trip on a stray rock and fall off the edge. "Thorn!!"

I look down the cliff, and spot Thorn lying still at the bottom. No, no no no, this is exactly what I was trying to prevent!

I scramble back down the mountain. It wasn't that far of a drop, they might be alright. But they're probably injured, maybe a broken bone. What if they're hurt really badly? Should I bring them to a town? If I don't, they could die, but if I do…

I finally reach them, and I check over their body. They're breathing, thank Groudon, and I don't see any blood. Before I can think about what to do next, they groan and start to sit up.

"Oh! Thorn, are you okay? Hang on, I have an oran berry- Um, please don't run away! I- I'm sorry about what happened, but I want to help you, so please just hear me out!"

Thorn looks at me for a long while… "Do I know you?"

"… What?"

"Also, where am I, exactly?"

"Did… Did you… lose your memory? Again?"

"Again? Is amnesia a regular thing for me? Because that would explain a lot. Speaking of explaining, could you please do that?"

"Right, um, so, your name is Thorn- Well, technically that's not your real name, but anyway, you're a rescuer- Er, you were, but right now… A lot is happening…"

"Oh. That sounds important. So, what's happening right now? What were we doing before I suddenly lost my memory?"

Oh jeez, where do I even begin? And how do I explain that I betrayed them…

Wait. They don't remember that I betrayed them.

"… Okay, so, you were falsely accused of a crime, and now everyone is chasing after you. We need to find the truth so we can set things right."

"Okay, okay… So, what about you? You said I'm the one being chased, so… why are you with me?"

"Oh, um, well… I'm… I'm Compass, and I… I was your teammate."

"Hmm…" Thorn thinks over my story. Can they tell I'm lying? I mean I'm technically not, but I'm hiding the truth, and they're really good at reading me, and they've been thinking for a long time and they definitely see right through me- "Okay, got it. So what's the plan?"

"… Huh?"

"The plan. For how we'll find the truth."

"Oh. Um. I don't really know…"

"Well I'm certainly not gonna be any help, so you better think of something, partner."

"…"

"… Partner?"

"R-right! I'll make a plan, and we'll figure this out together!"

As we travel around, I fill in Thorn on more of the details; the Ninetales legend, the world's balance, our work as a rescue team, everything I can, with one exception. Fortunately, that topic never comes up.

"So, I used to be a human? Yeah, that sounds right. Pretty unfortunate how that matches up with the legend."

"Once we find Ninetales, we'll be able to prove your innocence."

"Sure hope we find them soon, this cold is killing me…" Thorn suddenly snaps to attention, grabbing my arm and pulling me off the path and behind a bush. Before I can say a word, they shush me with a finger, remaining still and silent.

I follow their example. Soon enough, I hear voices coming down the path; a rescue team.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, the snow DOES look kinda melted. Do all fire-types leave footprints like that in snow?"

"Most of them, yeah."

"And that shape looks like- Ah, darn it, they went off the path!"

"Don't worry, the tracks are fresh, they should still be nearby-"

Thorn leaps out from the bush, just barely missing one of the rescuers with a swing of their club!

"WHOA! Uh, yeah, definitely nearby!" The team takes a fighting stance-

"Wait!" I run out after Thorn. "We don't want to fight!"

The rescuer looks at Thorn. "You don't?"

Thorn looks at me. "We don't?"

"No, we don't. We're here searching for Ninetales, so that we can get the truth and clear Thorn's name."

The pair exchange a baffled glance. "You're out here, in the wilderness, alone with the human? You KNOW what happened to their last partner."

"No, I don't, none of us do! We don't know whether Thorn is the human from the legend. We need to know the whole truth before doing anything drastic. Jumping to conclusions will just get people hurt!"

"'Jumping to conclusions'? You're saying that, you of all people-"

The moment I realize where the conversation is headed, I shoot a bolt of fire to interrupt them. Thorn immediately dashes forward to bonk them on the head.

So much for avoiding the fight…

Once the team is down, we retreat into the frosty forest and find a safe hiding place to rest. I hadn't realized that keeping my… past actions a secret would be so difficult. "Thorn, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Got a few bruises, but nothing serious. I kept trying to kick them with my stubby legs. Must be a human instinct. You alright?"

I nod. "I'm fine…"

"… So, about that conversation…"

Oh no!

"You don't actually know that I'm innocent?"

"Oh. Well, um, no. Not even you knew, actually, because of your amnesia."

"So I might actually be the human from the legend…"

… I want to say no. I want to reassure them, tell them I think they're innocent, but… I don't know. What if they are the human? What if when we find Ninetales, they curse Thorn like they meant to, or worse?! What if I'm leading them to their death?.. No. I won't let that happen. "Whatever happens, I'll stay by your side, Thorn. Even if you are the human from the legend, then we'll find some other way to restore the world's balance. I won't abandon you."

Thorn… smiles. "Thanks. I'm glad I'm not doing this alone."

After many travels and many battles, we finally find ourselves far above the world, ready to climb Sky Tower and meet Rayquaza. We know so much now that we couldn't have even imagined back then. But something's been weighing on me the whole way… "Um, Thorn? I know this probably… definitely isn't the best time, but… Well… Maybe it's selfish of me to wait until now to say it… And I probably shouldn't distract you before such an important job-"

"Hey. It's okay. After risking your life fighting a god, I think you deserve to be a little selfish."

"Okay… Well… Remember how you were falsely accused? I… didn't exactly tell you everything-"

"I know."

"Huh?" I meet Thorn's gaze. "You… know?" They know. I can see it in their eyes. Did they recover their memory? When? How long have they known? And… why are they smiling?

"I forgive you, Compass."

"… I… You…"

"Come on, partner, we've got another god to chat with, and I have a feeling this one won't be any friendlier than the last."

"… Y-yeah. You're right." I thought letting the truth out would hang over us, but now… I feel lighter than I have in a month.

[maximotts]

𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 || 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

a/n: happy halloween, gays!! It is uhh... 8:30pm on the day and I got tired of editing this now massive fic, but we're gonna ignore that and post anyways because it's my planned Halloween fic. Time isn't real, have some possessive sorority!Wanda

warnings: 18+, minors DNI; smut; fingering (r giving); lowkey Wanda manipulating the situation because she got everyone out of the house?; pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby); semi-clothed sex; good gay lap sits; probably other things that I'm forgetting rn but literally just.. more of my sorority!AU stuff

summary: Wanda heard of your crush, but you never acted on it. That was fine until she saw you talking to other girls, then it became her job to take you away before anyone else could.

words: 5.6K

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“Will you be a dear and come help me pick out what to wear tonight?” You nearly broke your neck with how fast your head whipped around. Wanda was behind you, fiddling with her signature rings, the sweetest pout you’d ever seen on her face. As president of her sorority, Wanda tried her best to look nice at every party she attended and Halloween was certainly no exception. On paper it was a lovely little bonding activity amongst the sororities and fraternities on campus, but anyone with eyes and ears knew that it was going to be an outright rager. But still, Wanda needed to look good.

Usually she asked Natasha or Carol; those three were an inseparable trio. Everyone loved them and anyone who didn’t, well, you didn’t see those types of people around much. They’d pledged in their first year together and now, two years later, they were practically untouchable. You were a new pledge, somehow Natasha’s husky voice enticed you to try out and Carol’s strong arms pushed you through every weird trial they put newbies through during rush week. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought they’d decided to let you join as soon as they set eyes on you and they just wanted to see you suffer the humiliation of hazing for their own amusement.

But the final straw was Wanda Maximoff.. With her bright green eyes and dazzling smile, she could tell you to set the world on fire and you would grab the closest match. You didn’t get to talk to her much; partially because of conflicting schedules, but mostly because you became the clumsiest fool alive in her presence. The last thing you wanted to do after being allowed to join the sorority was make your crush on the president known, how embarrassing.

You realized she was staring at you expectantly, trying to hold back laughter at whatever stunned face you must be pulling. “You seem to be the only one here and I’m so indecisive..” Her voice sounded mildly exasperated, like she’d been trying by herself for a while already with no luck. “If you’re too busy I can just-”

“No! I’ll help!” Scrambling off of the couch, you discarded the book you’d been reading, quickly stepping around to stand by her. “Whatever you choose will look amazing, I’m sure! You’re already just so hot- I mean, pretty- no ugh.. great. You’re great.” Mentally you were banging your head against the wall; even after months, you could barely manage a sentence around her. If you could just give her some simple feedback and keep it together, it’d all be fine.

Wanda hid her chuckle behind her hand, unable to fully hide that she’d heard your fumbling. She wanted to see more of it. Over the past few weeks, she’d gotten word of a possible crush from around the house- a new pledge who was practically falling over herself to avoid Wanda for fear of letting it slip. At first she was content to just watch you from afar, silently knowing she could count on you for any random task, but then the parties started and it was becoming clear that there were other people who wanted your attention. That just wouldn’t do. She wanted you and she always got what she wanted. You were hers, whether you knew it yet or not.

“Come with me, sweet girl, I don’t have all day.” She took your hand and pulled you along with her, pretending to ignore the way your cheeks flushed deep at her sudden choice of nickname for you.

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As president, Wanda occupied the largest room in the house. She was known to host sleepovers on certain weekends, ordering the nicest foods and supplying more self-care activities than any one girl could handle in a single night. It was infamous, rumors spreading of who kissed who and what secrets were shared to the wrong person lasted for a while. No one turned down the invitation: except you. ‘Something’ came up at the last minute and you had to rush away one of your friend’s dorm rooms to hide for the night.

Consequently, this was your first time stepping into her room and it was the perfect reflection of her. Neutral colors adorned the space, splashes of red here and there for variety, and plants by the window all screamed Wanda’s influence. Unfortunately you weren’t able to do more than get a quick passing glance because Wanda was rushing you along to her closet. Which, closet was a misleading term- it was the biggest you’d ever seen and in the back of your mind you wondered if she’d somehow taken over what would’ve been a neighboring room because somehow, on the topmost level of the house, her room was the only one there.

As much solitude she needed when she had guests or wanted privacy. And you two were the only ones home right now. You didn’t know whether to run or ask to stay forever. “Do you like it?”

You turned to her blankly, still trying to take in the gigantic space being used to house one singular college student. “Uh- yeah it’s nice. I can see why you have so many people over.” Wanda tilted her head, regarding you with a furrowed brow while you realized the implications of your words. “No wait, I didn’t mean it like that! You have a normal amount of people over I’m sure, not like you’re a- no no, I’m not going to even go there.. I just meant that everyone always talks about spending time here and it’s very cozy here and I get it now!”

She could’ve stopped the ongoing stream of word vomit at any time, but it was too cute. In her trio of friends, Wanda was arguably the least intimidating, always offering a kind smile to anyone who needed reassurance, but no matter how sweet she was when you happened to cross paths, you were helpless around her and she loved how powerful it made her feel. True, she could have anyone, but you were just so sweet and innocent. Her girl to snatch up and keep forever.

“You weren’t at my sleepover though,” Wanda put on her best pout, bottom lip sticking out as she turned away from you to wander through her closet, picking out possible dresses for the night. She’d put on her cutest nightgown just for you when she was putting together her party; that was the night she wanted to make her intentions known, but somehow you’d slipped away with an emergency that Carol saw through as soon as she’d heard. Wanda spent the whole night irritated beyond belief, refusing to participate in anything and hostile to anyone who asked her what was wrong. Everyone actually in attendance had seen the scary side of Wanda, watching her obsessively pull every bit of information about the friend you were staying with out of anyone who had the misfortune of coming too close to her. None of it was enough to quell the possessiveness running through her veins, “I heard you went to go see your friend instead.”

You didn’t miss the distaste dripping from the ‘friend’ part of her sentence, but you figured she was upset about your absence more so than who you were with. You never could have guessed it was a strange mix of both. “Sorry about that, but you probably wouldn’t have had much fun with me anyways. I don’t do well with parties, I get way too nervous.”

“Oh I don’t know, sweetheart,” Wanda had her gaze set on herself in the mirror, switching between two possible outfits on hangers in front of her, “I think I would’ve had a lot of fun with you.” She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know how she’d caught you off guard; your small squeak was enough. The brunette did turn around though, looking clueless as ever as she held out the two dresses. “Which is better?”

Shaking your head, you tried to focus on giving your opinion, but the thought of her in either -a red strapless thing or a black one with an open back- continued your downward spiral. This shouldn’t be this hard— crushing on Wanda Maximoff was unrealistic and unattainable, especially if you could only act like an idiot. “Uhm.. the red one?”

She gave a hum in response, pretending to think about what you said. “I’ll just have to try them on. Sit over there.” Her voice was authoritative, leaving no room for argument, and you were curling up in the vanity chair before you knew any better. And suddenly sitting down was your only solace because Wanda was stripping down in front of you as if she was alone and your entire body went numb.

Wanda was gorgeous from head to toe; you knew that, thought about it more times than you’d like to admit, but seeing her? No one else could compare. It took everything in the older girl not to kiss you right there, watching your gaze struggle between staring and looking anywhere but here through the mirror reflection. How cute. She pulled the dress over her head with a fake struggle, shimmying the short garment down until it settled just past her hips. That dress was made just to torment you, you were sure. There was no other explanation for why Wanda was standing mere feet away from you, scrutinizing her appearance as if there was anything at all to fix.

“You look nice! More than nice, really, I think you should wear that one. No one will be able to take their eyes off of you.” You were shifting in your seat, trying to get your mind off of how uncomfortable sitting was becoming, but then Wanda was looking over her shoulder at you with wide eyes, like she was shocked to hear such a compliment from you and you had to bite down hard on the inside of your cheek.

It was then you realized that for however much you ranted about her to your friends, you’d barely talked to Wanda past a casual conversation. She didn’t seem to have that much interest in you until today; part of you wondered why now, but, flustered as you were, you didn’t hate spending time with her. With the look Wanda was giving you, it didn’t seem to mind it either, “You really think so?”

“Of course! People look at you all the time anyways, but with that? There’s no doubt.” Her face looked so genuinely touched and it confused you, certainly she knew how much everyone adored her. Hearing it from just a lowly new pledge shouldn’t be that meaningful.

But Wanda wanted to hear it from you. As far as she knew, you weren’t one to just hand out compliments so if she’d gotten one from you, you must really like her, right? It’d be so much easier to keep you if you truly wanted her. And she could make you need her to look at you like she was now, full of adoration and kindness; everyone else already did. “Zip me up?”

She’d asked it innocently, but before you could even start to stand, Wanda was kneeling in front of your chair with her back facing you. Her hair fell gracefully over her shoulder with gentle coaxing and the skin of her neck and upper back was laid bare to you, much to the dismay of your barely hanging on sanity. Your hands were shaky as they reached out, careful not to pinch any of the unmarred skin of her back— somehow you managed, “There you go, all set.”

“Mm.. thank you, dear,” Her voice was sinfully sweet which set you on edge enough, but then she was turning around and settling herself between your legs. A head fell gently, soft cheek pressed into the top of your thigh, and when her hand rested on the other, you were sure this was the end of you. “Do you know what makes me sad?”

“N-No? What’s wrong?” She’d just looked so happy; you wanted that Wanda back. You longed to run your thumb over her pouting lips, just to maybe watch her smile again.

“You went to the homecoming party we hosted and then other random ones. I know because I saw you there... dancing with other girls, letting them cuddle with you at the end of the night on couches,” Wanda could hear the contempt rise in her voice, hardening with the thought of anyone else so freely touching what should be hers. She caught herself before you noticed, switching back to the gentle voice you’d come to automatically tune into, “But when I invited you to my sleepover, you made up some excuse to get away. Every time I see you, you’re never around long… Do you just not like me?”

God her eyes were so green. They were so clear, searching your own curiously as if she was trying to read your thoughts. “Of course I like you!” Like was an understatement; more and more Wanda was occupying your thoughts. It was a genuine embarrassment at this point and the things rolling through your mind as she sat knelt between your legs was doing nothing to lessen that. “I-I just..”

“Just what?” She looked over your flushed cheeks, your fingers rapidly tapping against the chair arm, how tense your body was so close to hers as if one wrong move would be the death of you- it was near impossible to hold back the sadistic grin begging to spread across her face. “Do I make you nervous, baby girl?”

You were sure you were on fire by now. There was no way flames weren’t licking at your cheeks after such a choice name, one you didn’t expect to react so strongly to. “Well, maybe a little?” Wanda was frowning now, sitting up straighter while her thumbs rubbed slow circles into your inner thighs.

Subtly as you could, you chanced one shift, just one to try to free yourself from the nagging wetness so evident between your thighs, and Wanda caught it. She knew she had you. Now all she had to do was officially make her claim. This was always her favorite part. “Oh don’t be nervous, I’d never hurt you.” Not unless you wanted her to— or if you stepped out of line, but there was no need for that yet.

Wanda finally got up from her knees and you thought maybe, finally, you could take a breath, but then she was settling herself on your lap with her hands on your shoulders and the exhale you let out was anything but steady. Her dress was so short that if you’d dared look down you were sure you could see a hint of the lace panties you’d admired from afar just moments ago, long legs folded on either side of your own in what now seemed to be the smallest chair ever. You were so precious trying to keep your eyes in just the right place, scared of ever possibly offending her; Wanda wondered when you’d catch on that she was coming onto you this whole time. She wanted you to stare at her greedily, to ruin looking at anyone else ever because you had her- what more could you possibly want?

“Do you want to make me happy?” You nodded dumbly, watching her sit up on her knees to tower over you just a bit, her long hair landing on your shoulders now. A stern hand cupped your chin and tilted your head to look up at her. Wanda looked serious all of a sudden and somehow even without her saying it outright, you knew you needed to comply. With a second nod of approval, Wanda grinned, victorious. “Good girl.”

She pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, pleased with your submission. Your hands settled on her hips as if you were touching glass, as if you could ever scare her away. You were right where she wanted you. “I’m going to keep you all to myself, little pledge.”

You shivered at the nickname, gaining enough confidence to press small circles into the tops of Wanda’s hips with your thumbs. The breath you took was stupidly deep; here you were, the object of your affections holding your head in her perfectly soft hands and telling you she wanted you (to keep you, whatever she meant by that) and yes, maybe she was being a bit forward about it, but if you were being honest, it was kind of hot. All you had to do was say yes. With the way Wanda was looking at you, you were sure anything but yes would ruin your social life for the rest of college. Thankfully you’d already made up your mind.

Nervous as you were, you gripped her hips harder and pulled her in until your noses were touching, “I want that.. with you..” Wanda’s grin grew impossibly wide, over the moon with the evening’s events.

“I know exactly how you can keep me happy right now.” Wanda watched as your eyes grew wide, pupils blown with equal parts lust and shock. It was hard to restrict herself to just one motion of her hips meeting yours, instantly needing more. If she were the type to beg, she would’ve asked by now. But Wanda didn’t beg for anything. She grabbed your hand with gentle determination, lacing her fingers with your own so sweetly you nearly forgot she was grinding against your leg for a second. “If you want to play, that is?” Your joined hands met where you were too nervous to look, but shaking fingertips grazed damp fabric and in what was probably the boldest move you’ve ever made, you pressed into the lace. You hadn’t given a care to how she’d react, your only thought to feel what was now so torturously close to you.

Almost instantaneously, Wanda giggled and you froze, humiliation at your eagerness washing over you. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

“Yes you did.” She was kissing you with purpose now and if that wasn’t overwhelming enough, the brunette was rolling her hips against your still entwined hands.The way she moved had you thinking she was mimicking how she typically got off alone, not so subtly showing you how she’d learned to tease herself— apparently she loved ruining her entire wardrobe of undergarments for the sake of her own pleasure. Struggling to keep up, you moaned into the kiss and Wanda’s tongue slipped into your mouth, easily taking the lead while she explored the arching outlines of your teeth. She must’ve sensed your nerves because she was shushing you, pecking the corners of your lips while letting you catch your breath. Her bottom half didn’t stop moving though, too selfish to sacrifice the pleasant friction while she soothed you. “You’re okay, sweetheart, I’m not mad. In fact,” Wanda kissed a trail over to your ear, tugging your earlobe between her teeth for a second too long before speaking again, “I’d really like it if you kept going.”

Everything in you screamed to give her what she wanted. You weren’t clueless; you knew what she was talking about, but the fear of possibly disappointing her kept you stuck. Besides a few fumblings around with other girls, you’d never done much by way of giving and definitely not with someone as breathtaking as Wanda. When you looked at her again, it was with dread, afraid your hesitancy had angered her, but all you saw were those kind eyes again. More mischievous than you’d ever seen them, but still gentle. “I don’t want to do the wrong thing.”

“Ah, don’t worry, my sweet girl, I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.” She laughed, a soft, light thing that set your mood at ease. “I’ll show you just what to do. You only need to know how to make me feel this way from now on anyway, don’t you, darling?” You nodded in time with her, the idea of learning all the ins and outs of Wanda, just Wanda, both calming your nerves and tightening the coil in the pit of your stomach. She pulled away just long enough to shimmy out of the chair and pull the thin lace from her hips, leaving it on the floor to sit atop you again.

The heat of her core on your thigh enticed you instantly, but when she’d gotten up, she also dropped your hand and you were reaching out for her, “Wanda..” She took your hand again, silently heartwarmed you wanted to keep holding it.

“Hush now, do what I tell you,” Like clockwork, Wanda brought you back between her thighs and this time you gathered the courage to look down. Her tight dress stayed bunched above the curve of her hips, giving you full access to the clean-shaven pussy you were ashamed to admit you’d dreamt about more nights than not. “I want you to fuck me on your fingers and then whenever you’re tempted to touch another girl, you’ll remember how I feel instead.” She turned your open palm to cup her, squeezing your hand until you got the hint and did the same to her body, molding into shape until you could feel her from the base of your wrist to the tips of your fingers. Wanda was hot, burning up even, and you wanted, no— needed, to sate her desires. To make her just as flustered as she always made you. You wanted to be so good at it that you were the only one she sought out when she needed to alleviate any ache.

Her hand left yours to steady herself against the arm of the chair, “Go on, you can touch.” And so you did. Moving slowly over the length of her, studying every twitch of her muscles when you made contact with certain places; you wanted to see it all. “I didn’t give you permission to tease,” Wanda’s firm warning reminded you of your task and you sparked into action, parting her folds and running your fingers along slick skin. You could just barely smell her, heady and sweet as you explored. Your pride swelled when you found her clit and Wanda hissed, round and prominent against the sides of your fingers. “That’s it, baby, just like that.” Trapping the nub between your first two fingers, you squeezed ever so lightly and Wanda bucked into the painful pleasure. It was agonizing moving so intently, being touched right next to where she wanted, no matter how she twisted and turned. She didn’t know where you learned that trick, but fuck, it was driving her to such an irritation fueled neediness. “Circles, now. Use your thumb.”

The speed at which you obeyed shocked even you. Chalking it up to naive eagerness and following directions, the pad of your thumb met the bud previously trapped between your fingers, trying a few experimental lazy circles. “Like that?” It was Wanda’s turn to nod fervently, a moan deep in her throat as you found the perfect rhythm.

“Just like that… tell me, do you think about having me like this often?” The rough texture of your thumb drove her wild, especially once you found your footing. Confidence gave you the willpower to speed up without her having to ask, the slippery friction only making her rut into you harder.

A change of direction that almost made Wanda’s knees buckle snapped your focus to your lap, catching just a glimpse of her deep pink center each time she went forward, “I think about you a lot, Wanda..” Your voice sounded entranced and maybe you were because the sorority president definitely occupied a good chunk of your thoughts each day, particularly when you found your mind wandering to less socially appropriate topics. “You’re so stunning, just want to make you feel as bad as I do for you.”

The admission had Wanda clenching around nothing, a fresh gush of wetness threatening to leak down her thighs and she knew, as blissfully good your fingers felt on her, she needed you inside. “Oh baby, you have no idea..” You dared to tug at her clit while she was talking, cutting off her thoughts mid-sentence with an almost pitifully needy squeak, “That wasn’t very nice, don’t interrupt me again.” She leant in for what you thought was a kiss, but turned out to be a painful nip at your lips, her sharp teeth drawing blood.

“You’ve done so well so far, such a quick learner.” Wanda’s tongue soothed over the throbbing sting of her bite, a quick apology for her bought of anger because she saw a tear pricking at the corner of your eye. “None of that now, baby, you’re okay. I need you to fuck me now, do you think you’re ready for that?” She grabbed your wrist again just long enough to draw you downwards, pleased that you got the hint and rested your fingertips at her entrance. “Just one right now, don’t you dare add another until I say.”

She was breathy as you circled her hole while she instructed you, but the lingering hurt on your lips reminded you she was still very much in control and in charge. “I’ve thought about fucking you since I saw you at the first invite meeting..” Why you were telling her this, you didn’t know. If you could guess, Wanda enjoyed hearing how much she played on your mind and, if it helped you get to your end goal of feeling her fall apart on your fingers, you’d tell her even her darkest secrets. “You make me so nervous every time you’re around, I was always scared I’d slip up and say something embarrassing so I tried to stay away.” You pushed one finger into her slowly, savoring the first time feeling her sheathed around your digit. Wanda was impossibly hot, already gripping you like she wanted more than the thickness of only one of your fingers, but you made yourself wait. You’d never forgive yourself if you fucked this up now.

“What were you scared you’d say to me?” The brunette let her chin rest on your shoulder, her low voice resonating almost directly into your ear. You liked this position; it let you feel her breath quicken as you started to move your hand, pulling almost all the way out before pressing in once more. “Keep going, work me open and I’ll let you put another one in.”

It should’ve been illegal for Wanda to say things like that to you; you hadn’t expected her to be such a talker. She was typically so quiet unless she needed to interact, but then again, you were also quiet and the list of naughty things you wanted to say to her was endless. “U-Uh.. I was always worried I’d talk about how kissable I think you look, especially when you get all dressed up for parties. Or how whenever I see your legs, I think about them wrapped around my head.. I’m looking at them now and I just- wow..” Your finger found a steady pace and Wanda wrapped her arms around you, hands gripping your shoulders as she so obviously tried to hold back any noises that sounded too submissive. Selfishly, you made a vow to force them out of her one day.

“Mm..” Wanda didn’t know why she was torturing herself; she’d thought about this with you for so long. She’d painstakingly arranged so many things for everyone to be out of the house and non-disruptive this afternoon just to have you right where she did now— why she denied both of you the satisfaction of finally fucking her properly was sheerly masochism on her part. “Is that why you won’t stop looking down?” She heard the deep gulp you took, knowing you’d been caught unabashedly staring at the junction of her hips for way too long and too intently to be just nerves.

Maybe you should have been looking at her, but you were too busy committing the sight of her to memory to raise your head. “You’re just gorgeous all over, Wanda. I can’t help it,” You gave her an especially deep thrust, as far as your bent fingers would allow, just to watch the clench of her lower tummy… some previously untapped part of you wanted to bite it. “I was terrified to say I wanted you because I want only you. You’re all I think about.. the thought of sitting so close to you at your sleepover.. I couldn’t have survived without falling all over myself all night.”

If Wanda had known she had you this wrapped around her finger already, she would’ve made her move sooner. So many nights stewing over your niceties to other girls could’ve been saved; none of them got to have you like this, you didn’t want anyone besides her to. You were already hers long before today, “Second finger, fuck me how you imagined I’d like it.” You pulled out short, plunging back in with two fingers until they were buried in her tight cunt without another thought.

Wanda was gasping, fingers clawing at your upper arms while you fucked into her with determination. You’d never say it aloud, but you thought about what Wanda would sound like split open on your fingers more than you thought about her doing the same to her. Reality was so much sweeter than your imagination. She was soaking your hand, fingers glistening every time you pulled out; idly, you wondered if she’d let you taste her if you made her happy enough. “You’re already so tight around my fingers. If you look, you can see how much you’re dripping onto my hand… Is it because I said I only want you?” You felt her nod, pulling a whine from her as you finally curled your fingers. “It’s true, you know. How could I ever want anyone else when you’re right here? You can keep me as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

She must’ve looked down because she shifted, her hips now moving in time with your wrist as much as she could in her shaky state. Your free hand moved to help guide her, grounding her jerky motions, and this time when you curled your fingers, it was perfect. “There! Right there.. do it again, please—!” Self-preservation told you to ignore the ‘please’ part and just do what she said, hitting the same spot each time you bottomed out in her.

Wanda was close to breaking, it would just take one final push. You brought your thumb back to her neglected clit, running quick strokes over it until she was crying out. If you’d eased your focus for just one second, you would’ve missed your name amongst her stream of expletives, but you were blessed enough to hear it and the sound was music to your ears. “I love you like this…” Pure awe and excitement kept you from saying anything remotely intelligent, but as Wanda came down from her high, she buried her face into the crook of your neck so you figured you must’ve done something right. “Thank you,” After a moment of silence, Wanda made a vague noise of confusion, her brain not yet letting her formulate a response. “I mean for you know, this? I’d really like to do it again— well, we should do this again?”

You shut yourself up before you could embarrass yourself further, but then Wanda was stretching, fully sitting on your lap now, and you could feel evidence of her orgasm seeping through your pants. “What part of ‘I’m keeping you’ implied that this was ever a one time thing?” Her smirk left you blushing, fidgeting in the chair to offset the chance of you saying anything even more stupid. Some part of you didn’t think she was serious when she’d mentioned it earlier; surely she wouldn’t want to date an average lowly sophomore when she was both a junior and president of her sorority. Wanda could have any one and she really did want you.

While you were distracted, she took her fingers from your lap and nudged wet fingertips against your lips. “Open.” Your mouth opened wide for her to place the intrusion in, only to drop her own hand, trusting you to know what to do. Of course you did, having wanted to for months and silently lamenting you didn’t get to fulfill that dream today as well. The quick taste of her you did get threatened to have your eyes rolling back in your skull, especially when Wanda was watching you so intently, overjoyed that her new girl was turning out to be more obedient than she could’ve hoped. “I think it’s about time we get you dressed too.”

“I don’t really have anything to wear-” Your hand fell back to her side, your calm evening plans suddenly dashed. The Halloween classics movie marathon was probably already in full swing, it just dawned on you, but Wanda’s pout told you she wouldn’t be taking no for an answer for this event.

“I’ll let you borrow something I have here!” Wanda stood up on shaky legs, adjusting her dress and, much to your dismay, forgoing any other underwear. She combed her fingers through your mussed hair, fussing with it as she thought of an outfit that would match hers. As much as you would miss your movies, you wouldn’t trade anything for the affectionate touches you were now on the receiving end of. “You’re not going to skip out on any other parties with me any time soon, sweetheart. I’m taking you everywhere, right by my side so you never miss me again.”

It was sheer assumption you’d miss her when she was gone. The assumption was correct. If you weren’t already hooked on Wanda before, she’d fully ensnared you now.

[hunting-season]

CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS !!! i'm vvv happy for you aaaaaa <333 could i request 22 w/ floyd ? i need more floyd content in my life !! oh also, *squeak*

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Floyd Leech | 22. "Stay there. I'm coming to get you." | semi-hurt/comfort

reader being chased, implied bullying, mentioned violence

You think this is karma, but not the regular type of karma when you do a bad thing and get away with it, a worse thing happens to you; or when you do a good thing, and something better happens to you.

No. You're in Twisted Wonderland, and here, karma is the black cat's yowl that breaks mirrors at your feet and forces you to stumble through the underside of a ladder.

"Where's that runt?!" a loud, growly voice shouts from somewhere close. You pause your breathing. "We need them for our plan!"

"Can't sniff 'em out either," says another. You hear loud sniffling, then a sneeze. "Think they dragged 'emself 'rough the water to wash off their scent."

Lots of angry growls and insults. You press yourself closer to the boxes you're hiding behind as you pull out your phone. Your shaky fingers hit Floyd's contact number as you hurriedly text him.

<< send help ppl look for me >> You shared your location with contact Floyd-ilicious!

You wonder if Floyd will respond to your message or see it at all. There are a couple spots in your DMs where it's just been you texting him with no responses. You've never worried about Floyd's response-less bouts since you'd see him around school or at Mostro Lounge, but now would be a really good time for Floyd to check his phone--

Floyd-ilicious sent << what stay where u r shrimpy im coming to u >>

"We need to get back at those damn Leeches and this magicless is going to be our ticket to that revenge."

"Ayahaha! Hell yea! I can't wait to see those guys panic. Especially Floyd!"

A round of cheers goes through the room you and your pursuers have taken up and a new round of heavy stomping shakes the room. You watch fearfully on as the boxes you're next to shake and jump. Oh, please don't fall, please don't fall, please don't fall--

BANG!

"Oi~ Shrimpy! Where are ya?" Floyd's voice rings throughout the room. There's a short silence before someone screams how he got there.

You peek out from behind the boxes and find that Floyd's already looking over at you and your frail cardboard defense. He's grinning as his eyes turn back to your pursuers and they glow brightly like they do when you two are playing Super Punch Partners.

"Well, I have to come when Shrimpy needs help, right? It's only fair since we're friends. A~nd," Floyd tilts his head in laughter, "friends would gladly squeeze people for each other!"

You would correct Floyd that no, friends don't normally do that, but ever since coming to Twisted Wonderland, you've found the views you hold have turned upside down. And really, if you're gonna have anyone throw a punch for you, you're glad you can count on Floyd to.

[godlessandwrecked]

down like sunsets | r. lupin

1978. summer at the Potters’ is always guaranteed to be a hell of a good time: swims in the lake, cold beer, apple picking and marshmallow roasting. remus can’t keep his hands off his girl.

WORD COUNT: 4,3k

PAIRING: remus lupin x fem reader

CONTENTS: NSFW 18+, fluffy smut and rem being a softie for his girl, oral sex (female receiving), kind of an exhibitionist vibe but not really, sirius and reader being besties that simultaneously hate each other, alcohol consumption

A/N: I couldn’t help myself, I had to write this so I could live my fantasy of spending the summer with the Marauders in the 70s, cause WHO the fuck wouldn’t want that? it inevitably turned steamy and I am: not sorry. this is just Remus being a needy puppy. that’s it, that’s the whole plot.

“Sirius, I swear, if you let me fall-”

“Will you calm down? I would never,” Sirius huffed through gritted teeth, his hold on your thighs getting tighter as he struggled to keep his balance with your added weight on his shoulders.

You stretched your arm out, the tips of your fingers barely grazing the glossy red apple hanging off the tree, “I can’t reach it, it’s too high.”

“Okay, I’m gonna jump,” Sirius exclaimed. “You get one chance.”

“What? Siri-”

Before you had time to finish the sentence, Sirius had already jumped, making you bounce up on his shoulders. You quickly stretched your arm out a little higher and managed to get a hold of the fruit in your hand, but Sirius lost his balance from the leap, his ankles wobbling, and you both tumbled onto the soft grass with a loud thump and a squeal. 

“So much for not letting me fall, you wanker,” you laughed, untangling your arms and legs and pushing Sirius away, who was sitting on top of you hand, still holding onto the apple. “Oh no! It has a fucking hole in it!”

Sirius stared at the apple silently for a second before he broke into an obnoxious laughter that echoed through the whole backyard, throwing his head back onto the ground and clutching his stomach in his hands.

“It’s not funny!”

“What are these knobheads up to now?” James stepped out of his house and into the yard where his friends were hanging out, holding a blue beach towel in one hand and a brick red radio in the other.

“Trying to manage without magic.” Remus was laying down on the grass, watching his girlfriend and his best friend with a huge grin on his face as you laughed like idiots under the apple tree. “It’s not going well, clearly.”

You got up from the ground, dusting the dirt from your hands and knees, and walked over to Remus, holding the apple up in your hand, your lips in a silly pout, showing him where the birds had ravaged the fruit and crushed your dreams of a sweet, freshly picked apple. 

“Aaww,” Remus cooed. “Poor baby,” Remus laughed softly, mimicking your expression in a mocking manner. He grabbed your hand and dragged you down to where he was sitting to peck your lips, as you mumbled “Not funny” between his smooches on your face.

“Lovebirds,” James whistled loudly, interrupting your sweet moment. “Let’s go for a swim! Pads, get the beer.”

And soon after, you were all lounging by the lake near James’ house, the same you’d gone to every single day that week, your bicycles laying in the grass by the shore.

The clear water shimmered beautifully under the scorching mid July sun, the soft waves glinting under the sunlight like crushed diamonds. The birds were chirping happily, and the air carried a soft flowery smell that made you all dizzy. It was your favorite type of day; one of those long, lazy summer afternoons spent swimming in the cool lake and nursing a cold beer.

The radio you’d brought with you from London was blasting some rock tune. Sirius bobbed his head to the song, whistling along to the guitar solo as he laid down on the grass on his towel, flicking his zippo open and shut in his hand as he took puffs from his cigarette with the other. Lily and James were in the water, looking more in love than ever, splashing and chasing each other and laughing fondly; all silly smiles and giggles.

You were laying next to Remus on your shared checkered towel, and he couldn’t have been happier. Your head was resting on the crook of his neck, the water droplets dripping from your wet hair tickling him as they trickled down his neck and pooled on his collarbone. The fruity lotion you had put on was making his head fuzzy, and although his hand was holding your waist, his fingers itched to feel more.

It had been hard for Remus to sit there in only his swimming trunks the first time he’d stayed over at James’ for the summer, with faded scars littering his chest. They had always been a reminder of pain and distress, an anguish that loomed over him even on his best days. But now, years after, he was proud to say he sported his scars unashamedly and comfortably under the non-judgmental presence of his best mates. You all had seen him at his worst and had stuck with him through thick and thin, so there was no point in hiding such superficial things from the people who loved and supported him, and he knew that now.

You stirred by his side, planting a soft kiss on the base of his neck, eliciting a content smile and a squeeze of your waist from Remus. He really couldn’t keep his hands to himself, especially today. The powdery blue swimsuit you were wearing complemented your skin tone beautifully, and you almost reminded Remus of a cat, stretching out in the sun and soaking in its warmth.

You’d also insisted on helping him apply his sunscreen, claiming you didn’t want him to get a sunburn, so he’d had to fight back the urge to topple you onto the grass and kiss you dumb as you made him lay down on his stomach. Your slightly cooler hands felt like heaven under his flushed hot skin, massaging the lotion over his sun-kissed freckled back. 

He also just couldn’t stop his mind from wandering back to thoughts of your last night together in London, the week he’d spent at your house, meeting your parents and exploring your hometown through your eyes. That first night you’d shared together and thoughts of you both in your bedroom; of your soft lips and your sweet moans and your hands on him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it—about you—even as you laid beside him now.

“How the fuck is it so hot today?” Sirius exclaimed, holding a freezing beer can against his forehead as if to cool himself down before cracking it open. “This is England, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know,” you sighed, untangling yourself from Remus’ embrace and getting up from the grass. “I’m gonna go for another dip. Y’coming?”

“Yeah, wait for me,” he said, slowly getting up from where he was laying. 

“Oh, yes, cool,” Sirius spoke. “Leave me here feeling even more single than I already was. Thanks, Moony,” he said with a fake tone of annoyance.

“Don’t be dramatic. Give us some time and we’ll find you a girl, Pads. Or a guy.”

“Or a dog owner,” you said, giving Sirius a wink and a grin—to which he answered with the simple gesture of showing you his middle finger—and walking to the edge of the lake. 

Without a second of hesitation, you jumped, perfectly plunging into the greenish water head first. Remus followed behind you, diving in and emerging back up as quickly as he could, only to wrap his arms around you; his chest tightly pressed to your back, picking you up in the air and earning a high pitched squeal from you. He gave your cheek a sweet peck and let you go so you could swim away, swimming behind you. 

“Yeah, go ahead, rub it in!” you heard Sirius’ voice in the distance as you swam away from the shore.

You moves further into the lake, to a shadowy spot shielded from the burning sun by a huge tree, Remus trailing behind you in big, effortless arm strokes.

You couldn’t reach the bottom, but Remus could, so he pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around you, just so you wouldn’t have to make the effort of actively trying not to drown. Your legs wrapped around his torso, and his hands moved under you thighs, your arms around his neck and your foreheads resting against each other’s.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek affectionately once; and then once again, a little lower this time, again and again, cradling his jaw and chin as his face scrunched up in fake disgust. You giggled softly against his ear at his stupidity and went back to kissing him, only for him to rub his cheek against yours instead, scratching you with his stubble, and making you let out a muffled scream followed by a loud laugh.

Pulling back to look at you, sparkling eyes looking at him through soaked eyelashes, he leaned in closer, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, and humming against you contentedly as you tangled your fingers on the wet curls at the nape of his neck. Your lips molded together as his fingers moved slowly across your skin under the water, inching carefully towards your inner thigh in a dangerous trail. 

“Rem,” you warned, pulling away from his lips, an eyebrow raised.

“What?”

“Where’s your hand going?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,”  he teased, acting oblivious.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Wolf.”

“This is torture,” he complained in a childish manner, sighing as he leaned down to press a kiss to the valley of your breasts.

“Suck it up, my love.”

•••

The sun was setting down now, the bright forget-me-not blue melting into deep ambers and violets across the sky, the crescent moon bright and high up against it. Pink Floyd was playing on the radio on a late night session, the spacey melodies bidding farewell to another fun day, and everything was just good.

You’d all taken turns to take quick showers after coming back home from the lake, and had now settled on the backyard once more. You’d managed to build a bonfire with just a lighter and, surprisingly, no magic, and Lily and you had even found some sticks in the woods nearby to roast your marshmallows on. 

You were arguing with Sirius over said marshmallows, again. For the second time that week. The scene was truly comical, to the point where you would think you were fighting for a true life or death matter. Sometimes, Remus thought you both had surely been married in some other lifetime, because the amount of times you argued over nonsense was insane. 

The two of you had known each other for way longer than the rest of your friends had, as your parents had been acquaintances for a long time, and you had been this way with each other since before any of you could recall. You always had a playful bickering going, to see who could irk the other one more or have the last word. You enjoyed pissing each other off, but you were undoubtedly the best of friends; always there for each other, always ready to fight anyone that dared mess with the other. You had sort of an older brother-little sister bond that no one quite got, because as much as you loved each other, you were also at each other’s throats most of the time.

The many beers that had been consumed already weren’t of any help either. James’ parents were away on holiday, leaving the friend group all alone for the week, and it was safe to say that the beer had flowed freely. You’d bought the full stash of the little grocery store in the village close to the house, under the vigilant stare of the old lady selling it, and most of it was already gone. The chaotic energy was sky high, and the daily laughter attack accompanied by tears that always lasted at least a good ten minutes was sure to arrive at any minute now. 

You sat around the bonfire in the backyard, a wood stump serving as a table ready with all things necessary for your nightly snack. You were wearing Remus’ maroon sweater now that the temperatures had fallen along with the night, the sleeves of the garment rolled up as they were far too long for you, the hem reaching your mid thigh.

In Remus’ eyes, you looked adorable. He always felt a sense of pride that he couldn’t explain when you wore his clothes. It wasn’t possessiveness, Godric knows Remus wasn’t the type at all—but more of an endearing, happy and prideful feeling that made his chest warm and his heart ache in the best way.

You sat on his lap sideways, your legs dangling off the armrest of his camping chair, and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you under your shared blanket. You cozied up on his chest, resting your head on the crook of his neck like you always did. Your happy place.

You leant forward and picked up a big chunk of chocolate from the makeshift table, breaking it in half and offering a piece to Remus. He opened his mouth so you could feed him, and hummed softly when you did, savoring the sweet creaminess of the treat on his tongue appreciatively.

“So, do tell us what you lovebirds did in London. Did you have fun? Was there any snogging? Any touching, perhaps?” James asked curiously, poking a hole through a marshmallow with his stick. 

“Not this again…” Lily complained. 

“Why are you so obsessed with our sex life?” You asked, eyebrow raised as you took a swig from your beer.

“Oh, so you’ve shagged? I knew it!”

“Took you long enough,” said Sirius, popping a roasted marshmallow into his mouth. “Where’s my fucking money?”

“You were betting on us?” Remus asked, taken aback but unsurprised, a slight smile on his tone. 

“No, but now I wish we had,” Sirius said. “Come on, we were just waiting on you two impatiently. You never did it back at school, and Godric knows you wanted it, always all over each other and whatnot. I just don’t understand how you lasted so long without doing the deed.”

Clearly annoyed, you threw a marshmallow at him, landing it right between his eyebrows and bouncing back onto the floor. Sirius picked it back up, the plushy sweet now covered in dirt, and with a crazed expression, threw it back at you. You ducked down on Remus’s lap, barely dodging it.

“You’re gonna eat that, Black,” you threatened in a tone that could’ve scared anyone but only made Sirius laugh hysterically. You give him your middle finger and hot up from the chair, walking into the house, empty beer can in hand.

Remus trailed behind you, making his way towards the kitchen to find some more chocolate and hopefully avoid any more questions about your shared time in London.

He wasn’t uncomfortable with his friends’ harmless curiosity, he just didn’t think your shared affections were something to be discussed. He wasn’t the type to brag about those things like people back at school used to when they were younger—he preferred to keep certain things private, just for the two of you. It only made it all the more special and exciting.

He found you in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water from the tap. You turned around to face him when you sensed his presence, to see him silently sneaking a piece of chocolate from the counter. He winked at you from across the room and you grinned, shaking you head. 

“Hey, you okay? That didn’t bother you, right?” he asked, referring to their friends’ inquiry. He walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Not at all. It’s just fun to be mean to Sirius, s’all,” you said, making him laugh at your constant fake animosity.

He cupped your cheek with his hand, brushing over your brow with his fingers, admiring your familiar features silently.

His girl.

You looked so pretty clad in only his sweater, your legs bare; tired, sleepy eyes from the day’s activities; a content smile on your face as you gazed back at him, batting your lashes slowly. You pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand cradling your face, and before he knew it, too entranced in you, you were dragging him back to the backyard, your hand in his. 

But he couldn’t let you go that easily. He wouldn’t, not now that you were finally alone for the first time that day.

The dim light coming from the kitchen faintly illuminated the desolate hallway as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him, pressing you against the wall and silencing your surprised squeal with a kiss. You melted into his embrace, draping your arms over his shoulders, your lips molding together gently. He grinned at your reaction, both his hands coming up to your face to hold your cheeks and bring you closer to him.

He swiped his tongue over your lips, asking for entrance into your mouth, but you denied him, pulling away from his mouth instead. “Don’t get carried away, Rem. We’re not alone.” 

He could hear his friends laughing and talking animatedly outside, but he didn’t care much, “So?”

His lips moved down your neck, placing playful, wet kisses under your jaw. He gently tried to persuade you into giving up, his hand sliding down your body, finding your butt and pressing you flush against his front.

“Please?” he asked. “You know I have a sweet tooth.” He eyed you up and down, like he was about to have a piece of cake.

You bit down on her lip at what he was hinting, your skin heating up as you pondered his proposition.

Remus Lupin wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought he was—playful, cheeky and witty Remus, with the smart comebacks, and as you had learned not that long ago, a skillful tongue.

“Let me make you feel good, baby.”

At that, you were done for.

“Okay,” you nodded in excitement and pushed his head down, bringing him to his knees as he grinned up at you happily and eager to have your now familiar taste on his tongue again.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs, nudging your legs apart before he dove in and started to plant soft, open mouthed kisses from your knee all the way up to your thigh, inching closer and closer inwards, and biting at the soft flesh of your inner thigh. 

“Remus,” you squirmed. “Don’t tease, please. Someone’s gonna walk in on us.”

“Oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” 

You weren’t embarrassed to admit to yourself that the possibility of it was exhilarating, but of course, you weren’t going to tell him that. It only made you more impatient for him to get on with it.

He hitched your sweater—his sweater—up, revealing your underwear, and kissed you over the fabric gently, barely grazing his lips against you and inhaling your scent, looking up at you through his long lashes, green eyes sparkling in the dim light.

You breathed in harshly in anticipation, your breathing getting agitated, already weak for him as your knees wobbled. His fingers caressed lightly over the skin at the hem of your underwear, carefully tracing the outline and leaving goosebumps under his feather light touch.

“You’re gonna kill me, Remus, please,” she looked down at him with pleading eyes. 

“Please, what?”

“I want you, please.”

“What do you want, my love?” he kept playing with you, hooking his fingers on your panties and pulling them down your legs slowly as he placed gentle kisses over your lower belly.

“Your mouth. I want your mouth.”

Who was he to deny his precious girl the pleasure she deserved? 

That was all he needed to get on with it. He wrapped his hand around your thigh, lifting it up effortlessly and placing it over his shoulder, his face inches close to your core, and he eyed you in concentration, his lips parted as he debated his next move. One of his hands moved up from your thigh, and with careful fingers, he spread your folds, staring at the sweet, wet spot where your arousal was pooling. 

“Look at you, baby. That’s a good girl,” he whispered in a hoarse voice, a smug grin on his face when he saw how wet you were already for him.

He buried his head between your legs, his lips finally making contact with you, and you gasped in surprise, the feeling of his warm tongue washing over you like some drug. He breathed a laugh at your reaction, and stroked over your clit again, kissing at your folds and your slit; hot, and slow, and wet, and relentless.

He sucked on your nub before running his tongue down your folds and pushing it into your opening, lapping at your dripping hole and catching your arousal in his mouth. You tensed in his hold as he kept fucking you with his tongue, his hand moving up your thigh to draw lazy circles over your clit with his thumb.

Your fingers tangled in his sandy, sun bleached hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp, and you gave it a firm tug as his tongue made a certain vertical stroke that sent you into overdrive, your head falling back onto the wall. Thank fuck he was holding you up, because you were sure that if he wasn’t, your legs would’ve given up by now. 

He looked up at you from his spot on the floor once more, his big green doe eyes darker in the dim light and hazed with arousal, and kept lapping at you, sucking and licking ravenously, seemingly unable to get enough of your sweet taste on his tongue. He intently observed every little face expression you were making: your eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open in a soundless, broken moan. He twitched in his pants as you bit down on your lip, swallowing your own moans, trying to keep as quiet as you could. 

“My girl, so beautiful. I love you,” he mumbled, his mouth never leaving your skin.

“I- fuck, Remus, I love you too,” you managed to choke out, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, so good.”

“You wanna ride my face, baby?”

His nose bucked against your clit as he urged you to roll your hips against his tongue, his hold on your thigh tight, sure to leave the imprint of his fingers; his other hand on your hip, bringing you further on his shoulder and closer to his mouth, pinning you in place.

He just sat there, letting you have your way with him and fucking yourself on his face as he moaned along with you, your hips rocking on his open mouth, his tongue flat against you as you tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged at it harsher now.

You were trying to keep your moans and whines at bay, letting out hushed out encouraging praises and whimpers instead that only made Remus more insistent and eager to please. Although, your efforts proved to be of not that much help, because the sounds he was making echoed through the whole corridor.

Merlin. The sounds. The slurping, and the slobbering, and the filthy wet sounds he was making as he sucked on you. You hadn’t realized before that you could be so fucking turned on. You were sure that if his mouth hadn’t been catching your juices, you would be quite literally dripping onto the floor by now. 

You felt like you were floating, laying down on a pillowy cloud in the sky, far, far away from the dark corridor. Everything else banished, you couldn’t really think about your friends suddenly walking in on you, to find Remus on his knees with his head between your legs. You couldn’t even feel an ounce of embarrassment or shame. It was just Remus and you and his mouth on you driving you closer and closer to release with every brush of his tongue over your swollen clit. 

“My pretty girl. So, so good for me,” he hummed against you, sending a chill down your spine. “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

You nodded desperately, making the arduous effort of opening your eyes, and as your gazes met, you felt the world crumbling away. His cheeks were flushed red, his murky green eyes hazed and burning with intensity, pupils blown out, his hair messy from your hands running through it. You could see the outline of his growing erection in his pants, aching to be released, and how he was palming himself over the fabric, his other hand tightly wrapped around your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh.

The overwhelming feeling of love you felt for him at that moment only added more fuel to the fire burning bright in your belly. It seemed as if looking at him was all you needed to come.

A flush of heat surged from the pit of your stomach and up towards your chest, dusting your skin with a cold sweat, and your breathing got rattier and uncontrolled as waves of pleasure washed over you; fingertips pricking with electricity and your head spinning, eyes rolling back into a leg shaking orgasm.

Remus smiled at you as you came down from your high, still down on his knees, grinning happily from between your legs, wiping his mouth with his hand and sticking his fingers into his mouth to get every last little drop of you. He planted a kiss on your lower belly before helping you get into your panties again.

He got up from the floor, towering over you as you tried to catch your own breath and steady your still shaking legs. He was about to connect your lips once more when-

“Oh, here you are!” Lily interrupted you, barging into the house and stopping in her tracks on her way to the kitchen once she saw you both. “You’re really missing out on Sirius’ reenactment of Romeo and Juliet. He’s doing it all on his own, it’s very impressive.”

Remus was still pinning you against the wall, his hands on your waist, but Lily didn’t seem to pick up on that or his flushed cheeks or your ragged breathing; she just continued talking animatedly as she walked down the corridor. 

Remus sighed, knowing he would have to wait until later to get his own release, but content nonetheless now that he’d gotten what he’d been dying for the whole day. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Let’s go back, you gotta bully Sirius for that.”

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iv. couch.

read on ao3

To Lena: r u busy??? U didnt answer my calls. Dinner later?

To Lena: my place.

To Lena: Or yours! Can totally go to urs. If u want.

To Lena: Lena????

To Lena: where are u??

To Lena: Answer my calls

To Lena: Pls?

Kara rounds the corner of her hallway, keys bitten, dangling from her lips, as she types with both hands. Her 67th text message of the day to an MIA Lena Luthor sent. She fails to notice the creature lurking around the front of her door; dark fur shining under the cheap LED lights of Kara’s corridor.

She’s still deeply absorbed in her phone with worry, in the middle of jamming her keys in with one hand, when something furry brushes against her legs and Kara yelps.

She pulls the knob clean out of the wood in shock, her phone dropping to the floor loudly, the cat doing a duet with her with a startled yowl of her own.

Heart hammering and adrenaline racing, Kara looks down and sees the cat for the first time.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasps, “I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry for startling you!! I didn’t mean it.”

The door knob clatters loudly to the ground as it falls out of her grasp. And Kara sheepishly feels guilty for the hole in her door. But the cat meows loudly, catching her attention, as if in response to her apology.

She crouches down low, and reaches out a hand to touch the furball. She snaps a quick pic, sends it to Lena and pockets her phone.

To Lena: KITTY!!

“Oh, oh come here,” she coos, “where’s your collar? How’d you get here huh?”

The cat reminds her of Streaky. The first stray who ever took to her kindly. Although upon closer inspection, Kara realizes this one has striking emeralds for eyes, Streaky’s eyes were a more softer blue.

The cat surprisingly seems friendly, immediately leaning into Kara’s touch. Nosing at the inside of Kara’s wrist and it’s such a familiar gesture but she can’t seem to remember why.

And...oh, a small rumbling echoes through Kara’s palm!

Oh, they’re purring!

Kara doesn’t know how long she stays there crouched low exactly, but eventually, she stands up, takes her hand away, and picks up the damaged doorknob.

“Well, time for you to go home now, buddy,” she tells them, giving their head one last pat before dusting off her hands on her jacket.

“Go on, shooo. Shoo. Go home. I’m sure your human is looking for you.”

But the cat remains unmoving. It looks like they’ve decided to sit firmly in front of Kara’s doorstep, casually licking a paw, as if waiting for Kara to open her door.

“Are you actually waiting for me to open my door?” Kara makes a mental note to thank Rao that none of her neighbors can see her trying to hold a proper conversation with a cat.

“Look, kitty,” she says firmly, “I’m not your human.”

The cat just blinks owlishly at her. Eyes too green, too intelligent and-

Kara makes up her mind.

She turns her face skywards, takes a deep breath (This will probably backfire, she already knows. But she's always had a soft spot for strays.) and then she pushes her door wide open.

The cat races inside, cutting through Kara’s legs and almost tripping her.

“Well, somebody’s excited,” Kara mutters under her breath, she watches the cat head for her living room couch; watches as they pause all of a sudden, changes course and jumps onto Kara’s coffee table instead.

Where the cat then proceeds to knock down everything in close vicinity, even the picture frame of her and Lena together.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty-”

But the cat is already hopping down from her pedestal, landing on the frame directly.

And then things get weird.

The cat proceeds to stomp all over it, meows loud, like really loud; insanely loud for a cat their size.

Her paw seems to be almost pointing? At the other person in the frame.

“I-” Kara seems taken aback by the bizarre behavior, sure she knows cats are vastly different from dogs, but this…

This is just weird.

The cat’s meowing only seems to get louder.

How you land yourselves in these situations, Kara. I really just don’t know, at this point. She can almost hear Alex say.

“What are you- Are you- are you pointing? That’s- That’s Lena, yeah. That’s my best friend.”

At that, the cat seems to vibrate. They start clawing at Kara’s pant leg, meowing and meowing and meowing—

And then it hits her.

"-but it turns out that she’s a witch. And apparently, so am I."

The green, green eyes.

A pink nose nuzzling against her wrist.

“Lena?”

******

“Oh, Rao! Lena you’re a cat! What happened?! Oh, no, baby what did you do?”

Lena-

Lena The Cat—and okay, so she’s still wrapping her head around that one—just stays silent. She’s sitting on her lap, looking regal than any cat has any right to be. A judgmental look in her eyes.

Lena’s a cat. Cat’s can’t speak. Can’t answer Kara’s questions.

“Right. Sorry. Only meow,” Kara murmurs, embarrassed. For some reason even in cat form Lena manages to be intimidating.

“Okay so, uh d-does that mean you still understand me? Two meows for yes. One meow for no.”

Kara gets two meows.

“Okay, cool, cool. Great. You can still understand me, that's good.” Kara runs a hand down her spine, “Gosh, your fur is just so soft.”

She hears Lena give a small growl, body tensing, “Right. Right. Sorry. Not the time for pets.” Kara retracts her hand away.

“Uhm, so next question then, I guess? D-did you become a cat this morning? Were you testing out your uhm...gift?”

Lena meows twice. Kara nods, clenching and unclenching her fist underneath her chin. Fingers itching to run themselves through Lena’s soft fur again. Lena seems to sense this, and nuzzles her face into Kara’s hand, bumps against her repeatedly.

“Really?” Kara double-checks, giddy. If she were human Kara bets Lena would be rolling her eyes like she always does when Kara does something particularly dorky, but she just pushes her head firmer against Kara’s hand and meows twice.

“So uhm,” she starts, cautiously, noting Lena’s increasing purr, “is there like a spellbook for this or something? Something that can help you transform back?

Lena meows yes.

“Is it in The Tower or back at your place?”

There are no responses.

“Sorry, sorry lemme rephrase, is it in The Tower?”

She gets two consecutive meows.

Okay, to The Tower it is.

******

“Are you going to tell me why you’re cradling a cat in your cape or??” Alex raises a brow at her, a hand on her hip, left foot tapping impatiently. Her sister was heading out for the day, it looks like. It was just tough luck that Supergirl landed one minute before the elevator took Alex.

Crap. Now they have to explain. They didn’t talk about this. Lena still hasn’t told her if it was okay to tell people about her gift.

“I-I rescued it,” Kara says.

Well, that isn’t so far from the truth, right? She stares at the bundle in her arms, Lena the traitor staying silent all the while—green eyes shining all innocent at Kara.

Alex’s stares intensifies.

“From a tree,” Kara flounders, and Lena The Cat has the audacity to yawn, squirm and jump away from her arms. She lands gracefully, tail swishing up in the air and heads straight for the lab.

Alex eyes the cat suspiciously before turning back to Kara. She jabs a finger to her chest. “It better not have any fleas. It better not touch my training mat.”

“She won’t.”

Alex just shakes her head, rolls her eyes, grabs her helmet and walks to the elevator.

Before she goes though, Alex says, “You know, this is gonna sound weird, but I swear I think I saw that same cat slinking out of The Tower earlier this morning.”

“Alex, she’s literally a black cat. There are hundreds of black cats in the city.”

“You're being weirdly defensive about this. Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

Alex seems like she wants to say more, but the elevator dings, and she’s never been more grateful that Kelly makes Alex pick her up from work. Alex huffs out breath, before conceding and disappearing into the lift.

******

The camera flash is what gets Kara busted.

But is it really her fault if she walked in on a cute kitty, hunched over, meowing adorably, trying to flip over the pages of a thick spellbook, with her teeny-tiny bean paws?

Lena hisses at her, teeth-bared and fur puffy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you were just really, really, really cute okay?” She walks closer to the desk, carefully lifts a hand and scratches Lena behind the ear.

The hissing slowly devolves into purring, and Kara grins triumphantly. Lena lets herself be picked up after a few moments, Kara leafing through the pages for her.

“So, found anything yet?” She asks, cradling Lena close to her chest. A warm weight on Kara’s arms, and as much as she wants to get her real Lena back, she also isn’t too eager on giving up this version anytime soon. Then again, Kara thinks, it would be impossible for her to give up any version of Lena Luthor.

“Spell? Charm? Anything? Do you need to make a potion? Are we gonna get to make a potion? Oh, oh do you need a wand? Do you have a wa-”

Kara’s words get muffled as two black paws press against her lips. Lena’s green eyes narrowing at her. She meows at Kara. Loudly.

“Mkay, mkay. Shut up. Got it.”

Lena removes her paws, and Kara makes a gesture of zipping her lips together. This seems to appease Lena enough because the next second, a pink tongue darts out and she...licks Kara's nose.

“Did you- did you just lick me?” Kara gasps out.

Lena doesn’t even acknowledge her with a meow, just turns away and jumps out of her arms again. Before Kara can do anything about it though, her phone rings.

The screen lighting up with Andrea’s name.

“Danvers, I’ve got a story for you.”

******

“Alex, please, I’ll be quick. I promise. I’ll only be three hours at the most. Please just look after her,” she pleads, pouting and puppy eyes in full power.

It also helps that the cat burrito in her cape looks to be cooperating. Lena The Cat staring at Alex with wide round eyes.

Apparently, some governor was found dead downtown, and now Andrea wants her on the scene. She can’t just leave Lena all alone in The Tower. No matter how hard Lena’s been protesting, this is brand new territory for both of them. Nobody knows the extent of Lena’s powers.

Point is, Kara would feel a lot better if she were to leave Lena under the care of someone she trusts. Even if said someone, accuses Lena of being a stray with fleas. It's still better than leaving Lena all on her own.

“Ugh.” Alex groans and Kara knows she’s won. “If this cat causes trouble I will throw it out the window, Kara.”

“No!” Kara yells, distressed. “Don’t do that. She’ll behave. She promises.”

She puts her hand under Lena’s arms and raises her up to eye level—Simba style. “You promise to be good for Alex, don’t you?”

All she gets is a lot of squirming and screaming, there were also a lot of attempts at scratching Kara’s nose.

“See?” Kara says, chuckling nervously. “She’s telling you she’s good.”

Alex looks skeptical, her arms crossed against her chest.

Kara sets her down on the couch, and crouches down low.

She tries to pet her head, but Lena bites at her finger, she catches her teeth on the skin of her supersuit’s thumb slot. She bites deeper, her teeth accomplishing nothing but a few dents.

And oh, Rao she thinks she’s such a feral little cat but her pink adorable gummy snarl says otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I promise,” she whispers, careful not to let Alex hear. “And then we’ll figure it out later, okay? The safest place for you right now is to be with Alex.”

She really doesn’t want to go, and based on Lena’s protests she doesn’t want Kara to go either. But well, Andrea had finally threatened to fire her if she disobeyed...which is...fair.

She’s aware she’s been doing a less than stellar job at being a journalist lately. Rao, what an understatement. This is basically her make it or break it.

“Look, I’ll be quick, promise. Be good to Alex,” Kara murmurs. She presses a kiss on Lena’s furry forehead. Lena finally unclenches her jaw and lets Kara go. The little whine she lets out, letting Kara know that she knows the battle’s lost.

“Both of you, be good,” Kara tells them sternly. “Alex, please don’t yeet my cat out of the window.”

Alex shrugs, staring at the cat with suspicion. “I make no promises.’

Lena is staring at Alex just as hostile. Great. They both deserve each other.

Kara sighs exasperatedly. Well, at least she tried.

******

She gets a very angry Alex Danvers on the line, right after she’s finished talking to some sources. It’s nighttime now, and when she checks her watch—yep, she’s left Lena in Alex’s care for more than six hours.

Crap.

“Hey, Al—”

“KARA IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THIS THIS THIS GODDAMNED HAIRBALL RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT EVER AGAIN.”

There is loud meowing, and then, “What the- Get off! Get off me right no-”

The line clicks dead.

Kara Danvers quickly changes into an alley, manages to break the sound barrier.

******

It’s Kelly who opens the door.

“Hey, Kara,” she greets her. Kara is impatiently rocking on her heels, trying to peer past Kelly’s shoulders.

The place was quiet; ridiculously quiet, and Kara feels fear swoop in her belly.

“Please, tell me my cat is still alive,” Kara bursts out, Kelly just gives her a pained smile and oh, no, oh no.

She muscles her way past Kelly to a brooding Alex on the couch.

Lena is nowhere to be seen.

“Alex, Alex where’s my cat? Where is she? Where did you put her?”

Alex finally looks up at her, Kara taking notice of the red marks on her arm.

Oh no, Lena, what did you do?

“Calm down, I didn’t throw the little demon away. She’s-" Alex sing-songs before finishing, "on time-out.”

“Time-out?” Kara asks, voice shaking. Rao, does she really want to know.

Alex takes too long to answer, taking a swig of her beer first before pointing to a corner in the living room.

And there, she spots it.

It, being a small pile of laundry on the floor, next to an upside down hamper. A big white hamper housing one Lena Luthor. There's a crude cardboard sign stuck on it; "Kitty Jail". Alex has also stacked a few encyclopedia on top of it, no doubt an attempt to keep Lena from escaping.

“Oh! Oh, Lena!”

Kara superspeeds her way and scoops Lena up, the cat meowing immediately and curling into Kara’s chest.

“You named the cat after Lena?!”

Crap.

Kara turns around slowly, “Uhm yeah?”

Alex just shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Her eyes reminded me of Lena, okay?!” Kara yells defensively, pressing tiny kisses onto Lena’s fur.

“I’m sorry that Alex has been such a meanie to you," she coos, "I know you didn’t deserve it, baby."

Alex seems to perk up at that, because she raises up from the couch. “That,” Alex jabs a finger in their direction, Kara cradles Lena protectively, “That baby ruined my couch and she so totally deserves all the mean! All the mean in the world, Kara!”

Lena hisses in her arms.

“No, no. That’s not true. Lena is baby and she’s perfect and you’re just a meanie.”

“She ruined my upholstery! She left hair all over the place and that’s not even to mention the scratching!”

“Because you were mean to her!”

Alex scoffs, eyes bulging wide in disbelief.

“Get out,” Alex says, her brows pinching comically, “Get out of my apartment before that little devil causes more damage.”

“Gladly,” Kara says, and Lena meows her assent. They make their way past Alex, Kara unaware that Lena has stuck out her little tongue at Alex over her shoulder.

“And she’s not a little devil!” Kara calls out.

Alex slams the door in her face.

******

That evening, Kara pores over a thick spellbook, eyes swimming with Latin symbols with a purring machine on her lap.

By midnight, Kara has managed to pass out on her couch, a black cat curled on her chest.

The spellbook lay open on her coffee table, forgotten.

******

The first sight that greets Kara when she wakes up are green eyes.

Green human eyes.

And then it hits her.

“Lena!”

The spell had blessedly wore off by morning, and Kara’s never been more glad to see the sunlight lighting up Lena’s face.

For a moment, Kara’s assaulted with the mental image of laying in a pool of sunlight with a black cat stretching leisurely next to her.

“Good morning,” Lena purrs, and oh Rao, that sound is much, much better than her meowing.

“You’re back!” Kara gasps in awe.

“I’m back,” she whispers, she’s still draped fully over Kara on the couch. A blanket covering them both.

“Rao, I missed you.” A palm comes up to cup her cheeks, Lena automatically nuzzling into the inside of her wrist.

“Mm, I missed me, too,” Lena tells her, face breaking into a small smile. Kara traces her fingers up and down Lena’s spine. Oh, how she’s missed touching Lena’s skin.

Wait-

Skin.

Is she-

“Lena,” Kara begins, swallowing. Her nerves not going unnoticed.

Lena raises a brow at her. “Kara?”

“Are you- uhm- ah. Are you naked right now?”

Lena’s eyes light up like a cat’s and Kara knows she’s in trouble.

“Mm. It seems that I am,” Lena says, and all Kara can do is gulp.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

special shoutout to @mike-wachowski, @sexybread-png and @thebreakfastgod for their cat expertise without whom this silly little fic would not be written.