#nega x reader

[bloody-frank]

Requests open!

i write for:

MARVEL

-frank castle \ the punisher

-matt murdock \ daredevil

-loki 

-bucky barners \ the winter soldier

-wanda maximoff \ the scalet witch

-stephen strange \ doctor strange

-steven grant \ mark spector \ jake lockley \ moonknight

-billy russo \ mosaico \ jigsaw

-vision

-yelena belova 

THE BOYS

-homelander

-franchie

THE WALKING DEAD

-negan 

-daryl dixon

-rick grimes

-shane walsh

PEAKY BLINDERS

-thomas shelby

-arthur shelby

-polly gray

HARRY POTTER

-lucius malfoy

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[shadowqueen402]

Can I have a Grim Creeper x Reader fic?

Okay!

Grim Creeper wasn't sure how to react when he first saw you, a rather brave and loving Visitor. But it wasn't until you started to get to know him that he found himself warming up to you.

Ironic, isn't it? How a Nega boss that controlled ice and was usually cold-hearted was now warming up to someone that's the complete opposite of him. He never believed in love at first sight to begin with.

Now here he was, snuggling right next to you while you slept. The two of you were now in a surprisingly strong relationship with each other. Grim Creeper still wasn't sure how this happened, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn't happy.

With his arm wrapped around you, Grim Creeper shuffled a bit to get himself comfortable. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber. Since being in a relationship with you, he had been having good dreams. Back then, it was either nightmares or dreamless nights.

A part of him worried about what Lance would say if he discovered about the relationship. Knowing the Negati King, Grim Keeper could already imagine. And he didn't want to lose you at all. He didn't want Lance taking you from him.

Snuggling closer to you, Grim Creeper made himself a promise. He would always protect you, no matter what. And that's a promise that he was willing to keep when it came to you.

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #nega boss #x reader

[markster666]

KINKTOBER (Except in February) - ALASTOR X READER - DAY #9 (Mirror Sex)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Kinktober, One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, all smut no plot, pet names, praising, Dom!Alastor, Sub!Reader, Possessiveness, Humiliation, rough sex, mirror sex, breeding

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 508

A/N: Enjoy! MDNI, please. Not edited, so apologies for any spelling mistakes. NSFW under the cut.

He positioned himself in front of the mirror, ensuring you both had a perfect view of your twisted union.

"Look at us, my Pet..."

He panted, his breath heavy and rapid.

"See how you belong to me, how you crave my touch, how your body yearns for my cock. This is what you were created for... to be mine, to serve me, to please me in every possible way."

You tried to close your eyes to avoid the humiliation you were forced to submit to, but Alastor wouldn't allow it. He pull on your hair roughly, his hips snapping to yours in rough bursts before pulling out and spanking you roughly.

"Open your eyes, Darling, or else I won't let you release all that built up pressure."

You opened your eyes, staring at the both of you. Your mascara was running down in streaks over your cheeks, your hair a mangled mess, your knuckles white from gripping the countertop. You looked like a mess, and Alastor thought that was your most beautiful form.

Without warning, he thrust back in, hitting your G-spot with perfect precision. Groaning in delight, he began to rock back and forth, his hips moving in sync with his thrusts. Each powerful thrust caused your bodies to slap together, creating a wet, squelching sound that echoed around the room.

"You're mine, completely and utterly..."

He growled, his voice deepening with every word.

"You'll bear the scars of our encounters forever, a constant reminder of how I've claimed you. When you look in the mirror, you'll see the truth... you're nothing without me, just a ruined shell of what you once were..."

He wrapped one of his hands around your throat, leaning over your figure to do so. His other hand clawed at your hips as he continued his relentless assault on your heat. He kept making sure your eyes were open, watching how good he was fucking you.

"See how you beg for more of me, how your body shakes with each powerful thrust."

His words were meant to degrade and humiliate, but there was an underlying note of satisfaction in his voice, he enjoyed seeing you in this state, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

As you and him neared your climaxes, he raised you up against him, lifting you off the counter so they were eye-to-eye in the mirror.

"Now, cum for me, my Filthy Whore."

You felt like a rubber band snapped in your stomach as you rode out your intense orgasm. He groaned loudly as he emptied himself out in you, thrusting a few times into you to make sure all of his seed coated your insides.

Your knees were weak as he pulled out, almost collapsing on the floor. He held you up before that could happen, giving a few peppered kisses on your cheek. You were trying to catch your breath to the best of your ability and he just kept staring at your ruined form in the mirror, admiring his work for many moments after.

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[xexyromero]

xexyyyyyy amor, tô apaixonada pela sua escrita, viciada em você! queria pedir um dos meninos do cast (enzo, matias, fran, kuku e blas) reagindo a leitora com ciúmes.

obrigada de qualquer forma, se cuida baby. ♡

wn: aproveitei seu request e mais dois requests anônimos pedindo a reação dos meninos com uma leitora ciumenta. e acrescentei o blas <3

meninos do cast x namorada ciumenta

fem!reader headcanon

tw: ciúme (?), menção de sexo.

enzo:

fica completamente sem jeito e sem graça quando você fica com ciúme se for em público. acha muito desnecessário - você sabe que ele é seu. pra quê transformar em briga? além disso, fica desconfortável com os olhares.

agora, no privado… ele adora saber que você ficou enciumada. e vai dar um jeito de jogar a situação de volta pra você. 

ele chegou perto de uma garota e você ficou com ciúme. ué, é justo? quando você se aproxima de rapazes ele não diz nada. etc. 

apesar de gostar de se divertir com isso, e até implicar um pouquinho, sabe levar a sério e gosta de te deixar segura sempre que possível. nega tudo, mostra print, abre o telefone. 

“não precisa disso, nena.  é só uma conversinha boba. você mesma disse que não tinha problema, lembra?”

agustin:

ele não gosta de ciúme, então fica um pouco triste quando você tem uma crise ou quando comenta algo nesse sentido. não vê necessidade, acha bobo, infatil. poxa, ele te ama tanto… só existe você!

dito isso, vai ficar chateado se ele te perguntar se você ficou com ciúmes e você falar que não. 

como assim? mesmo que ele não sinta, é muito errado que você não sinta também. ele é um homem! ator! jovem! bonito! você não tem medo que ele esteja com uma outra qualquer de conversinha? 

(inclusive, você pode até sentir ciúme, mas começou a dizer que não só pra ver o quanto que agus fica decepcionado). 

“eu não tenho ciúme, mas você tem que ter.”  

fran:

a primeira vez que você comentou que estava com ciúme ele explodiu em gargalhada. 

você ficou até um pouco mais chateada, que diga-se de passagem. 

mas ele te explicou, com lagriminhas nos olhos de tanto rir, que parece uma coisa surreal você sentir ciúmes dele. ele te ama tanto, fala tanto de você, te mostra tanto pras outras pessoas. é contraditório você ter ciúme ou desconfiar de qualquer coisa. 

mas que fique claro que ele não gosta muito, não. fica desconfortável, sem jeito. fran é um espírito livre e, por mais que seja fiel, não gosta de ser cobrado nesse sentido. 

“mi amor, não gostei. se você estiver insegura, pode me falar, viu? que a gente resolve conversando.”

matías:

ai, vamos ser sinceras: ele adoooora saber que você tem ciúme dele. se sente bem. é uma massagenzinha no ego. 

é só você falar uma vez - não precisa nem explicar a situação - que está com ciúme pra ele abrir um sorriso de orelha a orelha e não te deixar em paz na próxima semana repetindo sobre esse assunto. 

você jura que nunca mais vai repetir ou comentar sobre isso com ele e matí para na hora, pedindo desculpa. 

te obrigou a cadastrar a digital/reconhecimento facial com o rosto dele no seu telefone. nunca pediu acesso de forma alguma, mas adora implicar com você. 

“aaaaaaah, agora está com ciúme, é? cadê aquele teu ator gringo, hein? vou abrir teu instagram e a gente vê quem é que pode sentir ciúme aqui.” 

kuku:

fica arrasado quando você comenta que está com ciúme, sério. não consegue acreditar no que pode ter feito (ou deixado de fazer) pra fazer com que você sentisse desconfiança ou insegurança em relação a ele. 

se você for falar com calma e com gentileza, kuku vai te abraçar, te beijar muito, mostrar e provar de todas as formas que seu ciúme é infundado. mas vai entender e ser compreensivo.  

agora, se você gritar ou passar do ponto, ele vai se afastar um pouquinho e pedir que você repense se realmente esse ciúme é uma insegurança ou se você não está projetando coisas. 

quando você se acalmar, vai te encher de beijo do mesmo jeito. e vai pedir que você encha ele também. 

“ai, mi vida. não faz assim comigo. não sente ciúme.” 

pipe:

gosta muito quando você tem ciúme. 

inclusive, quase sempre acaba em sexo. já saiu do reino do ciúme verdadeiro e entrou em uma espécie de kink, viu.  

ele gosta de se sentir desejado, sentir que você tem medo de perdê-lo, que você o vê com tanto carinho que sente ciúme. é bom para a moral, faz ele se sentir seguro no relacionamento e em você. 

a única coisa que ele te pede é que vocês conversem bem antes de qualquer coisa. é divertido quando é no reino do sexo, mas quando passa dele e chega na realidade, ele faz questão de deixar tudo claro e muito bem explicado. 

“se eu falar que fiz de propósito? você vai dizer o quê?”

blas:

não sabe lidar de forma alguma. 

 fica muito confuso, sem saber o que dizer, o que falar, o que fazer. fica com vontade de abrir o telefone ou mostrar as câmeras pra provar que você está só insegura, mas tem medo de te descredibilizar ou de, alguma forma, te chamar de louca. 

e também acha que quem muito se justifica tem alguma culpa no cartório, então fica bem dividido entre agir e não agir. 

quando o ciúme passa, pede muitas vezes, entre vários beijinhos, que não aconteça de novo. 

“por favor, por favorzinho, nada de ciúme com seu blasinho, tá?”

#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic #agustin pardella x reader #agustin pardella #fran romero #fran romero x reader #matias recalt x reader #matias recalt #esteban kukuriczka x reader #esteban kukuriczka #pipe otaño x reader #pipe otaño #blas polidori x reader #blas polidori #lsdln cast #lsdln #hc

[gardensofbabilon]

Love me harder. Pipe otaño x fem! reader.

Você é a única assistente no set rodeada de homens, a única regra era que nenhum de vocês se envolvesse, o que seria fácil se não fosse por um argentino provocante.

a/n: oie! Fico muito feliz que gostaram da última, me digam: vocês gostariam de ver umas social media au (eu particularmente AMO!)

tw: 18+, provocação, palavrões, oral, degrating kink.

Aquele era mais uma semana no seu primeiro trabalho dentro da indústria audiovisual, passava mais de 16 horas trabalhando em um país estrangeiro rodeada por homens altos e (em sua maioria) que exalavam uma masculinidade forte e dominadora.

Todos os dias da semana tinha o costume de realizar uma ligação para seus pais e namorado, a distância era difícil para todos e principalmente pra você em período fértil, era difícil não imaginar coisas ou sentir a falta de um carinho durante a noite. E por isso você passava horas em seu celular encarando fotos dos seus parceiros de trabalho gatíssimos, mesmo que nunca fosse trair seu namorado.

''Cariño, o jogo vai começar!'' Matias, o seu argentino preferido exclama na porta do quarto enquanto você rola o feed de felipe otaño, o mais chato (e bonito) do ambiente. Você levava a regra de não se envolver muito a sério, porém assim que via ele todos os tipos de pensamentos impuros apareciam.

Desceu as escadas até o hall usando a camiseta da seleção argentina e uma saia curta, roupa que havia escolhido e aumentava a sua autoestima ao deixar suas coxas grossas amostra, o look atrai olhares de todos os que sentavam no chão a frente de uma tv imensa que exibia o primeiro apito.

''Vou ter que ser o primeiro a falar? Você 'tá uma gata!" Blas exclama assobiando te fazendo corar. Todos ao redor concordam, menos Pipe, que estava concentradíssimo no jogo que agora havia começado. Era como se eu fosse invisível.

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Os minutos passam e todos ficam cada vez mais apreensivos, menos Enzo, vocês estavam se divertindo capturando as reações através da câmera do mais velho, aquele era o passatempo preferido de vocês.

Até que o primeiro tempo chega ao fim, e a esse ponto suas pernas estavam em cima das de Enzo, ele a acariciava enquanto seus rostos colados analisavam as fotos que haviam sido tiradas, e aquele era o primeiro momento que Pipe direcionava o olhar a você. Ele olhava para suas coxas e subia os olhos até a beirada da sua saia, que estava quase revelando tudo escondido ali.

A partir daquele momento era como se o jogo não importasse mais. Até mesmo os gols do time do coração dele não tinham o mesmo sentimento de euforia toda vez que o garoto se virava e te via colada a Enzo, era como se aquilo o afetasse.

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Haviam se passado algumas horas desde o fim do jogo e estavam todos um pouco bêbados, alguns shots foram distribuídos até o final da garrafa e um por um todos sumiram, até que sobrara apenas você, Felipe e Matias, que dormia no sofá roncando alto.

''O que você 'tá querendo com essa sainha?'' Ele me pergunta num tom mesquinho e aquilo te deixava excitada. ''Se era pra chamar minha atenção, você conseguiu, eu odiei te ver coladinha com o Enzo'' Revira os olhos e aquilo fazia com que a raiva no corpo de Pipe apenas crescesse, e você amava.

Ele da passos em sua direção, agora era possível sentir a respiração carregada que ele dava, o mais alto se inclina e começa a distribuir beijos em seu pescoço, fazendo com que você solte um gemido baixo. ''Shh, você não quer acordar ele e acabar com nossa festa, quer?'' Nega com a cabeça e ele desce as mãos até os seus seios. ''Quer que eu te foda, sua puta?'' Felipe sussurra em seus ouvidos descendo a mão até sua intimidade, subindo a mini saia que agora não esconde mais o fato de que não tinha calcinha nenhuma ali. Ele ri em deboche ''Eu sabia''.

''Me fode, pipe'' Naquele momento nenhum pensamento do seu namorado entrava na cabeça, apenas a necessidade de ter aqueles olhos azuis olhando nos seus enquanto te chama de todas as atrocidades possíveis. ''Se você insiste, abre as pernas, vagabunda'' ele pede e você obedece, arreganhando as pernas enquanto ele se ajoelha em sua frente deixando beijos em sua coxa.

Os beijos se chegam até a sua buceta, ali ele se aventura, o seu nariz provoca o seu ponto sensível e sua língua deixa a situação ainda mais molhada, a sua vontade era de gemer até acordar a todos, mas assim que está prestes a soltar a primeira arfada Pipe se afasta e se levanta.

Agora olhando em seus olhos enquanto recupero meu fôlego ele abaixa suas calças deixando a ereção exposta. Nem te da muito tempo para analisa-la, apenas tampa sua boca e entra em você de uma vez, seu comprimento te faz lacrimejar, o gemido abafado e involuntário sai da sua boca, fazendo com que ele apenas se sinta mais motivado em suas estocadas.

Ele agarra um punhado de cabelo e te beija ferozmente, tirando o seu ar enquanto insiste em estocar fundo em você. ''Minha puta, como eu esperei pra poder te comer'' As palavras te fazem arrepiar e seu coração acelerar, ''pensa que eu não sei que passa o dia todo sonhando acordada com minha piroca?'' Felipe debocha.

#lsdln cast #lsdln #pipe #pipe otaño #pipe otaño x reader

[ericscroptop]

Don’t Wanna Break Up Again

✧ pairing: bf! sunwoo x gf! reader

✦ genre: angst

✧ warnings: angst, kinda toxic relationship vibes, maybe some miscommunication going on, insecure reader but kinda valid, brief mentions of past relationship trauma, lots of tears, just the not-so-perfect parts about a relationship, cursing, kissing, making out, and suggestive towards the end

✦ word count: 1.9k words

✧ synopsis: you both know that you each are bringing pain to one other in this relationship. yet, you two can’t seem to let go despite the challenges.

✦ note: i had to write a drabble based off this song, even though it hurts— it’s so freaking good; i love ariana sm. eternal sunshine broke me and revived me simultaneously.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ͙⁺˚*･

Being held hostage to your tears was common for you these days.

The sounds coming from the tv in the background are drowned out by your worrisome thoughts that eat away your mind, especially during nightfall.

It was difficult to fall asleep when your mind raced in thinking on loop of how flirtatious your boyfriend was. It’s actually funny how that kills you now, because his charm and inviting form is what drew you to him in the first place.

Sunwoo was too kind for his own good. I guess you can’t blame him for being such a smooth talker and for the way he looks. Girls are bound to be drawn to him.

I mean, you don’t really expect him to push every girl in existence out of his way and tell them to ‘fuck off’ when they ask if he’s single, were too kittenish when speaking to him, or stare at him a little too long, do you?

It shouldn’t bother you when he has ‘guys night’ and goes out to the lounge bar with his friend group almost every other weekend.

That place he frequents is mainly filled with people looking for hookups and a scandalous night of fun. Even if he was with his friends— who are mostly all single and not committed, mind you— left a sour taste present in your mouth and it felt nauseating to you every time he would go there.

You two had a private relationship. Though, it wasn’t a secret that you guys were in a relationship at all. It was more so filled with quiet dinners together, laid back activities, and not shoving your relationship in everyone’s faces on social media— especially coming from him.

You weren’t trying to prove to anyone that you two were in love. You actually preferred that so you didn’t make your relationship your entire personality.

And you honestly didn’t care whether you spent the entire day in bed cuddling lazily with Sunwoo, or if he decided to take you to the most lavish restaurant in town.

As long as Sunwoo was by your side, you couldn’t care less what you did with him. His presence alone was enough to satisfy your heart.

But your anxieties and trauma from past relationships always kept coming back to haunt you. Your head was a sick place to live in.

You didn’t want to be an overbearing girlfriend. At the end of the day, you two were each your own person, and there had to be a level of trust in this relationship.

Sunwoo knew about your past, as you opened up to him about shit you’ve dealt with.

He did his best to instantly reassure you that your past doesn’t define your future, and that he’d do his best to love you with all his being and be there for you in all aspects.

But you couldn’t contain that compressed feeling in your chest whenever he would go out to the lounge and always spent the night at one of his friend’s supposedly afterwards.

Or when you’ve seen him be a little too playful towards his female coworkers when you drop by his place of work every so often to deliver his lunch.

Or how you feel ignored and alone when you try to bring these feelings up to him. You really wanted to refrain from seeming like a toxic girlfriend. Overanalyzing and overthinking his every move and interaction.

But it was so fucking hard not to. Your painful emotions and negative beliefs stemming from past trauma seem to resurface.

Maybe you should learn to be a bit more trusting. Sunwoo isn’t like your exes.

But what if he is?

You should try to communicate with him more. But you feel like it’s an endless conversation because you have so much baggage.

You don’t think Sunwoo could rid of his natural flirtatiousness just for you, or avoid his friends.

He honestly doesn’t know what to do anymore. He’s reassured you one, two many times and he honestly doesn’t like being nagged at or seeing you lose your mind like this.

Maybe you could use time apart. And maybe he could learn to be a little less selfish and take into more consideration your feelings about his actions.

But he doesn’t.

Your throat feels tight and dry, feeling like you’re being swallowed whole from the negative thoughts that consume you.

It’s one of those nights where you feel the relationship anxiety is too much to handle.

You’re already in bed with Sunwoo. His mind is focused on the tv that’s playing, and your back is facing his body, curled up distantly in the corner under the covers with eyes staring into nothing.

You don’t even realize when you start crying. Hot tears pool your eyes and begin to fall out. Your breath shakes quietly and you can’t help but stir under the covers as you let your emotions get the best of you once again.

This is so common in the relationship at this point, almost like a routine. Sunwoo knows you have your moments like this and he never knows what to do anymore.

All he can bring himself to do is turn up the volume on the tv a bit, trying his best to ignore the way his heart pings at hearing your shaky breathing and quiet weeping.

Another sleepless night.

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When you wake the next morning, you feel the familiar front-form of Sunwoo’s body against your back, spooning you. His arms were wrapped around your stomach, holding your body securely against his own,

You honestly aren’t surprised that you ended up like this. No matter how upset, pissed, or alone you felt, you still managed to end up in his arms at some point throughout your sleep when you shared a bed together.

His soft snores fill your ears in the silent morning to greet you upon your wake.

Your eyes begin to water from the feeling of his embrace, tears once again falling down your cheeks.

Your hands that were resting next to your head go to wipe away your tears, but Sunwoo begins to stir at the feeling of your movement.

You bite your lip, hoping he doesn’t catch you crying again. You know he hears you when you cry occasionally at night, having grown familiar to it by now. But you crying in the morning before even having breakfast would be a bit ridiculous.

A moan leaves his throat at his sudden wake, and he stretches his legs for a couple seconds before craning his head to look at you.

Your hands covered your face in attempt to shield your current state, but he saw a tear fall down your chin.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Sunwoo sighs deeply, face softening while his hands go to reach for your own, pulling them down to reveal your face in full.

Your teary eyes meet his face, boring into his own eyes. Your mouth stayed tight while more tears came out, burning down your skin and falling onto your shirt as you meet his gaze.

You honestly didn’t know why you were crying now. Maybe cause’ he’s dealt with all your baggage and it seems like it’s a never-ending cycle of unpacking it. You’re putting him through a lot and he still is always right by your side.

You don’t want to drag this shit out any longer. You’re tired of fucking with his head and it’s breaking your heart to keep breaking his again.

Your insecurities, anxieties, and fucked up head are trying to ruin another relationship of yours. Are your feelings even valid? Should you still have these toxic feelings even after Sunwoo reassures you and still shows that he loves you?

You can’t do anything except roll over to where you’re now facing him, and burry yourself into his chest. Tears continue to fall, and you’re whimpering again, causing Sunwoo’s heart to crack and his own eyes start to get blurry from tears welding up.

“I’m sorry.” you apologized to him. For your constant breakdowns and getting in your head too much. You knew it was too much.

“I’m sorry, too.” his voice comes out shaky.

He kisses the top of your head as you nuzzle further into his arms. Sunwoo tries to blink away his tears but they’re starting to flood in his eyes. He doesn’t even know what he’s apologizing for.

For ignoring you and giving you space even though he probably shouldn’t have.

For playing with your feelings like an idiot when he goes out, and leaving you on delivered for hours.

For coming across as too friendly when he speaks to other girls, whether on purpose or not— who fucking knows.

And maybe you’d rather not know for sure.

You give yourself strength to pull away from his embrace, looking up at his own watery eyes that mirrored your own in holding so much weight and tiredness.

Without speaking further, your pupils trails down to his swollen lips from sleep. They dilate, in becoming entranced by how beautiful your boyfriend is, even when he looked exhausted.

You want nothing more than to just kiss him right now. To escape your heavy thoughts with the feeling of his lips against your own. Even if it’s just for a moment.

Your boyfriend doesn’t even have to hear you verbally express what you want, as he already knows what you want after every overwhelming night.

Your fingers combed through his messy black hair, fixing his bangs across his forehead and then going to rest on his nape.

He hums at the feeling, and leans into your face, enveloping his lips with your own. Each of your lips are soft, yet chapped and plump from sleeping.

Your fingers clutch his strands of hair gently, as the kissing develops into making out. You two go from laying on each of your sides, facing one another, to Sunwoo laying on his back with you straddling his lap.

The kisses grow more hungry and full of lust. Sunwoo is craving for your body to rest and dance against his own under the sheets. He nips at your bottom lip and lets his wet tongue in when you part your mouth.

Kisses become sloppy when his dominant hand slips its way under your (his) t-shirt, fingers grazing over the flesh of your tummy. His fingers reach up to the underside of your breasts, causing you to mewl and unconsciously grind down over his crotch.

You lose yourself under Sunwoo’s mind-numbing touches and continue to kiss him ferociously.

Your nails dig into his scalp and his other hand moves to cup your ass. He begins to grow hard at the feeling of your ass cheeks through your boy shorts. Fingers also dance over your exposed legs and rub your skin soothingly.

You could never refuse Sunwoo’s touches. Your body stuck to him immediately like glue, whether you were happy with him or not. He made your mind go crazy, both in good and bad ways.

You didn’t want another relationship of yours to fall apart. You refused to break up again. You didn’t want to break up with him. You loved him. Though, loving was never easy.

Utter ecstasy courses your body when you guys intertwine and succumb together like this.

You love when he kisses and cuddles and fucks you so good that you forget all the bullshit that lives in your head rent free, and all the negativity that comes with your relationship.

If one day, things between you two end up crashing and burning, you hope he’d never regret you and think fondly of what you two had.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ͙⁺˚*･

#ericscroptop #the boyz #the boyz imagines #kim sunwoo #tbz sunwoo #sunwoo imagines #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo scenarios #sunwoo #sunwoo angst #tbz angst #tbz fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop angst #Spotify

[annathesillyfriend]

Hey there! I hope summer is treating you well 🌞I am currently crying over the fact that I didnt get to see Lizzo at a festival 30 km away from me last week and that I won't see Harry tomorrow in Warsaw, so I decided to distract myself with making this list 😅 I hope that next time I'll be able to tell you that I menaged to get Taylor tickets, so please keep your fingers crossed for me 🥰

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌊JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌊

it's what you make it and and honey, i'll make it all okay by @seresinhangmanjake

↳ two-shot, part of oh, baby universe which is an amazing dad!jake series and you should totally give it a try

you're safe now and bite me by @seresinsweetie

↳ two-shot, 18+, enemies to friends to lovers, i want a weighted blanket for my birthday this year and by weighted blanket i mean jake seresin on top of me, please and thank you

crossing all the lines by @//seresinsweetie

↳ one-shot, 18+, not it's time for a rooster x hangman x reader threesome and it's as hot as it sounds 🥵

hungman by @ddejavvu

↳ one-shot, 18+, roommate!camboy!jake, do i have to say more? whenever i see Daisy's url on my dash, i drop everything i'm doing and go read, such a talented writer!

a love you don't find everyday by @//beccaanne814

↳ series, this story has kept me on my toes and then surprised me in the best way possible, amazing fic 💕

head on your chest, heart in your hands by @jupitercomet

↳ one-shot, soft!jake has a special place in my heart

same 'ol situation by @topguncortez

↳ one-shot, 18+, roommate!jake and it's so good!!

🌊BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌊

how could i forget by @roosterforme

↳ one-shot, I put this particular fic here because it was the first one I read in June but I recommend going through Emily's whole masterlist. I could go on and on about how talented she is 👏I start every single one of my days by reading one of her works. Like literally every day. Thank you for making my morning more bearable 💕

give me your hand and here is my heart by @sometimesanalice

↳ two-shot, 18+, this is a part of a bigger universe that I love with my whole being. please, do yourself a favour and go read it all!

hey, salior by @//sometimesanalice

↳ one-shot, 18+, i am YELLING

warm blood by @notroosterbradshaw

↳ one-shot, another phenomenal fic from another phenomenal author 👏👏 keep slaying!

home and viva la vegas by @honeysimagines

↳ two-shot, i read this like four times in the last month, my love for those fics is out of control

i'll guide you by @bradshawsbitch

↳ one-shot, 18+, i get dizzy and warm all over just by thinkign about this fic 👀

you left your name on my lips by @blurredcolour

↳ one-shot, beautiful fic!

love and loss by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one-shot, what a stunning piece. we all need this kind of support in our lives

if i knew it all then, would i do it again? by @ofstoriesandstardust

↳ one-shot, part of the same mistakes-verse which is a god tier series. this one left me speechless

i was supposed to sweat you out by @theharddeck

↳ one-shot, 18+, friends with benefits, simply delicious 👏👏

i think i love you by @thewulf

↳ one-shot, best friends to lovers, i loved this so very much

where do we go? by @thatlovinfeelin

↳ series, 18+, amazing fic, beautiful story!

salt air, and the rust on your door by @daniellarussoo

↳ one-shot, just a sweet little husband!bradly fic 😌

to love and be loved by @callsigncherub

↳ one-shot, i seriously debated jumping into the sea after reading this one

all consuming by @inklore

↳ one-shot, 18+, Lauren's back at it again with a bloody banger

🌊JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO🌊

a little bit of fun and it's not rotten work (not if it's you) by @sushiwriterhere

↳ two-shot, 18+, javy x reader x jake fics, this is just great, i love everything about those stories

the double negative effect by @beyondthesefourwalls

↳ one-shot, there are not enough javy fics out there so i cherish every single one i find, especially ones as good as this one!

training accident by @//foreverrandomwritings

↳ one-shot, another great javy story!

🌊ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌊

supernova by @laracrofted

↳ one-shot, 18+, bob x reader x pheonix threesome, a dream come true 😫

the worst date by @lovingperfectionsblog

↳ one-shot, love this one 💕

the wingman by @//roosterforme

↳ one-shot, 18+, okay we all aready know how much i adore Emily's work but i just had to put this one here cause bob needs all the love he can get!!

shut up and dance with me by @beccaanne814

↳ one-shot, man, the things i'd so for him to dance with me

sick day by @writingdumpster

↳ one-shot, bob's a little bit stuborn here but we're gonna let it slip just this once

girl in a coffee shop by @ohgodnotagainn

↳ one-shot, coffee shop!au, bob as a barista!!!! yes yes yes that all i need in life

🌊MICKEY ' FANBOY' GARCIA🌊

opposites attract by @foreverrandomwritings

↳ one-shot, husband!mickey and he's just so 🥺🥺

🌊STEVE HARRINGTON🌊

all the time by @bookshelf-dust

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers and fake dating -> ✨cheff's kiss✨

cardigan by @supernovafics

↳ one-shot, professor!steve x professor!reader, angst with happy ending, great work 👏

car kisses by @iridescentprose

↳ one-shot, there is just something so kissable about steve driving a car. i would, too, risk my life to pour some love on that man

this fic by @spicysix

↳ one-shot, being stuck in an elevator may not be an ideal situation but it's whole other thing when steve harrington is there with you

steve-o by @bettysupremacy

↳ one-shot, i just adore this steve

midnight love by @loveshotzz

↳ one-shot, 18+, fuck boy!steve but we fall for him anyway

this fic by @lovebugism

↳ one-shot, 18+, SO DAMN BLOODY GOOD i can't even

this fic by @forever-rogue

↳ one-shot, broke my heart and put it right back together

bad for ussiness by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ series, 18+, enemies to lovers is the superior trope and this fic is the perfect example, my favourite steve fic honestly

a good dream by @solarluvs

↳ one-shot, 18+, the fact that this will never happen to me in real life is just criminal

keep trying by @lilacletter

↳ one-shot, 18+, an obligatory baby making fic™, they just hit different

cool about it by @mysticmunson

↳ one-shot, if you feel like getting your heart broken, that's a fic for you :')

this love by @forevermoreharrington

↳ one-shot, 18+, a masterpiece really

🌊EDDIE MUNSON🌊

brain like a sieve by @munsster

↳ one-shot, AHHHHHHHHHH is all i have to say on this 😅

sunscreen and chlorine and blue raspberry syrup by @eiightysixbaby

↳ two-shot, 18+, lifeguard!eddie, perfect summer read, just like ice cream on a hot day 🙌

something like this by @taintedcigs

↳ one-shot, a good old truth or dare fic, just what we all love

love me tender by @oneforthemunny

↳ one-shot, 18+, janitor!eddie x teacher!reader, what a stunning piece of work that is 🥺

hot rod by @shamevillain

↳ one-shot, 18+, you will need a shower after reading this 🥵

🌊RHETT ABBOTT🌊

right where i want you by @//sushiwriterhere

↳ one-shot, 18+, sort of enemies to lovers, i am so normal about this 🙂

hell on heels (part 2) by @strawhbrrries

↳ two-shot, 18+, that bloody cowboy will send us all straight to hell

wildflower, widefire by @sebsxphia

↳ series, 18+, the perfect balance between sweet and sexy 😌😌

the ferris wheel by @lewmagoo

↳ one-shot, i just wanna share funnel cake with rhett abbott, is that too much to ask???

invisible string by @wkndwlff

↳ one-shot, 18+, BEAUTIFUL 😭😭

#anna's fic recs #fic recs #june 2023 fic recs #top gun fic recs #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reaer #stranger things fic recs #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader

[wh0re4women]

Exam Season. (Larissa Weems X Reader.) SFW

Summary: Reader is overworking herself due to upcoming exams and Larissa tries to step in — it doesn’t go well. (but it ends well.)

Warnings: lack of sleeping / eating / drinking (possible TW), overworking oneself, student (18+) x teacher, angst with some comfort at the end. <3

Exam season — the few months where you would be cooped up in your room, studying research papers, revising notes and creating ridiculous amounts of flash cards as if your life depended on it. Well, it sort of did.

To be fair, the months passed by extremely rapidly. So much so, that you'd even be inclined to say that you may not have had quite enough time to study.

Larissa would be the first to disagree with that statement.

For the past few weeks, the woman could just about bet her entire life's savings on the idea that every lunch hour, you could most certainly be found lounging on the grass outside of Nevermore, a block of papers stacked in front of you as you twirled a piece of your hair, intensely focusing. And when it came to dinner time, you'd once again be discovered with a pen in between your fingers as you sprawled out onto a surface in your bedroom.

Larissa has found you on your bed, and under it (that was a very tiresome day), behind your door, by the window and upside down on your couch, always reading never-ending books.

It's not that the Principal was complaining. Not at all — you were her star student. However Larissa, your girlfriend, could occasionally be caught complaining. Because although you were always taking exceptional care of your school work, you lacked in taking care of yourself in turn at times. Exam season was one of those times.

Larissa would catch you awake at ungodly hours whenever she was on night duty; she never sensed your presence at extracurricular activities (not if they weren't mandatory or graded) and you were never to be seen in the cafeteria when it called for it. To put it simply, the tall blonde believed you were too hard on yourself, never knowing just when to take a break.

So as the evening rolled around and Larissa strutted through the halls of Nevermore, routinely making her way towards the dinner room, she once again found herself scoping the expanse of the building, searching for your being. She wasn't surprised when, after fifteen minutes, the cafeteria had settled down and you were still nowhere to be found.

No, she wasn't surprised. Just disappointed.

The Principal then decided that she had let quite enough slide — she wasn't going to sit back and watch you exhaust yourself to the point of no return.

The stroll to your room was brisk, her heels echoing in a repetitive rhythm as Larissa racked her brain for what she could say that would have a profound enough impact on you, hoping that it would change the way that you prioritise certain tasks and neglect others. The crescendo of the Principals heels came to an abrupt halt as she paused in front of your door, knocking twice.

"[y/n]? It's Principal Weems."

There was a lack of response.

Larissa convinced herself to wait. She knocked again. She waited. She bit her lip, shifted from foot to foot, clasped her hands together. Waited.

The Principal was a worrier — she worried especially hard considering you didn’t have a roommate. Larissa definitely wasn't going to leave without checking in on you, so she tested the handle. The door was unlocked; the tall blonde carefully pressed her fingers onto the wood, pushing it open just enough for her to peak her head in.

There you were, this time at your desk, head nodding in repetition as you mumbled a string of formulas over and over. Your hand was wildly flailing across white paper, ink gradually covering the page. Larissa sighed. How could she ever be disappointed with you? It was entirely impossible. Sure, she felt frustrated and helpless at times. But just the mere sight of you had her swooning, an adoring smile blossoming on her face as all preceding negative thoughts and feelings dissipated.

The Principal softly stepped into the room, tactically guiding the door back into its frame as to not startle you. She took a second, before quietly sauntering in your direction as she cleared her throat.

You didn't react.

"[y/n], darling," Larissa tried as she paused in front of your desk. You hummed in response, acknowledging her presence but too enthralled in your work to let your focus wander. Your first exam was two days away and Larissa understood, more than anybody else, how important that was to you. However, it was still not too important for you to not take adequate care of yourself — Larissa needed to get that across to you, even if she felt hesitant to upset you.

"[y/n]. Can we talk, darling?"

You hummed again.

"Properly — Can we talk properly?" The Principals voice rose a few syllables.

Before you could rudely brush the tall woman off again with a hum, Larissa guided your pen out of your cramped hand, finally grasping your full attention as you looked up at her in annoyance and surprise.

"Hey! I need that!"

"And I need to speak with you," Larissa fired back.

"Well, can it wait? I'm in the middle of something important," you huffed before pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to cool down (and soothe your pounding headache, though you’d never admit that to Larissa.)

Poor girl, the Principal thought. Dealing with handfuls of disobedient students a day and then bickering with you right after, could often be confusing for Larissa and she made it a habit to remind herself that you were not just an insolent student, you were her hardworking, intelligent, brilliant girlfriend.

The older woman rounded your desk, crouching down beside your chair so she was eye-level with you, "Hey, take a deep breath, darling."

You side-eyed the Principal in fury, convinced she was attempting to rile you up, as every time she opened her mouth, you inched closer and closer to tearing your hair out. Nevertheless, you did as she asked, not being able to disobey whenever the blonde was so gentle and patient with you. Larissa didn't deserve your frustration — she wasn't the cause of it.

"Good girl," the tall woman softly praised, finally rising from her crouched position. Her heels tapped along the wooden floors before silencing as she perched onto the edge of your desk, looking down at you with crossed arms.

You raised an eyebrow, "What did you want to talk about, 'Rissa? I'm busy."

"Yes, I know, darling. So busy that you're neglecting yourself again, aren't you?" Larissa cockily replied and you dramatically sighed, slumping back in your seat.

It was one of your only flaws, but it was certainly your greatest — you were stubborn as a rock.

"I'm not doing this with you again."

"What have you eaten today, [y/n]?" Larissa cleverly continued, "Have you drank any water? When was the last time you slept more than three hours?"

A blanket of silence fell upon the room and you avoided Larissa's burning gaze, afraid that your eyes would tell her everything. Though there wasn't anything you could say that she didn't already know.

The Principal sighed, "I'm not here to attack you—"

"It certainly feels that way."

"Well, in that case, I apologise," the red-lipped woman stated, "However, we've had this conversation many times before, darling. I know that deep down you don't blame me for my concern."

Your focus fell upon the scatter of papers that painted your desk. Maybe Larissa was right — you weren't even aware of the time, or when the last hot meal you ate was. You remembered being thirsty that morning but you had told yourself you'd take a break in thirty minutes — those thirty minutes never came. Hours ago, your spine had felt like it was being torn out of your back with pliers. Now, it was a dull ache, just like everything else.

"Darling—"

"What?" You spat and it came out harsher than intended. There was a second where Larissa looked taken aback. You suddenly felt furious with yourself, in turn unconsciously taking your anger out on her in your sleep deprived state. "Leave me alone, will you? Go annoy somebody else."

You snatched your pen back up, finding the piece of paper you had been writing on and continuing solving yet another impossible equation as Larissa gathered herself together. She bit down her clever remarks, swallowed the lump in her throat and brushed the singular tear from the corner of her eye. The door closed sharply when she left.

As the sun began to rise, hours and hours later, the beaming light started aggravating your vision, hitting your iris just right. Only then did it dawn on you, as you shifted your back to the window and your eyes focused on the clock on the wall, that you had been studying for twenty-four hours straight. Your eyes were red raw, itchy and droopy as you wobbled up from your chair, stretching and wincing at the pull of your stiff muscles.

You sauntered across your bedroom with a slight limp as your body gradually got used to moving again. Just as you were about to reach for your phone as it remained charging on your nightstand, it lit up. Twenty three messages, all from Larissa.

Larissa — god, she must’ve been so upset with you. You’d practically spat in her face and kicked her out of the door.

You abandoned all previous plans of taking a shower and napping, rushing out of your room with urgency. Thankfully, it was too late (or early) for anybody to be roaming the halls, so you could freely sprint through the building without distraction, panting once you’d reached Larissa’s office.

Two desperate knocks punctuated on the Principals door, drawing Larissa’s attention as she cosied up by her fireplace with a crossword puzzle in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. She barely had the chance to lazily sing ‘come in’ before you flung the door open.

“Darling girl—“

“I’m so sorry, ‘Rissa…”

The blonde shoved her magazine aside and you darted into her open arms in relief, fingers twisting into her satin sleep-shirt. You didn’t wonder why she was still awake — you already knew. Larissa cared too deeply; she could never sleep knowing you were possibly upset with her.

“Ssh, you’re forgiven already, darling. I’m not cross with you,” Larissa hushed as she pressed her lips to the top of your head, absentmindedly rocking you in her arms. “That being said, we need to talk.”

Tearing away from her warmth with dread building in your stomach, you looked up into her cool blues, listening intently this time. Like she always deserved.

“I’m worried about you, [y/n],” the blonde started. “You haven’t slept a wink in days, darling — there’s bags under your eyes to prove it. You don’t socialise with any of your classmates anymore and— Do you even remember the last time you ate a proper meal?”

“I haven’t had the time—“

“There’s always time to nourish your body,” Larissa insisted.

You looked down into your lap, “Not today, there wasn’t.”

“Then make time.”

You bit your lip, nodding in understanding as Larissa made quite a compelling point. Disappointing your lover felt like the worst punishment — Larissa knew that as well as you did. So when you sheepishly looked up, a small unsure smile playing on your lips, Larissa knew the worst part was already over.

“…Did you leave me any dinner?”

The Principal blew out a soft breath, a reassuring smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, “There’s stir fry in the microwave, darling.”

You wrapped your arms around Larissa’s neck, squeezing her in a thankful embrace, whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘thank you’ spilling from your lips.

#larissa weems x reader #mine #wednesday fic #larissa weems x you #principal weems x reader #larissa x reader #fic

[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 13

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning: sexual content

⇢ [AO3 link] ; [series masterlist] ; [previous] ; [next]

“So do they like… Kiss each other and stuff, also?” My brother asks me under the soft material of the blanket the two of us are huddled under, the fleece thrown over both of our shoulders.

I loudly slurp at my instant ramen before answering, the flavorful broth of the soup it was cooked in messily spraying itself over my lips. Laughter resounds around the mouthful of food when I process the question he asks, my brother smirking in amusement as he brings a thumb up to lightly wipe the liquid off. 

“Pfft! No, just me. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if they did! But they fight all the time, so… Who knows?” I bring the pair of plastic chopsticks in my hand back into the hot metal pot between the both of us, fishing for another lump of noodles to chew on. 

Stan and I opted to eat our midnight snack directly from the container we cooked it in as we almost always do, the both of us usually too lazy to bring out more dishes to separate the food between us. The living room is dark with only multicolored lights dousing our figures in brightness, the television turned on in front of us. 

“Hmm.” He hums at my answer as his eyes lazily flicker at the moving images being projected, the anime we decided to put on providing us entertainment for the night. 

My eyes distractedly follow the rising steam getting emitted from our food, slowly wafting up as it disappears in a seamless transition into the darkness around us. The gentle murmuring of the show playing provides a dull background noise to my thoughts.

“... I’m sorry for not telling you about it right away.” I silently say into the space between us, the guilt still consuming me even with my brother back at my side and finally talking to me again. 

Stan is quiet for a moment and I’m patient—whether he answers me or not. “No, don’t apologize. Don’t ever apologize if you didn’t do anything wrong. Haven’t I taught you not to do that?” My eyebrows slightly crease in confusion at his words before his arms reach out to wrap themselves around my shoulders, bringing my body close to his chest. 

There’s a pained expression on his face as he mumbles onto the crown of my head, “... I’m sorry you felt like you had to keep it a secret from me. It hurts to know that I wasn’t the safe haven I’ve always tried to be for you as your big brother, as your other half. It was never my intention to make you feel like you couldn’t tell me anything, that you’d be scared of my reaction.”

My brother's voice drops even lower and despite our close proximity, it’s hard to hear his next words. “… I felt like a failure, N/N. It was humiliating to find out with the rest of the guys, to find out that Kyle knew but not me.”

His eyes clench shut in deep regret for making me feel the need to hide things from him and my hand quickly shoots out to tightly grasp onto the fabric adorning his frame, his shirt soft under my fingertips. “No! No, please don’t think that. Please. This has nothing to do with your ability as my sibling because you’re the best big brother anyone can ever ask for. I’m so lucky to have been born as your sister and I wouldn’t trade this life for a different one, ever.”

When he doesn’t say anything more to my words, I wrap both of my arms around his waist to hug him back. “I understand how this might make you feel and the implications of me not telling you might be, but you’ve got it all wrong. I was only scared because you mean so much to me. I could give less of a shit as to what anyone else says to me about the things I do, but you? Your opinion matters so much to me. I’d be devastated if you thought any less of me, Stan. I love you so much that the idea of you harboring any kind of negative feelings of disgust, disappointment, shame—anything towards me, just tears me apart from the inside.”

My heart weeps at the hurt I’ve inflicted onto my brother, my hushed whispering desperate to convey my feelings. “You don’t have any idea on how much of a pedestal I put you on. We’re only a few minutes apart but I not only admire you so much, but everything that you are and do for me. It’s crazy when you think about the timeline of human history because I could’ve been born in the 1920’s or living my life in the 70’s and you in the 50’s. I often think about how I'm so incredibly lucky that I got to exist at the same time as you, much less as your twin sister. Because really, what are the odds of being born with someone else like that? I love you so much, Stan and I’m so, so sorry for making you feel this way.”

No one says anything for a while before his arms tighten their hold around my frame. His voice is soft, so low as he tells me, “I want you to know that I’m here for you no matter what, always. It doesn’t matter what it is or the consequences that may come with it, I’ll always be there by your side. Yeah, we’re twins which means I get overprotective when it comes to my baby sister. But before anything else, you’re also my best friend, you know? I may get angry or upset but that doesn’t change the fact that I’d help you bury a dead body or something, regardless of what I was feeling. I’d never let my temporary emotions dictate permanent decisions when it comes to you, ever.”

“Even more than Kyle?” My voice is wobbly and thick with tears, my brother fondly snickering at his cry baby little sister and my childish competitiveness. 

“Of course, you don’t even have to ask. From the womb to the tomb, right?”

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“Please!” Ike whines, his smaller arms wrapped around my shoulders from behind the chair I was currently sitting on in the dining room. 

“Leave us alone, Ike. We already have to babysit you, let us finish our homework.” Kyle doesn’t take away his eyes from studiously writing onto the worksheet in front of him, his eyebrows creased in intense concentration.

The curly haired teen and I were originally supposed to meet at Tweek’s cafe to get some assignments done together, that is until Aunt Sheila got called into work for an emergency. When the Jewish red head rang me to inform me of the last minute change to our plans, his brother loudly demanded for me to come over in the background.

“I pinky promise we can play when we’re done, okay? We can do whatever you want and I’ll even make you a snack. My time is all yours once this is finished, I won’t even go home until you’re tucked away in bed and fast asleep.” I softly placate the younger one and his temper, flashing him a reassuring smile. He tightens his limbs around me one last time before letting his hold go with a sigh.

The ravenette sticks out his tongue at his brother before swiping my cell phone from the corner of the wooden structure, plopping himself down onto one of the chairs across from us. I’ve always allowed the younger to use my phone whenever he wants to, most of the apps on my mobile device being games that he's downloaded for when he gets bored.

He rolls his eyes when he sees Kyle eyeing him in warning due to an incident that occurred several years ago. The younger Broflovski got a stern talking to from Uncle Gerald when he began to ignorantly make in-app purchases without my knowledge.

“Ew. Why do you have stinky Kenny and stupid Craig as your lock screen? Wait. Why do you have them as your lock screen AND home screen?!”

“Ah…” Kyle and I exchange an awkward glance, my eyes widening as I motion my head for him to take the reins in offering an explanation. He’s your brother, my eyes silently convey.

He rolls his emerald orbs, a pained expression on his face for having to clarify the unconventional relationship to his younger sibling. “They’re N/N’s boyfriends.”

“Which one?” The elementary schooler asks in irritation, furiously swiping at all of the pictures of Kenny in my digital album. The photogenic blonde has formed a habit of taking a multitude of selfies on my phone whenever I’m not looking—bonus points if he gets Craig in it too before the ravenette pushes him away.

“… Both of them.” The elder Broflovski squints his eyes, watching the younger of the two invasively go through my phone for further evidence of our relationship. 

“What! But you were supposed to marry me when I got older! Don't you remember, N/N? When I asked you and Cartman said that you should accept because that was the last time you'd be hearing those words from another human being in this lifetime?” His eyes are wide at the information, his fingers momentarily stuttering to a stop as his disbelieving face looks at the both of us.

I roll my eyes at the reminder of Cartman's constant amusement at my nonexistent love life (he knows the boys and my brother wouldn't allow it, but whatever—now I have two boyfriends while his fatass is all alone!). Kyle just snorts at his brother’s childish dreams, the wishful thinking subtly painting his next words in an indiscreet chuckle.

“You’re too young for her, Ike.” But to no avail, the ravenette’s eyebrows just further creases.

“Sorry little bud, but two’s already a handful. I’m not sure if I can handle three.” I softly smile in affection as I ruffle the tufts of black on his head. 

I keep my body leant over the table, comically bringing a hand to cup around my mouth to whisper in conspiracy to him. “And I wouldn’t want them to get jealous of you. It wouldn’t be fair to pit you against them.”

“Ugh!” His tiny body slumps in exasperation despite my words, causing half of his face to be obscured from our view, hidden by the wooden edge of the dining table.

“You can’t, N/N. You just can’t! You were supposed to marry Kyle so we can be official siblings by law!” I loudly laugh at the younger Broflovski’s words for changing his initial stance, trying to grasp whatever remaining straws he could to keep me in the family. 

His indignation is endearing as I know that he’d absolutely despise it if his older brother dated me after years of being possessive whenever I came over. It never went away when he was a toddler despite his parents insisting that it was just a phase, much like a baby refusing to share their favorite toy.

I stand to my full height and lazily stretch the kinks out of my body before picking up the moping Ike, his head burrowing into my neck as I walk towards the kitchen. Softly, I plant a small yet reassuring kiss into the soft locks of hair adorning the crown of his head. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s go make that snack, yeah?”

I smile into his hair, affection filling me to the core at the fact that the ravenette didn’t seem to care about the number of people romantically involved with me. And if I decided to add extra chocolate syrup to his ice cream sundae as thanks, only Ike would know.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

My lack of vision enhances the rest of my senses, twin pairs of hands holding onto my own and settling onto my lower back to guide my walking form. When I register the sound of water falling, my eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

A waterfall..? 

We hadn’t walked that far from when the boys decided to ambush and kidnap me from the video games I was playing with Kyle and my brother. This causes my thoughts to wander and shoot theories in rapid fire, trying to form ideas as to where they're taking me. To my knowledge, there wasn't a location like this close to town and that information was a sure fact after going on adventures with the boys throughout our adolescence.

When the soft material of my makeshift blindfold comes off, my eyes sparkle in utter excitement after they adjust to the sudden brightness of the scenery before me. The fragrant smell of flowers strongly engulfs my entire senses, the boys having taken me to the Enchanted Garden we used to sneak into as kids during our fantasy role-play of elves versus humans. Cartman was especially notorious for getting into fights with the old man whose backyard we’re currently in whenever he got caught (his heavy body made his footsteps loud, always making it easy to hear him).

The sound that caught my attention comes from both a fountain of water made of gray marble and a mini waterfall perched high against stacked rocks. We’re surrounded by a colorful assortment of flowers and the vibrant green of well-taken care of grass and trees—their colors so vivid, as if in technicolor despite the inky darkness surrounding us. The white gazebo in the center of the garden has overgrown vines beautifully curling around the lattice of its material and I notice that the boys have added their own flourish, adorning the wood with beautiful fairy lights. 

The warmth of the gentle yellow they radiate cascades down like sparkling glitter onto the picnic they set up inside the structure, a careful assortment of snacks and pillows over a large blanket. I can see from my peripherals a pretty bouquet of my favorite flowers next to a charcuterie board, my mind quickly wondering how on earth they got their hands on one as artistically adorned with crackers, meat, cheese, and fruits as this one.

There’s faint music coming in from the old portable radio that Kenny used for our first date to the drive-in, and surrounding the site are a various assortment of tealight candles. They only add to the comforting ambiance of the current illuminance, their flickering embers casting dancing shadows around the area.

I notice that from my standing position, there’s a trail of flower petals leading me to the area of surprise and for a moment it feels like I’ve stopped breathing, at a loss of breath at the effort the boys went through for me. My hand is shaky as I bring it up to my mouth, desperately willing myself to not cry again because it's felt like that's all the boys have seen me do these past few weeks.

A large hand lightly places itself onto my lower back, Craig presenting me with a small smile and a soft chuckle at my watery eyes. Kenny gently grabs onto one of my hands as they guide me with a walk around the whole garden to admire its beauty.

The blonde playfully hand feeds me the food they brought, mimicking those famous paintings of people offering vines flourished with grapes to the mouths of Greek Gods, albeit in a more sultry way. Craig is quick to admonish him about his supposedly bad hygiene and pulls me away from the teen so that I don’t get sick.

Kenny pouts at the distrust before he gently hefts my body up, our shadows joining those inflicted from the fire of the candles as we dance to the tunes of 80’s nostalgia. Our chests softly rise up and down when we lay to join the ravenette, my hands tightly linked with both of theirs as we stare up at the stars greeting us tonight.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“Can my pretty girl grab the sparkling apple cider from the picnic basket, please?” Kenny adorably asks, a wide grin crossing his features.

I playfully roll my eyes at the blonde for weaponizing his cuteness before I softly smile in fondness, reaching for the basket to the side. The wicker of the bag feels rigid yet smooth against my fingers as I prop the lid open, my entire body freezing at the contents inside of it.

Because there, in the middle of the otherwise empty wooden container, is a small box covered in a soft black velvet with a white bow carefully wrapped around it. My hands tremble when I slowly reach out for it and once the object is comfortably lying on the top of my palms, I look at the boys with wide eyes as they smile at me with affection.

No fucking way...

“Go on, open it.” Craig softly encourages me from the side, his voice hushed as he tucks stray locks of my hair behind my ear.

What greets me is a beautiful ring, the silver band adorned by a simple heart shaped gem. It looks similar to that of a wedding ring with the way that the translucent stone is rather large in appearance and the main focal point of the jewelry. It's simple but cute—it's perfect.

My lips are slightly parted as my breaths come out in short yet quick puffs, my vision blurring from the build up of emotions that the gift has bestowed upon me. Kenny gently grasps onto the metal piece from my hold as he slides it to my ring finger on my left hand, my body slightly shaking in his soft caress.

Once properly on, the blonde makes eye contact with me as he slowly brings my smaller hand to his face. His lips are soft as they graze my now decorated finger, his voice gentle.

“Happy one month, my love. We hope you like your promise ring.” 

Ah, I now realize their intentions with extravagantly surprising me here tonight.

A sob rips through my throat, tears of happiness rapidly cascading down my cheeks once they could no longer hold themselves back any longer. My eyes are still on the large rock on my finger, fixated on the physical commitment of love and the material promise of a future together. 

Craig softly chuckles at my crying face, mumbling a low cute as he brings a hand to cradle my cheek. His thumb lightly wipes away the wetness from my skin before he brings his face close to mine, pressing a tender kiss to the skin of my forehead.

“I know in most relationships, this would be considered stupidly early. But our love isn’t like most. And well, you’re all that we’ve ever known since we were kids. So to us, it just feels like an official label got placed because this love has always been here. It has always existed and it has never changed. And this promises that it won’t, not ever and definitely not for the worse. You’re the only one for us and this is a physical reminder to you of our loyalty and devotion.” He mumbles against me, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into my sticky cheek.

Kenny grabs onto my shoulder as I continue to cry, bringing me to his chest and wrapping his arms around me. He playfully wails when the ravenette glares at him for taking me away from his hold. “My love, my light, the person I hold dearly to my heart—don’t cry!” 

When he looks down at me, his tone of voice changes as he softly coos when I hiccup against his shirt. His hands soothingly run through locks of my hair as he kisses the crown of my head, a smile on his face from my tearful appreciation.

And all I can muster up at this moment are the feelings that I’m most confident of in my heart, so sure in its meaning and the people it’s for. My voice shakes but is certain in its message, in the emotions it conveys.

I love you.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

When I finally calm down and happily munch away on our food, Kenny pulls out his cellphone in order to take a selfie to post on his Coonstagram story to commemorate our date. I warmly grin up to the camera with a peace sign next to my head before the blonde turns his body to face my own, a cute pout on his face.

“No, N/N! You’re supposed to show the promise ring we got you!”

I fiercely blush at his words, the demand making me stutter. “Wha-no! That’s too much, Ken! I don't want to rub it into anyone's faces!”

He rolls his eyes at me, his cellphone on standby with his camera app still open. “Not obviously, duh. Pretend you’re tucking your beautiful hair behind your ear, or something. Just subtly angle your hand so that it catches the light and shows!”

No one even knows about us except for the boys but that's besides the point, I think in indignation at my own embarrassment as I immaturely pout to myself.

“Such a fucking attention whore…” Craig mumbles around a grape he pops into his mouth, his eyes off to the side to look at a curious squirrel passing through.

“Fuck off, asshole. If I have a smokin’ hot girlfriend then I’m gonna show her off to the world—her beauty deserves to be paraded! This is the kind of thing that can end wars!” The blonde is passionate in his speech, his unoccupied hand clenched into a tight fist as his eyes brightly light up in enthusiasm.

“So… For clout?” The ravenette disinterestedly says as he reaches out for a pretzel next, a smirk on his face and clear challenge shining through his eyes as he riles the other male up.

“No, Tucker. Not for fucking clout!” Kenny slams his phone onto the hard deck of the gazebo in indignation and I wince, worried about his already horribly cracked screen. 

He huffs before immediately changing his expression to take a picture and smiles when he deems it satisfactory, his fingers quickly darting along the broken glass on his device. I snicker over his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his body from behind as he captions the picture: when ur circle is small but y’all are crazy :P

“If I want to show everyone she’s mine, I’d do it in an entirely different method.” The stoic teen has a slight quirk on his lips as they move around his deep yet husky words, the ravenette roughly wrapping his arms around my waist to pull my body onto his lap. 

Craig immediately latches his mouth onto the column of my neck, his tongue quickly darting out to wet the expanse of flesh he has access to before I loudly whimper at the sharp feel of his teeth breaking skin. He’s quick to sooth the area of abuse with a wet kiss and another hot swipe before he has my breaths coming out quick and short at the harsh suction of his mouth.

Only Craig Tucker can take me off guard and literally take my breath away, Lord have mercy.

A large hand comes up under my shirt, cool fingers and rings against warm skin eliciting a chain reaction of goosebumps to appear along my entire body. Unlike his mouth, the ravenette takes his time with slowly trailing his fingers along my sides higher and higher, until they skim against the underwire of my bra. 

The teen’s unoccupied hand comes up from behind my back to deftly unhook the offending material, letting it fall from my body. After the removal, another one roughly massages one of the mounds of flesh on my chest and my breath sharply hitches in my throat as his fingers come around to softly pinch at the sensitive nub of my nipple. One of my hands reaches out to hold onto his wrist, squeezing at the enthusiastic onslaught the usually apathetic ravenette is inflicting in two places at once out of seemingly nowhere.

Kenny lazily lounges against the pillows around us as he watches, my eyes mesmerized as I watch the bright red of a strawberry held in his long fingers get engulfed into soft pink. His lips are tantalizing as they wrap around the fruit, his crystal eyes shining in amusement as he leans his larger body over mine. 

The blonde takes his time in bringing our faces together before he uses his tongue to push the tender piece of fruit into my own mouth, both of our tongues dancing around the sweetness as he dominates our kiss. When we separate, he keeps our foreheads together as he brings two fingers against my lips. His slender digits apply slight pressure before they get engulfed into my mouth as I instinctively swallow around his fingers and the strawberries he just fed me. 

Without removing the point of contact between his hands and me, he takes his time in lightly dragging his slicked fingers down from my face to the column of my neck. His other hand pushes up the rest of my shirt as he continues to trail his digits down until they come around my other breast. Craig removes his hands when the blonde gives attention to that area, using his now free hands to tug at the material of my shirt off of my frame.

As Kenny works his hand on the recently abandoned mound, his other mouth latches itself around the neglected side of my chest and I loudly wail at the wet heat and the teasing scrape of his teeth. He wetly mouths further down against my skin, alternating between dragging his tongue against the length of my body and sucking down against me. 

He leaves a wet trail around blossoming shades of a mixture of deep red and vivid purple, marking his way and further claiming me as his own. The blonde hooks his fingers around the belt loops of my jeans, tugging at the coarse material until my legs are relinquished of their hold. When his mouth finally makes it to the fabric covering my heat, he teases me as he licks against the thin barrier between the two of us.

All the sensations I’m currently feeling are overwhelming my body, my nerves alight in a fiery heat. My hands shoot out to tightly hold onto the blanket underneath my body in an attempt to ground myself, my head overloaded with everything I’m feeling at once. I keep myself tethered to my surroundings as I force myself to follow along with the current melody playing around us, the lyrics profound as I listen to their words.

You know that I’m falling and I don’t know what to say

I’ll speak a little louder, I’ll even shout

You know that I’m proud and I can’t get the words out

“I wanna be with you everywhere.” The blonde hotly sings along, mouthing along every curve and dip of my form as if it was his own religion that he was worshiping—as if memorizing my temple of a body and committing it to his memory.

His fingers lightly trail themselves up against my thighs, so agonizingly slow before he softly tugs off the lace of my underwear. The blonde’s attractive face hovers over my body, his dark eyes watching my flushed expression. The hot breath of air that gets let out when he chuckles at the wrecked sight of me hits my slicked skin and a loud sob catches onto my throat from the desperation filling me to its core.

The sound that got caught in my throat gets savagely released into a high pitched wail when his tongue slowly drags itself over my weeping folds, his lips wrapping around that specific small bundle of nerves to lightly suck at it. One of his hands comes up to rest itself against my bucking hips to force my body down, his eyes never leaving my face as he smugly watches the reactions he invokes.

The blonde’s tongue teases my entrance, circling around it and exerting slight pressure that’s not quite enough. My slightly parted lips open wider to whine before the ravenette behind me forces two fingers into my mouth, immediately silencing my words of complaint.

“You don’t want to be a bad girl, right? Because bad girls don’t get to cum.” Craig hoarsely says from behind me and I’m drunk in pleasure as I clumsily jerk my head into a nod against his shoulder.

I harshly suck on his fingers, the wet sound erotic and crude. His voice is both deep and husky behind my ear, commanding in the firmness of his tone and the authority it holds.

The ravenette sounds absolutely wrecked, lust fiercely drowning his words. "Good girl. Just be patient, okay? You don't have to worry your pretty little head off. All you need to do is relax and enjoy—we'll take care of you."

A moan rips through my throat as Kenny begins to fuck me with his tongue, one of my hands shooting out to harshly grab onto a field of blonde hair. He deeply chuckles at my rough treatment, the vibrations sending a jolt of searing heat into my core. My erratic breathing has gotten so loud, drowning out the sounds of the music playing in the background as I can feel the steadily increasing pressure in my lower abdomen build up. 

But before the growing bundle of nerves can find their much needed release, the cold air of the night harshly hits my hot core and I wail at the loss of contact from the blonde. His azure eyes bore deep into my form as his tongue lazily works on cleaning up the area around his lips, the area slicked wet from his previous ministrations and from my body’s enthusiastic response.

Kenny kisses me and I can taste myself on him before both boys level the playing field as they strip themselves from their clothes, switching positions as they throw various garments of material carelessly onto the floor. When Craig settles in front of me, his hands roughly grabs onto my waist to flip me over onto my stomach.

The ravenette’s larger hand settles itself under my lower stomach, gently pushing it up to command an arch to my back. The new position washes me in a feeling of intense excitement as I settle myself on my forearms, my body compliant to anything the boys wanted to do with me. 

The teen behind me settles a fluffy cushion underneath my abdomen for comfort before pulling his hand away and I feel my lips curve into a fond smile at the caring gesture. The grin quickly gets knocked out of my face when I sharply inhale at the feeling of his length glide over my heat.

Craig takes his time in collecting the wetness from my folds to lightly tease at my skin, making the motion seamless from the natural lubricant. My eyes are creased shut at the sensation before a hand grabs at my chin, angling my head up to look at the smirking blonde above me.

Kenny looks absolutely mesmerizing from this angle, his sweat-slicked skin creating an ethereal glow to his handsome face. The sheen inflicted from our activity further accentuates his firm body, highlighting his slender yet toned form. My attention get interrupted from my admiration of the tantalizing sight as he pumps himself a few times before directing his hard member to my lips, my mouth obediently opening up for him.

He softly groans as he lightly rocks his hips into the hot cavern of my mouth, his hand sliding to the back of my head as he collects all of my loose hair into one hand and away from my face. His grip gets tighter at the eager suction of my mouth, my lips forcing out a moan around the blonde at the slight pain the tugging deliciously feels.

My tongue rubs along the vein running along the underside of his heavy length, my wet muscle alternating between that and swirling itself around his tip. What doesn't fit in my mouth, my hand is quick to tend to the neglected area as it wraps around his remaining girth.

The blonde’s other hand comes up to softly cradle at my red cheek, his thumb soothingly running along at the warm skin. Heavy breathing and small curses of fuck and holy shit’s escape from his parted lips as I hold eye contact with Kenny’s azure orbs, my nerves alight in fire at the extreme pleasure I was providing him with just my mouth.

He smiles at my eagerness to please for my first time as his breathy moans accompany his steady stream of words of praise. He commends my actions with fond eyes, encouraging everything I do.

I loudly moan around the blonde when I feel the blunt head of Craig's member exerting slight pressure at my entrance, his body shallowly fucking his way in as my body slowly eases at the intrusion. He’s careful to not hurt me, allowing my body to command the pace of how much it takes him in and when. The ravenette is patient, his hands on my waist rubbing his thumbs at my sweat-slicked skin and peppering soft kisses in encouragement along the length of my back.

“You’re doing good, babe. Just take your time, the night is all yours.” He mumbles against my skin.

When he finally bottoms out, he keeps his form still as he allows my body to adjust to his length. He doesn’t move until I press my hips against his more firmly in clear want, the motion flipping a switch that sees merciless pounding.

“Fuck, look at you. So pretty just for us, hm?” Kenny says as Craig drills deeper into me, interchanging the motions of his hips to different paces of speed to find out which one makes me the loudest. 

When nothing but frantic moans of pleasure escapes my mouth, the ravenette stops his ministrations with expectant eyes.

“That’s not good enough, beautiful. You know that I need to hear you say it. For who, N/N?” Craig dedicates this break to pressing wet kisses against my spine, his hands tightening their grip on my waist in dominant warning.

“For you! For you and Kenny! Only for you two!” I babble around the blonde’s girth, desperation consuming my entire being for the ravenette to continue.

“Good—no one else will do for you after us. We’ll make sure that all your body will crave is Kenny and I after tonight.” He rewards my words by placing a hand onto my lower abdomen, slightly exerting pressure and I whimper at the sensation the actions cause. It feels like I can feel his length inside of me more, the awareness making me feel dizzy at the onslaught of sensations everywhere around me. 

“You like that?” Craig speaks up from behind me again when my head starts to drop in overwhelming ecstasy, my blonde lover having to support my head up as he cradles my cheeks so that I can keep my mouth around him.

“I-I like it, I like it! Keep doing it, please.” I whine, tears profusely leaking out from the corner of my eyes.

Kenny laughs while Craig brings a hand down to rub at my neglected bundle of nerves, the combination of sensations further electrifying me. “Fuck, baby. You say things like that and I’ll cum.”

“Cum!” I cry out, eager to please both of the teens inside of me.

“Yeah? You want us to cum inside of you? Want me to fill you up and then fuck my cum in and out of you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Craig’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips, the blonde on the other end harshly bucking up into me as he fucks into my mouth at an unforgiving pace.

“So dirty, baby.”

This is the last thing I hear from my blonde haired lover before my orgasm hits me at full force, stars dancing along the back of my eyelids at the intensity of my release as they softly catch my collapsing body. A pair of hands settles me comfortably onto the pillows and blankets, a soft material gently wiping the inside of my thighs and at the moisture on my face.

Soft kisses are pressed against my damp hairline as they mumble words of praise at how good I was being and how good I felt. Against my flushed skin, they ask if I’m okay or if anything hurts, and I sleepily answer all of their concerns with honesty. Arms get wrapped around me, long fingers affectionately running through my hair in cathartic motions that threaten to put my already tired body to sleep.

Fuck, if that was just for our one month... I don't think I'll be able to handle our anniversary.

When my eyes finally flutter open and my breathing has significantly slowed and evened out, both boys are on either side of me and affectionately smiling down at my resting form. I tenderly grin up at their faces, my hands wrapping around both of the arms they have over my waist.

"So... How was it?" The blonde smirks, the slight curve to his face hugging his already knowing expression. It's extremely cocky and just so Kenny that I can't help the soft giggles coming out of my mouth.

He brings a large hand to lightly cradle my face, gently running his thumbs over the vivid blush on the skin of my cheeks from the exertion of earlier.

"I really loved it!" I beam at them as the blonde brings his face closer to softly rub his nose at my skin when a large grin overtakes his blissed out features. Craig snorts in fondness, his fingers never pausing to a stop in between black tresses when he places a kiss to my forehead.

"Yeah, well. I really love you."

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

GROUP CHAT (KENNY MCCORMICK + CRAIG TUCKER)

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): (picture of the palm of his hand)

N/N: ?

FutureAstonaut (Craig): okay, i’ll probably regret asking but i’ll bite

FutureAstonaut (Craig): what the fuck are we supposed to be looking at

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): (close up picture of his palm)

N/N: i don’t get it, ken

N/N: am i supposed to be looking at the piece of lint ur holding?

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): idk but it looks important

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): you should probably come over and pick it up before i lose it

FutureAstonaut (Craig): give it up for kenny mccormick, ladies and gentleman

FutureAstonaut (Craig): once again proving why i keep any group chat with you in it on do not disturb

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): fuck off, asshole

N/N: you’re cute for that :))

N/N: but you could’ve just asked!

FutureAstonaut (Craig): (picture of a piece of unpeeled shrimp on top of a chocolate chip cookie)

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): dude… what?

FutureAstonaut (Craig): sorry, i was just under the impression that we were posting irrelevant pictures in the group chat now

FutureAstonaut (Craig): my bad

N/N: omw ken!

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): ur a fucking asshole, you know that?

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): N/N can’t bring you to my house then

FutureAstonaut (Craig): wait no 

FutureAstonaut (Craig): im sorry

FutureAstonaut (Craig): kenny.

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): fuck you

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): btw, you spelled ‘astronaut’ wrong in ur username

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): so you might wanna change it, cause i don’t think i can wait until i’m 70 years old when ur dumbass is finally able to get sent to space

FutureAstonaut (Craig): …

N/N: dw, i’m picking you up babe!

N/N: also

N/N: i’d wait for you even if i was 100 years old and if you aren’t able to by then, then it’s okay

N/N: because i’d wait until the next lifetime and the next, however long it takes if it meant getting to see you achieve ur dreams <3

FutureAstonaut (Craig): i love you

BigDMcCormick (Kenny): (rolling eyes emoji)

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

When Kenny’s cell phone loudly alerts him of a call, he blindly reaches a hand out until his skin meets the cool surface of his mobile device. Bringing it up to his peripherals without ever looking away from the computer screen in front of him, his fingers quickly glide across the surface of glass to accept the call before he places it in between his ear and his shoulder.

“Hello?” The blonde distractedly asks, momentarily snickering at a flawless headshot he just executed.

There’s a moment of silence, only the sounds of quick breathing being heard over the line that the blonde briefly wonders if someone butt-dialed him.

“Kenny.”

Registering Craig’s distinct monotonous voice, he begins to childishly pout through his next words in impatience. “Where the fuck are you guys? I’m starving my fucking ass off, and that’s a lot coming from me.” 

The ravenette doesn’t answer for a while, a beat of silence stretching between the two teens and for a second, he starts to think that either the signal is terrible or the call got cut off.

“She never came.”

His eyebrows crease in confusion at the vague words, his hands dropping the controller in his hands to properly hold his phone closer to his ear. As if increasing the pressure would allow him to hear better, that he wrongly misheard.

“… What?” 

“Y/N… She never picked me up. I went over to her house because I thought she got held up or something but she’s not here. Her mom told me she left more than half an hour ago and I didn’t even see her on the way to her place.” It’s at this moment that Kenny notices the uncharacteristically weak tone of the ever confident ravenette on the other end of the line, his voice unstable as his words come out shakily. 

The usually stoic teen’s words get increasingly hysterical, his panic bleeding thick through his tone. And while Kenny would’ve jumped at the opportunity to make fun of the rare display of emotions, in this particular situation he doesn’t—he can’t. 

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

The next day on the South Park morning news, Y/N Marsh is officially declared missing.

song: [everywhere - fleetwood mac]

a/n: the ambiance and feel of this song is what influences this entire scene! it's got that sort of soft, warm nostalgia that the romantic tune invokes under the essence of yellow fairy lights ♡

#south park #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #craig tucker x reader #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #south park fanfiction #lalawrites

[shadowqueen402]

Can I have a Princess Marey x FemHuman!Reader (romantic)?

I'm just gonna take off the bandaid and admit that I'm a self shipper who self ships with Princess Marey and I'm currently being self indulgent rn.

Yes, you may! I'll write how the reader and Princess Marey met and them falling in love before they confess.

Princess Marey never expected herself to fall in love. Not even with a female human. Yet, when she laid her eyes on you, she found herself falling in love before she even realized it.

You were just an ordinary Visitor who came to the theater after losing your balance. And you were currently on a mission to restore the other Inhabitants' balance.

So when you came to Chapter 9 where you had to defeat Princess Marey, the two of you felt yourselves staring at each other. You had never seen a Nega boss so attractive before. Rather than fight, you two made rather awkward introductions to one another.

"I'm Princess Marey," Princess Marey greeted. "Uh...hi?"

"H-Hello," You said, cursing yourself for stuttering. "I'm Y/n."

Time went by, you two would meet up in the area that Princess Marey usually resided in. The two of you chatted about all things that you both either liked or disliked. It was then that you realized that you both had so much in common. And it was also when you two realized that you were falling in love with each other.

So the day came and Princess Marey asked you to meet up with her as she had something important to tell you. As usual, you agreed and arrived right on time. But much to your surprise, you found Princess Marey holding a red rose.

"Princess Marey, what is it that you wanted to tell me?" You asked her.

"Y/n, I've wanted to tell you that...I've grown romantic feelings for you," Princess Marey confessed, blushing. "Will you please be mine?"

You blushed deeply as she handed you the rose. Then you felt yourself nodding. "Of course, I'll be yours." You accepted the rose and planted a kiss on Princess Marey's lips.

The two of you knew that Lance would not appreciate the romance. But neither of you cared. All that mattered was that you had each other.

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #nega boss #x reader

[orecana]

Our memories together

Astro moonbin x gender neutral reader

Warnings: full on angst, light fluff at the end

I just wanted to write this, so I could grieve and pour my heart out. Although, I was never really an aroha, to know we lost yet another angel breaks my heart. I hope you enjoy it.

People were mourning the death of moonbin as they can only hopelessly cry and sob as the show began to show pictures of him. Then the groups have to perform. You step up to the stage and began you performance.

You make me feel special....

Geureon nari isseo

Gapjagi honjain geonmal gateun nai

Eodil gado nae jariga anin geonman gatgo

Gogaen tteolgweojineun nal...

You were trying your hardest to not cry as you dance and sing each lyrics. He was your best friend, an inseparable one.

Chorahan nobodyeseo dashi somebody

Teukbyeolhan naro byeonhae

You sing each word, gracefully and each words only made the people who are there, cry even more as each word you sang made a pang in their hearts.

You remembered the times where you would hang out with moonbin. You were happy, hanging out and being mischievous. You guys would spend as much time as possible with each other, giggling and laughing.

Just yesterday, he hold your hands and press his lips against yours, all while promising that you and anyone close to him will be happy.... Forever.

You couldn't resist it anymore and decided to voice out your frustrations with a high note

Didn't you promise me.... That we will be together.. forever?

You make me feel special!

Sesangi amuri nal jujeoanchyeodo

Apeugo apuen maldeuri nal jjilleodo

Nega isseo Nan dashi useo

That's what you do

Your voice was cracking, as you felt tears streaming down your eyes, but no one cares that your voice cracked. They felt and know your pain as you sang each line

Again i feel special!

Amugeotto anin jonjae gatdagado

Sarajyeodo moreul saram gatdagado

Nal bureuneun ne moksorie

I feel loved, I feel so special.

You finished your performance as you break down and cries. All those memories you guys made while he was still here, holding you and whispering sweet words into your ears.

You bow to the people there as you go backstage. When you arrived there, you saw viviz there, sitting and waiting for their turn to perform. You look at sinb and she looks at you. She hold out her arms as you hug her, crying.

Eunha and umji lightly pat both of your backs, trying to console you two. This was it, what you wanted for so long. A moment of appreciation to the lost and grief you felt in your heart the moment he left. you guys released the hug and smile at each other. Viviz then go on stage to perform as you smile, knowing that you guys helped each other recovered a bit.

Your manager come and tell that it is time for you to go. You nod and stand up as he escorts you to the car. You guys got in and drove off.

You only stare at your phone, more specifically your wallpaper. It was a photo of you two. Moonbin was holding you while you were wrapping your arms around his neck. You only smile at this fond memory, it was when you guys started dating. Hang outs turned into dates, casual walks around the park turned into visiting exciting places. Those were very wonderful times.

You felt the car stopping. You look out but you guys were at the airport. You look at your manager and he only chuckles. He gestured to the entrance and you looked closer. you were shocked, wide eye. But you smile as you got out of the car and hug her.

"sua I thought you was at the funeral"

She only return the gesture and she sighs.

"it's not the same without his lover there you know."

"you cheeky rascal!"

You both laugh. You waved goodbye to your manager as he gives you a thumbs up. You walk with sua to the airport to travel back to Korea to the funeral place. While you and sinb are late, you guys could still grief him. You look up at the sky through the see through glass to see millions of stars shining brightly, you chuckle.

I wonder which of these beautiful stars is you, binnie. If you really do Cherise our promise then protect us and everyone you love even when you're now only a star, my binnie.

You smile brightly as you and sua board the plane back to Korea so you could pay your respect and keep him in your heart.

No matter if you're a star or a human binnie, we will always love you forever.

#astro x male reader #astro x reader #moonbin #moonbin x reader #moonbin x male reader

[markster666]

KINKTOBER (Except in February) - ALASTOR X READER - DAY #11 (Face Sitting)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Kinktober, One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, all smut no plot, pet names, praising, Dom!Alastor, Sub!Reader, eating out, face riding, giving head, etc

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 387

A/N: Enjoy! MDNI, please. Not edited, so apologies for any spelling mistakes. NSFW under the cut. I know this one is shorter than the others, and I really do apologize if this one kinda sucks, it's Superbowl Sunday and i'm just so tired but I wanted to give you guys something.

"Come and ride my face, my Pet."

You crawled over to him, eyes lustful in anticipation. You straddled his head, aligning your wet pussy over his waiting mouth. Lowering yourself slowly, you felt his warm, rough tongue circling your entrance, teasing your sensitive flesh.

"Oh god, YES!"

You moaned, arching your back and grinding your hips against his face. His tongue delved deeper, probing your tight entrance, circling your sensitive spot, driving you wild with pleasure.

He bit down lightly on your thigh, marking you as his own while his hand reached down to caress your ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them roughly.

"You taste amazing, my Little Slut..."

He growled, his voice muffled by your wetness.

His tongue moving faster and more urgently inside of you, seeking out every hidden nook and cranny. His hand gripped your ass firmly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! ALASTOR!"

You cried out, your voice breaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Your juices coated his face and neck, painting a messy picture of your twisted union. When your legs stopped shaking and you finally calmed down, he pulled away, his face covered in your essence.

"That was quite the ride, Gorgeous."

He said, his voice hoarse from their passionate encounter, before smirking devilishly.

"Now, it's my turn..."

He stood up, positioning his cock at your mouth.

"Open wide, Beautiful."

He purred, his voice low and commanding. You opened your mouth immediately, sticking your tongue out.

"Good girl."

Alastor praised, his cockhead pressing against your lips.

With a satisfied groan, he thrust forward, forcing his entire length into your mouth. His shaft filled your throat, stretching it wider than you ever thought possible. You gagged and choked, tears streaming down your cheeks, but you managed to take most of it, your nose pressed against his stomach.

"Thatssss it..."

He moaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that forced him deeper into your throat.

His hands gripped your head, holding you in place as he relished in the power he held over you. This went on for quite a few minutes before he slammed completely down your throat, forcing his seed down and gripping your hair to make sure you took all of it.

"I'm going to have to use your throat more often Doll..."

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #18+ only #alastor x reader smut #shameless smut #smut writing #hazbin hotel fanfic #one shot

[xexyromero]

oiii xexy sou a mesma anon das provocações e te digo que AMEI muitcho ! meu sonho ser provocada pelo kuku com aquela cara de sonso... agora um tópico sensível e que eu não sei se ce faria um hc sobre mas é sobre gravidez, como cada um reagiria? beijos lindona

wn: eu amooooo! ainda mais quando estou menstruada e posso pensar nisso sem medo vamos q vamos

meninos do cast x leitora grávida

fem!reader headcanon

tw: gravidez!!!

enzo:

no primeiro momento, quando você conta, ele chora um pouquinho, de emoção mesmo. é um fluxo grande de sentimentos que passa pela mente dele.

na medida que a cabeça vai se organizando, ele fica muito feliz. te abraça, erguendo seu corpo do chão, um sorriso gigantesco.

é daqueles que passa o tempo todo conversando com sua barriga - descobriu que os bebês escutam dentro do útero e vai querer ser um pai presente daí mesmo.

além de colocar música clássica e seus cantores favoritos para o bebê ouvir, né.

é daqueles que te ajuda a fazer exercícios e a ter uma alimentação mais saudável, sim, mas não te nega jamais um docinho e uma tarde de pé pra cima.

agus:

chorou que nem um bebê quando você contou. se emocionou mesmo, ligou pros pais, pros amigos, pra todo mundo. nem nasceu e já é o maior orgulho dele.

não te deixa fazer absolutamente nada - por ele, nem o pé no chão você colocava. é daqueles maridos bem protetores.

quer água? ele pega. quer fazer xixi? ele vai te levar até o banheiro. quer passear? pra onde você quiser, ele já vai atrás da chave do carro.

um babão - não pode parar na frente de uma loja com artigo de bebê que fica querendo comprar tudo.

de noite, fica deitadinho perto da sua barriga conversando com o bebê sobre o dia a dia, sobre o que você gosta, o que não gosta, sobre as expectativas e os medos.

fran:

quando você conta, ele fica radiante. um pouquinho inseguro e com um medo que não dê conta do recado, mas radiante.

fran adora crianças e se dá super bem com elas - é o tio favorito do rolê - então faz questão de "praticar" sempre que possível, segurando os bebês dos amigos, trocando frauda, brincando, pedindo dica.

te elogia todos os dias e deixa claro que você é a mulher mais linda do mundo, grávida ou não.

lá pras tantas da gravidez, começa a ouvir as pessoas dizendo que vocês estão grávidos. ele adora e pega ar na brincadeira, dizendo que também está grávido - fica fazendo carinho na própria barriga, falando das vontades de gravidez e que não aguenta mais fazer xixi.

resolveu o enxoval todinho do bebê antes mesmo de descobrirem o sexo. tem roupa até os dez anos já preparadas.

matí:

quando você conta pra ele, não acredita de primeira. pensa que você está brincando, mesmo que mostre os testes e exames.

só leva a sério quando sua barriga começa a despontar e é tomado por uma crise de choro enorme. fica super feliz, claro, mas morrendo de medo e conversa muito com você sobre isso.

brinca que é gravidez na adolescência, mesmo os dois já sendo maiores de idade.

acha fascinante a forma que seu corpo vai mudando para acomodar a gravidez e faz de tudo para acompanhar de pertinho. segura seu cabelo quando você vomita, sente o primeiro chute, soluça morto de feliz no primeiro ultrassom.

tem as sugestões de nomes mais ridículos e não aceita que o primogênito dele não vai se chamar sabotagem.

kuku:

desde o primeiro momento que você anuncia a gravidez, além da alegria, kuku se dedica a estudar tudo que pode sobre o período gestativo.

sim, ele se prepara para todo e qualquer tipo de situação que você pode viver - sabe os remédios que pode tomar, o que pode fazer, o que não é recomendado. mas sempre respeitando seu espaço e seu corpo (afinal, quem está vivendo é você, né).

fica muito empolgado pra ser pai, claro, mas está mais empolgado ainda pra te ver mãe. acha que você vai fazer um ótimo trabalho e te tranquiliza sobre isso sempre que possível.

te estimula muito a ter sua independência e bate muito na tecla que além de grávida, você é você.

começa a escrever um "diário de bordo" e tem páginas e mais páginas de cartinhas para quando o neném nascer.

pipe:

quase desmaia quando descobre que você está grávida, dando um susto em todo mundo. mas é de emoção e alegria, tá?

fotos e mais fotos e mais fotos e vídeos e gravações e toda poesia do mundo pra esse período, sério. fica mais apaixonado ainda.

lê e pesquisa muita coisa (capaz de trocar altas figurinhas sobre livros e documentários com o kuku) para estar preparado tanto para acompanhar sua gravidez quanto pra paternindade.

toma muito cuidado com você nesse período - faz de tudo pra não te irritar e te deixar mais calma possível. aprende técnicas de respiração.

figurinha carimbada em todo curso de paternidade ofertado na cidade.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #agustin pardella x reader #agustin pardella #fran romero #fran romero x reader #matías recalt x reader #matias recalt #esteban kukuriczka #esteban kukuriczka x reader #pipe otaño x reader #pipe otaño #hc #lsdln cast #lsdln

[kitsunefox1108]

Hello! Can I request romantic yandere sonic x reader where reader is sonic rival?

okay :) YANDERE! ROMANTIC SONIC X READER ( sonic rivals )

after kidnapping many friends, Sonic Knuckles and Shadow head for Eggman. Along the way, he meets you.

You also had some disagreements with Eggman, so you gladly joined Sonic and his team in revenge.

At first, the blue hedgehog wanted to know more about you to be sure that you were not an enemy, but later he began to find out only because he liked you. More than anyone else.

For a long time he did not recognize his excessive interest, and until the last he refused it. It was only later that accepted it and moved towards getting closer to you.

After saving his friends from the fate of being cards, he still asks where you could go to hang out with you again.

When he finds you, he gets closer and closer, occasionally slipping slips of the tongue about his true motives when he's nervous. Although it would seem that this is not in the spirit of a hedgehog. he likes to give you some gifts, and save you from situations, to appear cool in your eyes and get praise.

he does not allow you to get close to other males, because he thinks that you will be distracted by them and forget about Sonic, and he is too … possessive to let this happen.

Sonic loves freedom and I would even say that he loves so much, but next to you for some reason it disappears. He does not give you the freedom that he loves so much. when you meet Eggman Nega, he over protects you from him, preventing you from becoming another card in his hands.

#sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic #yandere sonic the hedgehog #sonic

[kissbentennyson]

Waking up with them

Prime, Bad, and Nega (I will make another with the others soon) | Readers gender is never mentioned. 

Prime

Your eyes flutter open to the menu screen of the movie you had last put on, the entire living room was dark all but the tv. The song that paired with the movie menu mixed with the sound of snoring. Lazily, you lift your head off of your boyfriend’s chest to see his snoozing face. The decorative couch pillow reasted under his neck instead of his head, causing it to be thrown back as he snored. You smiled and chuckled to yourself as you noticed his wide open and drooling mouth. 

In a moment, you grabbed your phone that had fallen onto the floor and turned it on. White numbers flushed on screen. 3:18 am. It took a moment to process through your sleep dreary mind, but the moment you did, you shot straight up. Panicing you look around aimlessly trying to figure out what to do. You grab onto Ben’s shoulder, trying to shake him awake gently. That however, doesn’t seem to work. Ben could be a heavy sleeper, you know that, but you didn’t expect this. You shake him a little harder, causing his neck to fall from the pillow and him to sit straight up. His head almost smacks into yours, but he doesn’t seem to notice- instead looking around the room. 

His eyes dart around before finally finding you again, his body relaxes and he lets out a small sigh. Lips curling into a small smile. “Oh, hey babe.” He says in a warm voice, and you offer him a sympathetic smile. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up like that… But it’s 3am.” You say, turning on your phone screen to show him. His sleepy eyes narrow as he looks at the time, his eyes shift from the screen to you. It seems you’ve forgotten what your lock screen is. A photo of him stuffing chili fries into his mouth while looking off somewhere. His shoulders go slack as his eyes fixate on the screen again for a second before wrapping his arms around you and falling back onto the couch. You let out a noise of shock. 

“Ben! What are you doing?” You ask and let out a giggle as he reaches for the controller that had fallen onto the ground, turning the tv off. He buries his face into your hair, taking in a deep breath. 

“Mm, going back to sleep. I’ll deal with breaking curfew later.”

Bad

When you had gone to bed, you had been completely alone. After your boyfriend started living with you, it started to be hard to get to sleep alone.. So when you woke up in a set of arms that held you so tightly, you were comforted. 

A beam of sun poked in from a crack in the blinds, hitting your eyes directly. Opening your eyes, a pair of arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you start to move. You look up at the sleeping face of your boyfriend, taking a second to process that it was in fact him. You then smile to yourself, admiring the face you haven’t been able to see in a few weeks. That was something that happens often, him leaving abruptly without any warnings. He’d be gone for weeks at a time, but then return and act like nothing had even happened. However, you’ve gotten used to it, comforted by the idea that it was to protect you. 

Gently, you start to press soft kisses all over his face. After a few kisses, he begins to stir. It doesn’t seem to wake him up yet though, so you continue until you are met with glittering green eyes. You sit up, giving him a big smile as he stares up at you expressionless for a good minute. A small smile is returned, his chest deflating with a warm sigh. 

But that made stuff like this so bittersweet. You wanted to be upset at him for being gone so long, but the overwhelming feeling of joy over having your boyfriend home mixed together. You couldn’t just be mad, you had to treat every moment like he’d leave. The alarm clock on your nightstand reads 10 am, thank god it’s saturday. Since you don’t know exactly what he did when he was gone, other than the vague statement of criminal activities, you couldn’t be sure when the last time he fed himself anything other than junk food.

You should probably make breakfast.

“Good Morning to you too.”

Nega

The sound of rain on the window wakes you up, the bedroom is lit with the heavy gray of a cloudy sky. Everything in the room was as it's supposed to be. The room was cold, but the blankets were warm. Perfect weather, perfect temperature of the room, and a perfect morning to wake up to. You let out a content little sigh as you bury your face in between your boyfriend’s shoulder blades, tightening your arms around his waist. Through the sound of the rain, you could hear his light snoring. 

You knew it was probably late in the morning, almost afternoon. Ben and you had plans to go out for breakfast, but you both had stayed up later than you should have. You still feel tired, but you should probably wake up your boyfriend, and get yourself up as well.

You take the time to scoot up, pressing your face into his neck. Your nose brushes against his soft neck, a soft and sleepy laugh leaves him. No one ever gets to hear him give a genuine laugh more than a mocking chuckle. You continue to move around in his neck, starting to plant kisses all over his neck. All of the sudden, a groan leaves him, and he begins to stir in your arms. He’s obviously waking up, but not quick enough for your liking. Slowly, you lean in more and nip at his neck. He jolts and his eyes fly open, causing you to giggle against him.

You pull out of his neck just before he looks over his shoulder at you. With a soft groan he speaks. “Really? I was trying to sleep.” You let out a soft giggle, his voice sounds cute when he’s groggy like this. You press a kiss to his cheek, but that doesn’t do anything to stop the glare you’re getting at the moment.

“It’s probably almost 11, we should get up.” You say in a light voice. He stares down at you for a good while before turning back over and shoving his face into his pillow. Letting go of his waist you throw your arm over his shoulder and bury your face into the back of his neck, earning another groan.

This was going to be a long morning. 

#proship dni #ben 10 x reader #alternate bens x reader #ben tennyson x reader #ben prime x reader #bad ben x reader #nega ben x reader #Sleepy boyyyssssss

[twiixr4kidz]

Hey could I uuuh. Ask for nega scott hcs. They can be self ship or not i just. Want more content of my little ball of animosity

yes yes yes!! nega scott is a little bit hard to write for but i hope these are okay regardless!! i did a little bit of both btw :D

general nega scott hcs!

so we all know that nega scott is like scott but evil, right?

i feel like he'd do the opposite of scott

for example, if scott puts the cereal before the milk, nega scott puts the milk before the cereal

probably wears socks with sandals, puts the toilet paper on the wrong way, likes pineapple on pizza (honestly same though, pineapple on pizza is so. good.)

his favorite pokemon types are dark, ghost, and poison

could have breakfast for every meal and wouldn't complain

waffles >> pancakes kinda guy

doesn't listen to music

easily bored

and hates being board

prefers iced coffee over hot coffee

nega scott x reader headcanons!

would fight someone for you

and he'd win

probably a bit closed off but he opens up more towards you

yknow that trope of the guy who's kinda mean towards everyone except for one person? that's him

if you say "oh, im kinda cold" his jacket is around your shoulder is less than a minute

isn't very vocal about how much he loves you but he shows it through small actions

forgot to get gas in your car? he noticed and did it for you

slept in late and didn't have time for breakfast before you left for work? he had a feeling. he brings you something to eat at work.

writes corny messages on sticky notes and leaves them around your house for you to find

he's more of an "arm around your shoulder guy" than a "holding hands guy"

bad at hugs but he gives them anyways

#nega scott #nega scott headcanons #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw #nega scott x reader #writing!!