#ily eyeliner boy

[nagitosstolenhand]

its the same picture

#my post #katara #katara atla #jet atla #atla jet #atla katara #atla #avatar the last airbender #veronica sawyer #jason dean #jd heathers #heathers the musical #is this a hot take. they have such similar vibes its insane #except katara wouldve dropped jd after the first murder #and also probably dropkicked him into the sun #so same vibes except katara is not blinded by pretty sad wet dog of a boy in eyeliner energy the way veronica is #ily veronica but you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair

[mrkis]

fuck me, emo boy. (l.dh)

PAIRING: idol!haechan x reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 2.4k

SYNOPSIS: the concept photos that your boyfriend posted was enough to have you desperate for him. you're in love with the new look.

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, dom!haechan, petnames (baby + princess), teasing, choking, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of breeding, exhibitionism, (haechan wanting you to be louder so the other members can hear),

AUTHORS NOTE. happy bday @liz-zo!!!! a lil something special made for you.... have the best day bestie♡ ily soooooo much

You grin to yourself, biting on the nail of your thumb as you stare down at your phone screen, sending Donghyuck a simple love heart emoji before you swipe off his texts to preoccupy yourself as you wait for his arrival, scrolling through the rest of the concept photos that dropped and admiring your boyfriend as you wrap yourself up in his blankets.

The concept photos were enough to send your mind whirling with thoughts, seeing him dressed in a black mesh shirt with a white tank underneath, dark ripped jeans and matching converse made you desperate to have him in between your legs, keeping his dark makeup eyes on you as he eats you out, using his tongue to send you over the edge. 

Truthfully, everything that Donghyuck does makes you want him—and you mean everything. When he arrived at your own place a few weeks back wearing the baggiest of shirts and sweatpants, you ended up on your knees for an hour with his cock shoved in your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes as he fucked your throat with the most filthiest compliments and sweet praises.

But there was something about this outfit specifically that was different, the makeup too. The grunge type of look from head to toe leaving you aching and thighs pressing together for any type of friction. You were even debating slipping a hand between your thighs to relieve yourself, to feel something that would help but you refrain from doing so when you heard the front door open and footsteps piling in, loud voices of the boys immediately filling up the quietness of the dorms. 

You hear the shriek of Chenle’s laugh first, and then you hear Renjun’s argumentative tone and Jisung demanding that he’s hungry. You can barely make out Jaemin offering to make him something to eat before hearing Donghyuck telling them all that he’s going to his room as you are waiting for him. 

It excites you, and it makes you a little nervous hearing the heavy footsteps across the floorboards, heading straight to you and when the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, your breath hitches at the back of your throat, phone sliding from your grip and falling to the covers. 

Donghyuck stands in the doorway, dressed head to toe in the exact same outfit he wore in the photos he sent you and in the concept photos, the smirk that’s present on his face does nothing to hide your excitement and arousal. 

“Hey, baby” He greets you first as he steps further inside of the bedroom and closes the door behind himself, fingers racing around to twist at the lock and your heart thumps widely at your chest when you hear the ‘click!’. 

You struggle to find the right words, unable to even greet him back as you stare at his outfit and you almost drool at the sight, especially when you see the rings decorating his fingers and the black chipped nail polish.

Donghyuck laughs at seeing you so silent, a smug look written across his features as he slowly inched his way towards the end of the bed and he cocks his head to the side, tongue clicking against his teeth.

“Don’t tell me I’ve made you speechless already?” Donghyuck teases, causing your cheeks to grow warm under his gaze. “I haven’t even got to the best part yet” His sultry tone sends a shiver down your spine and you watch as he places his palms on the bed, staring you down with his dark eyes, the eyeliner making his stare more intense than usual. “Come on, princess… Use your words. Tell me what you think”

“You look hot” You manage to say even if it was as quiet as a whisper, still not trusting your voice as you take in his appearance. 

“Yeah?” He hums as he slowly pulls the bed covers away, revealing your bare legs in your shorts and the shirt of his that you’re wearing. He grins at that, eyeing you up and his chest rumbles with a deep chuckle as you unconsciously rub your thighs together. “What else?”

“You know what else” You bite back a little, knowing that Donghyuck’s expecting you to comply to every question he asks and you can’t help but feel proud, the corner of your lips twitching upwards as you notice his facial expression drops lightly before he suddenly smiles again, tongue poking at his cheek as he begins to move up the bed, crawling on his knees all while dragging his hands up your thighs, the coldness of his rings stinging your warm skin.

You try to control your unsteady breathing as Donghyuck finds a place between your legs, prying them open wide enough for him to fit in between before resting your thighs on his hips, caging him in instead. The material of his torn black shirt rubs against your skin and you involuntarily squeeze your legs around him, causing his smile to widen. 

“I want you to tell me what else” Donghyuck kneads your thighs, his grip tight. “I like it when you use your words, you know that”

You’re melting into his touch, unable to focus on anything else but his hands that are on your skin and the goosebumps rise when you feel his hands glide up, dipping beneath the material of his shirt you’re wearing and massaging your waist, causing your back to arch into his touch. 

But the warmth of his hands rips away from your skin before you can fully enjoy it and a whine slips past your lips, open your mouth to scold him for letting go too quickly but a gasp leaves you as you feel his hand slip around your neck, squeezing at the sides and pressing your head further into the pillows beneath you. 

Donghyuck’s smiling down at you so prettily despite the grip he has on you and it makes your head swirl, hips raising off the bed to rub over the front of his jeans and he tuts, shaking his head as his other hand comes down to grip your hips. 

“You’re so desperate for me. Looking so pretty and perfect acting like this for me” He coos softly, licking at his lips as he looks down to where he presses himself against you, grinning as he hears you whine. “So perfect… All mine. You’re all mine. Can you say it, princess? Say you’re all mine”

“All yours” You pathetically whisper, barely coherent. 

“Hm?” Donghyuck hums, leaning in close as he squeezes your throat once again. “I can’t hear you. What did you say?”

“I’m all yours” You say a little louder this time and Donghyuck grins before he leans in to kiss you. The kiss is anything but gentle and sweet. His tongue presses through the opening on your lips to tangle with yours, his teeth bite down and pull on your bottom lip all while keeping his fingers wrapped around your throat, his rings digging into your skin.

You welcome it happily, caging him in between your legs, your arms coming around his shoulders to bring him in closer to you but unfortunately, much to your dismay, Donghyuck doesn’t let that happen. 

You frown as he pulls away from you, his grip loosening on your throat and you almost plead for him to come back but the words are stuck as grips the material of the shirt and pulls it over your head, dropping it carelessly to the ground as he mouths at your chest, nipping and biting the skin, leaving marks along the way as he travels south. 

His tongue swirls at your navel, causing your back to arch at the sensation as your hands reach down to tangle your fingers through his dark hair, making him glance up at you with a cocky smirk that in any other case would make you scoff, but you wanted him to keep going. 

“You like this, don’t you?” His tone is soft despite the hint of tease. His fingers trail over the waistband on your panties, hooking beneath the fabric. “You like me teasing you, feeling you up… kissing you. I bet you crave it so badly when I’m not here” You nod your head almost immediately and he smiles, “Me too, princess”

Donghyuck pulls your panties down your legs but ends up ripping the material due to impatience and it getting caught on your ankles, making you gasp as you stare at the ruined lace before turning to look at Donghyuck with a frown.

He shrugs, cupping his hands beneath your thighs and hooking them over his shoulders, “You know I’ll buy you new ones”

Before you can even clap back to say how that was your favourite pair, Donghyuck’s already attaching his lips to your clit and flicking his tongue over the sensitive nerve. Your back arches, a strangled moan fleeting past your own lips as your head presses against the pillows behind you.

He rotates between flicking his tongue over your clit and licking your folds, keeping his eyes on you to watch your facial expressions and you can feel him smirking against your skin, especially when he feels your fingers tug at his hair. 

You’re unable to control yourself, moaning so loudly you feel lightheaded, rutting your pussy against his face even when he tries to hold you down to prevent you from moving, wanting to do all the work himself and your body jerks as he sucks on your clit, curling his fingers around your thighs to pull you in closer to him. 

“That’s it, baby. Keep making those sounds for me” He mumbles, wiggling his tongue between your folds and prodding at your entrance, “You sound so fucking pretty for me. You always do”

Your face feels hot at his words, clearly affected by his constant praises and Donghyuck laughs again, holding your gaze when you meet his eyes as he sucks your clit between his lips, slipping his hand from your thigh to push two fingers inside your pussy, curling them up and brushing against your walls. 

He scissors his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out and the sounds makes you feel a little embarrassed but he seems to love it, moaning into your pussy and closing his eyes in bliss as he slurps you up, beginning to rut his confined cock on the sheets beneath him.

You’re slurring your words, unable to come up with a coherent sentence that can warn Donghyuck that you’re about to cum, but with the way your pussy clenches around his fingers he already knows what’s about to happen and he smiles, his pace quickening.

“Come on, princess. That’s it…” Donghyuck coaxes, lightly nipping at your inner thigh. “Cum for me, baby”

Your hips lift off of the bed as you cum and he laughs, pinning you down with his arm to help ride out your orgasm, gushing over his tongue which he happily drinks up through praises, telling you how good you’re doing for him and how you taste so sweet.

He doesn’t allow you to recover from your orgasm as he’s already peeling himself out of his own clothing, throwing them down to the ground and moving to lay in between your legs, hoisting them over his shoulders.

Donghyuck presses in close to you enough to feel his cock nestle between your folds, tip nudging against your clit and you whine, swivelling your hips to entice him, desperate for him to fuck you already but he doesn’t give in just yet as he gently kisses your knee.

“What are you waiting for?” You ask him quietly, bucking your hips. “Fuck me, Donghyuck”

“Say ‘please’” He tells you with a smirk, clearly teasing you and you roll your eyes only for him to click his tongue against his teeth in warning. “Don’t be like that, baby… you know I like it when you say please. Come on… Say it, for me?”

“Please”

“My good girl” Donghyuck praises you sweetly before he eases his cock into you and you gasp at the stretch, the satisfying burn in your core making you moan out in pleasure but it’s soon replaced with a squeal when he pushes in deeper, bottoming out inside you. “Fuck, baby… Feel so good around me. The prettiest pussy. My pretty pussy”

His thrusts are frantic, grip on your thighs tightening as he drives into you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches himself disappearing inside of you and appear covered in your sweet arousal, making him grunt over and over again while you squeeze your pussy around him.

You’re wailing as his cock hits deep, throwing your head back against the pillows and hurriedly reaching up to grip the headboard to prevent it from knocking against the wall when you hear the subtle knocking and Donghyuck hums, one hand letting go of your thigh to curl around your wrist.

“Stop, they’ll hear” You tell him when he tries to tug your hand away.

He tilts his head to the side with a grin on his lips, “Why are you worried about that now? Baby… you were moaning like crazy when I was eating your pretty pussy”

You immediately freeze, clamping up when you realise he’s right. You had completely forgotten they were home as you were too preoccupied with how Donghyuck was making you feel between your legs and you grow hot, the embarrassment flooding through you and you tighten your grip on the headboard, pressing your lips together to not make any more noises. 

your lips together to not make any more noises. 

“Oh. Don’t tell me you’re feeling shy now?” Donghyuck teases, continuing to roll his hips. “Let it out, baby. I know you like it. Show them how good I make you feel”

“Donghyuck, please—”

“Don’t you want Jaemin to hear?” His words make you freeze, staring up at him with widened eyes and he begins to smirk, nodding his head towards the opposite wall. “His room is right there. He said something about going to his room after making Jisung something to eat… He listens to us, you know. Hearing your pretty little noises as I fuck your pussy, filling it with cum, wishing that it was him”

His words are turning you on, more that you’d like to admit. Something about knowing that his best friend listens to you two having sex occasionally and wanting to be in your boyfriends position is enough to make you part your lips slightly, freeing any sound of pleasure that’s soon about to be let out and Donghyuck grins, leaning over you so he’s inches away from your face.

“Wanna give him another show, princess?” He asks you, gently tugging your hand down from the headboard before he cups your cheek, his thumb dragging down your lower lip before he plants a quick kiss. “Want him to hear you moan and scream my name as I fuck your pussy full?”

#haechan smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #lee haechan smut

[rosedom]

why i am lowkey obsessed with scaramouche and his fine ass 😞 like id treat him so right, pampering him with kisses and soft touches even if he didn't ask ☹️ i just want him to be loved deeply and cared for 😔 HELP WHY AM I GIVING HIMBO ENERGY

HAHAHA HIMBO ENERGY IS GLADLY WELCOMED ! i am thinking so hard about this omg. i've never really clicked with most scara x reader cos of how degrading/rough the overwhelming majority of his fics are . . . but this?? yes 1000x yes !!! ily

ⓘ THIS WORK IS FOR 18+ ONLY ,, PRESS KEEP READING TO CONTINUE .

you're making me wonder just how exactly he'd react to all these gentle touches, fleeting kisses—a puppet like him, surely he's undeserving of such reverance: especially now, stripped from irminsul.

but he's not our dear scara if he's not at least a lil' snarky, at first. "what are you doing?" he'd ask, petulant, even as his thighs are straddling yours. you would be able to feel the warmth of his cunt, clothed as it is, as he presses down and knocks against your cock. having to kiss him quiet, having scara simply melt into you; because for all that toughness he tries to exude, he's nothing if not your dearly beloved.

calling him your "sweet boy, you're so good for me," as you'd tease your fingers across his wet cunt. i know he'd be positively dribbling, but, god—still slather a mess of lube across him, into him, and you'd be rewarded with the softest sounds. scara would play it like he wants it hard, rough; but he can't help the way he craves your gentle touch, your care. i mean, he'd be pushed to the edge because you just used lube—but it's through that lube that it shows how careful you are with him, how you treat him as if he deserves a loving touch.

"you're so—mm, kuni—so perfect for me, darling." he'd whine and cry at your words, at the way your cock slides in to the hilt, at the way your finger would come to toy with his cock. i wanna see him as he comes undone for you, cumming several times around you and taking your spend perfectly, milking your cock as he creams it. "such a good boy."

the way he'd try and clamp tight around you, though, as you go to pull out. scara'd whine and shake his head, still light-headed and a little bit dizzy. he'd ask you—your cock still in to the hilt, a creamy white of either his cum or yours around the base of your cock—, "stay?"

you would simply be in no place to refuse: not when his pretty, pretty indigo eyes are wet with emotion—the good kind, i assure you—, the red of his eyeliner smudging on his cheeks. no, you would not; you would keep him warm in your lap as you gently wipe away his makeup, peppering him in kisses.

you cannot convince me that touch-starved men like scara would NOT love cockwarming . . .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】 #diy irminsul: #fcking scara so good he forgets himself again #sub scaramouche #sub wanderer #sub genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader #dom reader #top reader #top amab reader #ftm smut

[redr0sewrites]

ATSV Characters with a Goth S/o

heeeeeyyyyyy guys 😇 *slowly sliding the 100+ REQUESTS in my inbox to the side to make room for a new special interest*

🥀Cw: none, mostly fluff!!!

🥀Pairing(s): Hobie x reader, Miles x reader, Miguel x reader, Spot x reader

Hobie

he would LOVE any type of alternative partner tbh- he just LOOOVESSS that ur goth and will support you 100%

people who go against societies expectations/standards and don't fit in with the norm intrigue him, and your style is probably what piqued his interest in the first place

y'all definitely wear matching fits sorry i don't make the rules- hobie just can't pass up the opportunity to match w you!!! whenever you go to meetings within the spider society he always brings you along, regardless of whether or not you're a spiderperson and hobie loves showing off you and your style

MAJOR "THATS MY PARTNER‼️" VIBES

look me in the eyes and tell me hobia would not absolutely rock some funky eyeliner LIKEEEEE- he def lets you practice on him and will do your makeup for you too!!!

hobie loves thrifting with you, there is no way he isn't a major thrifter and you both definitely DIY a lot of your clothes

HE MAKES YOU GUYS MATCHING PUNK BATTLE VESTS FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY, AND MAKES SURE THAT IT MATCHES UR AESTHETIC AS WELL!!

hobie absolutely has BLESSED music taste, but while he usually listens to rock, punk, dad rock, or post-punk type of music, i def see him enjoying more gothic/new wave music- especially if u introduce it to him!!!

i see him enjoying bauhaus, sisters or mercy, scary bitches, etc- he'll also give YOU a lot of music recommendations and help to expand ur taste!

hobie would also accompany you to any protests or conventions that you wanted to attend, and would act as your scary dog privileges

YOU TWO DEFINITELY GO TO CONCERTS TOGETHER OMG. I TOTALLY SEE THAT AS A SPONTANEOUS DATE THAT YOU TWO ENJOY A LOT

honestly hobie is a lovely partner to have if you are goth, and he's not only supportive but VERY enthusiastic about your fashion and lifestyle!

Miles

hes such a sweetheart!!! he definitely supports you if you're goth and asks a LOOOT of questions lmao

miles draws you and your fashion a lot, and will def design makeup or eyeliner ideas for you too!!! while ik this is more associated with punk, i also see miles drawing you a few custom patches and stuff like that

your kind of like his muse in a way, and miles just really enjoys sketching you, especially since you have such a unique aesthetic and such cool outfits

HE HAS DEFINITELY GRAFFITIED U SOMEWHERE‼️

he loves watching you get ready and do your makeup. seeing you do perfect eyeliner wings and heavy makeup in general lowkey relaxes him, and he just loves admiring you

im sorry but miles knows absolutely nothing about goth music or culture, ur gonna have to introduce him to a lot of the songs/bands!!!

while i don't think he's huge on the music at first, i think it would grow on him over time. its definitely the type of thing that he loves because YOU love it, and he sees how mu much you enjoy it so he starts listening to it as well so he can talk to you about it

i think his favorite band would be the cure, and his fav songs would either be boys dont cry or the walk (both by the cure- idk why thats so specific but they just kinda fit his vibe yk?)

miles likes holding hands a lot, and he loves when you wear rings or gloves or something along those lines because it just reminds him so much of you! your hands just feel different compared to other peoples and he just loves how unique you are

if you have a lot of piercings, miles would definitely ask about them or buy you specific jewelry for piercings!!!!

overall, very very cute and supportive about your style!!! (he lowkey gives bi wife energy, and iyk what in talking ab then ily mwah)

Miguel

he's pretty indifferent to your style at first, i don't see him as the type to judge much based on appearances. its your personality that really throws him for a loop, and a part of him admires your dedication to making yourself look how you want to look and truly living to be your best self, regardless of what others think

if you think miles knows nothing about being goth then be prepared for miguel bc he knows NOTHINGGGG- no music, no history, no political views, zero, zilch, nada, goose egg

if he cares about you i do see him being intrigued about your style, and once you two are officially dating is when he'll show more interest in your personal fashion sense

he strikes me as the type to like, NEVER listen to music, so he literally only listens to the music you like!!! he does find himself occasionally humming the tune of some strawberry switchblade song or casually listening to a siouxsie and the banshees song while he works, and over time you influence him a LOT with your music taste. he definitely associates any and all goth music with YOU, and that's probably why he starts enjoying it.

he's a "hand on you at all times" type of guy, and while he is rarely touchy with others, miguel is definitely keeping you close. your fashion makes that convenient for him, and he loves pulling you into a kiss by grabbing onto your belt loop or something of the sort

miguel loves how you look with and without makeup on and isn't afraid to tell you that, however, he really likes it if you incorporate his colors or color scheme into your makeup one day. he'll never admit it, but you keep catching him admiring you with the smallest smirk on his face every few seconds

if anyone ever gave u shit for what you wear and how you dress, especially someone in the spider society, you'd practically have to restrain miguel from drop kicking them across nueva york- he doesn't want anyone to be rude to you , and while he knows you can stand up for yourself, he just gets protective at times

Spot

goth? whats that???

he's lowkey such a nerd, and spends too much time being science-y and planning on how to beat spiderman to actually get caught up on fashion

spot doesn't know how he pulled you tbh, but he appreciates you nonetheless!!! he thinks you and your aesthetic are something to be admired, and will unabashedly tell EVERYONE he knows about you

he will shoplift any clothing or jewelry that you want, and he'll even take you to other dimensions where there are better alternative clothes as well

spot doesn't really have a face to do makeup on, but he'll offer to do yours for you! surprisingly enough he's pretty good at it, though he does work pretty slowly

spot loves fiddling with your accessories, whenever he's standing near you he's always reaching out to touch you in some way shape or form. he loves playing with any chains or necklaces you wear, and will help adjust them so that they lay correctly

he helps you get ready in the morning!!!!! if ur the type of goth to wear corsets, he makes lacing them up SO easy and will gladly do it for you

i personally hc that spot HATES seeing himself in mirrors/pictures, it reminds him sm of what he used to look like, but he LOVES taking photos of you and your style!! whenever you are wearing a cute outfit or have funky makeup on, spot adores just taking photos of you

if you ever did a makeup look inspired by him and his spots he would probably CRY :(

URGRHHRHHRRR I LOVE ATSV SMMMMMMM!!!! this post will DEFINITELY have a pt2 w more characters!!!!! i swear tho atsv literally pulled me out of the most horrendous burnout ever i FELT the artblock and writing block lift off of my body as i watched it. IM SO INVESTED I MADE A SPIDERSONA...

#atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv x male reader #atsv x fem reader #atsv x oc #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n #hobie x oc #hobie x you #atsv hobie x reader #atsv hobie #hobie headcanons #atsv miles #atsv miles x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales headcanons #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader

[trashmouth-richie]

hi, ziggy! ahhh i missed hih ❤️ could you pretty please do something for jealous!eddie where maybe somebody flirts with tooty because she got that milf glow after she had the babies lmao ily ❤️

anon💕💕 thank you for the req! this took a little spin and has an open ending, but!!! the twins are in this and some other familiar faces ❤️ might get a part 2? who knows!

a night out without the kids. almost an unheard of event. but tonight corroded coffin were performing their annual concert the night before halloween.

sissy & oz toted their overnight bags up the paved sidewalk to grandma and grandpa’s house— the same house you had once called home when the wheeler’s took you in as a teen.

reaching the front door eddie squats to eye level with the twin three year olds. “okay you two,” he says in his fatherly tone, “last time you stayed the night grandpa said you terrorized the cat.”

“i no do it daddy,” sissy speaks her little voice high pitched and tattling, “ows chaseded hims.”

a frown spreads on her brothers face his brown eyes pleading, “i did not! sissy made tinky swim in the potty!”

eddie bites his lip to hide a laugh and you take a deep breath, “that’s another thing, the cat’s name is bruce, not stinky.”

“but mama,” sissy complains, head held high in a defiant pose— one eddie recognizes as a mini version of his wife, “boose 's hard to say.”

eddie ruffles her hair and stands up, talking out of the side of his mouth, “always arguing like someone else i know,”

his large hand slides down the curve of your ass pinching the leather fabric snug on your skin, giving it a tight little squeeze.

“eddie!” you scold, swatting his hand away, “not in front of the babies.”

he grabs your waist and pulls you back into him before you can rap your knuckles on the front door. his mouth is hot in your ear, “sorry mama,” he purrs, dancing his tongue on the shell of your ear, “you just look so fucking hot tonight.”

sissy and oz are both slapping the door with both palms as it swings inward. “who’s makin’ all that racket?!”

“gwampa! it’s us!”

“issy and ows!”

wayne smiles as big as he always did when his grandbabies visited, “are you sure y’all ain’t no robbers are ya?”

“gwampa’s silly, daddy!” oz squeaks, squeezing wayne tight around his leg.

eddie grins and chuckles, “aww nah buddy that word is ‘senile’”

you smack eddie in the chest and usher the kids inside to play with their cousin, alex. “thanks for watching them tonight, we really appreciate it,” you say to wayne reaching through the threshold and giving him a hug.

“ah, ain’t no problem,” wayne says flipping eddie the bird behind your back, “karen and i love these little turds.”

“u too oh two be good for grandpa and grandma okay? eddie hollers, “be nice to the cat, sissy… i’m talkin’ to you.”

her little nose wrinkles into a pout and her brows furrow together.

“swear to christ himself, that kid is the spittin’ image of you, tooty.”

“god help me.” eddie pouts, “i’m gonna go gray before i’m forty.”

—

you kiss the kids goodbye and wave from the windows of your jeep before heading to the hideout. eddie looked particularly good tonight, leather pants, a cut off shirt, he even let you smear some eyeliner on his eyelids before tonight’s gig.

“nervous?” you ask, carrying some cords from eddie’s old van that now belonged to big d.

gareth walks past you with an amp, “not really, the hideouts like home away from home, makes me feel 18 again.”

you smile and ruffle his still thick curls, “will coming tonight?”

a sad look replaces his smile, “haven’t talked to him in a week… last i heard from jonathan he was staying with joyce and hopper.”

“he’ll come around man,” eddie says coming through the back door, “he loves you.”

“yeah, i hope.”

—

the boys— men now— rocked a killer show, fans still screaming for the band even though half of them were married and the lead singer had two kids.

you were front in center, in your designated spot that you always stood after the first show where eddie sang ‘lady evil’ just for you.

now you were sporting a new homemade shirt, ‘sitter’ crossed out with ‘mama’ his old leather jacket on your shoulders.

a hand sits on your lower back you giggle, “jeez nance, how drunk are you?”

only it wasn’t nancy, but a random guy. burly and tall, a thick beard on his face matching the short hair on his head, balancing a cowboy. you didn’t recognize him from anywhere and you pull back with a shocked face,

he smiles and you can smell liquor on his breath as he leans in real close, “been watchin’ you all night little darlin’ looks like you need a drink.”

you scowl and turn away from him, looking for jonathan and nancy but they’re nowhere to be found.

“hey,” he blunders stumbling towards you, “you like cowboys?”

you don’t want to give him the time of day or even the satisfaction of a tasteful retort so you do your best to ignore him, looking at eddie as he turns to thrash the guitar riff with jeff.

eddie turns back around to continue the song and shoots you a wink, the same time a big sloppy pair of lips press on your cheek, hard and unwelcoming.

you didn’t see eddie’s eyes turn to black or the way he dropped the neck of his guitar hands balled into fist, you were seeing your own scarlet red, turning and slapping the face of the drunk asphalt “cowboy”.

eddie cuts the band and grabs the mic, “hey fucker!” he pushes his lips in a smooch and whistles like a dog, “here boy, up here.. yeah you— the guy who just got slapped.”

cowboy slap face looked up to the band, “what?”

“you must be new to town, huh? a drifter maybe?”

he lifts his head and spits on the ground, “what’s it to you?”

eddie laughs a little crazy-like, “… that,” he says pointing to you, “is my wife… and i’m sure you don’t know this or maybe your marbles are a little rattled up there with the cobwebs, but..” he jumps from the stage in a dramatic flare, wet hair bouncing behind him, skin slicked in sweat.

he tossing the mic behind him, standing tall and flicking the brim of the guys hat, toe to toe. “i’m not afraid to kill a man.”

“you’re bluffin’,”

“wouldn’t be my first, and for her,” he says moving you behind him, “won’t be my last,”

….

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut

[neonlight2]

Marauders era Headcanons

I’ll be adding to this throughout the storyline

Masterlist

Sirius Black:

- Partially Deaf, because there is no way he came out inbred and totally unscathed.

- Genderfluid because he’s an indecisive bitch

- Loves when his hair is braided no matter how much he says otherwise (also likes his head scratched)

- Paints his nails just to chip them cause he thinks it looks hot (same thing with smudging eyeliner)

- Calls Lily ‘Evans’, until she and James get together then he calls her ‘Mrs. Potter’

- annoyed he has to share James

- Fidgets with his hair and finger/rings constantly, because he definitely had ADD

- Makes this claw thingy with his hand when he’s nervous (if you know where this is from ily)

- Can dance REALLY WELL (ballet), because of that pure blood privilege, and does the stance naturally

-Can play the violin but is embarrassed so learns guitar so if someone asks him if he plays an instrument he can just say that instead

- Sexuality = Hot people aka Remus Lupin ( he’s just a whore idk what else to say)

-Touch starved/attention whore

- Such a fucking G, this man would riot for anything his friends ask

- If you walked into his closet you would think two people put their stuff in there, no, just him

- Speaks French

Remus Lupin:

- Poor boy is depressed

- And actually poor which is why he sells weed or other muggle things (he hustles the shit out of the students at Hogwarts by saying everything is ‘exotic’ and they believe him because everyone thinks he’s smart)

- Touch starved but doesn’t like to be touched (if you know you know)

-Bisexual panic. All. The. Time.

-Oblivious as hell to the fact everyone wants him— I mean everyone

- Loves tea. SO. MUCH. TEA.

- Has a book club with Lily

- Got a ton of piercings and tattoos over fifth year’s summer, but people rarely see them cause he’s always wearing sweaters or covered up some how

-His whole closet look like it should belong to an old man, yet he still slays

- Bites his lips and inside of cheek a lot, so James carries around lip balm for him

- When he’s high he’s chill

- But he’s hysterical when he’s drunk

-Can read multiple languages, but his pronunciation is god awful (Sirius makes fun of him for it)

-Has Chocolate on hand at all times because once he didn’t and he threw Snape across the classroom

-Man is an uncoordinated tree

James Potter:

- Both the Mom and child of the group somehow

- Takes lots of naps

-Sorry to say but Gryffindor is his personality

- Foot taps

- Holy shit this guy is ADHD

- ‘Bambi’ is his other nickname, and he thinks it’s cute until he watches the movie

- The healthiest mentally of the group

- Golden retriever vibes

- If James hasn’t seen Sirius within 30 minutes and he doesn’t know where he is, he gets panicked

-Has a thing for Youngest siblings apparently (Lily and Regulus)

-Obsessed with Babies

- Definition of himbo sometimes

- He’s good at every sport he tries

- Queer

- Trained Sirius not to say Mudblood throughout first and second year

Peter Pettigrew:

- Trans (I’ll go more in-depth later)

- Ace

- if Social anxiety was a person

- Bakes like an absolute KING

- Chews fingernails, so Sirius got him leather gloves to matches his own to get him to stop

- Knows random shit/facts

-also knows everyone’s business because no one pays him any attention

- Short king

- Hilarious, practically makes the group piss themselves when alone in the common room

- Loves everything fuzzy

- Has been in love with Mary since third or fourth year, but hasn’t said anything because he knew about her and Lily

- Has family trauma too, but he doesn’t thinks it’s enough to complain about because of what he’s seen with Sirius

- Was the first to master turning into an animagus

-As bad as Sirius and James with worrying about his hair, just less loud about it

-He knew about wolfstar before James

Lily Evans:

-Pansexual

- Politics Queen

- As sassy and sarcastic as Sirius

-Stress cleans

- the Left corner of her forehead twitches when she’s mad

- Thick girl (her thighs are HUGE and James practically drools over them 24/7, respectively ofc)

- Short 5’

- the others have to keep her within arms reach because she gets lost easily in crowds, her hair is the only thing that helps

- Human calculator (she gets perfect marks on every subject EXCEPT DADA, which is the class Sirius and James do; it annoys her to no end)

- Most likely to actually throw hands

- Fangirls openly about book characters (with Remus)

- Can’t sing to save her life (poor babe just wants to sing abba, but she just ends up being made fun of)

-Vowed to not cut her hair until she graduated, so around sixth year she had to start braiding it because if she didn’t she’d sit on it

- Can forge a signature/handwriting very well

- Is actually really insecure about her magical abilities because of the rift it caused between her and Petunia

Marlene McKinnon:

-Lesbian

-The only person to actually make her question her sexuality is Remus, and that’s because it’s fucking Remus Lupin

- During fourth year when her and Sirius were ‘dating’, they were just teaching each other how to flirt with girls/guys and they’d kiss just to practice

-Obsessed with Piercings (begged Remus to give her a couple after he told her about how he had the supplies)

- One of the best players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team/ uses it as anger management (Beater position)

-Her and Sirius have an agreement to tell each other the weekly outfit plan so they don’t wear the same thing or color (red or black mostly)

- Roasting people is her platonic love language

-Can play every band instrument

-She looks like a tough, rocker chick but is a softie for Dorcas

- Intimidates everyone because she’s low key buff (can bench more than James and Sirius combined) and super tall (looks like a giant next to Lily)

-Can’t speak in front of Dorcas at first, yet Dorcas understands her

-Big on PDA which leads to Sirius gagging obnoxiously

-Her and Sirius “fighting” is for show so people stop shipping them together/ teasing them

- Dyslexic so Lily and Dorcas read to her if there’s anything important (which leads to them doing it even if she’s not around)

-Simps for James Mum (but who wouldn’t)

Dorcas Meadowes:

- Part of the Slytherin skittles

- Non-binary

-Demisexual

- Dark humor and it’s worse when she’s around Regulus and Barty

- Nyx is her first girl kiss in my oc story (Marlene probably was for every other story)

-Big softy when it comes to Marlene

-Resting bitch face

- Amazing artist/ sketching Marlene constantly

- Makes jewelry (Marlene and her matching rings, and friendship bracelets/ necklaces for the others that they can never take off— she warns them before hand)

- Will go batshit crazy if she stays up after 12 am

-Gets super competitive when playing Quidditch

- Rants about how much she loves pockets every 20 minutes

- Instinctively moves closer to someone she knows when she’s in public

- More introverted than the rest, would rather stay in the common room and chill

-makes a ton of your mom jokes

Mary Macdonald:

- Pansexual or Polysexual

-She loves to embroidery/making clothes, so if anyone needs something made or tailored they go to her

-Hypes everyone up all the time, ‘don’t disrespect yourself’ vibe

- Has the best alcohol tolerance in the group

-James potter triggers her for a multitude of reasons; they have a banter relationship

- She always has what you need in her bag— like Mary Poppins

-Lily was her first love and friend

- SUCH a good listener (like I know canon Remus and Lily would be the best listeners, but I think it’s Mary)

- Both her and Remus had a glow up fourth year and everyone wants to either be them or be with them

- Loves dancing, will do it randomly while doing absolutely anything

-Hates cold weather, she’ll literally wear five jackets DON’T play

-Has had or does have a eating disorder because of societal pressure of internal judgment; not to mention people definitely paint her out to be a ‘slag’ because she happens to be more open about her sexuality (and they don’t do it to Sirius because we live in a fucked patriarchy)

- Will scream “fuck the police” or “fuck the Patriarchy” when running away from an authority figure (or just Lily/Remus)

-vegetarian 

-Extroverted (loves to be around people/hates being alone)

Regulus Black:

- Asthma (again, can’t escape inbreeding completely)

-Has permanent dark circles, yet he still looks beautiful??? Looks like eyeshadow to be real

- Demisexual

-trans

-Scratching his knuckles is a severe nervous tick of his

-Writes poetry and short stories

- Plays the piano

-Started playing quidditch to interact with Sirius more and to impress him (but as he got older he didn’t really give a shit anymore)

-Speaks French and Reads Latin

-Really into Astronomy

- He had a crush on James in fifth year but didn’t pursue it because he still somewhat resented him for having Sirius all to himself (and he knew Sirius would get mad)

-Cusses a lot when around his friends

-Best poker face, could lie to anyone and get away with it

-Photographic memory

-Nice to all the House elves (and all the Marauders except Sirius and James)

Pandora, Evan, and Barty

Evan and Pandora are siblings

Everyone in the Marauders and Slytherin Skittles have agreed that Pandora has to be protected at all cost

What they don’t know is that this girl is lethal (Carries around potions she’s created that could burn through steel)

Barty is hella gay, psychotic, and a bit of a pyro

Barty is also low key obsessed with Regulus

Evan is in love with Barty

Rosekiller is a thing, and it is toxic (don’t we just love it)

I’ll probably add more for Barth, Evan, and Pandora later

#marauder headcanons #marauders headcanon #the marauders #marlene mckinnon #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders #marauders x oc #slytherin skittles #james & peter & remus & sirius #sirius x reader #sirius x oc #sirius headcanon #remus headcanon #remus x reader #wolfstar #wolfstar x reader #dorlene #jily #jegulus #jegulily #regulus and evan and barty #regulus headcanon #barty crouch junior #rosekiller #pandora lovegood #dorcas meadowes #lily evans headcanons #james headcanon #peter pettigrew

[bealovesmarauders]

🪷 beach flower

drummer!sirius with a grumpy sirius x sunshine reader would be so cute! like the dynamic would just be 🥺

style // sirius black

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sirius black x fem! reader, fluff, pre-established relationship

wc: 400 (drabble, for my 100 followers celly)

we never go out of style

a/n: this is my first time writing for sirius so i hope its okay LMAO i kinda hate it and its totally shit but oh well. ty for requesting ily sage<33

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as per usual, the concert is amazing. you wouldn't expect anything less from the marauders- they're one of the biggest bands in the world, after all. and oh, how lucky you are to be a rockstar girlfriend- even if your boyfriend, the infamous drummer sirius black, can be a tad on the grumpy side sometimes.

he's sweaty after the show, his long, dark hair slicked back with beads of perspiration. his white t-shirt is tight, the muscle tank showing off his intricate tattoos. the spotlight is cast upon him for so long onstage, it's no wonder he's hot, tired, and a little grumpy. but you can't help being enthusiastic backstage, showering him in praise.

"you were so good, pads," you say to him, perched on one of the amps backstage, stretching your arms out in a hug. sirius thinks you maybe shouldn't be sitting on there, but who is he to reprimand you on rules, of all things? he sighs, leaning into a hug, smelling the sweetness of your perfume, vanilla and sandalwood, mixing with the scent of his leather jacket draped over your shoulders. your smile is intoxicating. all of the fans wonder how on earth bad boy sirius pulled a good girl like you.

you press kisses all over sirius's face, smudging his eyeliner in the process. he doesn't care. when he pulls away, it's to pull his drumsticks out of his back pocket- he really should be putting them away, but sirius can't help wanting to show off. his nimble fingers deftly twirl the drumsticks, flipping them in the air, attempting a stupid trick that somehow he manages to pull off. you gasp in mock delight, but a hint of genuine joy shines through. you would never admit it, but you love his drumstick gimmicks.

"oy! pads!" james catcalls, grinning at the two of you. "have you signed her forehead yet? she's your biggest fan, eh?"

you laugh, and without missing a beat, sirius whips out a sharpie from the back pocket of his ripped jeans. you're laughing- "no, no, not my forehead-" and he settles for the back of your hand, scrawling his name across your soft skin and adding a little heart beside his signature star. "for my pretty girl," sirius says, a smile spreading across his features. you can't help blushing. your rockstar boyfriend will never go out of style.

#bea's celly #bea's requests #rock marauders #marauders band au #the marauders #the marauders fanfiction #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black drabble #sirius black blurb #sirius black headcanon #marauders #marauder x reader #marauders x reader #dead gay wizards #marauders era #marauder headcanons #marauders fanfiction #marauders fluff #sirius black imagine #rock band au #marauders rock band #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x female reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black fanfic

[jayke0]

CryBaby

Pairing: Cecil Dennis x g/n reader

Summary: kinktober day 18, Masturbation and Dacryphilia

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: male masturbation, dacryphilia, Sub!Cecil and Dom!reader, praise, cock ring, mocking/degrading, "puppy" as a nickname, stripping, teasing, hair tugging, edging, crotch sniffing?? Idek, hookup type situation, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,296

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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You hate how well Cecil has perfected his puppy dog eyes, because they always work on you. His big brown eyes soften and his eyebrows pull into an almost pained expression anytime he wants to get his way. He's even started adding a pout to his expression, one that just makes you want to grab his stupid blushing face and kiss him till you're both begging for air.

As he looks up at you now with that same expression, you find it hard to repeat the words you'd sneered just seconds earlier.

"Touch yourself." You finally say, though with a lot less conviction than before.

The man whines at his failed plan, palm pressing against his crotch seemingly in protest. "I ain't even done anything wrong though!"

Your lip curls a little at his brattiness. "I know you haven't," you lean down to him, face close to his, "but I wanna watch you fuck your hand, that alright with you?"

Cecil lets out a soft groan and then nods, giving up the bratiness just as quickly as he'd displayed it. He looks down at his crotch and starts undoing his tattered jeans, hands shaking a little with excitement and pulling out his cock for you to see in full glory.

You'd convinced him to put on that cock ring you'd purchased for him under the guise it'd make his orgasm feel better, but really you just wanted him to last more than 3 fucking minutes.

His tip weeps precum while the base of his cock twitches, making the whole length bob before he shakily wraps his hand around himself and spreads the precum messily over the shaft with a soft sigh.

You lick your lips almost instinctively while you watch him, eyes dragging over his body and observing the way he's already drawn in on himself just from some simple touches; maybe he likes being watched, or maybe he's just always like this when he jacks off, that wouldn't surprise you. 

"Good boy." The praise just comes from you automatically now, given positive reinforcement by the way his cock twitches and he moans. "Go on, carry on baby, lemme see you touch yourself like you do when you're alone."

"I–I can't, I need something to use, y'know? Like a porn mag or… you." His bottom lip sticks out.

That makes your tummy flutter. You give him a sheepish eye before placing yourself on the bed opposite him, your crotch directly in his eyeline from his position kneeling on the floor. Slowly, your hands reach down to the hem of your shirt and you pull it over your head, throwing it in his direction so it lands over his head.

The man scrambles to pull it from his face as his hand already starts moving on himself, long and slow strokes that remind you of the way he fucks you at first. "Yeah, i love that body…" His tongue hangs from his mouth, which is usually something you'd find a turn-off if it was anyone else, but admittedly it's endearing from the slightly odd man.

A smile spreads across your lips and you run your hands over your body and sides to tease him, lingering on some of the marks he'd left you with days ago. "And you love fucking marking it too." You scowl at him, though it's more playful than mean, just wanting to tease him for how excited he gets over you. Leisurely you bring your fingers further and further up till you reach your nipples to take them between your fingers and play with them, letting out soft moans and rocking your hips as you do when he touches you like this.

A pant comes from the other's lips as his eyes struggle to focus on your fingers teasing your pebbled nerves. 

"Can I not even touch them? This seems super unfair." He frowns and leans forward.

You place your foot on his thigh to push him back, making a pathetic whine explode from the frustrated man and his hand work faster on himself. 

"No, stay there, puppy." 

Another moan erupts from him, and usually that'd be enough to make him dismally cum, but as his hips buck wildly he finds himself chasing an orgasm that's just out of reach. "Fuck! It's this stupid ring, you put some kinda witchy magic on it."

"Nah, it's just basic biology, my love. Now, you gonna play nice or not?" You ask sternly.

He whines, cock throbbing again. "Yeah yeah, ok." 

Sitting back on his heels in defeat, he thrusts into his hand once again, though this time he feels more sensitive and it makes his eyes roll back briefly.

"Good boy." Your smile returns and you continue to undress yourself, this time lifting your hips to pull your jeans off in one smooth motion and opening your legs to him.

Cecil lurches forward eagerly despite your warnings, but before you can object he's burying his face between your thighs to take in your scent. It makes you clamp your legs shut around his head and a moan rumble in your chest; why is his neediness so attractive to you? It'd be kinda weird if it was anyone else, but when it's him it's almost expected.

You can hear him panting between your legs and you quickly open them again to let him breath, apologising briefly to which he shakes his head.

"Love being between your thighs, even if I can't fucking breathe, just feels so nice..." he whimpers out, hips now furiously fucking his fist and trying to meet some kind of end to the intense pleasure burning in his stomach. A wail reverberates through your skin and you notice him angrily press his face to your thigh, biting the skin softly. 

As much as you love that, you can't have him being a brat again.

You grab a fistful of his hair and tug his head back, a strangled sob bursting from his lips at the surprise, his shaking hand teasing his tip in an attempt to make himself cum.

"Don't be a brat. Maybe if you could last 2 fucking minutes you wouldn't have to wear that thing."

Another moan comes from his chest, and you notice him rubbing himself faster, despite the tears welling in his eyes.

You smirk; your precious crybaby loves a bit of degrading.

"You're lucky you know how to use that stupid mouth, otherwise I would've gotten rid of you a long time ago, slut." 

His jaw hangs open and his chest heaves with pants and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut and making pleasured tears roll down his face till he can taste the saltiness on his tongue.

"I love it when you cry, pretty boy, makes me wanna tease you over and over till you're just a mess on the floor—" you lean forward and lick a strip up his face to catch the tears.

Finally he's coming over his hand with loud moans and choked out noises, cum spilling from his tip like a fucking fountain as he fists every last drop he has out of himself, only whimpers and shakes left.

You release the grip you had in his hair and cup his face instead to kiss his nose, meeting his gaze with a big smile as he calms down from ultimately the best orgasm he's ever had.

"You good, love?" You check, pushing the curls sticking to his forehead out of the way so you can kiss it.

Cecil nods tiredly and presses his face into your touch. "Yeah, I'm good."

The smile stays on your lips as you stroke his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles.

"I hate this stupid thing… but… can I keep it?"

You laugh softly. "Yeah, of course Cecil." 

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

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(Lmk if you wanna be added or taken off the tag list and i will work my magic 👍)

#cecil dennis smut #cecil dennis #revenge for jolly #oscar isaac characters #kinktober #revenge for jolly smut #moon knight smut

[cloverdaisies]

# UR SUCH AN EMO! ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

— choi chanhee x gn!reader

₊⊹⁀➴ description: the popular kid meets his unconventional match in one of the school’s most hated emo’s. from lab partners to cleaning buddies: the events that caused social royalty to fall in love with someone from the very bottom of the high school food chain. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers.

₊⊹⁀➴ word count: 4.1k+

₊⊹⁀➴ a/n: happy belated birthday @sanaxo-o , ily a lot, hope you enjoy this little piece i put together 4 u 🫶 it’s been in the works for a while but i really wanted to complete it for you. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ warnings: mentions of bullying, frequent arguing.

The sound of crashing drums and noisy guitar riffs leaked from your headphones, lazily dragging your shoes across the pavement as you were unwillingly met with the gates of the hell that was school. As usual, the halls were like the inside of a incredibly overpopulated zoo, with heads being met with the sides of lockers and the boisterous roars of students celebrating the beginning of the last semester of senior year.

You couldn’t be more excited to finish school, considering school simply wasn’t the safest place for anyone with alternative taste in anything. You clumsily made your way to your locker, abruptly pausing the music in your headphones before placing them on the shelf and shutting it with a slam.

“Someone’s not happy.” You sighed at the voice beside you, a familiar voice that has haunted your nightmares since you were at least 14 years old. “If you wear anymore eyeliner, you’re gonna start looking like your cosplaying a panda.”

“Good one.” One of other boys perked up, cheering on the other with a pitiful snicker sucking up to him like a little minion in goggles and dungarees ready to steal the moon.

Sunwoo definitely wasn’t the nicest guy to be around in high school, it certainly didn’t help that your locker was conveniently placed next to his so you got the divine pleasure of seeing him everyday. It also didn’t help that his group of minions congregated around that space 24/7 during every break like they had nowhere else to be.

However, he wasn’t the worst of the bunch. If anything it was a boy called Chanhee, he always had something to say, in fact too many things. “Your headphones are making my ears bleed.” , “Try not to wear black challenge!” , or just simple things sometimes like “I HATE your shoes.” You couldn’t deny you brought that upon yourself after one time you’d made fun of the fact he’d worn a beret to school, yeah the entire, “dAd yOu CaNt dO tHiS i WaNna gO tO fAsHioN sChoOl” comment you’d made didn’t sit well with him.

He stood towards the back of the small circle, him, Sunwoo and Changmin were the only ones that had arrived on time surprisingly, as some of that group seemed to only turn up half way through the day when they felt like it. The others weren’t as bad either, Hyunjae was a nice guy and so was Haknyeon, the rest you hadn’t had too much interaction with, thankfully.

Breezing past them with a sigh, you threw your bag over your shoulder and decided it’s best to ignore them rather than make any attempt to clap back. Besides how could you waste anytime when you had the extremely fun class that was chemistry to rush to?

“Okay class, welcome. Take your seats.” Your chemistry teacher welcomed you in with a jovial smile, his combover gelled so stiffly it would survive a hurricane intact. "We're jumping straight into some lab work today, I've assigned you partners based on ability."

The entire class let out a unanimous groan at the thought of set partners, the excited glances made by bestfriends across the room being replaced with long frowns. However, for you, this was simply the best case scenario since you didn’t have any friends in this class. At least that’s what you thought until the teacher spoke some unfathomable words that sent you spiralling as soon as they fell from his tongue.

“Y/n, you’re with Chanhee on this bay.” He called from the second row, you glanced over at Chanhee who rolled his eyes with a groan grabbing his bag and grumpily shoving it down next to his stool.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy either.” You laughed sarcastically, sitting beside him as he rested his head on the desk in frustration.

The teacher went on to explain the test you’d be carrying out, different chemicals reactivity in water, recording the results and comparing the differences. It was pretty simple, since it’s was just a warm up to ease the class into the semester. Hopefully the time would pass fairly quickly so you wouldn’t have to sit next to mr. miserable for much longer.

“Are you just going to sit there or help?” You sighed, watching the boy sit up with sleepy eyes peaking through the strands of his dyed blonde hair. You passed him a pair of protective goggles, dropping them in front of him as he jolted awake.

“Sorry, I fell asleep you’re that boring.” He replied satirically placing his glasses on. He sported a false smile gleaming off his white teeth, his eyes creasing and smile lines faintly showing at each peak of his lips.

“Charming.” You raised your eyebrows momentarily, filling the plastic basin with water and placing it on the table in front of you. You took turns dropping chemicals into the water watching the the chemicals fizz or even catch light at times. Recording the sound and visual on paper as well as the time taken for it to stop.

“So why do you hate me so much?” You asked the boy curiously, crossing your arms as you watched him scribble down some more notes in his workbook.

“I don’t?” He laughed slightly, shaking his head, his golden earrings dazzling under the light. “I’m more annoyed I have to work with you, because to him, hopefully I can get your grades up.”

“So you’re crying because you think you’re doing charity work? Get over yourself.” You snickered, not breaking eye contact as he stared you down with an intense glare, his pupils darkened in silent rage.

“Maybe you should get over yourself, huh? You ever thought about that, don’t talk to me on your high horse when you had no reason to make fun of me for what I wear in the first place.” Chanhee spat, thankfully the ringing of the school bell paused the argument, diffusing the tension in the air.

The class was dismissed, and in your next few classes you couldn’t stop thinking about what you would have said back to him in that conversation. Perhaps something along the lines of “Isn’t that what you and your group have done to me everyday for the past 5 years?” If the bell hadn’t rang there would have probably been some sort of cat fight break out.

Soon it was lunch, and as you were sitting with your friends on your own table you felt an intense stare across the room. You looked up inquisitively at the feeling of eyes on you, spotting the same group of boys Sunwoo, Chanhee and the others you like to call the minions ( come on they literally have one called Kevin ) staring at you like hawks. You rolled your eyes and continued talking with your friends, eyes occasionally wandering to the other side of the room. You needed another drink, squashing your empty carton of apple juice and throwing it into the trash can nearby —landing a pretty cool trick shot.

“He’s not very happy with you.” A polite voice chimed from in front of you in the line of the canteen, “Said you got in a bit of an argument.”

You turned to see Haknyeon, nibbling on cherry tomatoes from a plastic packet like a small mouse, whilst heartily filling up his lunch tray and sliding it across the surface.

“I can tell that, the minions seem to have a bit of a staring problem.” You chuckled looking over the group where they were trying to land food into each others mouths from large distances, yelling boyishly when Juyeon caught a grape from across the cafeteria.

“He’ll get over it.” Haknyeon shrugged, as he got to the front of the line ready to pay for his food. He held out the plastic packet of tomatoes he was snacking on and offered. “Tomato?”

“No thanks, I hate them.” You laughed slightly, listening to the beep as his card was accepted on the lunch reader.

“More for me then.” He shrugged, stuffing his face with another before flashing the brightest and cutest smile you’d ever seen. You paid for your drink, sitting back at the table with a sigh, glancing back over at Chanhee as he smiled and laughed along with the other boys in glee.

Next period after Lunch was English, the sound of the teacher reciting quotes from The Great Gatsby singing you to sleep like a lullaby. It also didn’t help in front of you, Chanhee and Hyunjae were sat working away taking notes. After the argument you’d had this morning with him, the presence of Chanhee couldn’t put you anymore on edge.

“Hey y/n… y/n? Wake up.” Hyunjae flung a pencil towards your head, abruptly causing you to sit up straight at your desk eyes sensitive to the bright lights around you.

“What?” You rubbed the top if your head where he’d hit and groaned in annoyance. “I was getting a good amount of sleep there.”

“I’m having a party on Friday, you wanna come?” He asked, with bright eyes and a grin of genuine interest spreading across his face.

“You know, I always say no.” You replied with a sarcastic jingle, situating your head back on your desk and yawning tiredly.

“That is not happening. Even if you say yes there is no way I’m letting you come.” Chanhee chimed in with a shocked gasp, laughing to shake off the thought of you being at one of Hyunjae’s events.

“Can’t you just be nice? Y/n’s my friend and actually is pretty damn cool if you get to know-” Hyunjae laughed, thinking the other boy couldn’t be serious but was sharply cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“Are you even my friend?” Chanhee scoffed, immediately going back to his work and not making eye contact with him. Hyunjae shrugged at you, offering a sympathetic smile and going back to his own work.

You didn’t pay anymore attention to the pair of them, your head reintroducing itself back to the table planning to nap the rest of the lesson away.

“Jesus wake up.” You felt a push at your arm, “You can’t interrupt my sleep and then start snoozing behind me.”

You looked up at Chanhee in annoyance, raising an eyebrow whilst observing the disgusted look on his face. You smiled, taking a breath, choosing your words carefully before speaking to the brown eyed boy.

“Will you do us both a favor? And stop speaking to me?” You spoke calmly with a false sweetness loading each word like a bitter bullet, watching as his eyes rolled to the top of their sockets and back.

“That’s enough! Y/n and Chanhee! Both of you out of the classroom.” The teacher demanded, fed up of the disruption from the corner of the classroom. You both got up, more than annoyed leaving the classroom door with a slam.

“You’re so dead for this.” Chanhee glared at you in annoyance his palm resting against his forehead as he tried to destress.

“Deserved. If you kept your mouth shut we wouldn’t be here, would we?” You smiled as he sighed, it was quite funny watching him being kicked out of class for the first time — a place you’d been so many times before, but for him it was more than ego crushing.

“What brings you both out in to the corridors?” The sound of heels clicking down the corridor, has both your heads turning towards the principal with a sigh. “Kicked out of class.”

“Not intentionally.” You groaned, hating having to encounter the woman considering she had her eyes on you 24/7 for sleeping through classes and not doing any homework contributing to your grade.

“Y/n, you can’t be pulling down the reputation of some of our best students like Mr. Choi here. Seeing as the both of you aren’t in lesson, the music store room actually needs cleaning and it would be amazing if you could help.” She smiled, passive aggressively clasping her hands together like a fly.

You’ve got to be kidding me, was the only coherent thought to pass your brain, it was only the first day back and you’d already gotten yourself into so much in just a few hours. She brought you to the storage room, where there was clutter everywhere, cardboard boxes, trash, old instruments just scattered over the unseeable floor.

“It might take a few days, so I’ll make sure you both commit to this for at least an hour each day until it’s clean. No free periods after lunch, got it?” She cocked an eyebrow at the two of you, pulling the dusty chain for the dim light bulb that barely lit the room.

“Yes Ms.” You both replied unenthusiastically, beginning to move boxes to make some walking room amongst all the chaos in the room.

“I could really use a coffee right now.” You groaned as the door slammed shut behind her with a deafening screech, the both of you covering your mouths with your forearms due to all the dust.

“You’ve just slept like a sloth for an hour and you need coffee? Pfft.” Chanhee scoffed, adding on a cough at the end blowing the dust out of his face with a look of disgust painted all over his face. “I can’t believe you got me into this.”

“You got yourself into this because you can’t keep yourself quiet, you’re just always dying to say something negative to me.” You put down the box you were carrying into a pile in the corner, the fragile cardboard wearing thin.

“Only because you for, some reason, think it’s okay to be mean to me too!” He snapped back once again referencing the time you’d made fun of his outfit one day, pulling his red sweater over his palms as he lifted another box.

“I was actually gonna say earlier, don’t you think I hear the same thing everyday from your gang of guys? Do you think that one time I made fun of you outweighs the last 5 years of you making them at me?” You turned around, tears welling in your eyes as you spat your words of frustration out in to the air. A moment of silence lingering, the tension in the air so cuttable and cold it felt like shards of ice hitting your skin, the nerves and adrenaline painting a pink color your in your cheeks.

“Just because they made fun of you, or even just Sunwoo, does not mean for even one minute I thought that about you too.” He softened his voice having seen you get so vulnerable on the topic. “Plus you give Hyunjae a pass, why did you go for me? Why did you make fun of me? I still get slander for the way I dress and act to from them-”

“I could ask you why they get a pass? If they’re so mean to you and you don’t think they should be mean to me, then why are you even friends with them?” You laughed in frustration at the boy justifying years of torment to not only you but himself, it simply made no sense.

“Because I don’t know anything else? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He threw up his arms in frustration watching as your lips sealed in silence. “Or the real answer, because I’m too scared to say I got hurt by it? I don’t want to seem fragile or like I can’t take a joke. I’ve known them since when we were kids, they’re still my friends, my day 1’s. That’s the truth.”

Seemingly emotional, he turned around to the wall slightly frustrated he’d let his guard down, however also perhaps in a state of processing the reality of his own actions and feelings. As if he’d had some sort of emotional awakening, as if the cogs finally started turning on why he was so hurt by what you’d said to him. He was hurt by you, because he’d already had his confidence worn down by the same people affecting you.

The both of you began unboxing the items in the storage room in complete silence, not uttering a single word other than a few coughs or mumbles about how much dust was in the room. You began opening a rather dusty box, a large rectangular one attached to a smaller chunkier box. You opened it and let out a quiet “cool” as you found a brand new electric guitar attached to an unopened amp.

“Do we have a power outlet in here?” You turned to Chanhee with an excited smile, he didn’t look up at you but just pointed to a old looking socket on the wall. You plugged in the amp, attaching the connecting wire to the guitar and played a slightly off key chord due to the guitar being untuned.

“Oh my goodness, that’s so loud stop.” Chanhee laughed slightly, a giggle from pure joy, not a sarcastic or mean one, a genuine chuckle. “We don’t have time for this.”

All of a sudden he returned to seriousness, the laughter pausing as quietly you put down the guitar neatly in the corner of the room and unplugged the amp. Clearly it was impossible to clear the air or bitterness with this guy, you may as well give up trying to reconcile at this point.

“I see how it is.” You sighed, lazily continuing the move the plethora of boxes around the room to try at least uncover the floor of the storage room by the end of hour.

Around 10 or so minutes later the bell rang, signalling the end of the day and soon the hallway outside was filled with muffled laughter trapping you both in the musty room until the storm passed. He didn’t say anything to you, asides from slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving, it felt as if the conversation earlier seemingly had no effect on his feelings of hatred towards you.

Since it was the end of the day, you went to retrieve your headphones from your locker opening it up to a note that read:

“Ur Such An Emo!”

“Real original, ur so funny!” You uttered, crumpling the paper in your fist and letting out a deep sigh before putting your headphones around your neck.

“Didn’t like my note?” Sunwoo asked leaning against his locker with a cocked brow and his arms folded across his black wash denim jacket.

“Not really. I almost forgot how unfunny you were for a second though.” You sighed closing your locker door, only to have your arm gently grabbed back.

“I’m only joking, you do know that, don’t you?” He asked, his condescending smirk saying much otherwise. Despite it being ‘not that deep’ to him of course it was frustrating being the butt of the joke everyday for you.

“Sunwoo shutup for one minute, will you?” Chanhee approached him, pulling his gentle hand from your arm and turning back away from you coldly.

Almost shocked for words, you stood there for a moment before quickly rushing away from the scene down the hallway. Chanhee? Chanhee Choi? Defending you? Perhaps the conversation did have some impact on the way he thought of Sunwoo and his minion clan.

“So about that party, Friday night.” The cheery voice of Hyunjae beside you forced you to take off your headphones on your way out of the gates. “Are you coming?”

“Maybe.” You sighed, clutching your bag on your shoulder with a delayed and airy chuckle.

“That always means no, doesn’t it?” He laughed in response, trying to make eye contact as you only kept your eyes on the pavement ahead.

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, briefly nodding a goodbye to the boy before parting your ways to walk home. The trees hung over the sunny sky in September, leaves drooping, getting ready to decay orange and make the departure from their branches. Birds flying over the neighborhood in crowds, humming the scene a soundtrack as you stepped through your front door home. Crashing into your bed, you huffed wondering why Chanhee had defended you yet still acted as if he hated your guts.

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Friday soon stumbled upon you, the rest of the week hadn’t been particularly interesting, however Chanhee hadn’t spoken to you since Monday. Everyday the hour at the end of the day that you’d both designated to cleaning the music store room, he remained silent not speaking a word to you everyday, ignoring your questions, jokes and thoughts - only speaking when necessary with the odd “excuse me.” or sometimes even a brief “pass that over.”

Today wasn’t any exception, he strolled in on the last hour without any polite “hello”s or quite frankly any acknowledgment of your presence in the room at all. You’d had enough of trying to entertain yourself with your own thoughts and turned around to the boy with a quick snap. He’d chosen to wear a more toned down outfit than usual that day, straight fitted black jeans with a loose tucked in black t-shirt. In his ears he’d opted for small silver hoops which complimented the thin silver chain around his neck.

“I can’t take it anymore, why’ve you been ignoring me all week?” You huffed out, watching as the boy did nothing but shrug in the most annoying and frustrating fashion. “You don’t know, really? It’s killing me, did I do something to upset you? It can’t be nothing.”

“I’m not sure why I’m ignoring you, I’m actually not.” He sighed, carrying himself within a register that translated words of genuine truth. He finished packing one of the last boxes, placing his palms on the top and beginning to stare into nothing but space.

“Then can you stop?” You laughed walking through to the thin aisle of shelves where you’d been placing organised boxes for the past week. You gently put your last box down, turning and accidentally bumping into Chanhee as you hadn’t noticed he’d moved from his original spot to move his own box.

You caught eye contact with him, forgetting to apologise for bumping into him instead you were lost for words. As you looked into his hazel brown eyes, you couldn’t seem to catch a single coherent thought other than how unreal he looked in the warm lighting above him.

“Can you not? I just nearly dropped my shit.” He rolled his eyes and huffed a huge sigh of frustration forcefully breaking his eye contact with you.

“Jeez I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.” You groaned, returning the eye roll, annoyed he’d began picking arguments with his unpredictable attitude once again.

“If you’re going to apologise try not being rude about it.” He clapped back, you immediately whipped your head back around, slowly walking back up to him and shaking your head in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t you be the one apologising? Didn’t you start the argume-” You began, before you were unexpectedly cut off by him passionately smashing his lips against yours, his hands cupping either side of your face. You couldn’t help but immediately reciprocate the kiss, the shock fading away almost instantly. You pulled away looking at him with a bewildered expression painted across your face, not expecting him to even have that kind of action programmed into his perfect little system.

“Uh, Why? I thought I was ‘such an emo’.” You asked, not being able to contain your laughter as he mirrored your chuckles, a smile plastered on his face as he locked eyes with the ground.

“Well first of all, never tell anyone what I’m about to say or you’re actually dead.” He looked up at you with a pair of sparkly eyes, “I like you? Even though you’re such an emo. I guess.. I have for a while, I always thought your style was really cool and I’m sorry I made fun of you.. I don’t really know why I did it.”

“You’re so awkward quit being so nervous about it.” You laughed as he chewed on his lip trying to hide the nervous grin creeping up. “I guess there’s always second chances, apology accepted.” You teased him, placing a boop on his nose with your finger.

“Thanks.” He spoke softly, his cheeks turning bright pink as you placed a kiss on one side of his face to reassure him. “Uhm, So you coming to that party tonight?”

“Sure I will.” You smiled, grabbing your bag as the last bell of the day sounded. “I guess I like you too, by the way.” You added before quickly escaping through the music storage door, leaving him behind alone, his brain running marathons and his heart beating out of his chest. His phone screen lit up and sending an aggressive bell sound to be muffled thorough the denim of his jean pocket:

y/n: oh and u looked like such an emo today xo

Chanhee laughed, his fingers shaking nervously over his cracked phone screen as he thought of a reply. When he got home he’d continue to text you until the very sunset, when his eyes simply couldn’t stay open any longer. For him, he finally felt accepted for who he was and what he liked — similarly so did you.

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pls do catch-ups for sunoo and jw 🙏

Okay lovely, I’m gonna use your ask for this lol 🫶 thank you for your request :) A bit late but I hope you enjoy!

MDNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: thigh riding kink, praise kink, hickeys, making out, smut or suggestive, not sure which to label this as???

Note: obviously if you’re uncomfy with these kinds of topics, don’t read! Anyways, if no one has told you today, ily! 🫶

Linking the Hyung line versions for those of you who haven’t seen them.

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Thigh riding kink (Hyung line post)

Sunoo

“Almost done already?” Sunoo’s whisper in your ear sent shivers down your spine as you moved your hips faster against his thigh, creating a damp spot on the fabric of his jeans.

“Mmhmm…” you were a mess and he knew this. Sunoo’s hands caressed your hips, waist, and back as he allowed you to ride his thigh, coming undone with each moan that slipped through your lips.

“Next time, we can do more.” Sunoo smiled, watching your facial expressions. You knew you needed to hurry so he wouldn't be late to his dance practice before their concert, but you didn't care at the moment, feeling way too good to even want it to end.

Jungwon

You were pinned against the wall with Jungwon’s thigh between your legs after you had spent the evening full of tension with him.

He waited until you two were going to be 100% alone, pressing you against the wall and crashing his lips to yours.

He was unaware of your thigh riding kink until his thigh was between your legs and the soft whimper you let out upon contact.

“Is there a reason you're so needy tonight?” Jungwon asked, pecking your jaw next to your ear.

“No…” You were at a loss for words, slightly rubbing yourself against his thigh. He chuckled as his hands slid down to your hips, moving you against his thigh.

“No? Because I think I know the reason now.”

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Praise kink (Hyung Line post)

Sunoo

“You’re so perfect. Always so amazing to me.” Sunoo praised, tracing the skin on your arm, giving you a fond look.

“Hey, you are perfect too. You always sound so pretty with the sounds you make.” You praised him back, knowing he loved it too.

Sunoo felt his cheeks heat up, and the desire that was there moment prior, had risen back up.

“Wow…” He breathed out, a smile painting his face prettily. You found yourself smiling with him, your thumb gently rubbing against his cheek.

“Always such a good boy, huh?” you knew what you were doing, but so did he.

Jungwon

He’s always praising you, not knowing how much it turns you on hearing him simply appreciate you.

That didn’t stop him when he did find out though.

“My angel, you make me so proud.” Jungwon came up behind you, whispering in your ear while out at a party together.

He knew what saying that would get you going, and he was correct, watching you slightly squirm, trying to keep yourself together.

“You’re so good at pretending you don’t want me.” He winked, still whispering so no one near could hear him.

You fought hard, trying not to melt at his words.

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Hickeys (Reader giving) (Hyung Line post)

Sunoo

The moment you mentioned wanting to give him a hickey, he’d be on board, wanting you to mark him up.

Little did you know, he already had an excuse planned for if, and when, someone noticed the marks and asked about them.

“How many should I give you?” You asked after the first hickey was left on his neck. Sunoo thought for a few seconds, a slight smirk on his face.

“Keep going until you feel like it’s enough. I'm all yours.” Sunoo’s smirk grew, giving you full reign of his skin.

The next day, with a ton of hickeys on his body, he had used markers and different colors of eyeshadow and eyeliner to draw around them, making them look like a form of art— even if it was strange for him to suddenly draw on his body.

No one suspected a thing when the makeup artists and Sunoo himself tried to wash and wipe off the marker and makeup, thinking the hickeys were caused by smears and how rough they needed to wiped the makeup off.

Jungwon

“Anything for you.” Jungwon always said when you asked for something, no matter what it was.

Even giving him a hickey, he let you. But just one, which was fine by you because you didn't feel the need to mark him multiple times for your first time with him.

Just one, and it was on the crook of his neck, not too big, but definitely not small. Even his hoodie couldn't hide it completely.

“Wow.” Jungwon looked at it in the mirror later. It was right before the guys were going to meet up with him and right after you left. His heart started to race, a mixture of the memories from when he was receiving the hickey and the slight panic from knowing the guys would see it if they looked at him too long.

“This is going to be fun.” Jungwon nervously thought to himself, hearing the doorbell ring.

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Hickeys (Idol! Reader receiving) (Hyung Line post)

Sunoo

The hickey he gave you was an accident. He intended to kiss your neck. He intended to suck on your neck after each kiss.

But he didn't mean to suck hard enough to leave a sizeable hickey in it’s wake.

“Sunoo…” you were staring at it through your phone camera, shocked that he did this in the first place. “I don’t have makeup with me right now!”

Sunoo was confused at first on why you were worried about makeup, but as he got closer to you, he saw his mark.

“Do you need makeup?” He asked, wondering where and why you would need it right away. You put your phone down, looking at him.

“I have a photo shoot in ten minutes!” You crossed your arms. Sunoo laughed a little to relieve any tension, “then why didn't you tell me?”

Jungwon

“I am so so sorry!” Jungwon wasn't sorry about giving you the hickey.

He was sorry that it got you in trouble with your manager. If he could, he'd give you more and he wouldn't care he saw.

But this was your career and he didn't want you to get in trouble, whether it risked your career or not. He certainly didn't want your manager to force you to breakup with him.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get over it.” You reassured Jungwon, who seemed more panicked than you about getting you in trouble. The hickey was covered in makeup so skillfully that it was almost as if it was never there.

“But you were talking to him for a while, are you sure?” Jungwon asked, the worry was evident in his tone.

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him, easing his worries, “I'm sure. My manager isn't strict like that. He just doesn't want me getting caught in a scandal.”

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Favorite body parts on their partner (Hyung Line post)

Sunoo

SFW: okay, as weird as this sounds, I think his favorite would be your nose. Like Jay, I think he’s a nose booper too, except more intense. Bops your nose (softly & with care) with his lips, finger, stuffed animals, even got to the point where he has to catch you off guard because you’ve started to block his attempts to touch your nose in any way. He just loves the shape and thinks it’s very cute regardless of your feelings about your nose.

NSFW: fingers. Hands down. (No pun intended?) if we’re head canoning rn, he strikes me as a finger sucker. I'm sorry, I see him as a sub, like y’all would have to provide hard evidence otherwise. Back to your fingers, catch them in his mouth while he’s looking up at you, waiting for the next move. Alternatively, he loves the feel of your fingers on him and how pretty they look needily touching him.

Jungwon

SFW: Arms. Arms. Arms. He loves your arms around him, holding him, hugging him, he just loves your arms. He feels his safe place is in your arms and always looks forward to feeling them around him. Every time he thinks of you, his thoughts always center around the feeling of how you held him and the words you two spoke while he was in your arms. (Take a shot for how many times I’ve said ‘arms’ lmao)

NSFW: Alright, my immediate thought when thinking of what his favorite body part of yours is was hips. Out in public? His arms are around/ resting on your hips. In private? Hands. On your hips. :). Y’all know the drill, he’d be pretty handsy when it comes to your hips. It’s his favorite part to grip because it keeps you in place while you’re squirming too much :))))) BYE.

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Note 2: I’m sorry, if we‘re still head canoning rn, I would like to say I believe Sunoo has/would have a praise kink too. Like y’all can’t convince me otherwise unless you provide solid evidence.

Tagging: @peonywon

#enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen sunoo smut #enhypen jungwon smut #enhypen x reader #enha x reader

[crowsncorvids]

I love boys ily boys in eyeliner boys in skirts boys in regular ass jeans boys with hair boys with big beautiful brown eyes and brown hair boys with voices boys who speak other languages snsbsbssaaahiiii

[sebsxphia]

Sebbbbb !!! My lovely, how are you??? <3 I’m dying with all the new Lew content and I be having some Bob and Rhett thoughts 😩

Idk why but I feel like both Rhett and Bob would be totally fascinated watching you put on makeup? Like they’d just sit in the mirror behind you and watch you do it, staring in awe at how smoothly you put on your lipstick, how precise and steady you apply your eyeliner and mascara. they’d just stare with a cute, thoughtful look on their faces and probably ask you “how do you not poke your eye out?” And they’d just be amazed by how much work goes into it and how easy you make it all look. Thinking about how adorable you look when you’re concentrating so hard to make it look nice, and they’d tell you how beautiful you are with and without your makeup on 🥹 and then ofc by the end of the night, they’re both ready to get you home and fuck you so good that you’re crying for their cocks bc they love to see your perfect, intricate makeup ruined by your desperate tears hehe 🫠 - kricket / @sugarcoated-lame 💜💜💜💜

also p.s: I sent you a DM during the whole hate anon debacle the other night and I’m not sure if you saw it, so I just wanna say I hope you’re doing okay and send you lots of love and forehead kisses, ily and hope you’re having a good day my love!!! 🥰❤️💜❤️💜

kricket my love!! i’m doing okay thank you, how are you doing?? <33 dude the lew content got me frothing at the mouth and screaming like a wild dog 🥴

godddd i couldn’t agree more with this, especially the ending. hoo boy. because they actually are genuinely intrigued how you do your make-up. they want to learn so when you ask them to pick up a brush or toner from the drug store, they know the right one to get. at the back of their mind they’re also thinking about how they can’t wait to see it running down your face later, but they can save that. for now.

thank you so much for this my love and i’m pleased to confirm i got the dm and i responded earlier today!! i love you so much and i’m sending you so many forehead kisses right back at you. i hope you’re having a wonderful day my love!! 💖💗💓

#💌you’ve got mail #sugarcoated lame #rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #💐 these are for you!!

[hyperfixationspam]

s2 finale liveblog

good morning sluts i am so fucking scared

hes in his meditation era

"idk a wave or something" babygirl i love you

OH THE DADDY ISSUES

STOP SAYING SIMPLE

SSHSHSKSHDJS POOR BABYGIRL HE WANTS TO BE ADOPTED SO BAD

SWEETHEART WHAT ARE YOU DOING

IS HE BEING MUTINIED FROM FISHING 😭😭😭

YEAH THEY ARE DICKS TELL EM BB

ZHENG IS FINE SHES IN THE TRAILER FUCK YOU

"britain never shall be slaves" 🫤 interesting choice of words

PETES POOR BALD HEAD 😭

JACKIE LOOKS SO SAD 😭😭

RICKY YOU BITCH MY ENEMY FUCK YOU

YOUR NOSE?? YOU FREAK

EWW YOU BITCH I HATE YOU

ZHENG!!!!!

OH GOD SHES HAVING FLASHBACKS

OH THIS IS WHERE THAT SCENE IS FROM

AUNTIE CANT BE DEAD NOO 😭😭😭

ZHENG BB GET UP PLS

STEDE!!!!

"or is it?" loser i love you

ZHENG HELL YEAH!!!!!

her fixing her pigtails 😭 shes so cute

ED POOR SWEETIE

OH. OK.

hes already added a third daddy to have issues about what an icon

YEAHHHHHHHH LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOO

SHUT UP RICKY FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

lmaooo izzy coming into "well actually 🤓☝️"

PINOCCHIO 😭😭 WE LOVE A CALLBACK

IZZY STOP WITH THE CANDLES

"the brains of this operation" 🤮🤮🤮 U RACIST BITCH

IZZY LORE???

HEY JACKIE. WHATS THAT. JACKIE

THE SOLDIERS READING THE LETTER NO NO NO NO

SOOOOOOOBS

ED READING THE ROMANTIC LETTER WHILE MURDERING THESE BITCHES 😭😭 I LOVE YOU

GNOSSIENE REMIX???

"WE WROTE OUR NAMES ON EACH OTHER" SHUT UPPPPPP

SWEET BABY

"you wrote me a lovely letter!!! 😡" why is he mad now shskdhskd

stede practically tripping over his own feet is so funny

NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR OUR BEAUTIFUL ROMANTIC HERO TO STEP IN

YEAHHHHH

THE MUSICAL CALLBACK 😭😭😭😭

OH MY GOD ITS JUST LIKE HIS DREAM THIS IS SO FUNNY AND HEARTBREAKING AND STUPID AND LIFE SHATTERING

zheng being like "ok we need to hurry this up so you bitches can be gay" queen

THE LONG AWAITED FIGHTING TOWARDS EACH OTHER SCENE!!!!!!

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAA

SWEETHEARTS 💕💕💕💕💕

KISSY!!!!!!!

"lifes a dick" real 😭

KISSY!!!!! THATS KISSY NUMBER FIVE NUMBER SIX IF YOU COUNT THE SECRET ONE

HE SAID IT!!!!!! HE SAID IT!!!!!!

bro hit him with the star wars reference 🫤

ZHENG 😭😭

wait has ed not met zheng??? i completely forgot

"shes super tough" "GUYSSSSS FUUUUUUUCK" i love her so much she is everything to me

"FOR LOOOOOVE" HAHAHAHA

"we need someone to pee on the shirt" hey im sorry what did i just walk into

AUNTIE!!!!!!!

"ive got plenty of blood" yeah i can see that

LMAOO THEM JUST CHILLING NEXT TO THE BODIES OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS

"oh you saw the flip ☺️" lmaooo

"i caught it 🥰" cuteeee

BABE!!!!!

"men have cost her too much" lore??? also me too bitch the fuck

"ur not a man" oh transgender? "ur soft" 🫤

"you dont do soft?? 😫" olu baby ily

izzy im scared for u pls stop taunting him

"because....." we're gay? "we're good" ok that works too

"you are a rancid syphilitic cunt 💅" iconic

"ooh theres a lot of them 🫤" stede saw his bf and forgot about strategy

OH SHIT SHE DID POISON THEM. WAIT FUCK WHO ELSE IS POISONED.

"is that us doing that" STEDE YOU DUMBASS 😭😭😭😭

wait theyre poison trained??? wtf 😭

"no!!!!! let me kill him 🥰" beautiful

bruh olu having to remind her to be nice 😭

"i am. proud. of you. 😐" so genuine 💞

ZHENG MY SWEETHEART MY SWEET GIRL

ASS SHOT?????? HELLO?????????

ok ur taking the outfits but who took the underwear too 😭😭

zheng lookin kinda 🥵🥵🥵

how are they all rocking this its a navy uniform its not supposed to look good

is frenchie wearing eyeliner hell yeah

ok yeah why did you trust ricky with that

DID. DID IZZY JUST GET SHOT. HELLO

why did olu grab that guy so intimately it looked like he was about to kiss him 😭

JIM IS JIM OK

OH GOD IZZYS ABOUT TO DIE ISNT HE. HES ABOUT TO BE WUZZY

OK AT LEAST JIM SEEMS FINE

OLU I LOVE YOU SILLY BOY

AUNTIE??????? NO NO NO

WHY IS LUCIUS RUNNING SO GAYLY 😭😭😭

izzys makeup he looks so close to death oh god

"SIT WITH ME EDDIE" FUUUUUUCK

"IM SORRY" GOD FINALLY

GOD HES FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGING IT. I CAN DIE IN PEACE. HOPEFULLY IZZY CAN TOO I GUESS

"it was us" FUCK FUXK FUCK FUXK FUCK FUUUUUCK

"i wanna go" OH MY GODDDDD

"youre my only family" "oh fuck off you twat" yeah thats the proper response 😭

"JUST BE ED" FUCKU FUXK FUCK FUXK

OH MY GOD. THE "THERE HE IS" PARALLEL. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.

OH MY FUCKING GOD HE FUCKIN DEAD

congratulations to con o neill for doing the most convincing dead eyes ive ever seen thats a bit terrifying

STEDE PLEEEEASE GO GET YOUR MAN DONT JUST STAND THERE

OH THEYRE BURYING HIM HES LIKE DEAD DEAD NO RISING FROM THE GRAVE FOR HIM

ROACH GIVING THE MIDDLE FINGER SHSKDHSKF

"he was a fucking nightmare what a guy" spitting straight facts

"i think wed be good together. kick a lotta ass" hell yeah wlw mlm solidarity

oh shit rickys still alive i forgot 😭

"shes said enough" HAHAHAHAHA

WEDDING WEDDING WEDDING WEDING YES YES YES YES

fang are u ok

ED........ THOSE EYES........

MATEYS!!!!!!!!!!

ok fang is not ok pls get this boy some therapy

"or kiss or something" 😭

CUTIES!!!!!!!! HUSBANDS!!!!!! MATEYS!!!!!!! CUTIES!!!!!!!!!

NINA SIMONE HELL YEA

WAIT IS FRENCHIE FIRST MATE FOR REAL NOW

OH SHIT JACKIES HERE TOO. FOUND FAMILY UNION!!!!

sugarballs????? 😭😭😭

WAIT ED AND STEDE STAYED BEHIND OH FUCK

INNKEEPERS!!!!!!!

OH MY GODDDDDDD

BUTTONS??????

frenchie skinny legend

wait who pissed on the towel

WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO FOR S3 IF THEYRE BEHIND THO. LIKE IM HAPPY FOR THEM BUT WHAT ABOUT S3

[75yearsintime]

headcanon that barbatos wears eyeliner. the early 2000s emo eyeliner

#he listens to heavy metal it makes sense #ily emo boy<33 #he discovered all the iconic human world emo bands and hes been listening to them whilst cleaning ever since #FOB. MCR. BMTH. all of them #paramore. get scared. sleeing with sirens #black veil brides. asking alexandria. #three days grace and slipknot #im now just listing every emo band i can think of but im 100% he would listen to all of them #slayer. black sabbath. ice nine kills #MC INTRODUCES HIM TO LINKIN PARK AND HES LIKE 'holy shit' 😭 #anyhow tho he would look so good in that kinda eyeliner istg #i love him sm my emo king<3 #obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #barbatos #obey me barbatos #obey me! barbatos #omswd #75rambles<3

[pettyprocrastination]

Damn you know it’s serious when TJ says nigga 🤣

IM DONE MAN

i also hate that tiktok has given rebirth to the "soft boy" era from pinterest where like. Dudes wear skirts or do the bare minimum in terms of feminism and people lose their MINDS

when theyre just as misogynistic and toxic as the trevor next door, but since they slapped on a maid outfit and painted their nails nobody will acknowledge it

#ask #asks #like the amount of boys i knew who will wear eyeliner and paint their nails and girls go NUTS over it #who were huge racists and made jokes about abuse and transphobia but oop he's a woke king!! cause he wore a skirt #and said he wants a woman to step on him #uwu icon feminist legend i wish more men were like him <3<3<3 #ILY BOWIE

[ohcaptains]

OMG idk if ur still taking blurb night submissions but i need literally anything with klitz bc he’s baby and everything you write is my gospel ILY

omg i love klitz sm <3 thank u for the request !!! & thank u sm<3

He’s staring at you.

Has been ever since class started, and that was twenty minutes ago. A little part of your subconscious is screaming at you. Yelling, saying, tell that creepy, nerdy boy to stop staring at you. Another part, going, this is what you get for wearing a skirt. Another, though, and the biggest part, is twirling its hair and kicking its feet.

Writing love letters in twirly handwriting, looping the letter Y into a heart. Giddy, making you run your foot up the inside of your leg and rub your shoe against the skin.

You’ve always had a thing for Klitz. When you’d told your friends, they’d burst out laughing, catching everybody’s attention in the lunch hall.

You’re joking, right? Suzie had cackled, then she’d blanched when she saw your face, dead pan and serious. Oh god, you’re not joking. Why would you joke about that? Contrary to popular belief, you weren’t a bitch – even if your friends were.

“Klitz!” Mr Stevens hollers. The pair of you snap to the sound and you can almost heart Klitz’ heart drop. Mr Stevens raises his thick brows, “what’s the answer to number three?” Glancing to Klitz, he’s red faced and stressed.

“Er,” he stumbles, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. You watch his hand clench around his pen, watch him push his glasses up his nose. “Um,” he stutters again. Mr Stevens smirks, then looks to you. Oh god.

“You’d know it, if you weren’t so busy staring at your classmates.” Heat spreads over your skin. The entire class turns to you, then to Klitz, who’s having an out of body experience. Pride swells in your gut.

“Eyes on the board,” Mr Stevens finishes. Cropping up all of your courage, you look to Klitz again, where he catches your eye. At first, he ducks away, but you don’t dare look away.

A minute later, he meets your eyeline again, where you give him a little wave and mouth the answer to number three.

He’s cherry faced when he thanks you.

#klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door #klitz x you #the girl next door #paul dano #paul dano klitz #paul dano klitz x reader #paul dano nation #klitz #klitz drabbles #paul dano x reader #blurb night april 22