#listen im just. i don't like that fics can blow up like this

[poppy-metal]

listen. i’m blowing up your inbox and im sorry but i’m a wreck. TALK TO ME AB THE EMOTIONAL I NEED YOU SEX.

eddie’s passionate, and that definitely extends to sex, but you both are so overcome with love and gratitude that you’re both there and okay, and you’re being so gentle with him he wants to cry because he loves you so much. yall figure out why they call it “making love” that night

I was made for loving you.

a/n: this is my fix it fic. my comfort. my delusion.

cw: past fwb eddie x reader. feelings. reader is bad at them. soft sex. soft dom!eddie

why does the term 'making love' warm me up on the inside? i am disgusting.

thinking of being in a fwb situation with him before you went and saved the world together. you'd always kept him at arms length, he's just a punk and you did ballet type shit. but stumbling into your big empty house, dirty and grimy and sweaty, you don't seem that far apart. from that different of worlds.

he'd almost died. you'd had that second of bone chilling fear deep in your gut when the bats had taken him down. the screams you let out had your throat still feeling raw. you hadn't let go of his hand the whole ride home. the whole time he was being attended to. you hadn't spoken much.

you're still silent now, nawing on your bottom lip as you let him use your shower. the distant sound of the water fills your room and you can't handle it anymore. the distance. the being away from him.

he jumps, predictable and dramatic, when you open your bathroom door. he's got the shower running but he'd been sitting on the closed lid of the toliet, scrubbing his hands down his face, still fully clothed.

"jesus." he says, startled. he runs a hand through his bangs, making them stick up. "ever heard of knocking? what I'd been indecent?"

you come to him, knowing he's deflecting. "seen you naked before, munson."

he looks down at his hands on his lap. bites his bottom lip. "right."

you kneel down in front of him and put your hands on his knees, looking up at him. he has such big eyes. expressive. they can't hide anything from you. right now you can tell he's still terrified.

"you almost died, eddie."

you see his throat work around a swallow. his knee under your palm starts to shake a little. bobbing up and down. "i know. yeah i-" he takes a breath. closes his eyes and then opens them again. they look wet. "i know."

you grip him a little hard. your bottom lip trembles. "i almost lost you."

he smiles then. its a crooked, half little smile if a bit wobbly. "can't get rid of me that easily, sweetheart."

you know he uses jokes like this, his sarcasm, as a defense. usually you roll your eyes at it, let it roll off your shoulders like water and maybe say something biting back, even if you don't mean it. you can't find it in you to joke right now.

"I don't want to get rid of you." you say, completely serious. "eddie, you know that right? you know that i- that you-"

he looks at you. his eyes are that intense kind of dark they get before he kisses you. when he knows you're bluffing when you say something casual. like he can see inside you so easily. like its nothing. it never fails to make you feel stripped bare. naked.

"that you what?" his voice is soft. testing. his hands cover yours on his thighs, thumbs stroking over your knuckles.

you'd kiss him now usually. to avoid the truth of your feelings. to cover up, at least metaphorically, how naked he made you feel.

you swallow and instead of covering up, you stand slowly. his eyes track the movement until he's staring up at you, wide eyes framed by pretty lashes.

"that i need you." you say, simply. and then you're raising your hands to unbutton your tattered blouse. your hands trembling.

you've undressed in front of him more times then you can count, had him undress you. this is different. this means something. this is you letting him in.

he watches you, entranced. he always looks so worshipful. before you'd always dug your nails into his back to avoid those looks, dug your heels into his ass and taunted him in some way to make him fuck you hard not gentle.

gentle was what people who felt for eachother did. gentle was making love. gentle was being in love.

when you step out of your panties you're already slick between your legs. but you ignore that for now and reach for him. you want him bare too. you want nothing between you, nothing but skin and bones and flesh and aliveness. hes alive. hes okay. hes here.

"wanna feel you." you say, almost pleadingly as you guide him to stand. he's taller than you, your nose at his shoulders. your fingers delve into his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders. "need to- need to know you're okay. is that- is that okay?"

you'd never asked something like that before. but you genuinely want to know. maybe this isn't what he needs right now.

you hear his shaky inhale and then his hands are helping you, shaking just as much as yours to divest him of his clothes. you swallow when he steps out of his jeans. his body is beautiful. a work of art. pale and lean. your hand pets through the hair trailing down his navel, marveling at how his stomach flexea under your touch.

"i need" he stops and then starts again. "i need you too. so much. you don't know how much i do."

you peer up at him and let yourself smile as your hand reaches down to lightly grip the hard flesh between his thighs. his eyes flutter when your palm envelopes his velvety cock. stroking it once. "show me?"

when he looks at you, he looks pained. "I don't know if i can pretend I'm not fucking in love with you tonight, baby. i can't- i can't just fuck you like you weren't the last thing i saw before i thought i was gonna kick it."

you feel your chest crack open. you regret so much of your past. so much time spent pushing this beautiful boy away when you should have been pulling him closer. so much closer. letting him love you.

"i don't want to pretend anymore, eddie." you lean up on your tip toes to brush your lips against his. "make love to me."

he lets out a broken sound. a whimper almost, and then he's kissing you. hard at first and then gentle. his hands cup your face. tongue flicking against yours, melting into your mouth. "let me clean you up first, yeah? think we both need to not smell like sewage."

and you do. let him. and he lets you. you step into the lukewarm shower together and its the most intimate you've ever been with eachother. wandering hands gliding over wet skin, fingers massaging shampoo into hair. you hold eachother, chest to chest for awhile under the spray, fingers dancing between his shoulder blades as his stroke down your spine.

when you step out, you don't bother with towels, both needy now. you let him guide you back to your room, to your bed, where he lowers you down onto the soft plush of your bed.

"so pretty." he says against your stomach, kissing his way down. "you've got such a beautiful body. know you don't like me spending too much time on it- but god. that's all i want to do. take my time with you. love every inch of you with my mouth."

he kisses your pubic bone and you close your eyes. "let me?"

you spread your legs in response.

his mouth between your legs is wet and slippery. your cunt is a wet and open gash between your legs, weeping its blood, your slick, into his licking mouth. he's gentle, flicking your engorged clit with the slick muscle before gently wrapping his mouth around it.

one of his hands glides up the bed and you immediately let him enterlace your fingers, gripping onto him hard as he eats you out impossibly slow. he's looking up at you as he does, and you widen your legs as far as they'll go for him, feel the lips of your sex part under the insistent pressure of his lips and tongue.

you don't look away, holding his hand as you look down at him licking between your folds, delving his tongue deep between them. your mouth drops when he pushes it against your hole, trembling when he starts to lick it inside you. deep and broad strokes.

"eddie, i-" you can't finish the sentence, overwhelmed.

he comes up, his mouth wet and red from your juices and you feel the cool metal of his guitar pick necklace glide between your breasts as he lowers himself on top of you, melding your bodies.

he sees your eyes on the necklace and his shoulders are hitching in the next moment, as he distangles it from around his neck and through the mess of his hair.

you hold your breath, tears pricking as he places it around your neck. fingering it where it rests in your clavicle. "you look good with a little me on you."

your eyes water and you don't try to push back the tears as you spread your thighs around his waist. lift your hips to aid his gentle rocking between your legs. "you've always been on me." you swallow. "in me. i-in my heart. always."

he rests his forehead against yours, both of you holding your breath as the spongy head of him prods at your entrance, gliding between the slick folds and pressing against that tiny hole. it opens for him, as always.

"fuck." he sighs as he slides in. slides home. your body welcoming his inside it easily. "you're imprinted on my f-fucking soul, honey. drove me crazy that i couldn't show it to you."

you grip his back, feeling the muscles flex with the movement of your bodies swaying on the mattress. you're meeting his thrusts, moving your body with his, toes curling at his sides where they dangle around his moving hips.

"never- never gonna push you away again." you gasp, overwhelmed. this feels so good. intense. "dont let me eddie- need you. need you so much."

he shakes his head, sweaty forhead against yours. he's pressed so close to you, you can feel the sticky sweat between your bodies making your skin slip and slide against eachother. your cunt is making wet sounds around his cock filling you over and over.

"not gonna let you." he moans against your mouth, kissing you hard. he's punching the breath out of your lungs with each thrust. "you're mine. you hear me? mine the second you locked eyes with me in homeroom, mine the minute you approached me after school behind the bleachers, mine the second you let me inside you, mine the second you stepped through that door and told me to make love to you."

"eddie." you whine and pant, gripping yourself to him tight. "eddie im gonna-"

"do it, baby." he looks between your moving bodies where his flesh is steadily meeting yours, watches his cock glide in and out. watches the shine of your need for him coat his cock when he slides out and grunts when he thrusts back home. "you cum on me you're not getting away from this, from us. the moment you wet my cock you're saying you're mine. no going back."

his lips mesh against the lobe of your ear, grinding his pelvis hard into yours. hes so fucking deep.

"so. fucking. do. it." each word punctuated with a deep thrust.

your world whites out as you cum around him, shaking and moaning and clinging onto him. its the biggest thing you've ever felt. your heart feels like it can't even contain all its feeling. Its too much.

"im yours." you cry out, soaking his cock. "im yours, im yours."

he's fucking you harder now, moving against you desperately as he chases his own pleasure. "yeah you are." he moans, his fingers looping through his necklace around your neck and pulling so your head it tugged forward until your foreheads are knocking. "about time you caught up."

when he cums, you both moan. the warm splash of it filling your milking walls. "god your pussy." he whines, "it was made for me."

you wrap your arms around him. both of you anchoring the other.

"i was made for loving you, I think."

#ask #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie spaghetti #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things x you #eddie x reader

[ohbo-ohno]

soap comforting you as ghost punishes you for (yet another) escape attempt, holding your face in his hands, giving you soft kisses and telling you how it's gonna be ok, he had to learn the hard way too, but simon's just doing what's best, he always knows whats best, and if you just stick with it like johnny did and keep taking it like a good girl you can be just as happy as johnny is, as simon beats your ass raw with a heavy leather belt.

ok i had to sit on this one for a few hours because oh my fucking god. oh my fucking GOD. this is so hot. idk who you are but we are getting married and i expect to see you at the courthouse tomorrow morning so dont be late.

im having heart palpitations over this. all the same cw for the fic (plus punishment spanking with a belt) below the cut.

You're shaking, chest heaving and knees weak as Johnny drags you behind him. You try to beg, to plead for him to let you go and to make him understand but he refuses, just scowls and growls out, "Stop throwin' a hissy fit. You shouldnta ran, you knew that. What happens now is all yer own fault."

He takes you into the bedroom, tugs you forward and shoves you onto the bed, then gets in behind you and hugs you tightly to him. He's unwilling to let you go as he worms his way into the position he wants, wiggling with just his legs to help until he's propped up on the headboard with you between his thighs. He doesn't move to comfort you or soothe your cries, just listens as you whine and sob.

Eventually Simon comes in, looking angry. You thought you had seen him mad before but now... this is another level. It's something you had spotted in Johnny when he first found you, the primal rage clear in his eyes, but it rides Simon's entire body. If you hadn't known you'd fucked up already, Simon's form would've told you.

He's literally shaking in rage. His hands are balled into fists, but there's a little tremor there.

His strides to the bed are quick, and he's got your neck in a tight grip before you realize he's on his way. He yanks you forward, nearly out of Johnny's arms, and growls right in your face. "Back where you fucking belong, huh pet?"

You can only shiver, too spooked to answer. He scoffs, shoves you away and leans back on his heels. "You did good, Johnny. You'll get your reward later, yeah?"

Johnny's still tense, every line of him beneath you hard and rigid. "Yes, sir."

Simon stares you down for a moment, then blows out a harsh breath through his noise and reaches down to begin unbuckling his belt. "Flip her over, Johnny. Want you to hold her still for her punishment."

Johnny's moving to follow his orders before they're even finished, flipping you with ease and pressing down on your lower back to keep you pinned.

"Hng-!" you grunt, trying to push up and away from sheer panic, but Johnny's not having it. He lands a powerful blow on your ass, shocking you into staying still long enough for him to grab your chin and yank up so you're looking at him.

"Gotta take your punishment, baby," he murmurs, eyes softening just the slightest bit at your panic-stricken face. "It'll all be over once you take it, yeah? We'll forgive you after."

"Johnny," you whine, hands coming up to scrabble at his chest as you feel the bed shift to one side. He makes a little tsk sound, grabs both your wrists and forces them to the small of your back, holding them there with one hand and stroking your cheek with the other.

"Hush, now.. No more talkin' til Simon says."

There's another harsh blow to you ass, this one stronger and from Simon. You can't stifle your yelp at the immediate ache. "Tell me why you're in trouble."

You can only sniffle, trying to yank your chin away from Johnny to bury your face in his chest. He doesn't let you.

Another smack. "C'mon, girl. Tell me why you're in trouble. You don't want to make me ask again."

You jolt a little at that, slightly reinvigorated in your squirming until Johnny's hold tightens to an almost painful point. You finally try to gasp out an answer. "I-I left, I wasn-wasn't supposed to leave."

There's a snarl from behind you, another smack. "You ran away. Good girls don't fucking do that. Anythin' coulda happened out there, coulda fuckin' died without us there. That what you want?" smack "Huh? Answer me, you rather die than be with us, pet?"

"No!" you sob, hips wriggling. "No, no! 'm sorry!" You're nearly wailing, the anticipation for your punishment driving you insane. You can't hold back the sobs.

"Calm down," Simon grunts, a heavy hand coming to push between your shoulder blades. "Panic'll only put the punishment off. Let's just get this over with, yeah sweetheart?"

You whine in reply, blinking a little to clear your vision and staring deep into Johnny's eyes. There's a stillness in the room for a moment, it feels like time completely stops as they give you a second to come back to yourself.

"Count them," Simon commands after you breathe evenly a few times. Your eyes furrow just a bit, Johnny's lips quirking up, and you hear a loud sound of something swinging through the air before your backside erupts in pain.

You practically scream, attempting to shoot away from Johnny. He's ready for you, muscling you back into place on top of him. He locks his ankles on top of yours, holds your legs down so you have no leverage.

There's another blow landed before you've fully realized what's happening. You let out a high shout again, eyes squeezed shut in pain as you're forced to just lay still and take it.

"Count, lass," Johnny murmurs, free hand stroking over your head far too softly considering how roughly he holds the rest of you.

Another blow, another shout, and in the short space between another you call out "Th-three! Three!"

There's a grunt from behind you, a hand stroking over one of your cheeks that has you yelping and trying to jerk away despite it's softness. "No. Start over."

Another blow. You wail in pain, sucking in just enough air to shout, "One!"

"Good. Again."

Another blow. They feel endless, you shouting and crying out in pain until it feels like your throat is bleeding, interspersed with what feel like empty comforts from Johnny.

"You're alright, lass, you can take it."

"F-four!"

"I know, I know it hurts, bonnie. You'll be alright, you're taking it so well."

"A-ah!"

"What number?"

"Five! Five, please, stop I can't-!"

"Simon's takin' real good care of you, baby. Just gotta teach you a lesson, yeah? Teach you what you did wrong."

"Six!"

"It's scary, isn't it? It's ok, you can handle it. Be a good girl for us now."

"S... seven, oh god-"

"Hush, you just have to let it happen. It gets better, you'll see. Simon'll show you."

"Eight... eight, please, I can't take it... I can't..."

"You can. I did it too, lass. It's hard, I know, but it's good. It feels so good once it makes sense."

"Ni...nine..."

"Just gotta go through it - no way past but through, yeah? You're being so good, baby, takin' your punishment so good."

"Ten..."

You hear something fall to the ground behind you and Johnny's hands release your wrists, reaching up to your arms so he can pull you up and tuck you beneath his chin, shushing you as you sob.

"There you go, love, you did it. Hush, now, it's ok, it's ok. You took it so well, such a strong girl for us."

"Johnny," Simon rumbles from behind you, and without further instruction he turns you a little away from his body, forces your head towards Simon. "Tell me why you were punished, sweetheart."

You can't make anything more than a noise of pain, the ache in your ass feeling like it's sunk to your very bones. Johnny makes a soothing noise in his chest, pets a hand through your hair.

"I..." you gasp a little, hiccupping. "I ran away. I'm not supposed to.. not supposed to run away."

"That's right," Simon cooed, all hostility and anger just gone from his voice. He reached for you and you couldn't help but flinch away, desperate to hide back in Johnny's neck. "No, don't hide from me, love. You took your punishment. It's over now, I'm not angry anymore."

You shake your head a little, unable to believe what he's saying. You're still locked in a haze of adrenaline, limbs shaking as they wait for more pain. There's a sigh from next to you, then strong arms wrapping around both you and Johnny. You can't hold back your little yelp, arms curling more tightly where they're wrapped around Johnny's neck.

Both of you are pulled to Simon's chest, his hand stroking from your head all the way down your back. His hand passes over your ass each stroke, and as time passes you flinch a little less each time. Your breathing is still unsteady, little whines creeping out of your throat every few gasps, but your heartrate slows and you relax little by little as there's no more pain.

"There, that's a good girl," Simon hums above you, hand not pausing it's trek down your spine. "You took my belt so well, did so good for me. Not gonna run away again, are ya?"

You shake your head with all the energy left in you, whining "No," in fear he hadn't understood your movement.

"That's right. Cause if you do, it'll be thirty with the belt."

#favorites #your ask is fantastic #asks and answers #bo writes #i did not edit this oops sorry #dlmliyh

[ateezscupid]

Hey, can I please request?

Dom!Hongjoong X sub!fem reader

1) booping your nose

2) you don't have to do this!

3) I can never seem to get enough of you

Thank you 🙏

yeahhh… i got a little lazy with this one 😅. but i also wrote this at 3:20 am, so please endure this terrible fic 💝

﹟𝗪𝗘𝗧? ⋆ 𝗄.𝗁𝗃 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - you offer to blow hongjoong off during a business meeting.

warn - dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, oral (m rec), dirty talk, pet names

w/c - n/a

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦﹕ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13

hongjoong boops your nose as you suck him off, being able to contain himself at the beginning of the meeting then slowly losing his composure as time went on.

your mouth was so warm, so wet; he felt like he was melting inside of you every time you sucked him off and he loved it.

and of course, this was your idea.

“mr. kim, are you okay?” a man on the screen asks him. joong’s ears perk up and he places a hand on your head trying to imply that you needed to stop, but you kept bobbing your head. he hissed and nodded.

“y-yes, just very under the weather. if you will excuse me for a moment, im going to find some medicine.” he stuttered for a bit then turned his camera and microphone off, making sure he was muted before leaning back and letting out a drawn out moan.

“fuck, princess,” he grips the pen in his hand tightly, hips occasionally thrusting up and causing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

“your mouth always feels good.” he hums. “i might have you do this every meeting.”

you giggle, sending vibrations through his body as you continue to bob your head. you bring two hands up and curl your fingers around his cock, beginning to pump him up and down at an already fast pace.

“fuck!” he moans loudly. “yes baby, just like that… i can never seem to get enough of you.”

you smile at his praise while pushing him to the back of your throat. he jerked forward and placed a hand on your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging it as you used both your mouth and hands on him. god, he loved it.

“god, i’m so close already…” he groaned, tugging harder on your hair. “f-fuck, keep going baby. don’t fucking stop.”

you listen to his commands, continuing your movements as he was writhing in pleasure underneath you, his thighs quaking and his eyes shut tightly. he sounded so hot when he moaned, and it made you feel better knowing you were making him feel good.

“yesss, suck me off baby. god, look at your mess you’re making…” he says, referring to the spot dribbling down your lip. you were always sloppy sucking him off.

“f-fuck, i’m… i-i’m cumming!” hongjoong gasps quietly and arched his back, groaning loudly as he came down your throat; warm, white strings of cum going down your throat. you swallowed as much as you could, giggling and kicking your feet a bit. you take your mouth off him and smile.

“i wanna do that every meeting.” you say, eager to make him feel good as you sucked on your fingers.

“aw, baby, you don’t have to do this.” he caressed your cheek. “i don’t need you to, bay. just being here makes me feel so much better.”

“mmm, fine joongie, but i still wanna do it.”

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[worstghost]

OMG could u write Alejandro when reader gets shot during battle/a mission? (headcanons).

Just angst angst angst with fluffff.

I love alejandro sm, Im living from crumbs of the same fics bc nobody writes neww oness😭😭😭💀💀.

i don't think this is my best, and I'm not very good at angst, but I still loved writing it and I'm sorry it turned into a drabble instead of headcanons, I got carried away 😭 (also sorry again if the spanish is incorrect, i dont trust google translate)

♡You and Alejandro don't get along. It's well known across 141, Los Vaqueros, anyone who sees you two work together.

♡You're constantly bickering, (Soap calls it flirting but you're quick to shut him up), even going as far as insulting each other when you're really low.

♡The issue is you're too similar, too snarky, too confident. You can only one up each other so many times before something breaks. No one can decide if they want it to break though.

The team is holed up in a small home on the edge of town, regrouping and planning the next move and Alejandro is trying to talk to you, but you keep rejecting all of his attempts, and you both know now isn't the time but something finally snaps.

And then he's yelling that "You're being stupid, and you need to listen to me, I know what I'm talking about-"

And you shout back with a low blow, "Of course you know everything, you could fit an entire encyclopedia in that big head of yours-"

His mouth snaps shut, teeth clicking together, and Soap barks out a laugh behind you, and Ghost finally steps in, moving up to you with a loud "Enough!"

And then, the window across from you shatters, and you feel the shot before you hear it.

You're thrown back into the wall, searing pain shooting through your shoulder, down your spine. The air is knocked from your lungs.

It's chaos, panic, Alejandro grabs you and pulls you across the room with him, away from the windows.

You can't swallow the spit in your mouth, you can't think. You just watch as the team huddles around you, Ghost shouting commands and you don't know if he said 'Get up and move' or 'Fuck we're screwed', it's all the same.

Alejandro is pressing his hands against your shoulder, you grit your teeth and dig your nails into his wrist. He takes it and keeps talking to you, telling you to keep your eyes open and on him, look at him, and you do and everything feels different like this. He's so different like this. You can see the panic in his eyes and you feel like you're suffocating against him, clinging to his arms.

He let's you, in fact, he pulls you closer, grasping your face in his hand. "Look at me, cariño, I'm going to get you out of here." It's so gentle, like you'd never seen him before.

You blink, and you're in a stark white room, sunlight peeking through cheap polyester curtains and everything smells like sterile cleaning products and it makes you nauseous.

He's been waiting for you, in the med bay, he doesn't want you to wake up alone. While he's sitting or pacing, he thinks of how things could have been different. If instead of berating you for being stubborn, he had complimented you on your willpower. Or instead of pushing you aside in missions, he had told you he couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt. So many things he could have done differently, and now he's here, waiting for you to wake up so he can explain himself.

And you do, and when you roll your head to the side and see him your face visibly relaxes, and a wave of relief washes over him.

You're not angry at least, that's all he could ask for.

Alejandro slides his chair closer to the bed and brushes strands of hair from your eyes, trying to think of where to start. You look tired, your lips are chapped and your hair is a mess, but he thinks you still look so beautiful now that you're awake.

"Me asustaste, cariño." He huffs out a laugh at the bewildered expression on your face, sliding his fingers down to touch your jaw.

"I scared you? Alejandro, I thought my last words were going to be telling you you have a fat head."

You join him in laughing, your voice shaky, and he leans in to press his forehead to yours, sharing a breath.

"All is forgiven, as long as you don't try to leave me again." He sighs into you, feeling you nod against him.

Things are definitely different now, but it's not a bad thing.

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[runningthroughthegarden]

Hi how are you ❤️? You write amazingly well <3

I was wondering, if you take requests, if you could write a Jack/Ethan fic inspired by "You're Losing Me" by Taylor Swift. (You can decide the ending, line sad or not)

Thanks you 💕

thank you!! yall love being heartbroken, me too!! requests are open, i love doing them :)

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you and jack had been dating for a year when he got offered a role in scream vi. you were more than excited for him, even though it meant you would be spending a lot of time apart. you both decided you would do everything in your power to make it work, but lately that was proving to be easier said than done. the last couple of days you could barely get in touch with him. whenever he did reply it was small or dry remarks. you felt lonely in the apartment you once shared. sitting, staring at the walls that were once filled with laughter and love. feeling your phone buzz you are quick to check the notification. 

“hey babe sorry ive had a long day on set” 

“jack we havent talked in days. i don't understand” 

“i know you don't. listen i’ll call you tomorrow” 

crashing on your bed, tears begin to dwell in your eyes.

you say, "I don't understand" and I say, "I know you don't"

we thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

pacing your room with your phone up to your ear you begin to grow anxious. jack broke his empty promise and didn’t call you. so now here you were, trying to piece it back together. as the ringing stops, a smile is cast across your face. 

“jack!! hey, i miss you”

“hey what did you want”

“well you said you were gonna call and i just wanted to check up on you” 

“im a little busy right now” 

“oh okay maybe we can call again later” 

a deep sigh is his only response. 

“is everything okay?” 

“no everythings not okay! i cant get anything done when youre bothering me all day. im working and all you want to do is talk about your day. im sorry but i really don't care right now”

“oh okay. i’ll let you go” 

throwing your phone onto your bed, you break down in sobs. 

do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

i'm getting tired even for a phoenix

always risin' from the ashes

mendin' all her gashes

you might just have dealt the final blow

you spent the evening on your bed, shaking with tears streaming down your eyes. you could only thing about how good things used to be. when you had a boyfriend who absolutely adored you. now it seemed like you had no one at all. your heart was racing a million hours per hour and yet you felt absolutely nothing. 

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore... for you

'cause you're losing me

after that night, that call, you made it a point to stay out of jacks way. he would facetime you every now and then. while he got his hair done, goofing around on set, or just in his trailer. none of these times did he seem to notice that none of your smiles reached your eyes. your replies were empty and solemn. you were happy to see him so excited but apart of you hated him for not realizing what he had done. for not realizing how deep his words had truly affected you. 

“hey you okay” 

biting your nails behind the screen 

“lately not really” you honestly replied. 

“hang on mason's gotta tell me something. i’ll call you later. love you."

every mornin' I glared at you with storms in my eyes

how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

my face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

your surprised to hear a knock at your door. you open it to reveal your curly headed boyfriend. he had stopped responding to you completely a few days ago, so saying you were shocked to see him was an understatement. tired of being the only one trying to keep the relationship afloat, you let out your frustration. 

“what are you doing here jack” 

“hey i just wanted to check up on you, i have a few days off” 

he brings you into a hug, but you stay stiff below him. 

“whats wrong?” he asks, picking up on your mood. 

“you ignore me for days and expect me to be excited to see you?” 

“ive been busy you know that” 

“jack we barely talk anymore. and when we do you blow me off in the first 5 minutes. hell you even told me to stop talking to you.” you explain, tears filling your eyes. 

“look im sorry, the movies just been taking up all my time."

“and the movies more important than me right?” you say barely above a whisper.

“no but this is my job, my life” 

“then maybe you should only worry about yourself” finally looking into his eyes.

“what are you trying to say” 

“im saying we’re done jack. i cant keep putting myself through hell only for you not to give a shit” 

“no c'mon we can make this work.”

“yeah thats what you said last time. please jack im going to ruin myself if this keeps happening.” 

you both are a crying mess at this point. 

not saying another word, jack leaves. 

and the air is thick with loss and indecision

i know my pain is such an imposition

now, you're running down the hallway

and you know what they all say

"you don't know what you got until it's gone"

the next morning you find a letter left at your front door. 

my love, 

i'm sorry. for absolutely everything. i love you endlessly. when the stars realign, i’ll be there. but for now, be with someone who can give you everything i couldn't. 

-jack

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore... for you

'cause you're losing me

stop 'cause you're losing me

crumpling up the paper you begin to cry. 

i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

giving up so much of yourself, you were absolutely exhausted. the beautiful relationship you once had is now behind you. 

you're losing me

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore

giving up the fight, you were at rest. 

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #scream vi #taylor swift

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

I just read ur Masky angst post and I now need a fic where the reader and Tim both bond over the hallucinations they’ve been having ☹️☹️

The reader starts getting them but avoids telling Tim, then one day he notices the reader staring at an empty window facing the forest. At that moment, something clicks and he just KNOWS. So he approaches the reader and they talk abt it, from then on its them against the world or that weird tall man…

—love ur work btw 🙏

I'm not doing the font thing anymore im tired of it 😭 anyways YES i love this idea!!

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Thank you so much for requesting!!

Tiresome (part 2)

It saw you, you know it did

You don't think you were supposed to see it, though

Ever since that night with Tim, things have been....different

You find yourself drifting off almost constantly, and when you come back to the present moment you are almost always facing the forest by your apartment

Then the ringing starts

At first it's barely noticeable, just a ringing in your ear every now and then

But it continues ramping up the closer and closer you get to the forest, if you were to sit out on your balcony your hearing would be completely filled with the ringing

The ringing gives you headaches, really painful ones that never seem to go away

You go to the doctor to see if they can give you any prescribed pain meds, but they don't have anything except a recommendation to drink more water and spend less time on electronics

Eventually you get so tired of the ringing that you decide to just pop any kind of pills that look like they'd do something

You eventually reach Tim's mystery pills, he still hasn't told you what they're for, and the label has been scratched off so you can't even see a name or dosage

Nothing else has worked yet, so you decide to take your chances and pop a pill into your mouth

After about 30 minutes, the pills kick in and everything becomes quiet.....still

Life is normal again, not filled by the eerie sense of dread and fear you have whenever you glance at the forest

The ringing is gone

The pills work for a little bit, but then your condition worsens

You begin seeing static at random times, and whenever your vision returns, you are standing right outside of the forest

You begin to take more and more pills per day, and with how many Tim has, he doesn't seem to notice

You've begun to notice a schedule of sorts to your hallucinations, they happen every evening around 6pm and every morning around 7am

Exactly when Tim leaves and returns

You begin trying to resist these weird spells, locking yourself into your bathroom when you hear the ringing

However, if you don't give in, you will eventually get a brain splitting migraine and begin vomiting this thick black goopy substance

You are able to hide your condition for a while though, despite this

One night when Tim gets home earlier than usual, he finally seems to have confirmation in your strange behavior

The sliding door to your balcony is wide open, the cool night air blowing the curtains into the apartment

You are standing at the edge of the balcony, leaning against the railing with an almost empty stare into the forest

Tim comes up behind you, pressing a hand to your back and asking if you're alright

You won't move your gaze away, only dreamily whisper "He's coming to get me"

This is when it clicks for him, seemingly he understands everything at that moment

His eyes widen, he grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you lightly "Hey, hey, listen to me. Whatever you think you see, you don't. He isn't real, he isn't coming for you."

You sleepily look back over to the forest, before your breath catches in your throat and your entire body fills with fear "He's coming to get me" You say with a trembly voice

"He's coming to get me! He's coming to get me! He's coming to get me!" You repeat over and over again, desperately trying to escape Tim's grasp so you can run off

Tim rushes you inside, locks the balcony door and closes the curtains, all while you are still adamant that "he's coming to get you"

He sits you down on the couch and grabs a few pills from a nearby bottle, stuffing at least 3 into your mouth and making you swallow them

"Y/n, you have to listen to me. He is not real. I know he seems really real, but he's not real. He's a hallucination your brain created, just like me, ok?"

It is then that you puke all over the coffee table, the pills coming right back up with it, the same black goopy substance coating the carpet

"Shit, shit, shit" Tim mutters to himself, picking you up and carrying you into a spare closet

The lights begin to flicker and static covers both of your visions

He sets you down in the closet and holds onto you for dear life, shushing you and trying his best to close the door with limited vision

You don't know how many hours or days you two stayed like this, hunched together in this small closet, being unable to see and only being able to pray that he leaves soon

When he does finally leave and your vision clears, you are both quiet for many hours before you finally speak

"He's coming for both of us"

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #tim wright x y/n #tim sutton x reader #tim wright mh #mh tim #tim masky #masky marble hornets #marble hornets

[jihyosdaughter]

Hi, can I ask you for a Fic li!Khan and Lehr! Skz. The story may be that Khan was sad all day and the guys decided to cheer him up

CHEER UP!

lee:han

ler:skz

TW!-this is a tickle fic,so scroll if you're uncomfortable.

im sorry that I wasn't active,I'll get better I promise!

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Loud screams of cheering knocked on the Jisung’s head, meanwhile his smile expression slowly faded away,as the performance ended. His job was harder and harder with each year, and he definitely needed cheer up,but he was too shy too ask for anything.

His head was full of thoughts, like:

"I'm not enough" ,"I don't deserve all that love", "I had to work harder for this comeback ",and etc. It was pretty hard to stay focused, and don't show off all that sadness to fans, to don't provoke them and dont get them worried.

When he arrived home,he flopped on his bed,not even managing to take his makeup off. He tried really hard not to cry, because he knew that he couldn't do it quietly, and the dorm is full of members who is obviously gonna hear his sobbing and pay attention to him.

His line of thinking was interrupted with few knocks on his door.

-Yeah?..-Han quietly responded, wondering who is can be on other side of door.

When door slowly opened, Han saw Minho’s crown of the head that's slowly peeking out of the door to look at his dongsaeng.

-You ok?.

-Yeah,I mean..Why wouldn't I'll be alright?-Han was just expecting that hi favorite hyung is not gonna notice anything,but Minho just knew him too well.

-Listen,I know that's it can be sometimes hard to get yourself together,but I just want you to know that all of us is always here to support you,no matter what.

Hyunjin,who was walking near the door and hear the conversation decided to sneak in and join.

-Yeah, and if you're tired that just mean you need a break.. -Hyunjin said,while climbing on his bed and laying close to Hannie just like Minho.

-I guess you just need a little cheer up,aren't you?..-Minho smirked mischievously, running his cold fingers under youngers shirt.

Hyunjin and Lee know looked at each other with the same idea in their head.

-Hey! Don't you see.. I'm n-not in the mood for thihis..-Han finished his sentence with a little anticipation giggle at the end.

-You always say this,lier. -Hyunjin said with fake annoyance, as his strong hands pinned his dongsaeng hands up his head,making sure that his current victim is not going to run away.

-Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna bite you..or am i?..-Lee know whispered, before burying his head to Hannies neck, nibbling and blowing air to his sensetive spot.

Jisung let out yelp, not only making his hyungs laugh, but also attracts attention of other members that are in the dorm right know. Seungmin and Felix,who was peacefully watching show got up and went right to the sound's source.

As they saw this picture,they couldn't help but joined, each of them pinning his ankles.

-NOOAAAAAUGHH!-Jisung threw his head back in anticipation of what is coming from him,making it so loud that the rest of the members went to him.

In few minutes this room was complete mess. Changbin was pinning his hands,while Minho and Hyunjin was still working on his ears and neck,nibbling, blowing air and doing everything they could to drive his dongsaeng absolutely insane. Felix and Seungmin took his ankles, putting each feet on their knees, while Jeongin was desperately trying to get under his knees,while their victim was kicking his legs like a madmen. And Chan was just standing near all this chaos and laughing,having fun watching this scene, just rarely poking Han's random spots.

Felix was squeezing his inner knee part faster then his teammate,who was sitting near him.

-Seungmin, come one, speed up!Don't you see that he is not happy enough!-Felix teased,looking at Jisung who was literally dying from laugh,his little tears fell out of corner of the eye and went right to his pink cheeks.

Daymmnn,you really wanna kill him..-Chan laughed, keep starting at this whole situation with proud smirk.

-NAHAHAHAHHAAA PLEASE I CAHAHNT TAHAHAKIHIHIT!-Jisung was desperately screaming with a big grin at his face,and next few minutes after this torture ends was just laying and heavy breathing, trying to process what just happened.

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hope you enjoyed!

#kpop tickle #kpop tickling #kpop fic #skz fic #sfw tk community #stray kids tickle #tickle fic #skz tickle #stray kids fic

[euniveve]

Rate your moots?

let me be honest I'm rating all my moots a million/10 because they are all amazing and talented and amazing BUT i will give you some "describe the moot/appreciate the moot" content if you dont mind. also I'm sorry to all my moots in advance because I will tag you ANYHOW LETS MOVE TO IT

@ainescribe = my very very first follower and moot in my first and current blog- ABSOLUTE GOD at writing angst (known as the angst queen for a reason) amazing writing style (the poetic artistry hello?) very very nice and sweet, is my gateway to genshinblr <3333333

@meritamiau = this is my beta, i love my beta very much, THEY ARE A GODSEND FRFR also their writing hello??? love it, got that poetic artistry going on, check out their ao3 lucworld, it is awesome (i honestly cant believe this amazing writer is my beta, still blows my mind fr)

@yuellii = *chef's kiss* writing (you guys need to read it) veteran writer, super sweet and nice, VERY VERY PRETTY BLOG (shapes and colours entertain me), her writing is like a box of chocolate, there is one for everyone (she is an everyone kind of writer, i really recommend her blog if you are a beginner)

@rainswept = HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THEIR BLOG? LAWD HAVE MERCY IT MAKE ME WANNA STARE AT IT FOR HOURS, they are THE lyney simp, multitalented, basically a prodigy, i wanna put them under a microscope and study them (affectionately)

@localplaguenurse = one of the reasons why i got into writing in the first place, first fic was inspired by his magnum opus (everyone who likes TPHD please thank the predecessor because LAWD ALMIGHTY IS AS GOLD AS THE GINGKO TREES ONE OF THE LEGENDARY ZHONGLI X READER MASTERPIECES OF ALL TIME), we don't talk a lot but is definitely an amazing dude (i can tell frfr), honestly if you are in ao3 go check him out he is an amazing writer fr

@silentmoths = on god write one of the best smut on this damn platform (minors don't interact with them I am watching you guys) ) their writing makes me say "ffs/pos *reads more*" yk what i mean? honestly she is an all-around cool dude and very nice too, one of my Star Rail friends, a cutie pie very nice person (i think i said that twice but that's okay)

@meimeimeirin = listen listen, if you want a zhongli fic/drabble/oneshot, this is the writer for you, it just LAWD HER BLOG IS THE ZHONGLI HEAVEN I'm telling you, i can just stare at her blog and be content with my zhongli cravings, she is THE zhongli writer fr, also one of the reasons i got into writing, particularly writing drabble &oneshots, anyhow check out her blog if you are a zhongli simp like me

@otomempress =(if you are a minor, don't interact with her) VERY NICE VERY CUTE VERY SWEET, ALSO DRAGON SIMP (like me) AND WRITE AMAZING WORKS (if you love wrio &neuvi you are eating good at their account fr) very fun person overall

@i23kazu/@yinyinggie = this cutie pie is also amazing at writing, VERY VERY NICE PERSON LIKE EXTREMELY NICE LIKE VERY SWEET i would like to bite them and they would probably taste like marshmallow sweet, owner of two beloved communities that are very well-known, very creative with their blog (remember tevyat airlines era anyone?)

@ansy-tea = if you like yandere... this is the writer for you. they write GOD LEVEL YANDERE FICS FR (that statue fic will forever haunt me/pos) also from their rbs i could tell they are a funny person

@ryuryuryuyurboat = VERY VERY NICE PERSON AND AN AMAZING WRITER TOO (tumblr please let them out of shadowban jail pls lawd)

@mhiieee, @dumbificat = i don't talk to them a lot HOWEVER i can tell that they are amazing writers and everytime they post a work I EAT IT UP GOOD frfr

@tanspostsblog = this is the og TPHD & TLRA fan, was their with me every step of the way, is there in every update, super supportive about everything LAWD IM GRATEFUL TO BE MOOTS WITH YOU TANS MUAH MUAH MUAH

notice how all my moots are amazing writers? yeah they are amazing writers, give them love everyone they deserve it muah muah muah

#☁️ - prophecy of the past #☁️ - preachings of the priestess #☁️ ꒰ may your day be good : humble visitor ꒱

[grrlsoft]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genius of love : eddie munson

summary : while grounded, your beloved boyfriend Eddie comes to visit you, but still can't resist from getting you into trouble.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : obligatory soft eddie fanfic....im sorry i just love him and he deserves sweetness :( i feel like he would rlly enjoy spending soft nights with his sweetheart u know... *bites my hand off*

(also most of my fics r song inspired so this one draws inspo from genius of love by tom tom club !!)

warnings : sort of suggestive at points, but generally sfw. lots of kissing. eddie is a big softy. also typos perhaps.

this fic is spoiler free !!

the rain outside is loud, thundering against the tiled roof of your house as you lie in bed. you're snuggled up under your white bed sheets, eyes drooping with sleepiness as the warmth of your blankets beckons you into a soft and sweet dreamland. you pull them up all the way to your nose and you inhale the comforting scent of laundry detergent. 

your Tom Tom Club record spins quietly in the corner of your room, drowning out some of the rain. you listen to Tina Weymouth's lovely voice and slip into sleep, but a sudden clink against your window rips you away from your trip to a blissful slumber. 

you blink a few times and turn your head to gaze at your window, another soft clinking sound meeting its glass barrier. you groan, untangling yourself from your sheets as you step onto the carpeted floor of your bedroom. you stumble over to your window and open it, the cold night air blowing harshly against your face. you don't dare to stick your head out the window any farther, unless you'd like to get rained on. 

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, will you let down your hair?" a familiar voice calls to you. 

"my hair isn't long enough for that, you dork," you reply, making your annoyance clear. you receive a chuckle in return.

"Eddie, how many times have I told you not to throw rocks at my window?" you say as you look down onto your front yard, your boyfriend's lanky frame apparent in the darkness. 

he had made an unfortunate habit of doing this. instead of using the front door, like a normal person, he would pick apart your pebbled walkway and throw rocks at your window to get your attention. it reminded you of a fairytale, as if you were a princess locked away in a tower, Eddie being your knight in shining armor to come and rescue you (although slightly less romantic). you liked that he wanted to see you, sure, but his means of doing so we're…inconvenient. 

"they're not even that big, it won't break anything," Eddie calls up to you, his ever present grin plastered on his face. you roll your eyes. 

"you're so annoying," you huff. you don't want to show any excitement in regard to his visit.

"tell me about it when I'm not getting rained on. can I come in?" he asks you, and you reluctantly oblige. 

you watch with the slightest bit of nervousness as he skillfully climbs the tree on your lawn, jumping onto the small ledge just outside your windowsill. he carefully steps through your window and closes it behind him, finally turning around to face you with an all-too-pleased expression adorning his handsome features. 

"ta-da," he exclaims as he spreads his arms out wide, bowing. you shake your head and bite back a smile. 

"I'm getting better, huh?" he says, shaking the water off of himself like a dog after a bath, "I didn't even fall this time."

"whatever you wanna tell yourself, Munson," you sigh.

all he does is smile and you know that you can't really be angry with him. the sentiment behind his visit is too sweet. 

"let me go get you a towel," you break the momentary silence, walking out into the hallway, "you're dripping all over my carpet." 

"oh, my sincerest apologies," you hear Eddie say and something compels you to think that he's not really sorry. you wander back over to him and throw the towel into his arms. 

"what are you doing here, anyway?" you ask him as he rubs his face against the soft fabric. you know the answer but you want to ask him anyway.

"wanted to see you," he answers with no hesitation, not even bothering to look at you. your cheeks heat up slightly at how sure his words are. 

"Eddie, do you not understand how being grounded works?" you quirk a brow at him and he finally looks back up at you, "I'm not supposed to see anyone. especially you." 

"well, those are your mom's rules, right?" he puts his hands on his hips and you nod, "and guess what? you're mom's not here." 

"it doesn't magically disappear like that, Eddie," you say and he shrugs. he tosses the towel you handed him onto the floor and wanders over to you, grazing his hands along the sides of your arms. you shiver. 

"would you like me to leave?" he queries smugly.

"...no," you answer reluctantly and he smiles.

"thought so."

you do enjoy his company, that's something you're certain of. there isn't a day that goes by that you don't want to spend with him - spread out on his mattress in his trailer or watching MTV on your couch. he is comforting. he feels like somebody that you could spend the rest of your life with (you had been secretly meaning to tell him that, but it was far too embarrassing).

"you're still soaking wet," you murmur as you observe his rather damp state, "take your shirt off." 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you and you already know what he's about to say. you brace for impact as his mouth drops wide open.

"oh, how very forward of you!" he exclaims and you flush, averting your gaze from his large, brown eyes. 

"Eddie, that's not what I-" you stammer awkwardly, your eyes flitting from him to the floor, "I just don't want you to get sick." 

"sure, sure that's what you meant," Eddie smirks impishly, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I think you're just asking me to strip." 

"I am not!" you almost yell, and Eddie laughs at how red your face has become. you want to push him away, but Eddie's gentle touch against your hip distracts you from doing such a thing. he grins at you and tugs his shirt off, leaving you to gaze at his bare chest, littered with tattoos. 

"like what you see?" he waggles his eyebrows at you and you scoff, looking away. you do, why wouldn't you, but he doesn't deserve to hear you say such a thing. not when he's acting like this. you like to leave him begging for more sometimes.

your attention is refocused when you're suddenly pushed against the side of your bed, Eddie's arms lacing around your frame. you open your mouth to say something but Eddie silences you with a kiss. his mouth is warm and his lips are rough, like usual. he presses his nose against your own and runs his hands up and down the sides of your body, tugging at the fabric of your night shirt. submitting to his wishes, you loop your arms around his damp neck and pull your lips away from his. you stare into his pretty brown eyes, feeling like you could get lost in them forever. 

"missed you," Eddie mumbles, his voice so quiet you can barely hear him. your eyes close as his thumb strokes the skin of your stomach. it grazes the band of your underwear and you stifle a gasp.

"you'll see me tomorrow. I'll be ungrounded then," you whisper, trying to ignore his attempts to take your clothes off. Eddie frowns a little and lays you back onto your mattress. 

"I know," he says, his gaze wandering over your figure, something he can't help but do, "but it's different when we're at school." 

"there's always after school, you know," you reply sympathetically. he doesn't seem satisfied with your answer.

he marvels at how pretty you look, your hair all spread out on your blankets and your large eyes, like little moons, that gaze up at him cautiously, expectantly. he takes in the beautiful whole of you and you can't help but feel as if you're being studied, like a little thing under a microscope. you clear your throat and turn your head away from his scrutinizing stare.

"you've got a nice side profile," he comments randomly, his words enough to draw your focus back to him.

"you think so?" you blink. he nods.

"yeah. sweet face, too," he replies with a flirtatious wink.

your cheeks burn crimson as you smile at him and he leans down to kiss you again, harsher this time. his hands graze your neck and tangle in your hair. 

"you're not so bad yourself," you say in-between the slow movement of his lips. Eddie chuckles at your teasing response, his teeth bumping against yours for a brief moment. he climbs on top of you, caging you between his arms and pressing you into your white duvet, but his lips don't leave you until he finally needs to breathe. he pulls away, leaving the two of you desperate for oxygen. you stare up at him, at his bare chest and many tattoos and perfect hair, heaving. his eyes are half-lidded and filled with a look you know all too well. 

"you're so damn pretty," he says, a frequent compliment of his, and his eyes don't leave you. you smile gently and spread out your arms, beckoning him into your embrace. he obliges your wordless request and leans into you. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. 

you listen to the rain and your Tom Tom Club record keeps spinning. you close your eyes as you feel Eddie's heartbeat against your chest, the moment so blissful and sweet that it's better than any dream you could've had while asleep.

"you feel nice," Eddie murmurs against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, "warm." 

you hum in response and comb your fingers through his frizzy, brown locks. he moves his face to gaze at yours, a dreamy and loving look in his eyes. he ghosts the tips of his fingers across your cheek, bringing you into a kiss once more. he mumbles soft I love you's under his breath and you make a small noise of satisfaction when he bites your bottom lip. his hands go up your shirt once again but the sound of the front door opening downstairs ruins the sensuality of the moment. 

"shit," you hiss suddenly, and Eddie pulls away with a confused look on his face. you turn your head away from him, listening to your mother's keys jingle faintly. 

"shit, my mom's home," you say frantically, attempting to sit up with Eddie still on top of you. 

"the hell is she doing getting home now?" Eddie questions, seeming to not realize the seriousness of your situation. 

"she works late nights and-" you splutter, "Eddie you have to go!" 

"what? why?" he questions, nose to nose with you. you feel overcome with the sudden urge to smack him, forgetting the sweetness of his demeanor before. 

"because my mom will kill me if she sees you here! you were the one who got me grounded in the first place!" you explain, panic apparent in your eyes.

"I could just hide in your closet-" he tries.

"Eddie, if you don't leave, I swear to God I'll be the one that kills you," you threaten. 

Eddie draws a long sigh, pulling his shirt back on and stepping backwards towards the window. he opens it and shimmies his way through, his eyes still locked on yours. you meet him between its white frame, disappointed that your visit had ended so soon. if anything, you wanted him to spend the night. 

"I love you," you say suddenly, gently. Eddie's eyes soften as he looks at you, becoming soaked with rain once again. 

"shit, sweetheart, I'm crazy about you too," he grins his familiar Eddie grin, the one you're so obsessed with, "and I would stay here and whisper sweet nothings to you forever, but I am getting drenched and I don't want you or your mom to kill me." 

all you can do is laugh but you're quickly silenced when your mother barges into your room. you flip around to face her, your heart in your throat. 

"(y/n)?" she says. you blink owlishly at her.

"hi mom," you squeak out, fumbling with your shorts. she looks at you for a long while, gaze flitting from your figure to your window.

"what are you doing with your window open?" she asks you. you open your mouth to say something, then turn around, half expecting Eddie to still be there. 

but he isn't. he had gone as soon as he had come to you.

you let out a long sigh of relief and turn to your mother with a shrug. 

"I, uhm, forgot to close it, actually." 

"well, make a habit of doing so. you're gonna bleed the house of all its warm air, otherwise," she says, then exits your room with a quick goodnight. 

you stand in front of your window for a long while and then finally get back into your bed, sighing from the night's ordeal. you already miss the feeling of Eddie, his lips against yours and his hands stroking your skin. your Tom Tom Club record continues its spin, and you close your tired eyes as Tina Weymouth says that he's the genius of love.

you sink into your covers, fully agreeing with her.

#MORE EDDIE HAHAHA #anyway uhhh i love. this boy. so much #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡

[someone1348]

It's vacation time! You know what that meansss! Fics!! Woohoo!!

I hope you all enjoy! I promise the requests will be completed soon! I just wanted to get something out there for ya'll!

People in this: Lee!Mikey, Ler!Donnie

Tw: none this is adorable!

Again this is a tickle fic so if you don't like it please just keep scrolling :]

With all of that being said! Enjoyy!

-K :]

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Hard as Nails!

Mikey growled and pouted like a little kid in his older brothers lab. He wouldn't let him join in a particularly dangerous mission today. Mikey was upset that he wasn't being taken seriously again, and Donnie was in a rush.

Tensions were high and it was a clashing that the purple clad turtle just physically did not have the time for. He did his best to remain patient with his youngest brother but Raph, the oldest, was really hurrying him along for this mission.

"Michael, you can't come im sorry, but I have to go, I'll be back soon. Your main task is to hold down the fort until me and Raph get back, Capiche?" He put his hands on Mikeys shoulders to make sure he was listening

"I- but D! I could help! Please let me come with you!" His gut was screaming at him, he needed to be there, they're gonna need him, he repated in his head before he spoke again. "I'm Hard as Nails! Remember?"

Donnie blinked and giggled softly under his breath. His energy shifted from rushed and tight to calm and free, as if time had no meaning. 'Raph can wait a few minutes' He thought to himself as he came up with his plan to make his youngest brother listen to him.

"Mikey, this isn't a repo job. You and Leo have to stay here, okay?"

"But I'm Hard as Nails! I can help! Pleaseeee!" He gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes ever, and while it almost broke Donnie, he had to stay strong and continue with his plan,

"Oh yeah? Prove it, right now, that you're 'Hard as Nails' as you say it" he smirked and crossed his arms, waiting for his answer.

Mikey blinked a little before he flexed, showing off his muscles and growled, trying to make himself look as intimidating as possible.

Donnie's smirk grew as he poked his side mid-flex causing the box turtle to squeak and flinch out of instinct.

"I don't remember anyone who's quote, unquote, 'Hard as Nails', being ticklish?~" he teased him as he scribbled along his sides "maybe it was a fluke, you can't be ticklish, it's impossible I mean you said it yourself you're hard as nails, right Mikey?"

Mikey bit his lip and shook underneath Donnies tickly fingers. It took every ounce of strength he had to not burst out into laughter

Donnie tilted his head "Why are you shaking so much? This doesn't tickle? Does it Angie?~" Donnie used Mikeys nickname against him from when they were kids as he scribbled along the side of his neck, it was always Mikeys kryptonite.

"DOHOhoHoNniEEHEhe!" The dam burst as a light shade of pink entered his cheek bones. He scrunched up his head to his shoulders trying to prevent the tickles on one side which just made Donnie move to the other side of his neck "NOHoHoHo FAHaHaiR!-"

Donnies genuine smile came out as he moved back to his sides "Gotcha~" he moved down to the ground as he scribbled all over the back of his knees, the one time Mikey didn't wear his knee pads!

Mikey chirped and fell to the ground, Donnie caught him easily, making sure he wouldn't get hurt before he went back to scribbling over the back of his knees and the back of his thighs

"DEHEHE" Donnie gently flipped him over on his lap blowing raspberries into the back of his knees "What's wrong Angelo?~"

"IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!" Mikey snorted as Donnie giggled along with him "Does it now?~ hmm I hadn't noticed, thats very fascinating Mikey!" He gently bit into the back of his knees "Does this tickle too?"

Mikey gently hit the ground with his hand signaling to the older one that he was tapping out as his genuine laughter shined through

"YEHEHES! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES ALOHOHOT!" He answered honestly before Donnie rubbed away the ghost tickles and held him close

"You still can't come with us but your job is just as important, does that make sense? someone needs to look after Leo" he joked as Mikey giggled as he caught his breath

"I guhuess you're right!"

Donnie smiled with relief. He always had a soft spot for the box turtle,

"Hey Donnie?"

"Yes Mikey?"

"Am I still Hard as Nails?,, you know even though I'm ticklish?"

Donnie melted before he answered

"In my eyes, Mikey, you'll always be Hard as Nails" he ruffled Mikeys invisible hair as he spoke "You're the toughest one here Michaelangelo, never ever doubt that okay?"

Mikey giggled and nodded before he got off of him. "Be safe!" He waved him off

"We will, I promise"

"Hard as Nails!" Mikey smiled to himself as he said that quietly, in victory, under his breath.

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I'm starting the new Gif thing for my fics! Let me know if you like this layout and I'll keep it or not depending on your answers!

But I hope you enjoyed and a special thank you to @aninabanina6969 for the inspiration from our rps!

Have a great day today, treat yourself, take care of yourself, know that you are loved and that I am so incredibly proud of you for existing! /p /gen /pos

-K <3

#k writes tk things #lee!mikey #lee!michaelangelo #ler!donnie #ler!donatello #rottmnt tickle #rottmnt tickle fic #smarts and crafts #smarts and crafts tickle fic #smarts and crafts tickle

[sexygrass]

hey, hope ur doing fine but i have a request

i really loved that bratty taeyong fic sm it made me go dfghjklm and I see you're a jeno stan soooo would u do one with sub jeno who had been acting like a brat all day just so you'd punish him and fuck him dumb BUT reader will just give him "no punishment" as a punishment and he'll be so frustrated bcz his antics didn't work as he planned?????! like reader will be gentle and kiss him softly, ignoring how horny he is

im sure you'll eat this up

Fucking died, this is such a hot idea like damn—I would've took u out on a date, anon—and yes, jeno is my ult, my man, my puppy and my whore🤧

Don't be gentle

Pairing: brat!jeno x brat-tamer!f!reader

Synopsis: when your boyfriend tested your patience whole day, broke your rules and being acting like a total brat just to get your attention but when his plan backfire at him, he's left at your own mercy.

Warning: orgasm denying, edging, overstimulating, teasing, slight handjob, master kink, degradation, pet names, (foot work ???), lmk if I missed sth.

MDI

It was hard. It was so hard, but you had to keep reminding yourself of the plan. Shutting down your phone, you breathed in and out, closing your eyes, trying to erase the memory of what you just saw and heard from your mind.

Feeling your skin heat up, you fanned around your neck and face because you know you're starting to turn red.

Taking deep breaths, you pushed your chair in and tried focusing on your work but the video your boyfriend had sent you was stuck in your head and whenever you try to focus on something else, his lewd needy moans and chants of your name as he desperately fucked into his fist made your head whirl.

Looking around your workplace, you crossed your legs, discreetly rubbing your thight to releave yourself a bit, a breathy whine slipped your bitten lips at the feeling of your soaked panties. Oh, he was all in.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you smiled at one of your workers when she asked you if you were alright.

The video of him overstimulating himself between pinching his nipple and jerking himself to fondling with his balls and the cry he let when he cummed all over his thighs and the couch made your blood boil. He disobeyed you and had the audacity to send you a clip of his little adventure while you're at work.

Even scrolling through your photos wasn't a safe thing to do in public anymore as it's flooded with NSFW pictures of him spreading his legs for you, many pictures where he caught himself in every possible angle.

Looking around the office, you noticed no one noticed your reaction, and you were thankful. Two hours left, and you would finally go back home and deal with the man sitting on your bed, giggling at what he had sent you.

When he started this, you warned him, but he didn't listen. It first started with him touching you in public at the business dinner you brought him in with you, teasing you and whispering in your ear everything he wanted you to do to him and everything he can do to you if you let him.

You went home tired that night so you let him go away with what he did but clearly that wasnt what he wanted as the next day, when you were with your friends chilling in your apartment, he would saunter around in loose tank tops, black tees, or with no shirts at all but a towel hanging loosely around his waist, something about his morning workouts but you didnt hear anything he said as you felt your head throb —and your pussy—cause he looked like a fucking meal, ready to be devoured and you noticed how he enjoyed it whem your friends ogled at him.

You remember digging your nails on the couch so you won't yank him by the hair and drag him to the bedroom and make him behave, but you held yourself.

But what he sent you was the last blow as he had pushed all your buttons. A video of him jerking with one of your panties hanging from his red tip, moaning your name, and whining how it should he you doing that to him and how he can't wait because you didn't fuck him properly last time. Total brat.

Finishing your work, you calmly drove back home, humming to the song playing on the radio, and when you arrived home, you pushed the front door open, to be met with silence.

it calmer than usual. Walking to the living room, you noticed a stain on the couch, and you took a deep breath before ignoring it and padding to the bedroom.

You saw jeno on the bed with disheveled wet hair, you guessed he took a shower after he finished pleasure himself as the faint scent of his body wash reached you.

When he heard you entering, he put his phone down and folded his knees, a smug grin on his face, "Hey, master, missed you," the way the name rolled on his tongue smoothly made you smirk in your head. He thought you're going to ravish him for all that he did, but boy was wrong.

Giving him a sweet smile —a genuine one—you walked towards him, and he perked up, the corners of his lips lifting but when you ruffled his damp hair, he tilted his head at you and you couldn't help the giggle that left you, "was my puppy bored without me around?" You carassd his cheek with your thumb, noting how his shoulders sagged a little, "I...what..."

Kissing the corner of his lips, you walked to the shower, "Go set a movie, I remember you wanting to watch the movie about that hunted museum." You called before shutting the door behind you.

Jeno eyed the closed door with a gapped mouth, brows furrowed on why he's not handcuffed and edged already. He was a slut for your punishment and he won't bother hiding it because it's what he wants and loves and won't shy about how pleasurable he finds it when you're rough and mean to him, it basically drives him crazy and leave him boneless and oh so satisfied after you use him to your heart extent.

With a pout, he stood up and trudged to the living room to prepare for the movie night. It was already evening when you finished and threw one of jeno's favorite shirts on, with no bra, just panties.

Spraying your favorite perfume on your neck and wrists, you hummed as you padded towards the kitchen and a smirk curled on your lips. You were going to enjoy what you're going to do so so much.

Seeing how busy he was doing the dishes, you walked towards him, and he suddenly stopped. He must have caught your perfume because it was quite strong. Feeling the heat radiating from your body, he smirked, finally!

You crept your hands under his thin shirt and he immediately relaxed under your touch, running your fingers over his chest and down his abs before hugging his waist tightly, making him feel your bare chest against his back, the tin fabric of his shirt allowing him to sense your hard nipples that were peeking under your shirt, making his throat dry as he licked over his dry lips, "h-how was work t-today?"

"It was...interesting," you hummed, your lips pressing gentle kisses along the side of his neck, "how was yours, my good boy," jeno shuddered at the softness of your lips as you kissed down his neck to his shoulder blade and he involuntary tilted his head for you to give you more access to mark his neck.

Good boy. He felt so small when you called him that, but he knows he's nothing but that. Jeno really loves it when you praise him when he's good or when he does as you say. It gives him such a rush knowing how good he makes you feel when he fucks you or eats you out as you repeatedly tell him what a good boy he is, making you feel so so good but this one wasn't a praise because he knows he didn't do anything good, he knows he did everything but being good.

his hands left the water to grip at the counter when your hands that were busy roaming over his defined torso fondled with the strings of the waistband of his basketball shorts, "you had a very busy day, didn't you?" You whispered, kissing under his ear.

"You did what you did because you wanted my attention, right puppy?" Jeno frantically nodded his head, his eyes screwed shut as you slowly pumped him, "y-yeah, need you, so so b-bad, all t-time, shit," his chest now heavens when your other hand went to his throat, making him threw his head back, "yeah? My attention?" You taunted, "yes, please," you smirked at your work when you saw red blotch forming on the delicate skin of his throat.

Pulling away completely, he whined and gave you his best puppy eyes, begging you to give him something—anything but you didn't even spare him a backward glance as you sauntered to the living room, swaying your hips before plopping down on the couch and patted the space bext to you, "Come here,"

Jeno pouted, he was flustered and horny at your teasing but neverthless followed you before dropping down and leaning his back on the armrest and spreading his thighs for you to sit between his legs and lean on his chest; your favorite position while watching a movie.

Making yourself comfortable, you made sure to rub your ass down on the prominent bulge, and when you heard a low groan, you smiled, "you good, babe?" You carassd the skin of his thigh, eyes transed on the tv.

With a sickeningly sweet voice, you asked him, "Honey, you okay?" You carassd his cheek, and he leaned into your hand, sniffing. You had to not pull your hand away and let him have the moment.

Jeno looked down at you, a more evident pout as you kept ignoring him, his puppy ears —if he had ones— would be flat on his head.

Throughout the movie, you sensed him playing with your hair, making you drowsy a little, but when he whimperd softy and tugged at the sleeve of your shirt to get your attention, you turned your head, his glossy eyes immediately made you turn fully facing him.

Waiting for him to speak, you saw him looking down at his hands, fumbling with his fingers. With your index finger, you lifted his face to meet your eyes, "I thought you wanted my attention, no? Am I not giving you my attention, love?" You hummed, taking his hands before kissing his palms.

Pretty boys who get shy at asking for attention. That what he was. Your pretty boy, but he was no shy. He was frustrated that his plan didn't work. Frustrated that you're not mad. Frustrated that you didn't punish him.

Moving your legs, you straddled his lap and cupped his cheeks in your hands, "tell me what you want," you murmured, lips inches apart. feeling you rocking your hips slowly against his neglected cock, he whimperd, closing his eyes and biting on his lips to stifle a moan.

Grabbing candy from the bowl of snacks, you looked at him with a smile, "open your mouth, tongue out," blinking his tears away, you saw his eye sparkle before doing as you told him.

Letting his tongue out, you placed the candy on the tip of his tongue before smirking and sucking in it and moaning at the taste. Taking the candy down your throat, jeno tried kissing you by grabbing the back of your neck and your hips, and you let him.

Hearing him moan in your mouth when you bit his tongue, your core clenched around nothing, grinding down, jeno moaned louder againt your mouth as his lips limply carassd yours, too focused on you grinding down on him, making you pull back.

"Okay that's it. On four. Hurry," with a smile you missed to see, jeno dropped to his knees by the couch, his shorts and boxers gone by the time you sat and leaned againt the back rest.

"If you're thinking you're getting what you think you're getting, you're wrong baby boy," jeno looked at your with wide eyes, "Master, I—"

"No. You wanna be punished? Fine," stretching your leg, you pressed yoir flat foot againt his cock and ordered him to hump it, a smirk curling on your lips when he whimperd at your slow ministration.

Like a slut in heat, jeno started rocking against your foot, feeling you pressing back, he cried. He was clearly sensitive and the overstimulation made his mind go hazy, and when he looked up and saw the way you were looking down at him with a an amused smile, made his cock twitch, "my slut, look at you, rutting against my foor like bitch in heat," yanking his hair, his head jerks up and he mwels, "are you close?" He all but moaned, rocking his hips faster in desperation.

"I asked you a question and you fucking answer." You repeated more sternly. "Yes- y-yes, I'm so close..c-close, I..I–" Seeing his thighs shake, you pulled your foot away, enjoying his wide teary eyes that stared back at you "You won't get anything tonight, puppy, until you apologize for being such a brat."

Putting your foot on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your ankle, his wet lips kissing there, the tears soaking his cheeks wetting your leg, "please, I—"

Sliding your foot down, you ordered him to fuck againt your foot again, "No cumming till you learn your lesson and apologize, now hurry slut." Hearing him whimper and whine, you smiled. He won't apologize, and you know it. It's what he wanted but not what he needed.

"Crying won't get you anything. Do you think you'll get what you want by begging and pleading? Oh, darling, it's not how it works around here, and you know it." You cooed, "I've treated you so well, didn't I, puppy?" You pushed his shoulder with your foot to stop kissing you so he'd lean back on his feet and look at you.

"I've been treating you like a prince this whole time, and this is how you repay me? By being a brat? We are going to fix that attitude of yours. Remember who's in charge here."

#sub jeno smut #nct lee jeno smut #lee jeno x reader #sub kpop idol smut #lee jeno imagination #nct dream #lee jeno #nct

[brandnewhuman]

HELLO! So I'm high rn (don't tell the police) and I'm desperate for some Aether fics so could you maybe do Aether with a Stoner male reader? No pressure obviously!

HIGH KISSES

♡headcanons + small drabble♡

☆STARRING☆

Ghoul aether ☆ aka beefy, baby boy who has never known a single day of peace from people shorter than him

CONTENT

Tw; mentions of weed, mature language, slightly suggestive content IDK MAN.

A/N: AAAAAAH my first aether request from the my fav gremlin nonetheless. I REALLY HOPE I DIDN'T FUCKED UP HIS WHOLE CHARACTERISATION. IM ACTUALLY SHITTING BRICKS HERE CAUSE I don't really know how to exactly approach the ghouls personalities and what they do ecc. BRO IM SORRY IF IT SUCKS ASS, IM GONNA TRY TO DO BETTER NEXT TIME

Song recommendation:

BRO AETHER IS LIKE THE BEST SMOKE BUDDY

He always has the best fucking weed 

Dream blunt rotation he, you and dewdrop

He literally takes you to the best spots so you both can have some quality time together without anyone (dewdrop) annoying both of you

When he finds out you smoke he's literally the happiest ghoul alive

He likes to spend as much time as possible with his s/o so having something in common to do is the best thing ever

He would be such a bad influence cause HE'S NEVER SAYING NO TO WEED

like he's not actively pushing you to do it all the time but you end up doing it anyways cause as soon as he lights even just a cigarette it always ends up with the both of you smoking pot

I feel like he would be really prepared for this type of "dates" 

HE IS LIKE ALWAYS TAKING CARE OF WHOEVER IS SMOKING WITH HIM AND EVEN MORE IF IT'S YOU

He's such a mom

Always carrying snacks or something to drink, and if he's not in his room with but outside then he always buys some snacks before doing anything

When he smokes he gets so touchy I JUST KNOW IT

all that shyness and wholesome adorable behaviour he always has? All fades for the sake of being flirty 

 it's between being very lovely and very horny at the same time

Wees takes out the dewdrop inside of him

LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN THAT CLIP WHERE HE TAKES A BLOW FROM DEWDROP SMOKE? HE DOES THAT BUT LIKE KISSING YOU AND IT'S THE SWEETEST THING EVER

I like the idea of him confessing his feelings the first time while being high 

His favourite smoke spot is a really nice and calm part of the woods where you can see the stars at night

Bro gets really deep with weed. Like he's having the biggest head very full so many thoughts moment ever

That or just having a ball annoying dewdrop 

Which leads him to get bullied by dew

Which, again, leads to dewdrop joining you both to smoke together 

Just imagine you're in the woods with aether, both of you laying on the grass and occasionally taking puffs from your joints. He has just finally managed to get some free days from all the rituals ecc so he's really tired and all he wanted was to be with you for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other's company. 

He holds your free hand, slightly playing with your fingertips as he listens to all the things you wanted to tell him about. While you keep stargazing and your eyes get glossy both from the smoke and because of the reflection of the sky in your gaze he just stares at you. 

How could he not stare at you? You're quite literally so handsome that sometimes he catches his heart speeding up from just looking at you. Slowly he brings himself up and very carefully cages you under him with both of his hands at each side of your head. 

"What? Somethin's wrong?" Your words are slightly slurry as you find difficulty in forcing your voice out of your relaxed body. You lift a hand to gently cup his cheek, he just keeps staring at you with that sweet smile and gentle gaze that looks now slightly more sleepy because of the weed. 

He takes another drag of his joint while keeping himself up and balanced with his hand still at the same place. After taking a long enough drag he lowers himself again towards you, very slowly and making sure to hold back the smoke until he gets close as he needs to your lips. The smoke slips from his mouth as he kisses you so you kind of take a drag from him, when he backs up he just smiles while gazing down at you. He could spend his whole life watching you and never get tired of it 

YOU CAN'T TELL THIS WOULDN'T BE LIKE THE CUTEST THING EVER.  

#aether #ghoul aether #aether ghoul #aether ghoul x reader #ghost bc #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader

[souryoong]

1 year of souryoong — here’s some of ash’s all time faves! ☆

☆ i truly want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for being with me throughout this year on this site. it’s actually so crazy how it’s been only a year? time really does fly by. Before I posted "at the studio" I was metaphorically blowing dust off of my writing chops. (kind of an odd saying lol) I was absolutely terrified to say the least about joining this site and sharing my writing. But I am so so so glad I bit the bullet and chose to post my story because it has brought me to so many great things and even greater people! I love every single one of my followers and mutuals, whether we talk or not, if youre a silent reader, or if you constantly like/reblog my works. Nobody is just a number to me, you all mean everything to me. Im hoping that the career path and education that I have chosen for myself is not ~too demanding~ so I can be here for more years to come. I'll cut myself off before I write a damn novel because sometimes I don't know when to shut up.

☆ I didn’t want to do some extravagant “game” to celebrate because I feel like most of my followers probably wouldn’t be into it, so instead I’m showing my love outward. listed below are some of my all time favorite works from some of my mutuals and other authors. Some of these works are ones that inspired me to start posting my own writing, and others are just some of my really old faves from when I first joined that I have yet to forget about. I’m not sure if everyone in this list is still active, but nonetheless here are some of my all time favorites!

list is below the cut!

*everything marked “18+” contains sexual content*

☆ cybersex – myg (18+) | @gimmethatagustd

the whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend? (wc: 14.6k)

☆ the sheets – kth (18+) | @kth1

on your night out with the gals you get hit up by the one and only, Kim Taehyung, who’s been eyeing all of your Instagram stories. It’s no shocker that he attempts to get you back to his place once you finally decide to leave the club because this isn’t your first rodeo with the determined and insanely hot, fuckboy. (wc: 6.8k)

☆ enemy – kth & jhs (18+) | @btssmutgalore

when your friend with benefits Hoseok becomes too busy to keep your thing going, Taehyung volunteers to fill the spot. fic is a series.

☆ message received – jhs (18+) | @minisugakoobies

hoseok sent you a message. will you listen? (wc: 1.7k)

☆ helping hand – jjk (18+) | @yoonieper

a double blind date was your suggestion. everything about it should make him happy, but this sinking feeling just won’t go away. allhe wanted was to get it over with. (wc: 23.4k)

☆ hard liquor – myg (18+) | @chateautae

your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you. (wc: 8k)

☆ drip – myg (18+) | @here2bbtstrash

yoongi fingering you until you squirt. (wc: 4.8k)

☆ your yoongi – myg (18+) | @yoongiphoria

there is no one you could love more than your slightly tipsy, beautiful yoongi. (wc: 2.9k)

☆ untitled drabble – myg | @delugguk

playing with each others hair, they love each other. sigh...I want what they have. (wc: 598)

☆ love signs – myg | @norcula

min yoongi and producer reader going through daily life. (fic is a series)

☆ private lesson – myg (18+) | @dntaewithluv

Your little sister finds it odd how you've been taking private lessons from her piano teacher for over a month now, but she hasn't heard you actually play even once... (wc: 5.5k)

☆ the landlord – myg (18+) | @ppersonna

your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave. good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have. (wc: 4.3k)

☆ suga’s how-to guide – myg (18+) | @sailoryooons

Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes. fic is a series. (wc: 25k)

☆ mixtape – myg (18+) | @sailoryooons

Growing up with Yoongi as your older brother’s best friend was bound to manifest a crush. It was small, fleeting. Gone with age and time. On a holiday trip to the cabin, you’re reunited with Yoongi after not seeing him from two years. Maybe that crush wasn’t as over as you thought it was. fic is a series. (wc: 68.5k)

☆ lost in your light – pjm (18+) | @thepurpleghost

you and Jimin are the best of friends since fourth grade until the tables have turned one weekend wedding. Crazy confessions after some tequila body shots. (wc: 5.6k)

and btw, my official tumblr date of birth is 8.5.2022 🎂 posting this a day early because I don’t want to forget.

#happy birthday souryoong 🎂 #1 year tumblrversary #ash reads 📖

[tickle-bugs]

hi so. uhm. I know requests are closed but I have bad memory problems and know I probably won't remember this if I don't send it in now so I'm just leaving this here for you to find later. again, apologies. blame my stupid brain jaja. anyway yeah uh sorry this is so long now its awkward uh I just wanted some kylo ren headcanons please? he's my favorite and there's literally 0 tickle content of him anywhere so I'd really appreciate it. <3

hey there! i accept headcanon requests pretty much always (so long as they're in one of my current fandoms), but prompt requests for fics are closed. so you're good! im also team memory problems. it's part of why i'm away from here so often. so i empathize <3

let's assume this is a zuko-esque au where they rehab Ben like a particularly troublesome shelter cat and he's able to regain the trust of everyone else. Like Finn's arc but more hardcore considering *gestures to Kylo's backstory lol*. HCs under the cut!

okay first off...he has a really nice smile. when he smiles with his teeth, his eyes crinkle at the corners. his whole face warms and he kinda ducks his head. naturally this means he would rather be executed than ever allow a living soul to see it

his laugh sneaks up on him. he's all about maintaining control and composure but unfettered joy always just blows past his defenses. He's a "HA!" and then silent, muffled laughter kinda guy <3

idk why but i feel in my spirit that if he giggles, he hiccups. its rare for him to giggle but i think he gets stuck in it and its cute.

part one of ben rehabilitation project: getting this guy some normal clothes. he starts dressing more casually. he's still like an awkward, angry duckling, but he seems much more approachable. He washes his hair (poe sources good curl care for him to get some volume back in that mop)

For the first while of defecting to the Resistance, he's sorta a dark shadow. Doesn't talk, doesn't leave his room, etc. But as he does start to follow Finn, Poe, and Rey around, he does notice their closeness. The casual touch. He envies it.

It takes a little while, but slowly Rey starts including him in on jokes. Finn and Poe are slower to forgive, often making jokes at his expense, but...Ben's treacherous flares of temper start to subside. He gets used to quietly listening and smiling but knows better than to assume he's included. Shadowing them becomes a gift.

Ben's not sure when Poe and Finn start talking to him and acknowledging he's there, but he absolutely does notice Poe jabbing him in the ribs for not 'paying attention'. He passes it off as being startled but he can feel Rey's mind hovering at the edge of his own, keen as ever, like Ben Solo I Know What You Are (ticklish)

Finn, Poe, and Rey deliberate for a week about how exactly to go about this (Ben gets cagey. why are they whispering?) and eventually Poe is just like. look. i've got credits on this. you ticklish?

i am team 'Ben goes completely red when flustered'. just top to bottom imperial red. Poe asks him this and he turns into a fucking tomato. gives the world's most unconvincing no. and it is Rey who (very gently) proves him wrong, thus opening the floodgates to bully him over time.

Ben gets used to Poe's arms thrown over his shoulders, Finn leaning on him, or Rey tucking herself into his side. He literally never gets used to the tickling fingers seeking softness he thought he'd long crushed away

he gets very good at paying attention to a briefing while slapping way/wrestling with Finn, Poe, AND Rey's hands. laser focused.

Ben is usually a teasing voice on the sidelines when the trio gets up to tickly shenanigans, but i am a HUGE fan of Poe getting comfy and talking shit and Ben just looping his arms under Poe's and holding him for Finn and Rey to go to town. To win Ben's favor is to win a tickle fight. Finn is very good at this. Ben sides with him bc its the funniest option (and Poe's dramatic, betrayed gasps are the best).

He is so good at reading people and so specific in teasing. Such a scary ler but also very funny? He's very deadpan and witty. It's always unexpected. his parents really shine thru in him when he's up to mischief

Rey and Ben engage in long distance Force warfare that literally always ends in one of them slumped against the wall giggling. Finn learns to manipulate the Force and things get wild lol

Ben's palms are ticklish. I know this to be true.

He is fucking impossible to take down. Finn, Rey, and Poe have to tactically coordinate to ambush him. He's got a sixth sense for their bullshit. But! once he goes down he just kinda deflates. One person is the designated 'hold Ben's wrists' guy bc he always tries to hide his face

big fan of Ben giving Rey piggyback rides. Rey is a spider monkey to me. 50/50 Ben starts tickling her knees or Rey starts tickling his ears and they both collapse

love the idea of these four always being physically connected. esp since Ben is the tallest (i think). hes taking a nap and the trio just panini presses him into the mattress. their dogpiles always end in laughter or the best fucking naps ever. sometimes both

#i wish kylo had been written better bc i find his concept rly interesting #but that is what this blog is for!! i missed these bbs #i dont think i've actually written anything for him before either! fun exercise #i am v anti-reylo so please don't tag this as such or put this on reylo blogs!! i pinky promise i will block you. #it is fun putting him in the zuko jar and considering what he'd be like if he defected/in a normal au #ive been in my anakin feels lately so this was fun #my headcanons #star wars #ticklish!kylo ren #ticklish!ben solo #kylo ren #ben solo #finn #poe dameron #rey

[v3nusxsky]

Hi Mars! I'm not doing so well again unfortunately, it's because of school again, i have mid-terms in a month or so and it's really fucked me up, I constantly feel guilty whenever I'm not studying and I also started feeling like a fraud since so many people think I'm so intelligent but I actually just study a lot and I feel like I'm cheating all of them, can I request a leonora lesso x reader fic w comfort for this maybe w a verse from the song 'blow my brains out' - (sometimes the truth is just your point of view, not what is real and not what is true) that verse has really helped me because I tend to assume I'm a failure to everybody and no one could ever be proud of me but in reality that may not be true, just a part of my fears

Thank you so much if you do decide to write this, and if you don't, that's okay too!

Have a wonderful day either way and here's a bouquet of flowers for you 💐 <3

Only you know the truth

*Authors note ~ I hope this is okay for you darling and anyone else who is struggling*

Trigger warnings~ stressed out reader

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Exam season was always though. You were a perfectionist at heart, and often stressed yourself out unnecessarily. This exam season was important you knew that, and being a never, Lady Lesso had made it clear that anyone who fails would have one on one meetings with her to figure out why they had. Truly, you knew that the two deans were incredibly anxious, both trying to beat one another in the end of year tests.

For days you would lock yourself in your dorm room, head buried in mountains of revision. Other Nevers didn't seem to bothered by it but you? It was all you could think about. Your attention and energy all focused around these tests. Sometimes you wished you could let someone stand in your shoes, and see how they would handle this at stress. If only you could.

A few days before the tests were due to begin, Lady Lesso asked you to stay behind d and you immediately panicked. You always try to be perfect and with the stress of the tests had you failed? You remained sat at your desk while she strutted around the room. "Sweetheart, you've been acting differently recently, what's going on?"

"Nothing, im fine. I just have a lot of revision to do" you mumbled avoiding her gaze. You couldn't admit that you just wished to make her proud of you, that was so un never like. "It's the tests isn't it?" She retorted and you wondered how she knew that instantly. Had you really been that obvious?

"I just want to do well, I don't want to let you down Lesso. I want to help us win" you explained still avoiding her gaze, picking at your finger nails in an anxious tick. "Sweetheart" she murmured moving to stand in front of your desk, "you're one of my best students. I have no doubt you will do well. I'm truly proud to have you on the evil side." Her words causing your brain to lag slightly. Proud? Of you?

The confusion was evident on your face which caused her to explain further. "Sweetheart, you put too much pressure on yourself, you have the knowledge it's all there. And as much as I adore your need to please me, I can think of many other ways you can do so. Like eating and sleeping and achieving a good balance between life and school." You nodded along feeling a stray tear roll down your cheek. "Lesso, I just I don't want to disappoint" you whimpered stifling a yawn. Truly, you were tired and you didn't realise how much so. It was exhausting to be this much of an a perfectionist. Trying to earn the praise of everyone and please everyone. It truly was hard. Yet here listening to Lesso's words, you finally felt like you were enough. You didn't have to fight so hard because you were already impressing Leonora. All you had to do was make sure to look after yourself so you could continue being her best student.

Word count~ 718

#anon answered #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #dean of evil #anon requested

[daysiwrld]

starboy ★╭﹐🎧﹕prologue﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹

[stargirl interlude — the weeknd]

"i just wanna see you shine cause i know you are a star girl"

1:15 ────────•───── 1:51

prologue —

jean kirstein::

aries ♈︎ || nineteen || 6'4 || sophomore in college

overall character:

energetic and extroverted, but tries to conceal it because he thinks it's embarrassing. he's very popular since he's a football player, but he isn't an asshole like most. has had quite a few girlfriends and is known to be a flirt. when he likes someone he's not afraid to show it whether it be physically or verbally. cares deeply for his friends especially sasha, marco, and connie. really close to his mom and would do anything for her. doesn't know much of his father and doesn't care about him, the only thing he knows is that his father is a spaniard [ew]. knows how to play drumset, a hobby he picked up in his early teens, it also helps him blow off steam when he's angry. seems self-centered but isn't. he is very thoughtful and thinks about others before himself. he's a bit cocky but has good reason to be since he's good at everything he does. he does have a few flaws. when he's angry he says things without giving them thought and refuses to listen to the other person. he can take things for granted and doesn't realize it until it's too late. he also gets jealous quickly and gets slightly possessive because of it. his relationships are always short because the moment it feels unstable he leaves to protect his feelings.

DISCLAIMER:

i don’t know when i’ll actually start writing the first chapter of this book since i’m writing a eren x latina!reader right now. i want to focus on that one until i’m at least eight chapters in. but i wanted to get a little prologue out because everyone seemed static when i announced it on tiktok. i already have a rough idea of how this story is going to play out so i can’t wait to write it!! sorry y’all will have to wait, but im the biggest procrastinator and if i try to work on two fics at the same time i’ll never get anything done. i promise the wait will be worth it!! also, my eren fanfic is a slight!jean x latina!reader as well, so go read if you’d like to see some jean action. i’m actually basing the jean in this fanfic off the one in my eren fanfic!! (:

i wanted to say that i don't want to surround y/n's character & personality around the fact that they're latine. the reason i'm saying this is because i want to try to be inclusive to all latine when writing this. i'm from central america so automatically any slang i use will be slang that's used mainly in central american countries. now imagine if i revolve y/n's character/personality around the fact that they're latine...it won't really be inclusive. you feel me? when i thought about writing this, it was more of a self-insert, and it still kinda is, but the only parts i will be using from my life are the universal experiences that i think most, if not all, latine go through. latine generational trauma is no joke and i want to be able to incorporate that into this story, the insecurities, family issues, the difference between latine parents and their american born/raised children, etc. there will be spanish dialogue and food, and all that jazz, but it won't be to an extreme. i also want latine who feel like they're not in touch with their culture to be able to enjoy this story, you feel me? the point is, y/n will not be a full-blown ranchera, catracha, etc, but they won't be a "no sabo", as people like to say.

also, even though this is specifically for a latina!reader, anyone can enjoy this story! but please, DO NOT make ignorant comments, use slurs, etc if you're not latine!

i will say some of what i write will be inspired by other jean fanfics, i've read many, but i will ALWAYS credit the author at the beginning of a chapter if i use any ideas from their work. if it ever seems that i have stolen an idea, please let me know ASAP, it could be a coincidence that i have the same idea [in the case that i haven't read their work] or i could've forgotten to credit them, either way, let me know!

reminders!

— angst & smut will be included. okay, i've never written smut before so please don't be too mad if it isn't the best at first, i promise i'll get better!!

NONE OF THE ATTACK ON TITAN CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO HAJIME ISAYAMA. ONLY THE PLOT OF THIS STORY & ANY OCs I POTENTIALLY CREATE BELONG TO ME.

story will contain drug use, alcohol use, & sexual content. sensitive topics WILL be spoken about [i will ALWAYS put a trigger warning at the beginning of chapter if deemed necessary], characters are 18+, & strong language will be used.

related!

this story will be posted to wattpad, archive of our own, & tumblr! this story will not be posted anywhere else unless annouced by me! if you see my story posted elsewhere please let me know asap. all my accounts have the same user, 222eren, if you see a different user posting my story on any above-mentioned platform please let me know.

i made a pinterest board 4 this fanfic! it's what i personally envision the aesthetic to be, but that's just me, if you don't like it just ignore it lol. my pinterest is earth2daysi, but the link to the board is in my linktree. i also made a spotify playlist which i highly recommend to follow, i've added some songs to it already some of them will be used in chapters and others are just so you can catch the vibe, you know. the link to the playlist is also in my linktree.

to get updates on my story i will likely post them on twitter, so if you're an ao3 reader especially, i recommend following my twitter for updates. i'm still trying to figure out the ao3 website so if there's a way post an announcement on there, i will do so.

twitter: 222jaeger

tiktok: earth2daysi , i don't think i'm gonna post all updates on here because i make content other than this fanfic, but feel free to follow.

thank you all for the support, i really appreciate it, like seriously. the response i got to the idea of me writing this fanfic is absolutely astonishing, and makes me really happy. see y'all at chapter one

- daysi

#attack on titan #connie springer #jean kirstein #aot #bertholdt hoover #eren aot #eren jaeger #latina reader #jean kirsten x reader #jean smut #jean kirstein fanfiction #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #annie leonhart #historia reiss #reiner braun #hitch dreyse #marco aot #sasha braus #ymir snk #levi ackerman #hange zoë #erwin smith