#preppy!reader

[doveofnestmount]

DOESN'T MIND MY BAD BEHAVIOUR

Jimmy Hopkins x preppy!reader headcannons

You're the definition of polished to perfection. Blazer crisp, expensive lip gloss, a reputation cleaner than Dr. Crabblesnitch's office. You float through the halls of bullworth like royalty, arm-in-arm with your fellow preps.

Jimmy didn't notice you because you're loud - but because you're untouchable. You're one of the few who just ignore and walk past all of the chaos at school.

You notice him the way you'd notice a retired fighting dog getting egged on by a bunch of aggressive pooches. A real 'tough guy.'

You flirt first - on a dare. Or maybe just to feel something. He smirks. "Didn’t think a girl like you played with matches." You tilt your head and grin, "Only the ones that burn real pretty."

You start hanging out with him ironically. Slumming it. That’s what you tell yourself. But the first time he lights your cigarette with one he’s already smoking? You’re done.

Jimmy is obsessed with the way you stand out in his world: your pink pens, your designer notebooks, the way your perfume lingers by your designated desk. He’d never say it out loud, but he likes being your secret.

He calls you "princess" first as a joke. Then it sticks. You call him "baby" like it’s his name.

He buys you candy from the corner store. You buy him cologne "so you stop smelling like motor oil and blood." He wears it.

You’re his pretty party favor - always on his arm, always drawing eyes. But no one dares touch. Not unless they want a broken nose and detention.

You once got caught breaking curfew. Jimmy showed up, said it was his fault. Took detention for you. You kissed him behind the school the next day like it was a ritual.

You cut class together just to lie in the sun and talk about running away to the city. He wants to box. You want to design.

You keep a picture of him in your locket. He has your name carved on his switchblade handle.

You kiss him like he’s your favorite flavor - slow, dramatic, lip gloss all over his mouth. You pull away and go, "Mmm. Cherry." He blushes. Jimmy Hopkins blushes.

Jimmy calls you flawless. Not "cute," not "hot." Flawless. You eat it up. You call him your lifesaver when he throws hands for you. You adore how he doesn’t flinch when you act out.

Jimmy’s the kind of guy who doesn’t talk about feelings - but he acts them out. He fixes your locker when it breaks. Puts his jacket over your shoulders in detention. Fights a guy who looks at you wrong.

You’re a little wild - spending money like water, making scenes when you’re bored, starting drama just to watch it burn. He finds it adorable. "Bad behavior looks good on you, princess."

He doesn’t have much, but what he does - his respect, loyalty, his attention - he gives you completely.

The air was thick with exotic perfume, cheap cologne, and heat.

The screen of the abandoned drive-in flickered a forgotten ‘80s horror film, casting neon light over the rusted speakers and dry grass. But neither of you were watching.

You were in Jimmy’s lap, knees on either side of him in the passenger seat of some junk car you two had broken into. He’d hotwired it earlier- not to drive, just to recline the seats.

"Romantic, right?" you teased, finger tracing his collarbone where his jacket had fallen open. Jimmy gave that slow, smug smirk. "Classiest date I’ve ever been on."

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "That’s because I am class, baby." Then you bit it - lightly. Just enough to hear him hiss through his teeth and to feel his chest pulsate.

He grabbed your waist tighter.

"You're outta control tonight," he muttered, breath hot against your throat. "And you love it," you whispered, licking cherry gloss off your bottom lip. "You love when I’m bad."

He kissed you like he was starving - hands everywhere, greedy, claiming. You kissed back harder, smearing gloss all over him. It's you signature, after all.

You pulled back, just barely, resting your forehead against his.

"I’m your problem, huh?" Jimmy’s hands ran down your thighs, grip bruising. "Nah. You’re my fucking solution."

You smiled, slow and syrupy. "My lovely life saver."

He didn’t answer with words. Just pulled you back into him and kissed you again - messier this time, lips slick with cherry, teeth clashing. You were his favorite bad habit.

The movie crackled on. Neither of you noticed.

[ghostlyfleur]

jesus h fucking christ

eddie blurb about reader who is very preppy dressing up all punk/goth for one of eddies gigs at a bar to fit in with the crowd.

he likes it alottttt

ty for requesting :D — eddie plans to take his preppy!gf to the hideout for the first time (established relationship, allusions to smut 18+ | 0.8k)

bug's two year celebration ♡

“Do you like?” you wonder aloud, with your arms splayed at your sides and a smile brightening your face. 

You watch wordlessly as Eddie’s wide brown eyes rake over your body — now intricately adorned with black and silver instead of your usual pastels. A flurry of butterflies bloom in the pit of your stomach. You feel almost shy, like he’s seeing you for the very first time.

Eddie opens his mouth but nothing comes out right away. Instead, he stutters, trying and failing to come up with a joke to conceal how flustered he’s gone. “Yeah. I—I like. I like very much, actually.”

His sneakers scuff the worn carpet of his bedroom floor as he takes a slow step toward you. He inhales the scent of your familiar, fruity perfume — a striking contrast to your darker appearance. You’ve teased your hair, smudged eyeliner beneath your eyes; you’ve even traded your delicate, flowery jewelry for chunkier silver ones. 

He reaches out a ringed hand and brushes his fingers over your pleated leather skirt, nothing more than an excuse to touch you. His eyes catch a run in your fishnets, obviously borrowed and tucked into a pair of used boots. He has to force his gaze to meet yours.

“Where’d all this come from?” Eddie asks, peering at you with chocolate button eyes half-hidden behind long lashes.

“The mall,” you shrug. “…And also Robin’s closet.”

“That checks out,” he laughs and steps back again. “C’mon. Give me a spin. Let me look at you.”

You smile with your tongue between your teeth and twirl before him with glee. Your skirt fans out at your thighs, flashing the edge of your fishnets and a brief glance of your light pink panties. Eddie has to remind himself to breathe.

“What’d you do all this for?” he lilts.

“For you, dummy,” you giggle.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I just— wanted to fit in with your friends, you know?”

The shy smile you give him makes his chest ache. “You’re sweet,” he hums. “But you didn’t have to do this, you know that, right?”

‘Cause I love you the way you are, he doesn’t say.

You think you hear it, anyway.

“I know,” you insist, dragging out the vowel like a sheepish child as you take a hesitant step toward him. “But I wanted to match my boyfriend. He’s a really famous rockstar, you know?”

Eddie tries not to melt at your feet when you close the distance between you. He wouldn’t say performing in front of his friends a handful of drunks makes him famous exactly, but he appreciates the spirit. 

“I did hear that, actually,” he nods sarcastically.

“I even wrote his name on the hem,” you confess vaguely, smoothing your palms over his chest. “’Cause I love him and everything.”

Eddie tilts his chin to his chest, searching for his name on your skirt. “Really?” he wonders aloud, interest visibly piqued. Even more so, when you smile.

“Not there, silly,” you laugh.

His pink mouth forms a pretty ‘o’ shape when realization runs over him like melted honey. “Oh…” he hums, eyes wide and glimmering with intrigue. A funny feeling hits him in his chest and in the confines of his worn jeans. “Well, now I have to see it—”

You slap his hand away when he reaches for your skirt.

“No! You have to wait!” you insist, always so girlishly stubborn.

Eddie’s face scrunches like you’ve physically pained him. “Why?” he whines.

“Because you’ll make us late!” you argue, eyes narrowed with a faux-seriousness. “And I didn’t get all dressed up for nothin’, Eddie Munson.”

“I just want a quick peek. That’s all.”

“...Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” Eddie nods, eyes wide and sincere, fingers crossed at his side.

You lift the front of your skirt, giving him a proper view of your pretty panties. His eyes fall immediately to his name, written in a sloppy cursive with fading black ink, right beneath the dainty little bow at the center of your underwear. 

Air rushes from his lungs like you’ve punched him in the chest. He goes dizzy with it, too. “Woah…” he mumbles, almost to himself, as his dark eyes glaze over.

“Do you like?” you repeat, more quietly this time, and with an air of subdued mischief. 

You watch his tongue dart slowly across his pink lips. Like he’s more concentrated than he’s ever been in his life. Like you’re a piece of dessert standing before him that he can’t wait to dig his teeth into.

Eddie doesn’t answer you with words. He’s forgotten them all by now. Instead, he just sinks to his knees before you.

When he presses a chaste kiss to where you’ve stitched his name in your panties — then another, where you throb like a heartbeat for him — you realize you wouldn’t mind being late all that much. It was Eddie you got dressed up for, after all. 

[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 || 𝗜𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗰𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘆 ||

A/n: Au where Ian never road the coster because his preppy girlfriend fucks him. Also I could have sworn he had tattoos , i haven't seen this movie in a while

For my dear friend @sacredwarrior88 , ily and hope you like it

The hallway echoed with distant laughter and excited footsteps. The group was off to ride the park’s infamous coaster Devil's Flight— a monstrous thing twisting above the lights like a steel skeleton. But you didn’t care.

No.

You only cared about the boy behind you, his dark hoodie half-zipped, combat boots scuffing the carpet as he shut the hotel room door with a dull thunk.

“I still don’t get it,” Ian muttered, voice low, gravelly. “You seriously dragged me back here just to not ride the coaster?” A bored tone to his voice as he shoved his hands into his pocket.

You turned slowly, your pale pink sundress slipping off your shoulder, lip gloss shining in the dim hotel light. You smiled.

A slow a dangerous smile.

“I dragged you back here because I didn’t want to scream on a roller coaster tonight,” you said sweetly, backing toward the bed. “I wanted to scream under you.”

His eyes darkened instantly.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he rasped, striding toward you like a storm. “You know what that dress does to me.”

"It's why I wore it." A little giggle escaped your lips as you tilted your head to the side as you dropped onto the mattress, legs spread just enough to make his breath hitch. You weren’t wearing panties. He noticed.

“Oh, fuck me,” Ian muttered, kneeling on the bed as his hands slid up your thighs, rings cold against your skin.

“That’s the plan,” you whispered, curling your fingers in his shirt and yanking him down into a kiss.

It was messy — all tongue, teeth, and heat, your gloss smearing between you. He groaned as you tugged at his hoodie, pulling it off to reveal inked skin and muscle beneath. You kissed your way down his neck, licking the pulse just to feel it quicken.

He shoved your dress up over your hips, eyes fixed on your soaked cunt.

“Already dripping?” he growled, dragging two ringed fingers through your folds. “Damn, baby…”

You whimpered as he pressed his fingers inside you, curling them perfectly — the heel of his palm rubbing your clit while you bucked against him. But it wasn’t enough. Not tonight.

“Need your cock,” you gasped, grinding into his hand. “Please, Ian…”

"You're so fucking needy."He was already unzipping his jeans, pulling his cock free — thick, hard, and leaking at the tip. You reached down to stroke him, loving the way his breath caught in his throat when you teased your thumb over the head.

“You sure you don’t want to ride a coaster?” he teased, smirking.

“I am riding something,” you whispered, guiding him to your entrance and rolling your hips forward.

The moan that tore from his throat as he sank inside you was filthy. You were tight, wet, clenching around him so perfectly that he had to pause, arms shaking with restraint.

“Fuck,” he muttered, forehead resting against yours. “You feel like heaven…”

He started to move — slow at first, dragging his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in. You gasped, nails raking down his back.

“Harder,” you begged. “Please—fuck me like you mean it.”

He obliged. Ian grabbed your hips and began pounding into you, every stroke making your breasts bounce, your cries growing louder as the headboard tapped rhythmically against the wall. His name spilled from your lips like a prayer.

“God, you take me so good,” he growled. “My perfect, filthy little prep…”

Your orgasm built fast — that sweet, tightening spiral in your belly until you were clenching around him, legs trembling, voice cracking.

“Ian—I’m gonna—fuck—Ian!”

You came with a cry, arching under him, pulsing around his cock. He barely lasted a moment longer, groaning deep as he buried himself to the hilt and filled you with thick, hot cum.

The room went quiet, save for your breathing and the far-off sound of park fireworks.

You stroked his hair gently as he collapsed beside you, still inside, his hand resting over your belly like he never wanted to leave.

He chuckled softly, breathless. “Best decision you ever made was skipping that coaster.”

"Hmm...I love my cute little goth boyfriend." You muttered ranking your fingers through his dark hair as Ian let out a snort.

"And I love you, my preppy, pain in the ass girlfriend.."Ian's voice softened for a moment as he pressed a kiss to your temple. "That somehow managed to choose me between anyone else."

[lavender-vixen]

you are literally whipping up this requests omg?? your writing is so good<3

if u don’t mindd could you do patrick with like a super goody two-shoes girly girl reader? its such a cliche ew but i love fics like those

have a good day btw !!

of course!

the bonfire crackled and popped, sending warm orange sparks into the cool summer night air. the quarry was alive with the sound of music blasting from a battered boombox...some loud rock anthem that the crowd of seniors was nodding along to. patrick hockstetter was close to the bonfire, naturally, lounging against a boulder with you perched delicately on his lap. the air was thick with cigarette smoke, cheap beer, and the faint, earthly scent of marijuana.

you didn't quite fit with that scene, and it was the first thing anyone noticed. while the girls around the fire wore ripped band tees, leather skirts, and heavy eyeliner, you were a picture of sweet innocence.

patrick's friends—henry, vic, belch—had all exchanged more than a few confused looks when he'd first brought you around. you were the polar opposite of patrick's type: soft-spoken, pastel-loving, the kind of girl who volunteered at bake sales and always remembered to say "please" and "thank you."

but patrick? he was obsessed with you. it turned him on that you were so innocent.

"she's so sweet it makes my teeth hurt," vic had muttered once, watching you offer patrick a carefully packed lunchbox you'd made for him. "why does she even like you?"

"shut up, jealousy," patrick had said, grinning.

tonight, though, you were fitting in better than usual. you had your arms wrapped loosely around patrick's neck, sitting sideways on his lap with your head tucked under his chin. your baby-pink sundress and delicate sandals stood out against the sea of black leather jackets and ripped jeans, but you didn't feel like an outsider. when rush's "tom sawyer" came on—a grittier, more electric track than anything on your madonna and blondie cassette tapes—you perked up and softly started singing along.

patrick tilted his head, a slight grin on his pouty lips. "look at that. she's learning satanic rock music," he mocked, giving you a bounce on his knee. "bad girl."

"shut up," you said, blushing but smiling back. "i don't mind this one."

henry raised an eyebrow from across the bonfire, watching patrick like he'd sprouted a second head. "man, this is so twisted," he said to belch, but there was no real venom in it. he just couldn't wrap his head around the relationship. he'd never seen patrick so...gentle.

patrick tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer and firmer against him. you giggled, pressing your temple against his jaw.

as the night wore on and the group started to thin out, with some kids leaving and others disappearing into the woods to drink or smoke, patrick leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"wanna join us? we've got plenty," henry called to you two, following the others into the woods.

you knew he meant pot, and you knew your parents would kill you if you came home reeking of it. you'd never tried marijuana before, but you knew patrick and his friends were well-practiced. still, you were too embarrassed to tell him no and sound lame in front of his friends.

he read the look of fear and reluctance off your face like a book. he always did. "how about we go swimming instead?"

you blinked up at him, your expression immediately wary. "patrick, no, we're not supposed to swim in here after dark. it's not safe."

he gave you a wolfish grin, the one that always made your stomach flip. "that's the point, baby. c'mon. it's just us now."

your face turned a shade of pink, but luckily he couldn't see it in the dark. "i...i didn't bring a swimsuit."

"so? take your clothes off."

your face flushed even more as you gasped, horrified. "no! no way."

he stood, effortlessly lifting you off his lap and setting you down on the ground. "c'mon," he repeated, already tugging at the hem of his shirt. "no one's gonna see. they're all getting stoned."

you hesitated, biting your lip, but the way he looked at you...like you were the only thing in the world worth his attention...made it impossible to say no.

"fine, just this once," you mumbled, glancing around nervously before kicking off your sandals. "but i'm keeping my bra and panties on."

patrick's grin turned downright predatory. "sure."

"but you have to, um, stand in front of me while i change. and hold something up. like a...shield."

patrick stared at you for a moment, then barked out a laugh. "a shield?" his grin was teasing, sharp as ever, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "baby, we're the only ones here. nobody's looking."

"i don't care," you said quickly, crossing your arms. "it's either that or i'm keeping this dress on."

he sighed, shaking his head but clearly entertained. "alright, alright. god, you're such a princess," he grabbed his black t-shirt off the ground and held it up in front of you like a curtain, standing in his boxer shorts.

"don't peek," you warned, pointing a finger at him as you slipped behind the makeshift screen.

patrick smirked but stayed put, one hand holding the shirt steady and the other resting casually on his hip. "really? getting all shy when i've seen plenty already."

your cheeks burned as you fumbled with the straps of your sundress, trying to shimmy out of it as quickly as possible. "this is so different," you muttered. "and don't say stuff like that."

"why not?" he tilted his head, even though you couldn't see him. "it's true. the gang knows."

"you told them we..." you stopped yourself, the blush crawling up your neck. "still...just don't peek."

"whatever," he said, though the grin in his voice told you how much he was enjoying this. "hurry up. i don't have all damn night."

when you finally stepped out from the shirt, now clad in just your bra and underwear, you clutched your dress nervously against your chest. patrick lowered the shirt and looked at you, his smirk widening as his eyes swept over you hungrily.

"hot," he said loudly, tossing the shirt aside. you noticed a few guys by the bonfire turn around to stare at the two of you, squinting to see beyond the shadows.

"oh my god, stop it," you huffed, covering yourself once again with the dress. "i hate you."

he reached out to tug you closer, yanking the dress away and throwing it to join his shirt and jeans on the ground. you felt his fingers go to unhook your bra, and you grabbed his biceps, trying to push his arms away.

"patrick! stop!" you shriek, drawing more attention from the stragglers by the bonfire.

patrick howled with laughter again. your voices carried across the quarry. you saw heads turn.

patrick's hands still tried to tug at your bra strap. "c'mon baby," he teased between laughs, "give 'em a show."

"patrick, please!" you begged, genuine panic setting in. "people are looking!"

"so? let 'em," he said, his smirk wicked as he finally relented, letting his hands drop to his sides. his bedroom eyes sparkled with amusement. "they know you're mine, anyway."

you glared up at him, face burning. "you're the devil," you muttered, clutching your arms over your wonder bra as you glanced nervously at the bonfire.

patrick didn't care. he never cared. he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours and tugging you toward the edge of the water.

the water shimmered under the moonlight, dark and inviting. you hesitated at the edge, the smooth rock beneath your feet still warm from the day's sun. "patrick, it's freezing," you whispered, your voice trembling...not entirely from the chill in the air. "and i just washed my hair. i don't want to get it wet, okay?"

"i'll warm you up," he said, stepping closer until his chest brushed against your back. His hands found your waist, firm but teasing, his thumbs brushing over your bare skin.

"what if there are sharks in here?" you murmured.

"there aren't," he said with a laugh, leaning down so his lips were just a breath away from yours. "haven't you ever swam here before?"

"no." your heart pounded as he pulled you closer, his body seeping into yours even as the cool night air sent a shiver down your spine.

"wait a minute, what the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to spot a little further out in the dark waters.

"what?" you asked, fear evident in your voice. you craned your neck to see better. "what, patrick?"

"that, right there," he said, turning your chin and pointing at the dark water. "holy shit." before you could respond, he swept you off your feet like you weighed nothing, lifting you into his arms.

you clutched his shoulders tightly. "what? what is it? oh my god, what?"

"i swear...it looks just like..."

"like what?!"

"my girlfriend!" he shouted, tossing you off him and into the water with a loud splash.

"patrick!" you gasped, coming up for air, coughing, hearing his wicked laughter close by. then he jumped in after you, soaking you again with the splash.

the cold water hit you, making you squeal and squirm as he swam up next to you. "it's freezing!"

"you'll get used to it," he said, splashing you on purpose.

you sputtered and glared at him. "you're such a child!"

he laughed and waded closer. you splashed him back, water catching the moonlight as it sprayed across his face.

his hands found your waist again, pulling you against him. the contrast of his warm skin and the cold water sent shivers through you, but his hold was steady, grounding.

"patrick..." you murmured, your voice trailing off as he leaned in, his breath warm on your damp skin.

"hm?" he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

your words caught in your throat as his hands slid lower to your hips. the water lapped around you, cool and weightless, his lips making contact on your cheek and trailing down your jawline, leaving a scorching path in their wake.

time blurred as the two of you lingered in the quarry, patrick alternating between teasing you mercilessly and pressing heated kisses to your lips or along your neck. but eventually, the chill of the water started to set in, and he helped you back toward the edge.

“c’mon,” he said, his hands steadying you as you climbed out onto the rocks. “let’s get you dried off. don't want your parents to throw a bitch-fit when i drop you off."

you shivered as the cool night air hit your damp skin, your white bra and underwear clinging to you uncomfortably. the fabric was soaked, practically see-through, and it wasn’t until you caught patrick’s smirk that you realized why he was looking at you like that.

“patrick!” you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. “stop staring." you grabbed your once-perfect hair, wringing out water, feeling soggy and grimy from the quarry water. "i look disgusting."

"i'm literally experiencing evidence otherwise," he said, unabashed.

before you could snap back, you heard laughter and voices ahead of you. whipping your head up, you saw henry, vic, and belch stumbling back from the woods, clearly buzzed. your heart dropped.

"holy shit," henry said, stopping dead in his tracks. he tilted his head, squinting as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "did you two go for a swim?"

vic barked out a laugh. "jesus, look at little miss prep! you dragged her into the water, didn't you, hockstetter?"

you flushed bright red, hugging yourself tighter in a desperate attempt to cover the wet, clinging fabric. "oh my god," you muttered, turning to patrick.

patrick looked completely unbothered. if anything, he looked pleased, his smirk only widening as he reached down to pick up his discarded molly hatchet band shirt. "relax," he drawled, holding it out to you. "here. put it on."

the shirt was huge on you, the fabric hung loosely over your frame and falling to mid-thigh. you clutched at the hem, trying to make yourself as small as possible under the gangs' eyes.

"hockstetter got you wet, huh?" henry asked you suggestively, earning a few laughs and nudges from vic and belch as they walked off to the bonfire again.

patrick's hand tightened on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin, though he did nothing to quell his friends' teasing. "ignore 'em," he said with an amused chuckle, raking a hand through his dark hair. "they'll be fantasizing about you later, guaranteed."

"gross, i don't want that," you protest, locating your sandals and sliding them back on.

"yeah, but don't worry. that's all they get." the smack of his hand against the back of your still-soaked underwear through the long t-shirt echoed, making you freeze in humiliation. "you're mine."

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#603...Red Roses

Goth!Yuu: Hey, random question, What are your favorite flowers?

Neige: Red Roses, why?

Goth!Yuu:..

Neige: Were you going to get me flowers?

Goth!Yuu:..

Neige:...

Goth!Yuu:..ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

[inkievoid]

NSFW Under the Cut

Preppy! Reader and Emo! Leon are finishing up packing away old books to be donated and taken out of storage. All alone in the store after hours. Doors locked tight and neon open sign turned off as they work. Leon yawns in a really weird manner. She turns, staring at him as he smirks, announcing he's gonna go make a coffee at the cafe counter and leaves. Doesn't even offer her a tea like usual, that's odd? She doesn't think anything of it as she tapes up the boxes.

A few minutes later Leon comes back, coffee-less and with a shit eating grin on his face. She asks him what he's so happy about. He says nothing just approaches her and wraps his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind as he starts kissing her neck.

This isn't abnormal since they started sneaking around. Find private places around the store to screw around all while giving their manager Chris the slip because he has a strict no dating coworker policy. Leon grabs her chin, bringing their lips together quickly, the tip of his tongue gliding across her bottom lip, asking for access and she obliges. The bottom of his tongue ring goes past her lip along with... Something bulky?

She pulls away looking up at him as he sticks his tongue out with a snicker. A black pill shape sitting on his tongue, making her skin grow warm.

Ni'e surpri', swee'ar?

He mumbles, not use to the foreign presence in his mouth quite yet. She nods with a giddy giggle before he pulls her back into a more heated kiss, pushing her against one of the shelves, clanking the metal against the wall and making a few loose books drop from the shelf.

Everything gets heated pretty quickly. So quickly he ends up on his knees, ripping her panties down her legs and onto the floor. Leg going over his shoulder for support while vibration shoot through her clit. Biting down on her sweater pushed up over her tits, lace bra pulled down so Leon can watch her chest heave and see her squirm under his touch. Thankful her sweater is muffling her cute little cries as his finger plunge into her begging hole.

Because god forbid anyone found out about them. He needs this job, but he also needs her.

[chaerrydoll]

𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺 ! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)

໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১ ♡

[lovingchrissposts]

Jawline

.💖😽

warnings: making out, use of y/n, slight touching, name calling, sweet, soft, short!

I’ve always had some obsession with Chris’s jawline. It was just so.. hot. I know most girls don’t like admitting it, add me to the list. But what I would kill to have a jaw line as sharp as his is priceless.

It’s around 11:34 at night and I’m in Chris’s bed. I’m wearing one of his white “Ransom” t-shirts and my black Nike pros. I have my phone in my hand scrolling on instagram liking and commenting my friends posts. I let out a soft sigh.

“Chrissy.” I whine softly putting my phone down on my chest. He glances over at me noticing my body language. He chuckles softly and clicks a few keys on his keyboard. He grips the arm rests standing up. I smile as he does. He clicks the power button on his pc.

God from this angle he looked so good. I stared at his jawline getting shivers down my spine just thinking about kissing it.

“I’m comin’ ma.” He states before walking over to his bed I’m in. He gets to me and sees my phone on my chest. I glance down at it and he grabs it sliding it into his hands. He places it on the Nightstand next to the bed.

“What’s goin’ on y/n?” Chris asks me before crawling over me to lay next to me on the bed. I roll over so we are both facing each other.

“I just want attention.” I admit glancing down at his jawline, his knife sharp jaw.. god how was i so lucky to land on him. He chuckles softly at my response and drags his hand with the silver bracelet onto my waist. I smile at him and he smiles back. “You have cute dimples.” He whispers poking my cheek making me giggle.

“Chriss!” I whin softly giggling before grabbing his wrist. He glances at our hands and stops poking me. We never have really held hands. I mean sure sometimes but not just like, out of the blue. Like this. I also glance up at our hands which makes me and I blush softly. Chris looks down at me and he softly presses our lips together before he pulls away making a little sound. We both realize we want more.

Chris chuckles and snakes his hand back down to my waist. Shit, shit, shit. I can feel my face immediately going red.

“Relax ma,” Chris whispers into my ear, making his jaw and neck right next to my face. Oh my god it’s right there. I feel my heart flutter. He kisses the side of my face. I grab onto one of the thick straps from his tank top.

He feels me grab his shirt and he starts to kiss my jaw softly. “Oh.” I whisper causing him to softly chuckle against my jaw. I giggle with my mouth closed softly scared he’s gonna stop. He rolls over on top of me pulling away from my jaw.

“Hey,” he whispers in his super hot, low, gruffly voice. God he makes me fucking crazy.

“hi.” I whisper feeling a little shy. He just chuckles making me giggle back. He kneels over me, his knees on either side of my hips/waist. He pulls away slightly and takes my hands in his. He can obviously tell I’m super shy, (if it wasn’t obvious to him already.)

“You doing okay there?” He asks me and I nod my head, he sighs softly and puts a finger under my chin making me look at him straight in the eyes. “Can you use your pretty little words?” I open my mouth to talk.

“Yes, I’m doing okay, just a little ner-“ I start to say but he cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine. Oh my god, every time he kisses me I feel something in my stomach fluttering around. I kiss his soft, plush, pink lips back.

My hands find their way to his jawline. I loved kissing him. It was perfect. He never rushed me through it, he always guided my hands everywhere but.. I wanted to do it by myself. I didn’t need him telling me what to do, don’t get me wrong i absolutely love Chris with my whole heart but I think we’ve kissed enough that I’ve got it down.

“ Chris?” I ask softly pulling back and he also pulls back and looks me in the eyes.

“Yeah?” He asks his lips still wet, his hair slightly messy from his headset. I Shake my head telling him ‘never mind.’ He gives me the look To tell him either way. I sigh softly but give in.

“You don’t need to tell me what to d..doo…” my voice trails off as his lips cling onto my neck. He just softly mumbles against it something inaudible but I just nod softly and bite my lower lip, I exhale focusing on the small nips and kisses against my neck. “Chris don’t stop please.” I whine softly and he nods against my neck.

Once he’s obviously left his mark on my neck he pulls back making me whine softly and he just chuckles softly. “Baby, I gave you what you wanted.” He comments and I look up at him nodding. “I know, I just love you- WAIT-“ shit, shit, shit, why did I say that?!? he chuckles and presses his lips against mine again before pulling back softly. “I love you too y/n, never forget that.”

Ok um, so I got this idea in the shower and I was OH EM GEEEE so I wrote it down and I’m so sorry it took so long to make, but like I can’t even be in the wrong here, Chris’s jawline is like 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻 LIKE DAYUMMMM. Anywhozle I hope u enjoyed and I’m so sorry it took fucking forever to come out. 😜 #schoolsucksass

[namranii]

Okay, finally I decided to send you ask. 😌

Could you write headcanons with Bryce? He's so underrated, I need more content with him (I love this angry prep 😔💓)

(and I see your ask already! ✨)

YOOOO IM GETTING A SHIT TON OF REQUESTS

BRYCE MONTROSE HEADCANONS ✿

him and justin are best friends.

super pissed that his father spent all their families money on gambling, booze, and women as well as other things. because of this, bryce has a lot of insecurity from his wealth.

his favourite animal is a weasel.

has the tiniest tiny crush on chad, and will deny it.

if you’re dating him, he’s super romantic and clingy. he’s your typical prep, but he’s super lovey.

buys you roses.

buys second hand aquaberry clothing, but cleans it so well that nobody notices and everyone thinks that they are regular aquaberry clothing.

works his ASS off at his summer job, to keep up with the rest of the preps insane shopping habits, and his school tuition.

a tiny bit afraid of the greasers. (mainly johnny) and doesn’t try to attack or bully them unless he’s with a fellow prep. (mainly derby).

he loves the smiths. not gary’s family, the band.

a black cat type of guy, but he literally looks like a golden retriever.

when hes not bullying paupers and convincing his fellow preps that hes way richer than he actually is, the guys pretty quiet. he likes to sit in the library and read classic fiction. or he’s boxing.

he cares ALOT for his skin, has a crazy skin care routine.

his favourite place to kiss you is the top of your head, if you’re shorter than him. if you are his height or taller than him, he would kiss your hand like the true gentleman he is.

has an odd fascination with drag queens, and wants to try to dress like them one day, but scared of getting bullied.

looks like a lana del rey song, im sorry but his model doesn’t do him justice. (none of the characters models do them justice 😭)

[sp7-mr]

When we say we like books, we don't just mean reading, we mean this:

[ilovesaladsomuch]

{ROUTE: Good Luck Babe!}

(angst/lesbians/satire/joke with my friend charley maybe a part two?}

“You’re my super graphic ultra modern girl…” Charley says with a love struck gaze. “Oh…about that.. I met somebody down at the pink pony club..I’m sorry..” Chappell says, charley softly grabs Chappells makeup covered cheek, “oh chappel…please..not now..” Chappell backs away slowly, her pumps clicking against the cold hardwood floor of Charley’s one bedroom apartment. “I need to leave..let’s keep it casual..” Chappell walks out, leaving Charley alone, eyes teary and heart wrenching she builds up the courage to message her ex wife.

(Charley is bold)

“hello Cassie.” “You unblocked me.”

“Needed you.” “Figures.”

”Cassie I’m serious.”

“Seemed as such darling, what’s wrong?”

“Chappell cheated, miss you so much”

“I’ll be there in 5 baby.”

“I’ll make tea.”

Sooner or later Cassie arrives at the old shared apartment, reminiscing on all the old memories of her and her ex. She tries the door, locked. She tries her old key, hm…never changed the locks it seems…pretty dangerous. As she enters, before she can look around charley runs up and engulfs her in a tight and powerful hug, “Gods..” Cassie responds in a lustful tone, voice beaming over Charley’s sobs, “your pretty when you cry, haven’t talked since the divorce..” Charley muffles a mumbled I know into Cassie’s chest and it was nearly thirty minutes later they found themselves making out on the red leather sofa of her home. This just proving they had missed each other, but Cassie just had to leave for dean.

THE END?

-kiwi? Idk it’s late and I just had a psychotic breakdown…

[inkievoid]

Emo leon likes to record himself because he thinks it makes things hotter, one day he recorded him fucking your thighs and kept it... 👛anon

(I imagined the Redfield Reads AU to take place in 1999 so I'm gonna be referencing some old shit that people might not know wtf it is and I'll be really dating myself here...)

NSFW Under the Cut

CW: Mention of chocking, bruising, and piercings.

I'd imagine Emo Leon taking old polaroids and disposable camera shots of your naked body after you two just fucked. (He has a fascination with photography) Getting your pretty worn out post orgasm face and the mess he made across your stomach in frame as you lay on his couch. He leans over you, giving you a kiss before he grabs a rag to clean you up. Dropping the specially labeled camera and polaroid on the coffee table as he got up.

He'd curl up, wiping your stomach clean, pulling you into his chest as you two look over the polaroid he took. Kissing your shoulder as you tangle your limbs together.

"You always look so sweet after you cum, like the bitchy side of you just evaporates." He chuckles, tilting the picture towards you. You whine, pushing your face into his neck. He rubs his hand up and down your side. His rings making a cold line up your skin.

"You're so mean to me..." He scoffs, biting his bottom lip, making his piercings shift on his mouth.

"I'm mean to you? Wasn't this you just five minutes ago?" His head rolls back over the arm of the couch, a fake an overly exaggerated moan leaving his lips which quickly turned real. You're delicate fingers squeezing one of his pierced nipples with a smirk as he looks back at you. Leaning in, you start kissing down his chest with a soft giggle.

"Sweetheart..." His hand goes down, lifting your chin up to look at him. Thumb with black chipped nail polish runs over your puffy lips as he cheekily grins. His hand slides from your chin to your neck. His thumb brushing over old hickey bruises as he snuggly fits against your neck.

"You're insatiable."

The next morning he's running late for class. Grabbing his bag from the floor and leaves behind his key for you to lock up on your way out to work after he kisses your head goodbye. On his way out he notices the few disposable cameras on the coffee table and grabs all of them without thinking and turns them into the local photo hut on his way.

After class he has work at the bookstore so he stops by the photo hut to grab his pictures and the guy can't even look him while he's paying and getting his pictures back. Leon has no idea what this guy's issue is but whatever. Not his problem. Making his way to his car he notices one of the envelopes is taped.

They never tape these things...

But he shrugs it off, driving to work. He parks his car, killing the engine, grabbing his cellphone from his pocket and presses the circle button to turn it on. Seeing he has 1 new voicemail. He puts the phone to his ear as he listens.

"Hey babe," it's you, must have called to say good morning since you slept through him leaving, "sorry I didn't say goodbye. I was just wiped out. Hope class is going well... But um..."

He hears you shuffle for a second, sounding like you're sitting on the couch.

"I can't find our special camera?" His eyes go immediately to the small yellow photo hut bag in his passenger seat. Not paying attention as you said i love you through voicemail and hung up.

He pulled out the taped pictures, dropping his phone on his lap as he stares at the tape with a little x in red sharpie on it.

The special label...

"She's gonna fucking kill me..."

[lesbiandehaan]

whitney peak on instagram.

she's so my girlfriend, she's just doesn't know...

[vivismelodies]

heyyyy! This is my intro post!

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[madamechrissy]

Took you Like a Shot Masterlist

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five ( final)

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe- fluffy and smutty, MDNI -will have explicit sex etc, art in the banner by Yuana on X - finished! WC 42k

Playlist -preview below!- headcanons - here & here - Fratboy! Sukuna here

It had been an absolutely filthy night, that led to your doctor coming in and informing you three months later-

'You're pregnant'

You came in for a normal checkup, you're on the pill and you have no sex life, aside from one encounter over three months ago. A filthy, questionable ass encounter with what so happened to be your former 'bully' - rich boy, frat boy, pretty boy, pretentious boy- Satoru Gojo.

For years, the two of you were rivals, not just academic either, since you were both top of your class all through college, but at everything. He'd hold your notebooks high and laugh at you, he'd try to ruin and crash every sorority event he could. Known as the Queen and King of the campus, you ran the rivaling Sorority to his Fraternity. The amount of times you all had gone toe to toe was literally notorious, even your best friends hated each other on your behalf, starting an entire war between you all.

You have no clue how it happened, still, how the two of you had the best sex of your life at that damn party, fueled by drinks but also something you'd never admit- you've always wondered. Hearing those stories about his... skills, seeing his perfect body and the way his pretty lips smirked so cruelly your direction, even after all these years- how it all led to this moment.

'Hah, sweets, ya finally admit I'm good at something?' Satoru had murmured in your ear, while he'd had you bent right over some bed at some party- both of you were seniors in college on your last and final party, finally you thought you'd be rid of him, of this ass of a man. He was going to live the rich life, working for his family, you were moving on to a whole different career.

'One t-thing... that's it...' You had cried out when his cock had shoved in so deep, making you cum all over him, his fingers gripping your hips while he'd pumped deeper and deeper, impossibly until he'd been right on your cervix. 'F-fuck!'

'Fuck... you had a pussy like this and we've been fighting!?' Satoru is whispering, resting his snowy locks against your neck, biting it with sharp teeth as you milk his cock. 'so greedy, huh?'

'S-shut up, mnh- just... keep... there, there shit!' Satoru had slammed right against your cervix, feeling you pulsing around him, it had been too good, too tight, too fucking wet, he'd paused then, looking at your arched ass, your skirt shoved over your hips. 'Keep g-going, please...'

'M'gonna cum, tho-she's too tight- shit can I?'

Your drunk ass had said- sure. You're precise on that pill, every day your alarm goes off in the morning, you take it. How could...

"Pregnant!?" You repeat. Unbelievable. No fucking way. You...

"Yes sweetie I suggest prenatal and an ultrasound, hmm?" The nurse says so sweetly, as you feel sick to your stomach, which your hand goes down to touch.

Pregnant. With rich, notorious fuckboy Satoru Gojo’s baby- now you would have to tell him!?

Shit.

[starmapz]

what you know - r. sukuna [college au]

❦ ryomen sukuna x f!reader [ongoing series]

❝ you've heard his reputation and you've seen first-hand the way he's late to class if he even bothers to show up. paired with him for the most important project of the year, you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt- but maybe that's more than he deserves when your perfect grades depend on him, or maybe there's more to the aloof and irritable sukuna than meets the eye. ❞

❦ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. use of cannabis. use of nicotine/cigarettes. angst. hurt/no comfort. hurt/comfort. implied injury. family trauma. mutual pining. smut. slow burn. anxiety. panic (attacks). mentions of difficulty eating. vomit. legal drama (likely with inaccuracies). tags will be updated as series continues.

❦ additional tags ; college parties and themes. sukuna ooc warning as this is a realistic take on modern sukuna. reader is fairly preppy and implied to be smaller than sukuna, but he's 6"11.

❦ taglist ; OPEN. please comment here if you would like to be tagged. age MUST be easily visible on your blog. if you've already requested to be on the taglist, i've got you <3

❦ words ; 350k+? estimated.

main masterlist || ao3 || wattpad || playlist

⋆ ch1 || fallen angel ⋆ ch2 || prom queen ⋆ ch3 || grade a(sshole) ⋆ ch4 || served ⋆ ch5 || hero ⋆ ch6 || intoxicated ⋆ ch7 || yuletide ⋆ ch8 || hysteria ⋆ ch9 || (ex) friends ⋆ ch10 || miscalculation ⋆ ch11 || scars ⋆ ch12 || too sweet ⋆ ch13 || tribulations ⋆ ch14 || trials ⋆ ch15 || aftermath ⋆ ch16 || sleepless nights ⋆ ch17 || ghosts ⋆ ch18 || blinding lights ⋆ ch19 || crash - coming soon! ⋆ ch20 || coming soon! ⋆ ch21 || coming soon! ⋆ ch22 || coming soon! ⋆ ch23 || coming soon!

⋆ husband!wyk!sukuna headcanons

⫘ sukuna appearance hc ⫘ series art ⫘ ⫘ fanart tag ⫘ music tag ⫘ ask tag ⫘

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