#oh my god im obsessed w this so bad

[reggiestein]

Nobody talk to mr for the next few days ill be too busy thinking about licorice cookie love test type

[quirkle2]

he's such a fuckin nerd

[strwbrymlkshake]

literalyl insane if my dumb feelings don't go away I'll have to start a normal normal rant tag for him I think –_–

[abyssalpriest]

22y/o me's "i really want to take some sunflowers down to the ocean for (the Storm Mother) to apologise for everything I've ever done because she hates me and I'm disgusting and I just want her to be ok... I'm not supposed to go near sunflowers bc they're related to her but I just want to apologise and make it right and nothing else ive done has succeeded in that" vs 26y/o me's "I want to buy sunflowers for myself because I deserve it and they remind me of her but fuck it, mine now, and I want to visit the ocean w Storm Mom for fun and spiritual purposes bc we're close and she never hated me, I don't even need to think about that" fight

[star-girl69]

Your Girl

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: late at night, you and clarisse get to know one another.

a/n: ykw i dont even know what i write anymore just enjoy it i truly just listen to the wind oh my god

Your Girl - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: im sorry im obsessed w the nightmare trope, friends to lovers MEYOW, HURT COMFORT, clarisse just wants to KISS, light tension, very light and fluffy tho…. not a lot of angst tbh, POSSESSIVE CLARISSE I SCREAMED, mutual pining YESSSSS, they’re in love but they don’t think the other could be in love w them, clarisse knows what she wants and sets out to get it, monsters- again it’s a drakon bc i’m evil, mentions of death, swearing, mentions of weapons, weed and smoking, substance abuse idk if it’s addiction my health teacher would be so disappointed, shotgunning weed, idk what’s happening honestly we’re all along for the ride, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You don’t know where Clarisse gets it from, but she has good weed.

They’re these perfectly little rolled blunts, with some sort of amazing concoction inside- you can’t even be bothered to care that it’s bad for you. Not when it makes you feel so good, not when it makes everything else fade away.

So, that’s why you’re here now. Sitting in the woods, leaning against a rock covered in moss, staring up at the stars. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you’re just here next to each other. But tonight, you think you took one too many hits, so you’re feeling a little sentimental.

“I would fucking die without you, Clarisse.”

She snorts. “Yeah, probably.”

“No, no, not just like- because you’re so strong, and stuff, but because of this fucking weed. I can’t sleep without it, y’know.”

She hums.

“And, like, you need sleep to live, or else your brain will like eat itself, or something ridiculous. Did you know that?”

She looks at you, mouth curved into an unimpressed smile, eyebrows raised. “I didn’t, and I care so much. Thanks for telling me, leech.”

“That’s mean,” you huff.

“Then stop leeching off of me and stealing my weed.”

Clarisse always looks so pretty in the moonlight. You would never admit that to anyone, but in the dark when your head is all hazy- you know she’s pretty. She’s beautiful, if you’re being honest, but she’s also your dealer- you can’t risk upsetting her. But still, sometimes you’re not sure how she isn’t a daughter of Aphrodite.

But you know better than anyone else that she gets everything from Ares, like she’s a carbon copy of him.

She gets her precision, her strength, her tactical mind, her rolling storm of emotions from him.

Except, there’s a softness in her. Only here, in the moonlight. You don’t know if it’s you or the weed, but you like to think it’s you. You like to think that Clarisse likes you as much as you like her, not just tolerates you for your mediocre company.

She’s sitting with one foot planted onto the ground, hair pulled back all messy, her arm balancing on her knee. The joint is held out conveniently towards you, lazily in between her fingers, so you flip yourself onto your stomach and reach out with open lips.

She smiles and flips the joint around, placing it onto your lips. Your close your eyes and your mouth, breathing in deeply. Gods, does it taste horrible, but you love it too much.

You pull back and breathe out the smoke.

“You love me, and my weed-stealing tendencies.”

“Uh, yeah, okay,” she rolls her eyes.

—-

Clarisse probably trains more than any other demigod at camp. Thirty minutes after dinner, like clockwork, you can find her heading to the field where all the sparring dummies live.

Clarisse is probably your only true friend at camp. You stick to yourself for the most part, hang out with your siblings, but besides for that it’s Clarisse. And she’s the same way. She hangs out with her siblings, and then you. Of course- everyone at Camp knows her name and her ruthless reputation.

You’re unknown, she’s known. She’s the best fighter you’ve ever seen, you’re mediocre, compared to her. She helps you at every turn, you’re the one getting helped by her. She’s mean to everyone, and you’re kind to whoever happens upon you.

You force each other to bring out the other sides of yourself no one gets to see. Clarisse gets to be soft, you get to be loud and annoying. You’re friends, but you both get something out of it.

She’s your friend, your dealer, your savior.

If the first day you came to camp, running through the woods with a drakon hot on your heels and your mouth split open into a scream- maybe Clarisse and her siblings wouldn’t have turned around and noticed the drakon.

Of course, Clarisse was the one who actually killed it, and she was the one who hoisted you up from where you had collapsed, breathing heavily. She was the one who actually made sure you weren’t hurt while your satyr protector panicked about having to face the Cloven Council.

She was the one who found you in the middle of the night, that drakon hissing in your ear, she was the one who gave you the claw she had pried from it’s dead body, she was the one who told you it was dead and nothing could hurt you in Camp.

“Clarisse!” you call, running towards her. Most campers like to wind down after dinner, so the field is empty.

“Leech,” she says when you reach her, leaning her spear against a dummy and stretching her arms above her head.

You always come everyday. You ask her the same question.

“Do you have it?”

She digs under her armor, pulling out the small cloth containing the blunt. “You would probably go insane if I didn’t.”

You feel calmer just looking at it. You smile sheepishly up at her.

“You know I can’t sleep without it, Clarisse.”

She looks away, stuffing it back under her armor, against her stomach.

“Maybe you should try and skip one night.”

You scoff. “I don’t feel like pulling an all-nighter, Clarisse.”

She nods, but her face is riddled with concern. “Okay, angel,” she mutters, so low you can barely hear it. But you do. You hear her call you angel, and you turn away instead of slamming your lips into hers.

—-

After that first night, you slept with that claw tight into your hand. And it was fine. You still had the occasional nightmare, but every demigod had those. But the older you got, the more monsters you learned about, the more comfortable you got with being a demigod- the more the nightmares came. Knowing the drakon was dead didn’t help, and the nightmares got worse and worse until Clarisse found you again one night.

You had drifted apart from her. She had her life and you had hers, but ever since you’ve been bonded by the nights.

She wrapped her arms around you and let you cry, mumbling about how she was the strongest demigod at camp, and there was the barrier, and nothing would ever get through to you.

She was soft in that moment. And you could tell she regretted it, because she ignored you for the next few days until one of her siblings pushed you to the ground. She appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his shirt, yelling that if he ever touched you again, she’d fucking kill him.

While he sputtered and asked why she cared about some stupid weak girl, she helped you up and said: “She’s my girl.”

And since that day 3 months ago, you’ve always been her girl. Neither of you really knew what that meant, except you liked being around each other and you liked this transaction. Clarisse liked owning something. You liked belonging to someone.

That’s what this entire friendship is about- convenience.

So, that’s why Clarisse being concerned about you makes you feel weird. You care about Clarisse, she cares about you- but only enough that she doesn’t want to see you hurt by someone else. But who is she to stop you when you’re the one hurting yourself?

You arrive at the rock in the forest, fingers twisting together. Clarisse is already there, lighter and blunt set out on the ground, polishing her spear.

“Hey,” she says, looking down.

“Hi.”

You sit down, eager to get your hands on the weed and forget about the way Clarisse’s concern confuses you.

You stare at your shaking hand.

Gods, are you really that nervous?

Clarisse’s eyes are sharp, she notices everything, she processes it much faster than you can ever dream to. It’s why she’s so quick in battle. She’s a well oiled machine and you’re the one job she’s assigned to do- she knows you by heart after all these nights.

Her spear is pushed off her lap. “Why are you shaking?” she says, voice low and raspy, her hand cupping yours.

“Low blood sugar,” you lie. “I’ll grab a snack before I go to bed.”

She says nothing, but you watch her hesitate as she grabs the blunt and the lighter from the ground, you watch her hesitate again as she goes to light it. But she lights it, she sticks it in between her fingers and holds it out to you.

“C’mere,” she mutters, and you lean forward and let her place the blunt on your parted lips. You breathe in, only for a few seconds, and you could go for a lot longer.

“I wasn’t done,” you huff as she takes her own drag.

“My weed,” she shrugs. “I decide how much you get.”

“You’re a bitch.”

She laughs. She laughs and it makes your stomach twist in such a good way you can’t feel like this anymore, you can’t remember what she does to you, what she called you.

You reach out blindly for the blunt, biting your lip as you practically climb on top of her.

“Clarisse!” you yell, but she seems to find your desperation hilarious, holding the blunt out as far as she can. “I fucking hate you, oh my Gods.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” she says, pushing you off of her. You realize you’re laying on your stomach in between her legs, one hand planted to the ground around her leg, the other reaching out.

She leans back and takes another drag. You roll your eyes and move to attack her, but she’s too fast, sitting up and holding your hand down, her other hand grabbing your chin. She breathes out the smoke right into your lips that are parted in shock, smiling as you stare right into her amused eyes.

She leans back while you sit there stupidly on top of her, blowing out the smoke. “That- that’s- I hate you, did I mention that?”

“You did,” she muses. “But we both know you’re lying.”

You look at her, at her wide smile, at the look in her eyes. You want nothing more than to be her girl- her girl in the way that she’ll kiss your head, tell you about all the things you’ll never do, she’ll lay down with you in a bed of soft pillows. Her girl in the way the reason she’s soft in the moonlight isn’t the weed, it’s because of you. Her girl in the way you can run to her, the way you do now, but with the added connotation of love.

You grab the joint, and she lets you, watching intently as you breathe in and blow out the smoke. She has no right to be worried over you. Not when you’re the one making the choice to waste away your youth. And especially when you’re not her girl- not in the way you want to be.

—-

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come,” she hums.

You sit back against the rock. Normally, you would have been here 20 minutes ago.

You didn’t catch her after dinner, and you stayed firmly in your bed until it all got to be too much. You’re terrified of sleeping, of the nightmares that will come- but for some reason, the weed just puts you at such ease that you don’t have any nightmares.

You didn’t want to be near Clarisse tonight. Not after yesterday, not after the way she’s been making you feel, and the fact that you know she could never really like you. Why would she? You are the stupid weak girl who gets pushed over. You run from drakon’s and can’t even sleep because of nightmares.

Clarisse is fiercely protective of those she loves, but you’re too much work.

You wanted to go one night. One night without the weed, and prove to her and yourself that you don’t need it. You’re not that weak.

But you couldn’t.

You sit down, she looks at your tense shoulders and doesn’t tease you, just hands you the blunt. You mumble something of a thank you, looking up at the stars, shoulders relaxing after a few more breaths.

“I, uh, I tried to skip. Tonight, I mean. I tried not to come.” It’s embarrassing to admit this. You’re so scared of the nightmares that even if it’s a placebo effect, you come back to this clearing every night.

“But you couldn’t?” she asks.

“I couldn’t,” you affirm, staring at the ground.

“Well, you can’t just go cold turkey, dummy. You have to wean yourself off of it. Do you not remember, like, any of those nicotine patch ads?” she laughs. “You’ve got a good memory, you remember.”

“Shut up, meanie,” you mumble, raising the joint to your lips. She stops you.

“Ah-ah. Starts now. Make it a good one, ‘cause that’s your last, baby.”

“Fine,” you mumble, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. You breathe in for a long time, tempted to go a little longer, but Clarisse reaches over and pinches your cheek. “Okay!” you yell, throwing the joint back to her.

She laughs and raises it to her own lips, taking in another long drag before putting it out.

You look at her, silent question in the air. She shrugs.

“Been meaning to slow down for a while, why not do it together?”

“Yeah,” you hum, looking back towards the stars. “Oh, hey, Ares is out tonight.” She looks over.

“Yeah,” she muses. “Fuckin’ Ares.”

“It’s still beautiful,” you say, stars in your eyes. “You have to think about it the way mortals do. They don’t know the Gods put them up there- they think it’s just some random spotting of stars, they think they made patterns out of it. Isn’t that beautiful? To make patterns and people out of stars? To look for humanity where there is none?”

“I never thought about it like that,” Clarisse says.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” you ask. You can feel her eyes on you.

“Yeah,” she affirms. “Beautiful.”

—-

The next two weeks goes by the same. You don’t catch Clarisse after dinner, but you come every night, you smoke a little less, she teases you and gets closer to you. She gets bolder and bolder and you get shyer and shyer.

You still feel like too much. If she just lets you prove this to her and to yourself, the maybe you can lean against the rock with her and flirt back.

—-

You meet Clarisse by the rock. She’s still standing, waiting for you. She takes the last of the blunt you’ve been using for the last few days and lights it, taking one small drag before she flips it around and holds it out to you.

“C’mon,” she guides. “Not too much, I’ll stop you.”

You feel kind of like a baby as Clarisse puts the joint on her lips, fingertips against your face to steady her hand. You breathe in for just a second, tempted for more, but she takes it away. You look up at her, fingers twisted together.

“Clarisse, I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

She leaves the blunt to blow out in the wind in the natural dip of the rock, your own little ashtray at the top. Of course, Clarisse will come and collect it the next morning- you don’t want to upset the nymphs and satyrs in the forest.

“It’s a good idea,” she affirms. “Don’t worry, okay?”

You’re scared. You remember being chased by the drakon even now, you remember it’s snarls, you remember it’s claws moving through the air. You remember your heart pumping in your ears, you remember the stones in your stomach that were supposed to be fear.

You feel like Kronos, but what you swallowed wouldn’t just sit idly inside of you- no, your fear would rip through your stomach and your skin and burst out of you in an explosion of blood, like some sick joke of a firework.

She grabs your wrists. Clarisse is soft, here, in the moonlight.

“Hey, it’s okay. I-I was thinking, I didn’t know if you were gonna be okay, but why don’t you sleep in my cabin?”

You shift on your feet. “Clar, no, I can’t ask you to do that. What if we get caught? And I-I- it’s embarrassing, what if your siblings see? What if they tell everyone?”

Clarisse rolls her eyes and tugs you closer from where you had subconsciously started to drift away.

“They already think we’re dating, anyways. Besides, Y/N, no one cares. Most of my siblings have secrets anyways,” she smiles.

“Wh- we’re dating? They think- why?”

Her face is deadpan. “‘Cause you’re my girl.”

You pull back. “Clarisse.”

“What?” she says, slightly incredulous. “You are. You’re about the only person I can tolerate at this camp. I hope you know that. I know I can be horrible, but really, I… care about you a lot.”

You look in her eyes. There’s no lies, no insincerity.

“I know, Clarisse. And I… I appreciate it so much. You’re, like, my only friend,” you smile.

She smiles back but it’s tight. “Friend, yeah.”

You put your arms around her neck and hug her. It’s the first time you’ve ever really hugged her, and her arms wrap tight around your waist. Her mouth presses against your hair. You let yourself be her girl in this moment.

Clarisse is your best friend. She cares about you. Of course she helps you with this. She’s your best friend. Of course you let her.

—-

You do follow Clarisse back to the Ares cabin, back to her bed- and she points to one of her siblings you can’t see in the dark, but there are two figures in the bed. She smiles and you stifle a laugh.

You know better than anyone else that big bad Ares kids are like a marshmallow on the inside. They act all tough, and they are pretty tough, but there’s a soft spot inside of them only unlocked by one person with the right key.

You notice her sibling has their arm around the other person. You wonder if Clarisse will wrap her arm around you like that too.

Clarisse climbs into her bed, opening the covers for you. The beds at Camp are twin sized, but you can fit two people on them if you’re close together. You don’t hesitate, not anymore, not when you have one chance to pretend you’re really hers.

You lay on your side, facing her, hands tucked up by your chest. Her eyes meet yours, she brushes her curls out of her face.

“Good?” she asks. You nod, breathing out.

“‘M fine,” you say.

She rubs your arm, cold from the dark night. “Just relax, okay? Just close your eyes, Y/N.”

You do, you close your eyes, but you’re so fucking terrified you can’t.

“Clarisse,” you breathe, a plead. For what, you don’t know. You want a million things from her in this moment. It’s not fair of you to ask her, you know this, but it doesn’t stop you from asking.

Your breath comes fast, your nails dig into your palms, but you keep your eyes screwed shut like sleep will just magically hit you like a train.

“It’s okay,” Clarisse says, firm. “Why are you so scared?” she whispers.

“They’re so real,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

“They’re not.”

She wraps her arms around you so tight you feel like she’s crushing you. But it keeps you in the moment. If you focus on the way her skin feels against yours, on the way her thumb brushes your shoulder blade, her fingertips scratching the back of your scalp.

If you focus, if you imagine all the thing you and her will never do, if you imagine being her girl, then you can fall asleep.

You dream of her lips pressing against your head, her voice in your ear, calling you her angel.

—-

You wake up, Clarisse still wrapped around you, and slowly detangle yourself. Drool pools at the corner of her lips, and you have to bite back a giggle as you slip out of the blankets and into the warm riding sun.

She looks just as pretty in the sunlight as she does in the moonlight. You feel like a lover slipping out of a bed of secrets. But you’re not. You’re just a friend slipping out of a bed of rumors.

She looks so peaceful, you can’t help but wonder if she always sleeps like this- or if having you next to her had the same effect on her sleep as it did to yours.

—-

There’s a loud knock at your cabin door.

There’s only you and a few of your siblings in here, putting the final touches on their outfits for the day, grabbing the last items they need. One of your younger siblings open the door, and you look around the pillars- maybe it’s a counselor doing some sort of inspection? You take a glance around your bunk- but it’s all clean.

Your eyes meet hers.

“Out,” she says, roughly. She looks at you so intently you almost wonder if she’s talking to you. But when you siblings stand there in shock, she looks away. “Well? I said get out, dummies.”

They exchange looks with you, but eventually shuffle out, not wanting to risk Clarisse and her wrath.

She shuts the door behind your last sibling.

“Being tough has it perks, huh?” she smiles, leaning against the door. Your shirt isn’t even pulled on properly, one of your bra straps is already falling down your shoulder from the act of putting your shirt on, and you’re staring at her with your mouth wide open.

She looks you up and down.

“C-Clarisse, what-?”

She walks over to you, frown etched onto her face.

“I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“Oh,” you say. “I… I thought you would have wanted me gone-”

“Don’t care. If you’re going to sleep with me then you need to wake me up and tell me you’re leaving.”

She rolls her eyes at your confusion. She sits on your bed and then gestures animatedly for you to sit down.

“Did you not sleep well?” she fusses. “What’s up with you this morning?”

“I slept great, Clarisse, it’s just- why are you here?”

“To tell you that you can’t leave,” she deadpans. “I mean, you spend all night shaking in my arms, terrified, and then I wake up and you’re not there? I almost killed someone. You’re lucky I decided to check here first, Y/N.”

She laughs. She laughs like it’s so funny.

“Why?” you ask.

“‘Cause you’re my girl,” she shrugs. “And-”

“Clarisse, what does that mean?”

You know what you want. And you’re not dumb, but you’re the only friend Clarisse really has- what did you have to compare it to? You’ve been thinking about it in your head, rolling it around like a diamond- each side reflects something you want from her. Her love, her protection, her touch, her time, her.

She plays with her fingers. “It means… I like touching you. I like protecting you. I like being near you. I like your voice and your face.”

She stares at you blankly, like she’s recounting a grocery list, waiting for an affirmative “yes, I heard you.” But all you can do is stare in shock, trying to make your brain catch up with your heart- Clarisse likes your face. Clarisse feels the same way you do. You can be her girl, and you’re not too much for her, you’re not just friends.

“Oh, fuck it,” she mumbles. She places her hand on your face and pecks your lips. “That’s what it means, okay? I’m, like, embarrassingly in love with you, if you haven’t noticed.”

Clarisse is so blunt and forward it makes your head spin.

She stares into your eyes, searching them for something other than shock and confusion.

“Okay,” she says. Shuffling back. You can tell she’s hurt and embarrassed, but her face reveals nothing other than faux confidence and indifference. “I’ll go, I guess-”

“Bitch,” you mumble, slamming your lips onto hers.

It feels so overwhelmingly right and fills you with such a calmness that weed could never compare to. If you were dependent on the joints, then one taste and you’re addicted to Clarisse. She kisses you back with just as much ferocity, throwing your arms around her neck, trying to swallow you whole with her mouth as she grabs your neck with one hand, your face with the other.

It’s months of tension and wanting, lips touching through the passing of a joint, all of it coming down to this moment that feels so bad, so sinful- surely the Gods must frown upon loving someone this much. You would never pray to any of them again if it meant Clarisse would keep kissing you like this.

When she finally pulls back, you’re both smiling wide, leaning into her palm, hands playing with the curls at the base of her neck. You feel like a giddy school girl. You feel like a lover discovering something wildly new and unknown, promising to keep it secret, sealing it with a kiss of pure fire.

“That was such a mean way to confess to someone,” you say. “Just bitchy. Brass and blunt- harsh, even.”

“Shut up,” she mumbles, pressing her face against yours.

“Yeah, it’s okay. I know you’re a big softie who drools in her sleep.” She pulls away and glares at you.

“I don’t fucking drool, Y/N. You’re seeing things.”

You fake frown, bringing her closer to you. “Such a horrible thing to say to your girlfriend.”

“My girlfriend?” she breathes, swollen lips parting like she’s aching to kiss you again.

“Your girlfriend,” you affirm, staring straight into her eyes.

You sunk more into becoming a demigod and all it got you was nightmares and a fear of sleeping. But the more you sunk into being her girl, the more you sunk into loving her and being loved.

You don’t know where Clarisse gets her softness from. Certainly not from her father. She didn’t learn to kiss your head from him. She didn’t learn how to hold you, how to call you hers, how to whisper in your ear from Ares.

You don’t know where Clarisse gets her softness from, but it’s good.

—-

SHOUTOUT TO clarisse “cause you’re my girl” la rue LOVE YOUR POSSESSIVE ASS!!!!!!!!

—-

clarisse when y/n smokes weed: oh so pretty……

clarisse when y/n can only fall asleep bc of her arms or her weed: my girl fr……..

clarisse when y/n: oh my wonderful perfect angel

—-

y/n: BITCH

clarisse: YOURE SO HOT FUCK

—-

where did clarisse get her weed from you may ask? me that’s where she got it from i ripped through the fabric of reality to give it to her to make this happen actually and you’re welcome

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[drakesfeelings]

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summary. pablo’s instagram seems to become a fan account of the little family he created.

social media version - taking requests here

trigger warning. loving father (lmao)

side note. this is a little drabble while im working on the requests !

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[grateful for ever 🤎]

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pablogavi enseñando lo básico a los niños ⚽️

[teaching the basics to the kiddos ⚽️]

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user imagine having pablo gavi as your father, [your name] as your stunning mother and a bunch of footballers as uncles ???????

user the dream

user the gavira family vacation arc is over 😔

fcbarcelona our youngest players ❤️💙

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yourusername summer’s vacation throwback (and isaiah showing off his outfit) 🤍

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user GOD I THOUGHT Y’ALL WERE DEAD

user IZKSKLZLZLZLLALZ FINALLY

user got us worried pookie 🙏

user i was def thinking that her and gavi might have broke up

pablogavi never

user SCREAMING AND CRYING

user STOP BRO

annalewandoska gorgeous family ❤️

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lamineyamal no he is missing me more to care

aurorapaezg y’all shut up, im his favorite auntie 🙄

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pablogavi mamá y papá noche. feliz 4 años mi amor ❤️‍🔥

[mommy and daddy’s night out. happy 4 years my love ❤️‍🔥]

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yourusername te amaré toda mi vida i’ll love you all my life

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user STOP BEING SO CUTE

user ITS BEEN 4 YEARS ALREADY ??????

user time flies and i’m still single

user you’ll find one day my love

user stop being sweet or i’m gonna fall in love with you

user ok then ill stop

aurorapaezg can you stop stealing my sister-in-law from me 🙄

yourusername like fr let us live our romance alone 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

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[sanspuppet]

Horny thoughts about having San as your boyfriend, damn i can't stop thinking about this man 😮‍💨

Y'ALL SEE HIS NEW PIC? HAVE MERCY PLEASE MY LORD 🛐🛐🛐🛐

W/T: 18+ content (nono square for minors)

• imagine you two just laying on your shared bed, the both of you minding your business watching your phones, quite bored. And then out of nowhere you expose his defined abs for joke, by dragging his t-shirt up, but making him suddenly so needy for you to suck and leaving hickeys on every inch of his stomach (duuuhh im so obsessed with his chest)

• bet he'd get so jealous, not with strangers but with the other members, geez i think he would be quite annoyed by them flirting (jokingly) with you. But don't you dare to do the same, he'd instantly pin you at the wall and fuck you mercilessly, as soon as you come back home

• obviously he's not always rough, he'd also love you to give him head and just sucking him off, everywhere at anytime, there's no refuses. He'd love especially when you do it suddenly, feeling your tongue licking his dick as a surprise would make him so, and i mean so hard, maybe under the table while he's working, while he sleeps, under the blanket when he's watching a film...

• HE'S AN ASS MAN, PERIOD (and im so happy about it, cuz im obsessed with my ass, too) his fav position would be obviously doggystyle, he'd go crazy at the sight of his thick dick disappearing inside you, your ass red from all the times he would spank it, and slapping against his waist. I think he'd also sometimes, when you cuddle, palm it, lick it, leave small kisses and hickeys around its cheeks (im melting oh my-)

• he'd love to see you wearing his hoodies, especially the gray one (HE ALWAYS WEARS GRAY HOODIES). You wearing only that hoodie, layed on your bed, with him who drags it up a little, enough for him to could finger you, daaamnnn imagine his strong fingers finding their way into your pussy and then playing joyfully with your clit (HRMRNJDJE im going crazy for the things I AM writing on my own)

• when he's on tour he'd ask you to send him pics (nudes 🫢) he loves your sexy-aesthetic photos, no need to say he'd masturbate on them, imagine him stroking his dick desperately, because he needs to feel and see you soo bad. You perfectly know it, so you'd send him audios of you dirty talking just to tease him more (spoiler: he'd probably cum only by hearing your small whimpers), SO THEN HE WOULD PAY YOU BACK by sending you audios while he's reaching his orgasm, damn his moans would be so prettyy

• god... if you'd say to him something like: "baby im horny" he surely would reply to you: "fuck me, then" so you would immediately ride him. Imagine unzipping his leather jeans (i literally scream when i see him wearing them) his cock popping out of his boxers, already hard by the idea of you bouncing on it. And just like that, you'd take all of his length at the first thrust. When you'd stop because of too much friction, after bouncing desperately, he'd raise his hips and fuck you from beneath, overstimulating you because he loves to see you fucked out by him.

• passionate sex with him would be like heaven... 🫠 you layed on your back, on your bed, him on top of you, kissing you deeply, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth so softly. You're caressing his back, and he is doing the same with your hair, he'd attach his nose on your skin just to feel your soft scent. He would also make you understand, you're his significant one, by laying you on your stomach, legs open while he's sliding in and out of you deeply but sweetly, his hands resting on your ass, massaging it. It would be so relaxing, and after he has reached his orgasm, he would took his dick out and cum on your ass, smear it and then lick it off of you.

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons pt.5!!!

warnings: nada

content: loser!ellie x reader headcanons

authors note : ellie dug a hole into my skull and moved in

⁃ against bags for no reason. like her pockets are constantly full of things. random receipts, money, headphones, EVERYTHING. she takes her pants of and they jingle cuz they're filled with COINS.

⁃ knows how to do a back bridge and just HAS to let everyone know. you're watching tv and she's just on the floor like "look"

⁃ i feel like shes the type of person to just start fully eating an orange in the middle of class. like ur listening to the teacher talk and you're just hit by the most aggressive wave of CITRUS from behind you

⁃ constantly fighting the air... like she's just in the kitchen punching and kicking at NOTHING just because. she's always coming up to you and like take punching you and doing her own sound effects like “PWAH PWAH WAM WAPOW"

⁃ jar hoarder 😞😞 every time you buy anything that comes in a jar she's keeping it. literally won't let you throw them away!!! you guys don't even have cups anymore, its just jars and mugs.

⁃ speaking of mugs, ellie has just as many stupid mugs as she does stupid tshirts. absolutely has a lot of garfield mugs be she LOVES GARFEILD

- would buy a dry-erase board for your fridge and leave u little notes and drawings

⁃ "Every single time I see you, I become horny like a triceratops" with a little drawing of a triceratops"

⁃ breaks into incoherent ramblings when shes sleepy... like insane hypotheticals

"what if our bed just completely exploded right now"

⁃ whenever ur on facetime and it gets quiet she just breaks out into song. not even like good, trying singing but BAD SINGING.

⁃ she does that whenever it's quiet !!!

⁃ is listening to music CONSTANTLY. her headphones are actually attached to her ears like all DAY she's listening to something.

⁃ HATES THE BIG LIGHT (iykyk) she lives for low/ natural lighting definitely has so many lamps and led lights

⁃ can never sit normal.... like she is not beating the gay ppl sitting weird allegations she sits so ODD

⁃ will spend literal hours in the pool. doing flips, pretending to be a mermaid, 'making up' her own tricks, she lives for it & !!!

⁃ refuses to dress right for the weather. it'll be like 90° outside and shes in a whole hoodie and jeans.

⁃ has the WEIRDEST subway order. probably puts banana peppers on her shit 😭😭 she swears its the best thing ever

⁃ love's campy comedy movies, esp lesbian ones and horror movies (but im a cheerleader, bottoms, scary movie, etc) also def loves coming of age movies

⁃ has a letterbox account and makes extremely thought provoking reviews

literally her

⁃ always taking candids of you, and they're literally her favorite pictures

⁃ every time she sees two things next to eachother she's like "oh my god it's literally us!!"

⁃ one time she crashed her car and it literally fully flipped over and she just crawled out of the trunk and called you like "you would NOT believe what just happened to me."

- absolutely a waffles girl she needs the texture she likes the CRUNCH

⁃ but like she also loves bacon pancakes. like she's obsessed w adventure time and she makes bacon pancakes ALL THE TIME and she sings the song while she makes them

- eats trail mix like all day....she buys the giant jars and you make fun of her cuz she "likes eating nuts"

⁃ the most secret swifty ever. like she refuses to let it be known but she fully sobbed when she listened to folklore for the first time

⁃ obsessed w those baby sensory videos. like she will literally be entertained for hours

⁃ LOVES the lego movies, esp lego batman

⁃ the MOST honest shit talker ever like you'll be like "yeah she's just a really bad person" and she'd be like "she's also like disgustingly hideous...

⁃ her search history isn’t even weird or gross its just…random. like she’s definitely googled “how do cotton candy machines work” before

⁃ family guy enjoyer.....

⁃ her cf story is like insanely long n its filled w random memes she reposts and insane ramblings

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[aajjks]

yandere!BTS: you say you don’t love them.

disclaimer: this post contains dark heavy content, it is filled with themes that can be triggering for many, so viewers discretion is heavily advised. This is purely fictional and this does not represent bts members irl.

warnings: YANDERE CONTENT, crying, extreme jealousy, profanity, degradation, emotional manipulation, guilt tripping, obsessive behaviour and unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of punching someone.

note: BACK IN MY 2020 ERA HAHA. share your thoughts n feedback, after so long I’m finally writing for other members too, it felt really nice!!!! ENJOY!!!

Jimin:

You won’t even look at him.

“YN, look at me.” He has been begging you to look at him for the last couple of days. He feels like he will go insane if he doesn’t feel your gaze on him any longer.

Jimin knows you are upset. And you have every right to be, he’s always doing something to make you hate him even more. Why can’t he just learn to control his jealousy?

“YN please! I’m sorry!” He scoops in closer to you, he is so distraught, how can he fix this, this time he knows he fucked up bad.

Insulting your friends was a stupid thing to do, he’s learnt that by now, if only he wasn’t so blind with his jealousy.

“Fuck off, Jimin.” You groan at him, your face is tilted towards the other side and his hands grab your shoulders, but you are stubborn. “P-Please I’m sorry I told you I’ve realised my mistake!” How can he get you to forgive him?

“I hate you! You’re fucking immature and stupid!” Your words are like bullets to his chest, but he maintains his composure, he cannot start crying right now because he doesn’t want to prove you right.

“YN- I-I know… I’m sorry I fucked up bad, but p-please don’t say you hate me!” Jimin gasps in surprise as you finally turn towards him, your gaze settles on him.

“Y-YN!!!!! Thank God baby!” He leans in closer to hug you but you immediately stop him. “No. I’ve had enough, I need a break.”

His whole world crashes down in front of his eyes.

“W-What do you mean!?” His eyes are wide and glossy already, he cannot believe this, you are going to leave him? Just because of your shitty friends?

“Yes you heard me, I need space from you- fuck I don’t want to look at you!” You stand up and glare at him. “This is not the first time you’ve crossed a line Jimin!”

He follows you, “YN THIS IS ABSURD! I TOLD YOU THAT IM SORRY! Y-YOU CANT LEAVE ME! Not over s-such a small issue!”

“SMALL ISSUE? Oh God… why am I even trying with you! You’ll never understand!” You try to move past him but he is quick to block you, “n-no you can’t leave me! YOU LOVE ME!” His crescent eyes look back into yours with a dark hue in them.

You laugh, “I-I did love you but I don’t think that I love you anymore.”

“Y-You don’t mean that!” Jimin breaks down at your words, fat tears start rolling down his eyes, it always ends like this.

He always manages to make you feel guilty.

But this time you’ll stand to your ground. You have to leave him.

“YES I DO. And you can’t stop me anymore Jimin.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung is glaring at you.

“Quit being a brat already.” He rolls his eyes but you don’t respond, it irks him so much, he doesn’t like your silence.

Taehyung doesn’t know how to handle you, or himself if he’s being truthful. Your relationship with him is fragile, he knows, he can see it breaking into pieces that he won’t be able to pick up.

But he can’t let that happen.

“YN.” He calls out your name, “you know that I won’t let you go out so why are you even trying huh?” He grabs your face and caresses your skin gently.

It makes you sick, how can such a monster like him even try to act gentle with you.

“Don’t touch me.” You slap his hand away, he sighs softly, his eyes make you nervous, you know he’s holding back his anger.

“You know, you always manage to test my fuckin patience.” He laughs, you look at him with no emotion, he doesn’t mean anything to you, you don’t care about him, you don’t love him.

You’ve never loved him, you’ve always feared him.

“You’re so lucky that I love you YN, but you always have to act like an ungrateful bitch, don’t you?” His words are harsh just like his soul.

How can anyone ever love him.

“Taehyung I don’t love you.” You stare back at him with equal anger, “what? Don’t act like you didn’t know.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes at him, he’s biting the inside of his cheek.

The satisfaction of hurting his feelings washes over you, the man doesn’t move an inch though, his eyes are empty.

“Well you better start loving me or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Jungkook:

It’s eating him up, you’re fuming with anger.

He doesn’t know what to do, it’s too late anyways.

He already fucked up.

“FUCK YOU!” You spit at him, he can’t even look at you, his heart is thumping loud. Your voice is so loud that he cringes at the vibration. “YOU ARE FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO BE WITH!”

He doesn’t feel guilty about it though, he just feels guilty about the fact that it happened in front of you. “SPEAK NOW! You don’t shut the fuck up when you should and now you’re fucking quite!” You cross your arms to your chest and stand in front of him.

“YN I’m sorry to disappoint you but I don’t regret it one bit.” He looks up at you and confesses, you study him and yes it’s true.

There’s no regret in his eyes.

“Of course.” Your voice is breaking. He can never change, and it hurts to realise that. “HE FLIRTED WITH YOU RIGHT INFRONT OF ME!”

He’s screaming at you, it’s scary how he doesn’t realise his actions.

“You fucking punched him. That’s it I’m DONE.”

You are crying at this point, “I th-thought that you could change, Jungkook but you can’t. And I can’t take this anymore, your behaviour is starting to make me hate you.” You start to move back from him as he moves closer to you.

“Y-YN you love me and I love you! That’s enough for us, a-and I only protected our love!” You are too slow to get away from him and he grabs your body,

“What love? This is not love at all, I should’ve realised that way before but I chose to ignore my instincts! I don’t think I love you anymore.”

“You are impossible to love, Jungkook.”

“W-What?” Jungkook looks broken, his hands leave your body finally, he falls down to the floor of your bedroom, his tears don’t escape his eyes.

He feels numb.

Just like how you’ve been feeling this entire relationship, you both are toxic for each other, you bring out the worst in him.

He needs to let you go.

“I-I love you- YOU LOVE ME. I won’t l-let you go! I WONT! No matter what you say!”

[toorumlk]

Hi I'm so freaking obsessed with your twitter.

Also what's your favorite Romione moment in the books and why?

ohohoho thank you, friend, i’m quite proud of some of the stuff i’ve posted on there B)

and as for my favourite romione moment in the books, when i read the question i first blanked out for a couple minutes, thinking of a bunch of smaller, sillier scenes. but then i remembered that i do have a favourite and it’s from chapter 11 of DH, when remus visited the trio at grimmauld place and filled them in on he goings on of the war -including the implementation of the muggle-born registry. ron’s response upon hearing this (after his immediate outrage) was

and it’s not just the hand holding and the “‘you won’t have a choice’ said Ron fiercely” that played out so vividly in my head like this:

but this scene demonstrates so perfectly the political weight of this pairing (muggleborn/blood traitor) which i think is the immovable narrative foundation of romione. all of their silly moments and idiosyncrasies aside, there is genuine narrative purpose behind this love. ron has always had an astute understanding of the blood supremacist politics of the wizarding world (need i remind that he was ready to curse shitco at the ripe age of 12 for calling hermione the in-universe slur) and just how wrong it is. ron is a pure-blood wizard and by design has so much privilege in this society bc of it, but by virtue of having parents like arthur and molly, he’s grown up knowing the importance of fighting against blood supremacist ideology. always.

so, after hearing about the completely horrifying muggleborn registry ("People won't let this happen," said Ron. "It is happening, Ron," said Lupin.), he immediately turns to his muggleborn best friend and love of his life and says “i’m making you a family member, i’m going to use the protection my family-name has and use it to protect you from the awful injustice of our situation, no you won’t have a choice but to let me help you”

i remember having such a… visceral reaction while reading this scene like holy shit .. these kids, THESE KIDS!!!!! this is the bone-marrow-deep love that makes me feel insane. this dynamic of the blood traitor/muggleborn always there, from CoS all the way to the epilogue. We get to see that romione is the story’s pure blood/muggleborn that finally made it (rip jily and tedromeda :(). we see it in hermione keeping her muggle last name after they get married (oh my god these two actually got married) and we also see it in the hyphenated Granger-Weasley (granger being first!) in their kids’ last names (oh my gof these two had TWO kids). they are a true symbol of change and progress in their world.

also this is one of those moments where i’m so glad that our only window to romiones relationship development is through harry’s narration because it so brilliantly shows the readers this blossoming love story instead of just telling us about it because harry obviously doesn’t have access to the inner thoughts of his two best friends, he can only witness them fall deeper in love. showing the audience acts of love is always more powerful and my god is this an act of showing your love to your beloved.

(and not to go on an unrelated tangent, but this is exactly why i could never ship my girl hermione w any DE or DE-adjacent character. no fucking way. not when the concept of a muggle-born registry exists in this universe, not when the antagonists in this story wish to eradicate people like her from their society. idk about the rest of y’all but im going to keep taking the narrative seriously bc the worldbuilding obviously has real world ties/implications and i like engaging with the canon. tangently to the tangent, i saw someone (a ron basher) on twitter say that ron, OUR RON FROM THE ABOVE EXCERPT, was “one bad day away from becoming a death eater” ohhhh ohhh i ought to beat you with sticks bc HUH? this is the same kid who said he would’ve boarded the train back to kings cross if he got sorted to slytherin, the house notorious for birthing DEs, at the tender age of 11)

anyways, all this to say is that romione is incredibly, realistically, materially romantic and i love them and i love their love <3

[neo404]

im so obsessed w sub!nick and enemies to lovers rn pls work your magic 🙏

Stupid and Idiot.

Summary: Nick decides to bother you at a party so you decide to shut him up :3

Tw: reader drinks a bit, NSFW. Degradation? Oral sex, eating out, belt used as collar. (idk, I went kinda crazy).

The music is loud on my hears, people dancing around me as I walk to the kitchen to get another drink. The kitchen was surprisingly empty, most people were dancing on the living room or making out on random bedrooms. I open the fridge and take out a bottle with vodka and some orange juice, when I turn around and place them on the kitchen counter, I see Nick standing on the door frame smiling at me, I roll my eyes, that guy can’t leave me alone.

‘’Great, the idiot is here. Do you like me that much you came running here just to see me?’’ I say while starting to make my drink.

‘’Don’t be so full of yourself, in your dreams I come running to you.’’ He walks slowly towards me.

‘’In my dreams you don’t exist.’’ I take a sip of the drink and it burns my throat; I pour a bit more vodka on it.

‘’Sure, I bet you dream about me every night.’’

‘’Yeah, you are the creepy guy of my nightmares, the one that never leaves me the fuck alone so I punch in the face.’’ I smile at him. ‘’How about that? would you like to make my nightmares true?’’ this time he is the one he rolls his eyes at me; I finish the glass in one go to get out of the kitchen as fast as I can.

‘’You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.’’ Nick laughs and starts walking outside of the kitchen but I grab him by the shirt and push him into the wall, his chest and face against the tiles, my chest against his back.

‘’You would like that, won’t you? You filthy bitch. You just love railing me up.’’ A soft moan is muffled by his lips, I can feel him shaking against me and I smile against his ear. ‘’That’s why you are so fucking annoying? You just wanted to get fucked?’’

‘’S-Shut up.’’ He moans out, his hips backing up to meet mine, drawing tiny circles against my bulge.

‘’God, you are so pathetic.’’ I bite his neck playfully. ‘’Laundry room. Now.’’ I turn around walking to the door close to the fridge, I feel Nicks hands on my lower back, pushing me inside the room. I hear the door closing and locking behind me. I turn around and lean into the washing machine, crossing my arms over my chest and spreading my legs a bit. Nick is locking at the door and taking deep breaths. ‘’What? Not so brave now. Is the idiot to shy to talk?’’

‘’I’m not an idiot, you stupid fuck.’’ He turns around, his cheeks are red and he is clearly hard. I smile and tilt my head. ‘’Stop smiling! God, you are so fucking stupid.’’ He takes a step; he is standing right in front of me. ‘’I hate you, you are entitled, egocentric, arrogant and narcissistic.’’ I raise an eyebrow.

‘’You done, sweety?’’ Nick doesn’t say anything, he just looks away from me and crosses his arms. ‘’I’ll take that as a yes, then.’’ I grab him by the hips, turn him around and press him against the washing machine. His hands grab my shoulders, his eyes are wide and I feel him punch my shoulder not too hard. ‘’I don’t like brats. I prefer them more submissive and willing, but I think it will be fun to convert you, don’t you think so?’’ I whisper against his ear, my voice lower on purpose. My hands slowly pushing his shit up a bit.

‘’See, egocentric as fuck.’’ He murmurs and I laugh. I press my lips against his, my knee pressing against his bulge, his hands wrapping around my neck and playing with my hair. One of my hands slide down his shirt and up to his chest, a soft pant escaping his lips, my fingers playing with his nipple, his hips rolling and humping against mine. ‘’Fuck you.’’ He moans when I squeeze his nipple.

‘’I will, darling. Don’t worry.’’ I undo his belt, taking it out and putting it around his neck.

‘’W-what are you doing?’’ he grabs my hands softly.

‘’Don’t tell me nobody has done this to you?’’ he doesn’t answer. ‘’Oh, I’m sorry baby. they haven’t been fucking you good enough. You will love this; I just know it.’’ I buckle the belt around his neck, with enough room for m to fit three fingers between the leather and his skin. ‘’See, now I can move you around however I want to.’’

‘’Entitled idiot.’’ He mumbles and pulls me into a kiss, it’s sloppy and rough. He bites my lips and I bite back, our hips rubbing against each other. One of my hands slides down his pants, rubbing at his clothed cock.

‘’Want me to fuck you? Tell me, tell me how bad you want it.’’ I growl and he shakes his head.

‘’No, fuck off.’’ I smile and squeeze him before backing off. My back touches the wall and I pull the belt making him trip against me.

‘’On your knees.’’ I push him down and he kneels in front of me. ‘’Go on, if you suck me good enough, I might consider fucking you.’’ He frowns at me but undoes my pants and takes out my dick, his mouth opens and takes all of it, his head moving up and down rapidly. ‘’Fuck, you are such a whore.’’ My hand pulls on the belt a bit making him gag, his saliva running down his chin, muffled moans dying on his throat. ‘’God, you love this, don’t you? Bratty bitch.’’ His tongue moves around my length with experience, his blue eyes looking up at me in the dark room, I let out a pant and grab him by the hair, his hands move up from the floor to my thighs, form my thighs to my stomach, massaging up and down. I start moving his head up and down, feeling myself getting closer I pull his head away and his tongue hangs out. ‘’Not yet, get up.’’ He whines but gets up. ‘’Turn around.’’ He turns around and I push him against the washing machine, his back against my chest, both of my arms caging him in. ‘’See? Not so hard to be obedient.’’

I push him gently into the cold metal, bending him, his back arching. I pull down his jeans and boxers, his bare skin touching the cold metal, he lets out whimpers and soft moans, his whole-body shivering. ‘’Fuck me already.’’ He demands.

‘’Baby, you had it in your mouth, you know it won’t be that easy.’’ I massage his hips softly, taking in the sight. I kneel down, kissing softly at his thighs, I feel him squirming, I bite here and there leaving red marks all over him. I kiss his entrance and leave tiny licks all over it, he moans loudly when I finally push my tongue in, his hips sticking out and moving against my face while I eat him out, his moans get louder and louder, I leave one last kiss on his cheek before standing up again.

‘’Wha-Why did you stop?’’ he whines and I roll my eyes, so needy.

‘’Shut up, suck my fingers if you wanna be fucked.’’ I shove two of my fingers on his mouth and he doesn’t complain, his tongue starts moving around them, getting them wet really was, after a few more lips I pull them out. My hand travels down to his already wet hole, the two of my fingers slide in easily, I pump them in and out as fast as I can, his back arching, loud whines and moans leave his mouth pleading for more. His hands grabbing my shirt and pulling at it, I grab his arms and hold them behind his back with my other hand.

‘’Faster! Please.’’ I laugh, curling my fingers a bit hitting the right spot, a breathy moan scape his lips. ‘’Fuck! Right there, please, more.’’ His legs are trembling and his hips are buckling back at my hand.

‘’You gonna cum?’’ he moans in response. ‘’Yeah? Ask nicely.’’

‘’Please, I’m close, please, please!’’

I lean in so my mouth is against his ear. ‘’Good fucking boy.’’ He lets out a loud moan, his hips trembling more, I stick my fingers out and spank his ass. ‘’God, I didn’t even touch your dick. So filthy.’’ His ass is wiggling, backing up against me. I stand up, letting go of his arms. ‘’Want more, sweety?’’ he moans softly. ‘’Words whore. Words.’’

‘’Yes, yes. Please, want you inside.’’ He rubs himself against my hard dick, moaning softly. I spank him again.

‘’Don’t move then.’’ He stops moving, I grab my cock and pump it softly, pre cum falling into his hole, I slap my dick against his ass and slide it. ‘’That’s it. Good slut, arch your back, come on.’’ He raises his hips a bit, his back arching prettily. I reach out and grab the belt, my hips moving slowly against his, I roll my hips and trust slowly, his whimpers loud and his body sensitive.

‘’More! faster, please, please.’’ I tug the belt a bit, moving my hips faster and deeper, knocking the wind off his lungs, he is panting and drooling all over. The washing machine smashing rhythmically against the wall.

‘’That’s it babyboy, moan as loud as you want, no one will hear you.’’ I grunt, his hips moving on circles, buckling against mine, practically fucking himself on my dick. Our moans are loud, his legs shaky, the room is filled with the wet noises and the slams of our bodies, the music entering from the cracks of the door. I feel him twitching around me. ‘’Not yet, hold it in for me. Hold it.’’ He whines and I slap his ass. ‘’Good boy.’’ I move my hips a bit slower, but deeper. ‘’Were do you want it, baby?’’

‘’Inside, want it inside. Please, I need it.’’

‘’Good whore.’’ I lean in, my face against his ear, grunting and whispering at his ear. ‘’Cum for me, cum again.’’

‘’Fuck, fuck, fuck!’’ Nicks face goes down against the cold metal, his legs trembling. He is whinnying because my hips haven’t stopped moving. My grip at his hips tightens and with a few trusts more I feel myself go inside of him, as I slowly pull out, I can see white drops come out of both of us.

‘’Shit.’’ I chuckle. ‘’God, all I had to do to shut you up was this. You should have told me sooner.’’

‘’Fuck off.’’ He pants, holding himself up with his elbows.

‘’You okay there, brat? Want me to clean you up?’’ I coo near his ear, my hands rubbing his lover back and hips. ‘’Just so you know, good boys get to be cleaned up by my tongue.’’ I kiss his cheek and I feel the warmth of his blushed skin against my lips.

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I almost died 5 times while writing this.

[chrissturniolosbitch]

Dark Confessions

warnings- SMUTTY SMUT!!!, jerking off, sexual thoughts, swearing. idk what else.

summary- chris and y/n both have feeling for each other, but wont confess, untill y/n catches chris touching himself to the thought of her.

a/n- i wish this was real, i actually think my obsession is getting out of hand...

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Chris and i have always been close. As much as i loved the other two there was something about chris that just gravitated me twards him.

The only bad thing is that i started having feelings for chris the past summer.

His eyes, his hair, the way he sqeezes his eyes shut when he laugh, his lips, his teeth, his hands, and how slender his fingers were.

The way his body looked, and how perfect his smile was. The way he would tease me, but always knew how to comfort me.

I always wonder the things he would do to me if he knew how much i truly loved him.

How his fingers would feel on me, or the way his body would feel touching me skin to skin.

Or how his dick would feel twitching inside of me.

what if he doesnt feel the same?

what if he thinks im weird?

what if he stops being my friend?

fuck it.

I got up from the couch, and started walking downstairs too chris' room, turing the lights, and TV off on my way.

I stopped infront of his door before knocking, "hey chris can i come in?" I wisper, yelled.

no response?

i was about to knock again when suddenly i heard soft wimpers coming from his room.

Is he okay?

Is he hurt, should i help him?

I cracked open the door to see what was wrong when suddenly my body froze in place.

Christopher Sturniolo.

His hand squeezed beautifully over his dick, and his damp hair stuck perfectly on his forehead.

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(Chris' POV)

y/n my bestfriend for God knows how long, the most beautiful girl ive ever layed eyes on.

The way her hips swayed when she danced, the way he lipgloss stuck perfectly to her lips, and how plump her butt looked in my favorite shorts of hers.

The thought of her made me hard.

should i think this way of my bestfriend?

is this wrong?

but oh how beautiful she was...

I felt my hands favoring over the waistband of my sweats. I lowered them to my ankles, my boxers following.

I squeezed the head of my dick, pumping my palm up and down.

The thought of y/n roaming my mind. The thought of how good she would feel clenching around me, and how bad i needed her.

The thought of her touching me had me whimpering her name.

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(Y/n's POV)

abruptly chris cocked his head twards my direction, looking me dead in my eyes when he threw the covers over his body, "what the fuck are you doing in here? please leave oh my fucking gosh." He said practically yelling at me.

"its okay chris..." i said unaware of my sudden confidence boost, "w-what do you m-mean y/n.. im s-so fucking sorry. I shouldnt have been doing t-that with y-" he was about to finish his sentence when i placed a kiss on his lips.

His eyes went wide as i sat kn the edge of the bed, "Do you think of me everytime you touch yourself?" I said abruptly, "I- y/n please.." Chris said giving me puppy eyes.

"Please what christopher?" i said knowing exactly what he wanted, "please touch me ma"

With a tic of approval i grabbed the covers, and threw them off the bed, looking at chris' throbbing dick that was already leaking loads of precum

I put his tip in my mouth, and immediately started deepthroating him.

He got a fist of my hair, and started moaning my name, "fuck y/n please dont stop" i looked up at chris, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his mouth slightly agape.

I hummed over his dick in response which must have set him off because within a instant chris jolted his hips up, twitching in my mouth letting ropes off his cum stream down my throat.

He let go of my hair, and i got up starting to strip naked. Chris groaned at the sight of my body.

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(Chris' POV)

The thoughts of y/n, and all my dreams were coming true.

i watched as she stripped naked infront of my face.

The way her boobs sat perfectly on her chest, and he hips.

her. mother. fucking. hips.

She walked over to me, and kissed me, i immediately kissed her back.

She straddled me while we were still kissing. God i never wanted this to end.

I grabbed her hips a lifted them, pulling my lips away from hers, "i need you y/n please" all she did was nod, "use your words baby."

"fuck yes chris, please fuck me."

thats all i needed to hear before i dropped her hips the whole way down, bottoming out.

I started thrusting up into her, as she held my biceps trying to match my pace.

I grabbed her waist, and started helping her bounce up, and down on my dick, "fuck im gonna cu-" i started when i suddenly felt myself twitching inside of her.

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(Y/n's POV)

I was determined on finishing, no matter how overwhelming, or overstimulated chris got.

I arched back, and grabbed chris' hand placing it over my clit, motioning him to help me cum.

He started rubbing fast circles over my clit, as i moaned.

I felt a familiar knot form in my stomach, when suddenly it snapped. I came.

Chris looked up at me grinning, i could tell he was overstimulated, but loved it.

I slowly pulled off of chris, and fell beside him, "was that okay? did i do good for you?" i said wanting to know if i made him feel good.

"thats the best sex ive ever had y/n" Chris said giggling, "Good me too" i said leaning in for another kiss.

"You know... well.. ive liked you for a while now y/n/n." chris siad starting to get shy, "me too chrissy, and im sorry i didnt tell you sooner." i looked over at chris face, the way the moonlight shines down his naked body perfectly.

"Well, what does this mean now?" chris said waiting for my response, "I dont know chris you tell me." i said tilting my head at him, starting to smile, "i want you to be mine. I need you y/n" He said sighing.

"I want you to chris, i am yours." I stated placing one last kiss to his nose, then lips before we drifted off to sleep.

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THAT SHOULD BE ME💔

anyways, i need chris in me, on me, and with me... like now.

[delqcate]

hi angel!!! im aware of how super busy you are rn, but I can't get like frenemies scott barringer and reader out of my head, imagine it, like he's so annoyed by everything she does, she's the total opposite of him, sweet and kind, but also the sarcastic angry feminist, and he's the self-righteous football captain arsehole.

But no matter what he does, she's constantly stuck in his head, and it's kinda like the song "you look so pretty, pretty like the sun, i could watch forever while you shine on everyone" and he's so in love and a little insecure, which he covers up with this pompous arrogant fboy persona

anyways, you're writing gives me life more than anything! when i first discovered your flannel shirt fic on scott, i became obsessed and stalked your profile and obsessively read through all your fanfics, hayden characters or not, I read them all, and im head over heels in love w u :) you genuinely write the best fluff ever, like your my favourite blog for fluff, like don't get me wrong smut is cute and that, but god i would kill for some forehead kisses and hayden fluff

because i love you.

scott barringer x reader

anon you own my whole heart ilysm!!! you're soso incredibly sweet and being your favorite fluff writer??? such an incredible honor 🥹 i'm sorry it took me a while to get to writing this and i feel so bad cause i feel like i just didn't have enough inspiration for this so it's all messy but I hope it's still good. scott and shelby don't get together here but they're still good friends

summary: you and scott don't necessarily hate each other, but you can't tolerate both that much either. after a plan gone wrong, turns out there's a reason why.

warnings/cw: swearing, kissing (i don't know if that's warnings but yeah), fluff fluff fluff

word count: 1.9k

Where does Scott even begin with you? The Cliffhanger's sweetheart, the epitome of the sun in this hell hole, is his friend. Well, sort of.

Because every time he was near you, it felt like he was constantly basking in the sun, yet at the same time, he was warmed up by everything you did, from your smile to your voice. It was almost like he was constantly taunted.

He couldn't get enough of you, though. You were everything he's ever wanted—the warmth and love of another—and yet he still seems to be pushing you away.

But then that all changes when a little surprise is left on one of the class boards one morning when Scott and the other Cliffhangers are called to meet up with Peter and Sophie.

Scott walks into the classroom, wearing a sweater he just threw on due to the cold, and looks at the board in confusion. "Morp? Wh-what's a morp?" His brow was furrowed, and he frankly didn't care too much about decoding it until Auggie followed from behind him. "Oh, cool, a prom?"

Scott looks at Auggie, realizing everyone else is inside already. His eyes land on you, and he suddenly can't focus on anything but you. Everyone was taking a seat, and it took him a moment to realize you sat with him until a hand waved at his face.

"Scott, y'there?" Your voice rings out, and he looks at you, his face brooding as always. "Why? What's up?" He clears his throat and focuses his gaze on you. Despite hating you, he seems to be interested in what you have to say. Probably just sucking it up so it would be over.

You look at him, and suddenly you find yourself drawn to his eyes. Do they seem more blue than usual lately, or have they always been this way? But you don't have time to ponder about that because now it’s his turn to snap you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, are you there?" He gives you a small smirk, and you playfully roll your eyes. “Yeah, sorry,” you say, clearing your throat and resting your head on your palm. “Sophie and Peter paired us for morp planning.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he immediately covers them up with his emotionless stare again. “Why us? ," he asks, sounding annoyed. “Dunno,” you reply. “Probably ‘to build a stronger relationship between us’,” you say, playfully mocking what Peter constantly tells everyone whenever there’s a team activity.

He let out a soft scoff but couldn't help but let a smirk form on his lips. He was starting to let his guard down, something he rarely does around people; besides Shelby, she relates to him more than anyone. "Yeah, all that bullshit."

You nod and chuckle, watching as he bounces his leg, a habit you share with him. "All we have to do is plan the music, so it shouldn't be too bad. They're letting us use Peter's office and a couple more gadgets, I think." You shrug, but all you could think of was Scott.

Spending time alone with him in a room for days on end sounded both eventful and terrifying. But at least it was him instead of anyone else; at least you could get some peace and quiet for once.

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It had been days since you and Scott were assigned to make the playlist, and despite the bickering and constant grogginess you two would feel the next day, it was bearable. It caused something in Scott to brew—something he thought he could keep in, but it was just waiting to burst.

Scott dragged Shelby away to a corner in the common room—not the best place to have a private conversation, but it'll do.

"Let me guess," Shelby starts, her gaze landing on Ophelia talking to Peter and back at Scott. "You need advice to ask her out?" Scott scrunches up his face, annoyed but thinking about it. "Well, yeah," he says after a moment.

She chuckles and looks over at you again, trying to think of anything. "Morp's tomorrow, Scott. How are you sure Auggie or someone else asked her out?" Scott suddenly seemed upset at the thought, however. "You think Auggie has more of a chance than me?" His angry question was a little too loud, loud enough to catch your attention, at least.

Shelby quickly looks away and narrows her eyes at Scott, slapping his arm playfully. "Will you keep it down, you idiot?" He whines and leans against the wall, crossing his arms and staring at you from afar. "How am I ever going to ask her out? I'm just the cocky football star, a pompous asshole fuckboy. Every bad thing you could think of."

She sighs and moves closer, taking his hand and watching his expression before continuing, "Sure, you can be a complete asshole." He scoffs and looks at the floor. "Great way to start that off," he muttered. She rolls her eyes and continues with, "But all that matters is what they think of you. You wanna go all out and be stupid with your promposal? Go ahead. I'll be there every stupid step in the way."

He moves his gaze on her and mutters, "Stop calling me stupid. But, thanks."

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The plan was perfect. You and Shelby would be hanging out together, saying some good stuff about Scott, and Scott would play football with Auggie. Auggie would throw the ball at you, and he would save you. He would tie that to some smooth way to ask you out, but he would worry about that later. What was the worst that could happen?

Scott watches nervously as Shelby and you sit at the bleachers, taking a deep breath as Shelby discreetly nods and Scott starts to play. Your gaze moves to Scott, and a small smile grows on your face. Seeing Scott play football was cute to you. Despite being an ex-football captain, he still never lost his love for the sport, and you admire him for that.

Shelby notices your stare and chuckles, looking at Scott and back at you. "You eyeing Scott?" Your cheeks heat up and your eyes land on her, shaking your head as your face gets all flushed up. "No- well yeah, but not in that way! He's my friend; I just want to watch him."

Your gaze moves back to the two boys playing, and you swear you saw Scott wink at you, but maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you; he probably got something in his eye.

But you didn't even have time to think because the football started flying towards you, and Scott's amazing plan came crashing down as soon as the ball hit him right in the face.

"Scott!" You yell out and rush down to him with Shelby. He lets out a loud groan and covers his face. He's never felt so much pain and embarrassment before. "Auggie, fuck!" He groans out. "I didn't mean to, I- I'm sorry!" Auggie frowns and looks at the two, watching as you take Scott into your arms and prop your leg up for him to rest on.

"Shit- Scott, move your hand." You frown and try to move his hand, watching as a crowd of people form, someone rushing to grab Peter. Scott whines and shakes his head, saying something about how it really hurt, but it's muffled from his hands.

"C'mon, please? I swear the pain will be gone soon; I need to see how bad it is." You were trying to stay calm for the both of you, and after a moment, he moves his hands away to reveal a bleeding nose and some tears.

You wince and help him stand up. With the help of Shelby and Auggie, you guys safely bring him to the girls rooms and onto your bed, hurrying off to the bathroom while the two find something that could help Scott besides a wet rag.

You return to him on the bed and move his hand away. A small hiss escapes you, and you start to clean him up. The silence was killing you after a while, so you mumbled out, "That was stupid, y'know?"

He looks at you with an annoyed expression and scoffs, trying not to move too much as you clean his nose and check if it is broken. "Well, I'm sorry for saving your life," he says sarcastically, clearly upset that you didn't appreciate him saving you. Maybe his plan was just stupid.

"I mean, I appreciate it, but look at you now." You frown and place the rag on your side table, grabbing some tissues to clean the spot better. "Why'd you do it? Ruin your oh-so-perfect face for me?" He smirks and looks at you. "You like my face, huh?" You roll your eyes, and he lets out a small laugh as you punch his arm.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." He lets his laughter die down and listens to the two of you breathing. It calmed him down to hear your breath, especially because he definitely needed to calm down. He took a deep breath and calmly let out, "Because I love you."

You stop your arm and move your gaze from his nose to his gaze, which was locked onto yours. You couldn't tell if it was because he was frozen in embarrassment or because he wanted to show you he really meant it; either way, it left you shocked.

How does he like you? He's made it very clear that he has some hatred towards you , so it didn't make sense. "But the way you act around me—" he quickly interrupted you. "It's because I'm insecure." He sighs and looks down at his hands, feeling the embarrassment creep up on him.

"You're just so- so gorgeous. You make everyone smile and laugh; it's like the goddamn sun. You shine so bright, and I can't help but feel this jealousy towards you because everyone gets to experience all of that." Although he didn't outright say it, it was clear to you that he was jealous, and it was incredibly adorable.

You let out a soft laugh, and at first he thought you were laughing at him, but a small smile formed on his lips when he realized you were laughing with him. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I feel like I shine brighter when I'm with you. You make me sparkle, I guess."

He chuckles and moves a little closer, sensing the change in tension, and he was sure you did too because you moved closer. "Sparkle, huh? What are you, a vampire?" He smirks and wraps his arm around you, making you roll your eyes and cup his cheek. "Just shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am." He smirks wider and kisses you gently, immediately crash-landing into heaven as soon as he feels your lips. They were soft and felt heavenly, just like he imagined. The kiss grew deeper but didn't last too long as someone threw a box of bandages at them.

Scott pulls away in annoyance but quickly gets flustered as soon as he sees Shelby and Auggie; he completely forgets they were coming back. "Congratulations, lovebirds!" Shelby smirks and moves her gaze between Scott and you. "But do us all a favor and get a room, will you?"

You let out a small chuckle and quickly helped Scott clean up, hearing the pair's footsteps as they headed outside. Despite both of you being complete opposites, Something told you it would all work out in the long run.

taglist: none!

[bangtangalicious]

bts smut recs | needy!jungkook

there is something about when our lovely jeon jungkook is portrayed to be a hormone crazy, super needy, greedy, whiny character that is so fucking hot. tmw readers. i know you’ll love these. the hyper-horniness and blatant hunger for sex is so sexy. these are all jungkook x reader 18+ SMUT recs based on this theme. more to be added as i find them!!! 

🔺 = yandere/taboo themes *ALL ARE SMUT

MILF (series) by @koosbabygrl | 🔺 ive read this so many times. like. SO MANY TIMES. this is PEAK needy!koo energy. its so fucking hot i cant even put it into words. theres this mommy kink moment and i CANT get over it holy shittttttttt. also the sequels are GREAT, in part 2 when he has her riding his cock while she does her makeup oh my fucking godDDDDDDD. amazing.

this specific needy!koo drabble by @voidswan | 🔺 i know its not a full fic but its literally so hot i cry. bunny!koo just wants to fuck so bad poor thing I DONT KNOW WHY IM JUST OBSESSED OK the stuttering gets me every fucking time. screams. 

clean up by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | he’s drunk and he feels so guilty abt it but he cant help himself!! god its FEVERISHLY good. he’s all whiny and crying and he needs u so bad and the way its described is so fucking hot. the dirty talk is inSANE. dry humping. fuck. amazing amazing.

thunderstorms are scary by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | same couple, but this innocent needy kook is just scared and comes to sleep w noona and then ends up groping you and poor kookie just cat stop bc you feel so good. he ruts into ur ass and whines and ugh. brilliantttttt. honestly recommend this whole masterlist of step-bro fics from them its amazing. theres also a fun loss-of-innocent taehyung one :))))

training wheels by @fithehunnybee | theres a twinge of like sneaky manipulation in this one which i love. y/n kinda a bitch but she drives poor lil koo up the mf WALL. we have some cumming in pants action which i know you all LOVE hehehehe. also i love that it builds the tension so well with koo getting so desperate and y/n teasing..poor lil bunny

the dark prince (series) by @jkeuphoriadreamland | 🔺 LISTEN. first of all, read all their works bc, chefs kiss, but focusing on the needy koo in this, he DEVELOPS mmkay, he starts off all innocent but once he has a taste oh boy does he know what he wants (its you, btw *wink). poor boy cant see at first but he cant fucking help himself your touch drives him insane. how can you resist? the slow burn. the build up. the teasing. IMMACULATE. 

thank you, baby (series) by @scribblemetae | 🔺 im gonna clickbait you ALL into reading this. its twisted in the best way. a few personal highlights for me are when y/n is wearing the VR goggles and jungkook is like yeah imma just slide my cock in real quick lmfaooo its really hot though. the sort of unraveling of the reader adds to the desperation and neediness of both of their sexual actions. its fanfuckingtastic. each part has a good dose of things we all crave: begging, whining goodness

born sinner (series) by @1kook | OUR GOOD LIL CATHOLIC BOY IS UP TO NO GOOD and its got so much of his POV and the GUILT is so well portrayed and makes the whole thing seem more taboo/intense and its just fantastic mmm. 

forbidden by @googikoo | 🔺 again, i read this more times than i can admit. its not so much loss of innocence and more like straight up NEEDY but essentially sneaky devious lil koo is dating your daughter but, obvi, he wants you ;) 

teeth by @sweetbunnykook | ITS LIGHT SMUT BUT ITS JUST REALLY HOT LIKE I CANT EXPLAIN IT JUST READ IT ITS HOT

and not to be entirely self-serving but in case you want more..i too have dabbled in this genre ;)

touch me wherever

tickle me there 

touch yourself here 

wanna touch you 

soaked n’ slippery

ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE!! if you know of any other fics that fit this niche please feel free to lmk!! im always looking for new reads :) this one is for my TMW readers. i know what you like hehehehe ;)

[rowretro]

𝕄𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕃 𝕄𝔼𝔼𝕋𝕊 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼

✧taglist✧: @baevsxii @nikisdubblchococake @manooffline lilyofhoon

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, manipulation(?), shirtless-ish Riki

♡synopsis: Nishimura Riki. The Robot created by Yang Jungwon himself, a robot that is insanely human like, inside and out. No one could tell he was a robot. However, the Robot had possessed demonly powers, from Satan himself. So I guess you could see it's a half robot. Yang y/n, the younger sister of Jungwon finds herself stuck to this robot 24/7 no matter what she tried, he will always be by her because she's his muse, his world, his love, his obsession.

(PART 5)

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The Yang siblings sat there silently, watching as the robot worked around the kitchen. "What do you think he's doing? do you think he's babyproofing it?" Y/n asked as Jungwon stared at her, his face had shock written all over it "Oi- no I'm not pregnant!... I meant- do you think he's baby proofing it because he thinks I'm immature?" Y/n asks as Jungwon goes silently "That would make perfect sense... but what part of baby proofing uses strawberries and rice cakes?" Jungwon asked as Y/n blinked.

"NI-KI bot what are you up to?" The girl asked as the robot frowned. "R-right... my bad- Riki- what are you doing?..." she asked as the robot continued chopping some fruit "Preparing dinner." he simply said as Y/n frowned "I- what? I'm the one who usually cooks... Jungwon can't cook for shit-" she said as the robot turned to her, suddenly planting a kiss on her forehead. "My love, My life, My battery, I don't want even a drip of blood leaving your body from chopping vegetables... so go take a seat and let me make dinner." he said as Y/n stared elsewhere, avoiding staring into his cameras that were planted into those stunning, dark eyes.

The girl cleaned around the house a little while Jungwon left the house to run a quick errand at his work place. The girl gasped when she came back. The table was all set, all sorts of perfectly cooked foods, plated aesthetically, decorating the beautiful table. "I-Is someone coming over?" Y/n asked as the robot went silent "no visitors expected today." He simply said as he took off his apron.

"Then why so much food?" she asked as Riki softly pushed her to sit at the table, serving her with some food. "For us. healthy, tasty and pretty." He said as he picked up some food with his chopsticks, feeding her softly. His fingers making their way to comb her hair back a little, as she feasted on the delectable goods. "I don't know why I'm so surprised a robot can cook... I've heard you sing, seen you dance, you really are the whole package..." Y/n trailed off as Riki smiled.

"But I can't love you... we can be friends? but even that is weird... I'm sorry but me and a robot? I'm going to look so crazy." Y/n admitted. The robot's eyes darkened "I'm only PART robot... god why is it taking so long for you to realise you have no choice but to fall in love with you pretty girl?" The robot asked in Japanese as the girl frowned, tilting her head in confusion. "Oh nothing... Just analysing some data" he lied as Y/n nodded.

Y/n helped clean the place up while Jungwon ate. Poor guy had to overwork. "Riki..." Y/n trailed off as she nervously fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "you're biting on the skin of your lips, hair looks like you just fiddled with it, you're fiddling with the hem of your skirt, you're thinking about something what is it?... what's troubling you princess?" The robot asked as the girl stared in a little shock. "O-Oh.. u-uh... w-well... the weekend's over and... I uh. I kinda have to- I uhm..." The girl was scared.

"You want to go to school?" he asked, his voice a few octaves deeper. scaring the girl more. Y/n stared at the ground, as Riki softly lifted her head so she was staring at him, his fingers just under her chin. "Riki it's kinda the law- a-and im turning 18 soon so I will be done soon anyway-" she tried to explain, only to be silenced by his lips. "I'll be going with you." He coldly said as y/n's jaw dropped.

A robot? in a school? Y/n with a robot boyfriend? she needs to keep his robotness a secret, of course the government or military won't be a big deal, I mean this robot can't even be harmed by acid or lava, what the fuck will 109487430498 measly rifles do to him? It's more the fact, he may end up killing so many students. He's going to raise the teachers' standards, it's just not ideal for a freaky demon robot to go to a place for humans. tomorrow was going to be pretty fun...

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[im-yn-suckers]

𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

GUYS IM NOT SHIPPING SABRINA AND NIKI (imshippingsabrinaandme)

pairing-idol bf niki x sabrina carpenter obsessed idol gf reader(me)(both are in enha bc im unoriginal an di cant think of new gg names)

warnings-screaming, readers lowk aggressive, absolutely sane people at a concert, some toxic ass woman hits on niki when ure literally right next to him like blud relationship is public

"BABE GET THE FUCK UP AND PUT ON YOUR CUTEST OUTFIT WE'RE SEEING YOUR WIFE"

"uh, which one"

"sabrina"

"yeah maybe in my dreams or smth"

"no bitch, we're going to her concert"

"WHAT NO THE FUCK REALLY???'"

"YES, GO CHANGE"

"WHAT THE FUCK DO I WEAR"

"I DONT KNOW BUT HURRY CUZ I WANNA MATCH AND DRESS CUTE WE HAVE FLORR TICKETS RIGHT INFORNT OF HER"

''NIKI DONT FUCK WITH ME RN "

"IM NOT GO"

and you went. you put on a cute miniskirt with an over the shoulder crochet sweater with a heart missing, but the twist was it had sparkly red beads swen into it as if it were bleeding.

''hows this?''

''cute but im not wearng a miniskirt''

''wear, these jeans''

luckily you bought niki a matching pair of jeans, with the same heart pattern except there was no fabric missing, a bloody heart was sewn in. he put on the jeans, a white tank top and a red jacket over it.

you did your makeup, drew some hearts in red eyeshadow, and put some red gems on your face. you finished with some eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. trying to comeplete nikis look, you kissed his cheek leaving a red kiss mark.now you were ready to leave

you arrived and waited in your place. suddenly the lights went out and a familiar blonde woman appeared, the song feather played and you screamed.

a few songs later, she stopped near you and said, "wait oh my god, you guys are from enhypen. i love you!" you were able to hold her hand and you screamed when the music turned back on.

you were singing to nonsense and some lady comes up to niki, not knowing hes in enhypen.

'hey, youre cute, can i get your number' running her hand down his arm

he awkwardly moved and tapped you. "no, sorry i have a girlfriend."

"i dont see her"

''now you do bitch move'' taken aback, she scoffed and left

the time so go home arrived and sabrina sent a wink your way before exiting the stage.

you waited to be called to leave and hugged niki, thanking him for buying tickets. a body gaurd came up to you to let you know you can leave and said 'miss sabrina told me to give this to you' you thanked him and lft

'babe, are you seeing this, shes in love w me. " it had her number and and note tellign you to text her.

after arriving at your home, you cleaned your makeup, (and nikis) changed and layed down.

'thanks baby, tonight was so much fun."

'of course, dont forget to text her'

'youre right, love you baby'

'love you too'

and sleep

I WANT TO SEE SABRINA SO BAD DUDE BUT IM ALMOST POSITIVE SHE AINT IN MA HCITY ANYMOREEEE

lets just enjoy the feeling of delusion and act like she gave us her number and said she loves us