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[sugrhigh]

BOY NEXT DOOR - ( c.s )

part two

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- swearing, drinking, no smut (yet 😁)

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: WELCOME TO MY FIRST REAL SERIES! i have a lot of ideas for this cuz i love this trope dearly so buckle up! more parts will come soon. also working on a tattooartist!reader x matt series (thank you anons) that will also be out eventually. in the mean time if you have smaller/specific reqs you’d like to see, my inbox is open babies! and if u just wanna say hello or ask a question i’m here xoxo

the music booms over the speakers inside the house next door, just like it always does on the weekends (and occasionally on thursdays too). it always drives you up a wall, but tonight it’s particularly bad.

you sit up slightly in bed, absentmindedly wondering who the fuck is on aux. you’re not sure why the thought crosses your mind, but you know it’s not chris, because these picks are horrendous.

it’s already past two in the morning, not to mention it’s the middle of the week. you haven’t been able to get a wink of rest, even with your headphones blaring at full volume. usually they do the trick, but tonight’s party is relentless, demanding to be heard.

wine wednesday, you think to yourself sourly.

neither of your roommates are home; they’re both off with their significant others, somewhere that’s not here, listening to fuckface and his friends get drunk.

you’re usually pretty passive about the noise, because they provide free alcohol for you guys when you show up and typically give you notice that they’re throwing something.

but tonight it’s just too fucking much. you’re tired, and groggy, and very much so still in your silky pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt, but you don’t give a shit.

you jam your feet into some sneakers and grab a jacket, clutching it close to your chest as you head down the stairs to the main level of your own house.

you pass the dark living room, shadows leering in the corners as you’re guided only by the light coming from the street lamps outside.

you step onto the porch and the cold smacks you in the face, breath fogging up the air. it’s the middle of january in boston, and the expanse of dead grass between your houses crunches under your feet as you tread toward the front door.

the rest of the street is quiet, aside from the party. but they’re all senior hockey players, and it’s the beginning of their last semester, so what else can you expect?

besides maybe some basic human decency every once in a while. in fact, you’re so frustrated that you’re going in without backup, and without a real plan of any kind.

for some reason, once you get up the three steps to their door, you pause to knock. as if anyone would hear you over the music, or care enough to open the door for someone who’s fucking knocking.

so you twist the handle next, and it’s unlocked. of course.

it opens to a hazey front hallway that you recognize, stairs to the left hand side, blocked off by a young-looking guy you assume is probably a freshman on duty.

the front area is full of people, pressed against the walls, chatting over the music. well, more like yelling over it.

you can smell weed, which confuses you slightly. you know none of them smoke, not during the season at least. they usually don’t let anyone do it inside the house, so it must be an allowance for a girl.

you’re already getting strange looks as you step inside, which is fair. your shorts are hidden by the length of your shirt and jacket, so you’re just legs and shoes. you’ve got no makeup on, and you didn’t check your hair before you came.

but you swallow the lump in your throat, because it doesn’t matter right now anyways.

you shift your way through the crowd, gaze skipping over the people as you finally reach the dark living room. multi-colored strobes flash, lighting up the hoards of tipsy college kids dancing on the soaked wooden floor. furniture is pushed aside to make room, though the championship banner from last year still hangs on the wall.

his eyes find you before yours find him.

he stares at you across the tops of people's heads, standing by one of the couches that’s shoved against the wall. one of his roommates, connor, is leaned back on the cushions, watching the two girls they were talking to pass a joint back and forth.

but he’s no longer focused on anyone else, because he’s spotted you across the room, and he thinks this is the most disheveled he’s ever seen you. your angry eyes lock in on him seconds later, and they narrow instantly.

you beeline toward him, right through a group of people that are half-dancing along to the terrible playlist.

he lifts his eyebrows at your attitude, but not in fear. he’s actually a little impressed. his friends are watching you warily, just as confused as everyone else who saw you walk in.

he can’t help but stare at your legs as you finally reach him, admiring how cute you look in your pajamas, pale pink bottoms peeking out underneath your shirt with every step. he briefly wonders if you’re even wearing a bra.

then you open your mouth, and the fantasy is over.

“what time is it, chris?” you snap at him, one hand balled into a fist, the other clutching your phone.

“i don’t know, but i have a feeling you’re going to tell me.” he takes a sip of his drink to try and hide his grin.

it takes a lot of self control to keep yourself from slapping it out of his fucking hand, just because of how smug he looks. you hold up the screen to his face.

two twenty-two in the morning. chris almost laughs.

“the answer is way too fucking late to be having a party on a wednesday.” you reply, bringing the device back down to rest by your thigh.

“why didn’t you come? i missed you.” he pouts.

you glance over at the people on the couch, at the girls who are still making eyes at you as they converse with connor. he’s giving you a weird look too, as if no one could possibly understand why you’re here like this.

“yeah, sure you did,” you turn back to him, “now shut this shit down before i call the cops.”

chris puts his hands up in surrender, though he knows this is an empty threat just as much as you do.

“wow, somebody’s grumpy.”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. “i’m serious. tell the puck bunnies to go home for the night or i’ll do it myself.”

he takes a tiny step closer, just a few inches, and yet it still seems suffocating. he looks too good, clad in a simple black tee and jeans, and he’s studying your face with the fire of a thousand suns.

“you don’t have to be jealous because other girls are here. you know you’re my number one.” chris replies easily.

even though his tone remains light, his expression is serious now. it enrages you more, that he thinks he has so much control over you.

“as if i give a fuck. i just want to sleep, so the choice is yours. police,” you wave the hand that holds your phone slightly, “or call it off.”

chris takes another sip of his drink, tipping it back so he can finish the rest of it in one foul swoop. then he nods his head, like he’s admitting defeat.

“fine. i’ll send everyone home.”

you can feel the relief creeping over you, knowing that you don’t have to actually get law enforcement involved. “thank yo—”

“on one condition.” he interrupts, and you furrow your brows.

“no conditions, chris. we’re not bartering right now.”

“come to the game on friday and we can hang out after for a bit. i’ll even give you a practice jersey to wear.” he offers, and the trademark smirk has reappeared on his face.

lights dance across his features, morphing his expression every few seconds. you just stare, because for once, you’re actually not sure what game he’s playing.

“what, can’t get a date without having to resort to blackmail?” you taunt, and he laughs.

“please, i don’t date. and i’d hardly consider this blackmail. just think of it as getting to know your friendly neighbor on a more personal level.”

there’s a humorous glint in his eye, one that’s daring you to say yes. what’s there to be afraid of? all you have to do is watch hockey, eat some popcorn from the concession stand, and deal with his attitude for an hour afterwards.

you’re still not sure what chris is getting out of this, or why he’s insisting that you need to be there, but at this point you don’t care. all you can think about is salvaging the rest of your sleep.

“alright, fine. now you have five minutes to get everyone out, and i better not hear any more shitty remixes for the rest of the week.” you point an accusatory finger at him and he shrugs, though he’s clearly content that you caved in.

“your wish is my command, princess.”

you turn on your heel to head back outside, retracing your steps from earlier as you slip through the mob. you half expect chris to follow, just because he’s annoying, but he doesn’t.

the overhead lights are coming back on now, and you can hear deep voices shouting, combined with collective groans from the crowd as they all realize they’re being kicked out.

luckily you make it out the front door first, and you jog back up the steps to your own place to get out of the cold.

you’ve only been inside for seconds when your phone buzzes in your hand.

chris

see you friday

sweet dreams ;)

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #hockey au #neighbor au #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #fanfic #new series #enemies to lovers

[cat3ch1sm]

hii i think this is my first time requesting from you so hopefully I do it right..

can you do sfw headcannons of Hisoka, illumi, and Kurapika with an s/o who has a terrifying nen aura? like stronger and more menacing then theirs? and can you do gender neutral reader? thanks :]

🕷️~ hello!! welcome to my inbox 💚 thanks for your request! if you’re ever wondering what info to put in a request just view the pinned post on my profile! tyy <33

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) gn!reader, sfw

𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚

hisoka

hisoka isn’t usually fazed by anyone’s aura because his own is so overpowering. his aura is just so eerie and unsettling that he never needs to pay any mind to anyone else’s because he’s usually the one people stay away from. but when you enter the picture, that all changes. the second you even enter a building every person in there is instantly weighed down by the darkness and menace of your aura, including hisoka, and he can’t help but feel fearful because that is simply the only emotion your aura allows anyone around it to feel. but fear doesn’t affect hisoka like it does other people. rather, he’s intrigued.

hisoka obviously has a thing for people who can kill him, so he likes to be around you just for the twisted euphoria he experiences of being actually genuinely scared. he knows that if you wanted to or he made one wrong move, that you could kill him in a second, and that fills him with an uncanny amount of pleasure. as a matter of fact, he’ll regularly push your boundaries just to feel the rush when your aura spikes. it’s like his favorite thing to do

illumi

okay let me just say you’ve gotta be pretty goddamn scary to overshadow an aura like illumi’s. even when he’s not trying he’s still scary as shit 🙏🏾

illumi isn’t someone who normally feels things like fear, anxiety, anything along those lines. but when he first encounters you, he can’t deny the overpowering sense of dread he’s filled with when he’s even near you. it’s not like he’s legitimately scared of you or anything, but it’s more like trepidation is literally forced into him. like he has no choice but to fear your aura. this is a brand-new thing to him, too- not even the phantom troupe or anyone in his family has such an awful presence. and to be honest, illumi doesn’t like having the tables turned on him- he’s usually the one people run away from and go out of their way to avoid.

i imagine he’d watch you from a distance for a while- either by having needle people go keep tabs on you or by constructing some other nen tactic so he can observe you. the dread that comes with being too close to you and that horrible aura is too much for him to handle for now, especially since like i said it’s a new feeling. i think only after illumi has watched you long enough to discover a weakness that he’s able to exploit would he go and approach you, so if you try and pull something illumi can have a better chance at taking you out.

illumi’s next thought, though, is to make an ally out of you- and what better way to do that than have you literally join his family? that’s what causes him to seek you out in a “romantic” way- his goal is literally immediately just to marry you so you become a zoldyck and can’t turn against him.

i feel like during the relationship illumi might be a bit distant for the reasons i listed earlier. also illumi just isn’t a clingy or affectionate person. with how powerful your nen is and the hostile nature of your aura illumi isn’t inclined to be near you often. basically you both just do your own thing, but illumi does keep tabs on you and still doesn’t let you see other people. not that anybody wants to because you’re scary but still😭

kurapika

realistically, i doubt kurapika would be with anyone whose aura is this horrible. it reminds him way too much of the spiders. and in his mind, nobody with an aura as ghastly as yours can mean anything good for anyone. plus, kurapika has destructive tendencies of his own, so having someone even worse than him around would not benefit him at all. so i think he’d want to stay far away from you, and would be protective of those around him when you’re near.

but because these are headcanons and we are supposed to be delusional, let’s say that kurapika isn’t immediately deterred by your nightmarish aura. his mind goes a similar route to illumi’s, so Kurapika is going to want to get you on his side for sure. he isn’t someone who approaches people that much, so he devises a situation in which you both can be alone so he can try and develop some sort of bond which you can build on.

usually Kurapika would be more protective than not of people he’s in a relationship with, but not with you. he kind of keeps his distance, actually. if you want to do something dangerous or deadly he just steps back and lets you. he doesn’t feel the need to protect you at all, more so like protecting other people from you lmao 😭

these were mid asf but it’s 2 am 💔 i hope u enjoyed <33

#anime #hxh headcanons #hxh memes #chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter #hisoka x reader #reader x hisoka #illumi x reader #reader x illumi #hxh imagines #kurapika x reader fic #Kurapika headcanons #Kurapika x reader #you x kurapika #kurapika kurta x reader #hisoka morow headcanons #hisoka morow x reader #illumi zoldyck x reader #reader x illumi zoldyck #you x kurapika kurta

[icallhimjoey]

Could we do a prequel of “ground rules” like what really happened that night..

someone requested this nearly a whole year ago, i found it whilst trying to clean up my inbox and, okay so FINE, the girlies want smut ???? they can GET it, enjoy (fiy: this can totally be read on its own w/o needing to be aware of what ground rules is even about) (cw: 18+ smut) Wordcount: 4.9K

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Inside Out & Outside In

(read Ground Rules here)

Ghosted.

You’d seen this guy three times, had talked to each other for over a month.

Ghosted.

Three lovely dates. Were absolutely planning on taking it there tonight. Had shaved your whole body, were wearing matching underwear which never fucking happened, were lotioned and potioned and ready. Smelled fucking amazing.

Only to be fucking ghosted.

He said he’d meet you at a certain restaurant you’d really wanted to go to, and then… just didn’t show. Calls went unanswered until they got declined. Blocked? Maybe. But why? For what? Weren't you unbelievably hot, and nice, and kind, and smart, and cute, et cetera, et cetera?

After waiting for way longer than you should’ve, you texted a friend. Asked if they were still having people over that night and if it was okay if you stopped by too – you’d turned down the invite earlier, because you had a hot date, obviously.

“yes please come! everyone’s here” got followed by a more concerned, “everything ok?”

No, not really, but maybe after another drink you would be.

You walked into your friend’s flat and were welcomed by about fifteen people shouting loud heys and hellos, all upbeat and happy and cheery.

Joe took one look and saw you were definitely not feeling all upbeat or happy or cheery, and went to fetch you a drink whilst you explained to the friend you’d texted that he just… he didn’t show up.

“What the fuck? He just… he just bailed on you? Did you call? Or text?”

“I did, but–”

“Weren’t you seeing him for a little while already?” someone else chimed in, and you realized that your friend must’ve informed everyone else. Or, at least, some people. Not that this was a huge party – just, a get-together, a gathering. Just some people over in her flat, drinks and snacks and loud laughter with some background music going. Like a night at the pub, but cheaper, and open ‘til later.

“No they went on– you went on a couple dates, right? My God, and to then just…”

“Did you get stood up?”

“Yea, I–”

“Hey, come on,” Joe interrupted, holding up a drink for you but nodding his head towards the balcony. Get you out of this overwhelming bombarding of questions. You didn’t need telling twice.

Outside, you leant on the banister with Joe next to you and just took quiet sips of your drinks in silence for a second. Joe rolled a cigarette and didn’t really say anything. Didn’t ask anything. Not until you sniffed loudly and he saw you were trying your best to blink tears away, to suck the excess water that was starting to pool there back into your tear ducts somehow.

“Hey, he’s an idiot. Proper dickhead.”

You let a wet laugh escape you and nodded. “Yea, he is.”

“How long did you wait around for?”

You winced, annoyed and disappointed with yourself for how long you sat in that restaurant by yourself.

“Too long,” but then you immediately defended, “But you know, I didn’t want to assume the worst. What if something happened? What if there was a good reason for– maybe he was just running late, you know? People run late sometimes for valid reasons, don't they?”

Joe nodded, lighting his cigarette and filling his lungs with smoke before he blew it out to the side, away from you. Considerate.

“You’re too kind for this world, you know?”

You grimaced, and Joe went, “No, that’s a good thing! We need more people like that. Like you.”

“Yea. Well. Thanks, I guess...”

You didn’t mean it, thought it just made your life unnecessarily and unfairly difficult, but Joe wasn’t one to press it any further.

Another silence fell where you listened to the noises coming from inside. Someone knocked over a glass which caused commotion and you could hear the beat, the soft bass, of whatever song was playing.

You drank, and Joe smoked in between sips and you both looked down at the street. A car was trying to parallel park and failing miserably at it. The silence and lack of attention on you was just what you needed to open up.

“I was really starting to fancy him,”

“Yea? Already?”

“Wouldn’t have gone to see him again if I didn’t,”

“Makes sense,” Joe tapped some ashes over the banister, “That’s actually smart… also makes this extra shit.”

Yea, it did.

“I think… maybe I’m just, I think I’m just a bad judge of character, because I don’t–” you stopped because your throat did something funny. You had to cough to mask the sob that got stuck in there and tried to hide your wet eyes as you turned away from Joe.

But Joe saw.

Joe knew.

“Darlin’,” Joe tossed his cigarette and took hold of you by a shoulder. Made you turn back to make eye-contact.

Yea, you were definitely crying.

“Come here.”

You got pulled into a hug and decided that, yea, fuck it, you were totally allowed to cry actually. A shitty thing had happened and it was absolutely fine to be sad about that. It didn’t exactly help that whilst you waited at the restaurant, you’d downed two fat glasses of wine already and were now halfway through a beer, but... Joe was there and he was nice, and friendly, and was warm and hugged you tight, and didn’t ask invasive questions, and, wasn’t that somehow just exactly what you needed?

You stood like that for a while, just in Joe’s tender embrace in the cold air, blinking slow tears down your face every now and then.

A knock on the window made you want to turn, to pull away from Joe to see who that was and why they wanted your attention. But Joe wouldn’t let you. You felt how he shook his head at whoever was on the other side of the sliding door and didn’t let his grip waver.

Apparently there was some sort of nonverbal communication, because next you felt Joe jerk his head to the side. You imagined he nodded in the direction he wanted that person to disappear into. Imagined his frowning fuck off facial expression.

“Who is that?” you asked, voice a little constricted because you had a throat full of weird emotions.

“No one important.”

You huffed a laugh. The people inside were all of your friends – they were all important.

After another short silence, Joe let his arms slip down and pulled back. You weren’t off the hook yet, though. Joe kept his arms loosely around you and forced eye-contact.

“You okay?”

“Yea...” you lied as you sniffed.

“...you sure?”

You huffed a laugh and were honest when you said, “No.”

You saw Joe’s worried eyes scan your features, seemingly looking for something hidden in your eyes. Then his eyes cast down and looked at the drink you were holding still.

“Need something stronger?”

“Yes, please.”

Joe smiled at you, impossibly warm, and kind, and sweet. It was the sort of grin that was impossible not to copy.

“I’ll be just a sec,” Joe said, stepping towards the door. “Do not do anythi– keep both those feet on the ground, no irrational silly decisions.”

You gave him a deadpan stare followed by an eye-roll that made him laugh.

“All right. Just checking,” Joe disappeared inside and couldn’t fight his smile.

Neither could you.

Inside you saw people try to grab his attention, try to ask him if you were okay, what was going on with you. It was all well-meant attention, but exactly the opposite of what Joe wanted. He’d assigned himself the role of carer for the night. Would lend you either shoulder of his for you to cry on for however long you needed.

Joe wasn't going to lie; he fucking loved this.

Obviously it was awful that you were sad, but to be able to swing in and protect a fragile pretty girl all night? Sign him the fuck up.

It’s why he ended up ignoring everyone for the rest of the night. Told people to leave you alone, that you needed a minute, to not bother you a second. Hogged you all night. Kept you out on the balcony and fetched you drinks and snacks. And when you started getting cold, only more reason to hug you, to try and keep you warm.

And, listen, so what if you started playing up how sad you actually really were?

So what if you used a face on Joe that you knew would make him go, “No, stop it, don’t cry, enough now,” whilst using a palm to push your head into his chest?

So what if, after a quiet murmuring conversation whilst hugging, you shivered because just Joe’s arms around your back weren’t warming you up enough, and to fix it, Joe opened his coat and let you snuggle inside whilst he wrapped the wool mix fabric tightly around your back?

So what if you were a little more into the attention than you were letting on, and started mentally thanking the universe for that wanker standing you up tonight?

You deserved nice things too.

And Joe was a nice thing.

Joe made soft jokes about the people you were both looking at inside. Said some of them definitely deserved to be ghosted by someone, unlike you. Made you turn your attention towards the moon, because look how nice it looked tonight. Let you complain about your lack of love life and was self-deprecating about his love life in return, just to make you smile.

Joe let you try a hand at rolling a cigarette for him, which you’d never done before. It was obvious too. When you handed him a barely-there sad excuse for a cigarette, all pretend-proud because you knew exactly how shite it was, Joe carefully took it from you and inspected it with a funny face, eyes all narrow, eyebrows up high on his face. Made you giggle. But then he went and actually tried to light it, and you laughed, tried to take it from him and said, “No, don't actually smoke it!” but Joe was quick to hold it out of your reach as he blew out a little smoke and said, “It's perfect.”.

Joe warmed you up from the inside out and from the outside in. With more drinks, and whispered jokes, and empathetic eyes, and squeezing hugs, and with the body heat trapped between his button-down and his coat.

After one particular tight squeeze, you felt your whole body react. Unmistakably you felt it mostly inside of your underwear.

Fanny-flutter.

That sort of made sense. How could any of this not have an effect on you? And it wasn’t as if it didn’t have an effect on Joe, either.

You easily confessed, alcohol in your veins lessening the sensitivity to rejection, not at all bothered about what Joe's reaction would be. You had expected it would definitely make him feel awkward, would maybe scare him off, but instead, he’d gone, “Yea? Feel this,” and had guided your hand to his crotch. He was half-hard.

Inside, one of your friends saw and grabbed another by the forearm, eyes bulging with shock. Joe’s coat covered your hand from direct view, and the light from inside reflected in the windows, but that was definitely your hand pressing onto a penis. The windows were big and you were stood right in front. How was no one to notice this? It was just the one friend at first though, but her gasp followed by the arm grab made two people see.

Then two more.

Then five, seven– eight.

“Did he just...?”

“I fucking told you– I called it! Didn't I call this an hour ago?”

You faked needing to go to the toilet and left without telling your friends goodbye.

Two minutes later Joe excused himself, said he was tired and would see everyone next week, and had found you waiting for him just outside the building.

He took some hurried steps and stopped to stand right in front of you, peering down and smiling slightly. You’d been close all night, bodies either touching or close enough to touch, and even though it had just been mere minutes, Joe had started missing it already, so he stood close and looked down at you and smiled. Waited.

His coat was hanging open still from when you’d been inside of it, and with the wind picking up, you used it as an excuse to keep your hands and fingers busy because, what the fuck were you and Joe actually going to do?

Tension had risen enough on the balcony, and you’d essentially snuck out after revealing to each other that you’d turned each other on.

You and Joe didn’t do this.

Had never done this.

But all you knew is that you wanted to be close to him, and so your fingers slowly buttoned up his coat, starting from the bottom. Joe didn’t move and tried to control his breathing as he watched your eyes drag up his body one button at a time.

You let your hands linger after doing up the last one, fingers touching the fabric that covered his chest, and you swallowed as you stared. Imagined the skin that was hidden underneath all the layers there.  

“Mine or yours?” Joe asked, voice impossibly soft.

Your breath hitched, and on the back-end of an exhale you managed to say, “You live closer.”

“All right,” Joe grinned widely and presented his open palm, “Let’s go then.”.

You grabbed onto it and turned to start the short walk, but Joe was cemented in place and pulled you right back, swinging you back and right into him. You’d have laughed at how clumsy that collision felt if it wasn’t for Joe’s lips clashing with yours on the impact.

You wished it didn’t take you by surprise as much as it did, because you knew Joe must’ve felt how you went rigid all over for a second and he was about to pull back in response. Like he’d made a mistake and only realized by your reaction.

The slightest hint of Joe not kissing you, however, was enough to kickstart your whole system and you moved to chase after him which resulted in the kiss never even breaking, and Joe released a small noise from his throat.

Not a mistake, then.

He kissed you harder when you reciprocated, and it was cold out, but Joe was warm, and you and Joe had never done this before – had never even looked at each other and considered this to be a possibility, and it was exciting. The buildup had felt so very natural and, listen, you were both adults, weren’t you? Could do what you wanted to do. Didn’t have to talk everything over because, well, doing this, doing what your bodies felt like doing, was just nicer.

Joe shook his hand from the one he was still holding onto and moved them up to hold your face. Cupped your jaw and held your head in place as he kissed you more. You had to hold onto his wrists for fear of losing balance, or maybe for fear of floating away entirely.

The sound of a balcony door opening high up above you somewhere sprung anxiety into Joe’s legs.

He broke the kiss, found your hand again and said, “Quick. Come on,” and pulled you right along the pavement, your shorter legs doing the most to try and keep up.

Quick legs nearly jogged themselves down a couple of streets, and knees impatiently clicked in and out of over-stretching as you had to wait for some cars to pass when you had to cross a road. Joe took the moment to bring your colder hand up to his face, cupping it with both of his and blowing some hot air onto your fingers before he planted kisses there.

You let an almost pained noise escape you, said, “Can’t be so sweet to me. Makes me want to be sweet back.” which was music to Joe’s ears.

About a minute removed from Joe’s flat, you felt a drop on your forehead. Then another. You held out a hand, and felt how quickly the rain picked up.

“Shit, come on,” Joe said, squinting up at the sky and tightening his grip on your hand before he started running.

It only took a second for the couple of drops to turn into a sudden torrential downpour. The water was cold, and it hurt your forehead, but you were laughing as you ran. This all felt ridiculous.

Joe had to let go of your hand to get into his building, and you saw his wet hands fumble with his keys a little. Joe noticed his own shaky fingers and knew you were watching too, so he overdid it. Shook so hard, he dropped the keys and made you laugh.

“Oh my God, hurry up,” you pretended to want to take over, but you got playfully shoved to the side and just got more wet in the process.

Both ways.

When he eventually pushed the door open, he held it and did a silly little bow whilst gesturing for you to walk inside first.

Ever the gentleman. Meant he'd be outside in the rain longer.

He took hold of you by the waist with both hands and dug his fingers in firmly over your coat. You were a tipsy mess of soft giggles as you covered his hands with yours, easily letting yourself be lead towards the lift.

Each time there was a second of you not being as close, it was his hands to moved you back in.

Outside the lift you kissed some more.

Inside the lift you kissed some more.

Outside Joe’s door you kissed some more, hands roaming over clothes.

Inside Joe’s flat you kissed some more, hands roaming under clothes.

Wet coats and shoes got discarded in a messy heap by the door.

You noticed that Joe’s ears had significantly darkened in colour, from more than the cold rain could’ve done to them. They were so fucking red, you could practically feel the phantom burn in your own. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been in here, in his flat. Maybe a couple months ago when you and some friends picked him up on your way somewhere, dipped inside real quick because one needed the toilet and another had never seen the place before.

You hadn’t been there often at all, but you knew the way to his bedroom. Made your way there blindly, because all you could see was the inside of your eyelids as Joe kept his face firmly attached to yours.

In there, you bumped your hip into a dresser and nearly tripped over something left on the floor. Joe made noises as if he could feel your pain and pulled you snug against him by the hips. Made you be able to feel his entirety through his trousers, and something in the back of your brain sparked. 

Instead of focusing on your own clothes, your mind was with getting Joe out of his first. You wanted to feel him. You’d get to you later. 

Wrong.

Joe got to you immediately.

He pulled on the hem of your top and worked it over your head, leaving your to blow a mess of hair from your face which didn't work because it was all wet strands that stuck to wet skin. You heard Joe suppress a giggle, used a kiss to not let it slip out, because fucking God, you were so fucking cute.

Your fingers found Joe’s trousers to undo, but Joe was quick to take over. Knew it’d be faster if he did it himself.

“You’re going to have to talk to me,” Joe panted, shoulders pulled up high and chin tucked in as he undid the button to his trousers, carefully handling the zipper. You frowned as you peeled your wet jeans from your legs, nearly losing your balance as you did.

Was okay though. Joe caught you with a strong arm before you did. 

“Tell me what you like,”

Considerate. But you weren’t one to say all that much during getting to know someone like this. Joe could get some panting yesses and some encouraging moans from you to guide him along, but that’d sort of be it.

“Tell me what you don’t,” Joe added, because your lack of answer translated into hesitation from you.

The rain was really coming down harder now, violent and unrelenting, tapping hard against the windows of his bedroom. It was nice for background noise, didn’t leave the silence awkward. Muffled everything a little and you were glad you couldn't hear your own heartbeat in your ears because that meant Joe wouldn't be able to hear it rattle in your chest either.

With his arm still around your waist from making sure you didn’t topple over, Joe crowded in more, and where touches and kisses had been hurried and messy since stepping over the threshold, Joe took a second to just... be close.

Let his nose circle yours without letting your lips meet.

It turned you on so much, it kind of drove you mad.

He took a small step forwards that forced you to take one backwards.

You curled both arms behind your back to unclasp your bra, and Joe was quick to remove it from between the two of you, letting it drop to the floor. You heard his careful breathing, felt it on your face as his grip around you tightened as he slowly pushed forward more.

You took small backward steps until the back of your legs touched the bed and you made sure to wrap both arms around Joe’s neck to ensure you’d take him with you.

Joe braced an arm against the bed, slowing you both down, ensuring the wind didn't get knocked out of you.

The second your bare back touched his sheets, Joe's mouth found yours again in the dark and hands roamed where they hadn't roamed before.

“Is this okay?” Joe muttered after a while, one finger hooking the side of your underwear, like this wasn’t the sole reason for you even being there in the first place, and you nodded.

Of course this was okay. 

But suddenly, almost just to fuck with him, you frowned and went, “Actually…” all serious, like you were about to leave a yelp review, and Joe pulled back immediately. 

You felt how he held his breath, waiting for you to say something. Hesitant. Nervous.

“You’ve not said anythi– look, these match the bra,”

Joe’s eyes scanned down, looked over his shoulder but couldn’t see your bra at all, and then turned to look back at you, confused.

“It’s a set.”

Joe didn’t get it. Why would he fucking care if your bra matched your briefs?

Joe dipped down and kissed your neck to avoid having to answer.

Joe had also said you’d have to tell him what you liked, and... all right, fine, you could try.

“Tell me you like it, I want you to– say you like ‘em,”

“I love them,” Joe immediately obliged, speaking hot breath into your ear.

Good.

You hadn’t put the effort in for Joe specifically, because how could you have ever predicted this is where you’d end up, but you had put in effort and wanted, no needed, the validation.

“I love them so much,” Joe said, hands now working to pull them down your legs whilst you started trying to undo Joe of his underwear.

It was dark, and the air around you felt cold where the rain had left you wet, but Joe was on top of you, and you were both entirely naked now, and arousal worked hard to heat you up from the inside out. You felt yourself start to unfurl at the edges.

Joe’s hands were everywhere.

Joe’s mouth was everywhere.

“Inside,” you panted, surprised you were actually instructing.

“Yea? Where?” Joe asked, voice all breathy, his fingers stroking silky soft skin, leaving trails of tingles and slick.

You didn’t even really care where if you were honest. Just wanted to feel him inside. You’d felt it press up against you for long enough now.

“Inside,” you said again, unable and unwanting to explain yourself any further, but using your hands to help and guide, showing him rather than telling him.

And fine. Joe could be shown. Instructing didn’t always need words. Could be nonverbal all the same, Joe decided, gladly letting you help him push himself inside.

And, fuck.

Fuck.

That felt so fucking good.

Joe went slow.

Was all tender touch and paid attention. Tried to hold his breath until he couldn’t anymore. Tried to keep his groans inside until he couldn’t anymore.

Joe went slow until he couldn’t anymore, hips finding a pace all by themselves, spurred on by your moans and your finger nails that dug wherever they could dig.

Joe’s weight on top felt nice.

Joe’s hands moving your legs about rather than trying to manoeuvre you into entirely new positions was nice.

Joe’s head buried into the space between your neck and shoulder was nice.

All his sounds unmistakably close to your ear was nice.

It was all nice, and then it became good.

“Yes,” you panted, moaned loudly, and heard Joe pant and huff a proud laugh.

“Yea?”

“Mm hmm,”

You felt it creep up. Slowly, but definitely there. Joe needed to keep doing exactly what he was doing. No messing.

“Yes, don’t stop, don’t–” moans got louder, and, it fed something inside Joe. His ego, his pride, his dignity, his confidence.

It had the wrong effect.

Joe knew he was doing something good, because, look at you. But it made him want to do more. Encouraged by the noise you were making, Joe upped all of everything he was doing, and–

“No, you’re–” you laid a flat hand over his shoulder in an attempt to slow him back down.

You felt how Joe went rigid, almost halted entirely.

“Go back– you need to, do it– I said, don’t stop, you–”

You weren’t very good at using your words, but could anyone really blame you? Look at where you were. What you were doing. How you were feeling.

Joe got the message, though. Went back to what he was doing before when you had started moaning yesses and, yea, it took a little time to get back to that same place you were before. But Joe was unrelenting, just like the rain outside that got smacked against the windows by strong gusts of wind, and your orgasm hit you just like it as well.

For a second or two, you weren’t really there.

You felt Joe’s weight, felt his movement, felt his touch, but you were gone.

Heard just the rustle of wind and the clattering of raindrops, a loud static in your mind, and felt utter, utter bliss.

You floated long, tried to stretch it for as long as you could, until you suddenly were there again, in Joe's bedroom, on top of his sheets, and you heard him groan loudly. Felt his hips stutter against your own. Felt him spill deep inside.

It took Joe long to pull out.

He kind of kept going for a little bit after he came too, seemed almost hypnotised and went for as long as he could, until he couldn't anymore. Until he winced, and stopped, and carefully pulled himself out.

You awaited reality to crash into you like a shockwave, but the shock took its sweet time and you thought maybe it was saving itself for the morning, because this was always your favourite part. Straight after, where guys let their heads drop against your shoulder, against your chest, all their weight heavy on top as they caught their breath.

And Joe was just like every other guy ever, because he did the same. Rested on top of you until his breathing evened out.

But Joe was also different, because before he rolled off of you, his hands found your face to touch, to cup, to hold as he pressed kisses into sweaty skin, and then asked you if you needed anything. If he could get you something.

“The bathroom,” you said, letting a breathy laugh escape you that Joe copied.

You pushed all thoughts of doubt aside, told your mind that it could panic over the lack of protection used later. Shock was allowed to find you in the morning, you’d decided now.

“Don’t be long,” Joe mused, rolling off and moving covers to crawl underneath, revealing he expected you back. Back into bed with him. To cuddle, to snuggle, to tangle limbs and to fall asleep together.

What the fuck was your life?

You and Joe didn’t do this.

Had never done this.

But it was nice, and comfortable, and exactly what you fucking needed, so you gave in. Peed, cleaned yourself up, splashed water wherever you felt it needed splashing, and snuck right back into bed where it was warm. Where two strong arms pulled you close.

You were both naked still.

And Joe had his remnants inside you still.

But reality could find you later.

Joe warmed you up from the inside out and from the outside in.

Reality could find you in the morning.

the end

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[junosmindpalace]

hello! i saw your requests were open and you write for saiki k ! 😁 I was wondering if i can request general dating hcs for saiki?

my first saiki request! exciting! also ive been so active??? hopefully i can keep this up, ive been working to clear out my inbox so i can open it again!

i miss watching saiki k i need to rewatch for the thousandth time 

general kusuo saiki dating headcanons

-for saiki, dating was never something of interest to him, especially considering the nature of his supernatural abilities

-even he’s uncertain how he managed to fall in love with you in his hectic everyday life, but he did, and to his surprise, you liked him back! So boom boom you two are dating!

-dating saiki isn’t a secret thing, but a private thing, you get what i mean? He doesn’t go out of his way to hide the fact you two are seeing each other but he definitely doesn’t initiate pda or outright tell people the two of you are dating just for the sake of telling

-saiki isnt completely reserved as most people may think though. I mean hes in a relationship for a reason. If he didnt want to take on the responsibilities of being a boyfriend then he wouldnt be in a relationship. Simple!

-pda is an absolute no no most of the time, but in private, he doesnt mind being more physical

-by physical i mean bothering the shit out of him

-maybe the two of you will be reading on his couch, opposite end of each other, and out of nowhere you just stretch your legs onto his lap

-he shoots you a glare and you stick your tongue out, and thats pretty much it. He doesnt push you off, just continues reading and letting you relax

-maybe you’ll both be watching tv in the dark late at night and you’ll lean into his side and again, he wont move. Hell, he might rest his arm on the cushion behind you!

-dating saiki means youre probably the more talkative one, but there are plenty of times where saiki just loves to rant to you about his annoyances

-”ah look, nuisances A and B.” “kusuo thats rude” “dont pretend to be all nice”

-he brings you everywhere with him. As he already almost constantly gets dragged into something he doesnt want to do by his friends, he’s dragging you along with him so you can suffer too (cough he can tolerate his friends a bit more)

-youre a bit of a translator for him, usually the one who excuses his rudeness sometimes and he’ll go “don’t speak for me”

-his friends are shocked when he finds out about you to say the least. But they adore you!!

-sooo super nice because of course. eventually as you all continue to get closer and they notice the subtle change in saikis demeanor when hes around you, the soft smiles and attentiveness, theyre genuinely so happy for the two of you

-you have to beg him for homework answers that he typically refuses to give you, saying you need to take responsibility for your work

-you do know about his powers; you have to if youre his partner

-and sometimes you cant help yourself by asking questions or asking him to show off sometimes

-but other than that youre respectful of his boundaries and leave him alone about it

-but maaaaybe sometimes he’ll be nice. like if you accidentally misplaced something of yours, he’ll use clairvoyance to find it and silently leave in somewhere you’ll find later

-cafe dates! Purposely makes sure to steer clear of places his classmates would visit to avoid attention

-surprise him with a sweet he likes (bonus points if its to cheer him up after his friends put him in a foul mood) and he’ll give you a brief kiss on your cheek <3

-his parents love you which he doesnt know if its a good or bad thing, because theyre constantly all over you, his dad teasing him all the time

-you’re always welcome in their house!

-something you wouldve never expected was saiki getting protective, but when it comes down to his brother, he cant help but be a little nervous, so he keeps you a lot closer when hes visiting or his family visits him and invites you to come along

-overall being in a relationship with saiki is surprisingly exciting, and though he isnt very vocal about it, its through his little actions that you can tell he appreciates having you in his life

#saiki k oneshot #saiki k hcs #saiki headcanons #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo x reader #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki k imagines #saiki k x you #saiki k x reader #saiki kusuo

[e-dubbc11]

(Hoping this gets in time for the end of your sleepover) Does little raven ever draw on her arms with markers and show her parents her 'tattoos'? I love The Sweetest Pain series💙💙

My darling Nonnie,

Thank you for coming to say hello and for participating in my sleepover. And thank you for reading and loving The Sweetest Pain series.

So of course Little Raven loves to draw on her arms to show her parents her “tattoos!” This was SUCH a good ask and I hope you like what I did here and know that you can stop by my inbox anytime you’d like. ♥️

A Work of Art

Photos are not mine except middle picture in the left hand column. My daughter painted that one. The rest are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff

Word Count: 1.6K-ish

Summary: Little Raven draws a LOT just like her father and she’s also a talented little artist. She has a special picture for Billy when he picks her up from daycare.

Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

She was just a toddler but you could tell that she loved to draw.

Sure, give a child pieces of paper and some crayons and they’ll draw pictures for hours if you let them.

But Anna Raven was different.

She concentrated very hard on what she wanted to draw and if it didn’t come out the way she wanted it to, she became very frustrated. She was a perfectionist…like her father. And like you too, to some extent, but Billy was certainly, a perfectionist.

A trait that he definitely passed on to your little miss.

“Hi, Mommy!” Exclaimed Anna as she looked up from the table where she was drawing.

You had left work earlier than usual so you decided to surprise Little Raven and pick her up early from daycare. Sneaking up on her was tough; that little girl had very acute hearing, yet another trait she inherited from her father.

You’d always try and catch her playing with the other kids or drawing at the table. All you had wanted to do was sit and watch her for a minute without her noticing but she always did.

She dropped the blue crayon she was holding and ran over to you. Scooping her up in your arms, you placed her firmly on your hip and kissed her cheek.

“Hi, baby girl! You drawing again?” You asked her.

Anna pointed at the table she was sitting at before you came in.

“I show you!” She said, full of excitement.

Wiggling in your arms to be put down, you set her down on the floor and she took off to pick up the paper she was coloring when you walked in. The paper she handed over to you had a picture of a bird, more accurately, a blue jay.

“You drew this?!” You asked her with raised eyebrows and a wide smile.

Little Raven was swinging her arms back and forth with a big smile on her face when she answered you.

“Uh huh! I give it to Shortcake.” She said.

Shortcake was another artist that worked at Billy’s studio and she was also Anna’s favorite babysitter. Her nickname for Anna was “Little Bird.”

“Well, I think Shortcake will love that, baby.” You said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “You ready to go home? Go see, Daddy?”

There was another picture on the table that she gave to you. It was a picture of a flower but when you looked closely at it, you realized it was a rose…like the tattoo you have on your hand.

“You keep, Mommy.” Said Little Raven.

“For me? Thank you, Anna! You’re so thoughtful.” You said. “I’ll hang it up on the board when we get home, ok?”

“Ok, Mommy. Let’s go!” And she grabbed your hand to head toward the door.

**********

Very few things on earth are more adorable than a three-year-old, fist pumping and singing along with Cherry Bomb from her car seat. The two of you loved to sing along to music in the car while on the way home from daycare.

You had started to cook dinner, when you heard keys in the door. Billy was home.

“Hey beautiful.” He said, walking through the door.

“Hi handsome, hey can you put some soap on my hands? I was just touching raw meat.” You said.

“Can I put my stuff down, first?” Billy asked sarcastically.

“Can you bite me? How long does it take you to put your backpack down, lieutenant?” You said, returning the sarcasm with a smile. “Come kiss me, while you’re at it.”

“Alright, alright. Keep your shirt on, my little firecracker.” He said with a warm smile.

Billy walked over to the kitchen sink, picked up the soap bottle and dispensed a few drops onto your hand. He gently tugged on the back of your hair to tilt your chin up so he could kiss you. Billy always kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in a week.

You definitely didn’t mind.

Billy smiled against your lips while he kissed them; he cupped your cheeks and peppered kisses all over your face.

He was so happy to see you.

“You have a good day, sweet girl?” He asked.

You replied, “Mmmm hmmm. How ‘bout you, my love?”

“Oh, I gotta show you the tattoo I did today, baby.” Said Billy, excitedly.

He pulled out his phone and showed you all of the pictures he took.

“Hey, where’s our mini firecracker? Anna?!” Billy called out.

The two of you heard little footsteps running down the hallway.

“Daddy!!!” Yelled Little Raven.

Billy tossed Anna in the air; her wild dark brown hair blew back away from her face as she fell back into Billy’s arms. With their matching smiles, they greeted each other like they did on any other day.

They were adorable together.

Anna picked up her pictures to show Billy.

“You did this today?” Asked Billy.

Little Raven nodded.

“This one for Shortcake.” She pointed to the bird picture. “And dis one for Mommy.” Anna said, pointing to the picture of the rose.

“Well, where’s my picture?” Billy asked her.

Little Raven shrugged, then said, “I make you one tomorrow.”

You covered your mouth to try and contain your laughter.

Billy narrowed his eyes and playfully said to Anna, “Uh huh, I see. Pictures for Mommy and Shortcake but no pictures for Daddy.”

“You get one tomorrow, Daddy.” She said.

And she toddled off into the other room.

You could see Billy was slightly bothered that he didn’t get a picture.

“Awww, handsome. She said she’d make you one tomorrow. And I did give birth to her, I should get a picture before you.” You said, starting to chuckle.

“Ok, well if I go pick her up tomorrow and she didn’t draw a picture for me, I’m leavin’ her there for the night.” He said, jokingly.

The two of you had a good laugh at that one.

*********

The Next Day

It was Billy’s turn to pick Anna up from daycare and when he pulled into the parking lot, he watched as other parents held their kids’ hands walking down the ramp toward their cars. They asked how their day was before strapping them into their car seats and driving home for the day.

When he walked inside, he didn’t see Anna right away. One of her teachers, Sally, noticed him looking around for Little Raven.

“Hi, Mr. Russo! Sooooo Anna was a little sneak today, got a hold of some markers and well…” Said Sally.

Just as she made mention of the markers, Anna emerged from around the corner where the bathrooms were. She was followed by another one of her teachers, one corner of Little Raven’s mouth curled into a sly smile like she knew she wasn’t supposed to smiling but she did anyway. The exposed skin on her arm was covered in what appeared to be every color of the rainbow and then some.

Anna had done her best to give herself a tattoo sleeve just like you and Billy have. She colored in the flower on her hand and drew more flowers up and down her arm.

Anna saw her father waiting for her. Biting down on his lower lip, Billy tried to keep a straight face and not laugh but it was almost impossible. They should know better not to leave markers out where a toddler could get a hold of them.

Billy bent down as she ran toward him. Covering his mouth so she wouldn’t see him laughing, he asked her, “Anna Raven, what did you do?”

She was laughing a little when she answered him. “I drew a picture for you, Daddy! I want it better but I messed up a little.” She said.

“It’s ok, baby girl. You did a really good job. You made your tattoos look a little like Mommy’s.” Said Billy.

Sally interrupted.

“I’m VERY sorry, Mr. Russo. We should have been paying closer attention.” She said.

Billy wasn’t upset. How could he be? Anna Raven, at almost four years old, was showing an interest in what he did for a living and she really liked it which made his heart swell.

He never thought being a father would make him so happy, so complete, but it did and also made him think about how easily his mother tossed him aside. He was a piece of her and she gave him away like he was an item of clothing that didn’t fit anymore. He didn’t fit in her life and got in the way of what she wanted most.

He couldn’t imagine doing that. Anna was a part of him, he could never outgrow her, and his love for her would always be the perfect fit.

Billy replied. “Oh don’t apologize, please. It will wash off eventually. She didn’t draw on the walls or anything, did she?” He asked.

Anna’s other teacher replied, “Nope, just on herself. She is quite the little artist.”

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and snapped some pictures of his little work of art to send to you.

Your response was,

Well she did say she was going to draw a picture for you today.

And you followed it up with a few shocked face emoji’s.

Laughing at your response, he turned to Anna and said, “Come on, little miss. Let’s go show Mommy the picture you drew for me today.”

“She like it, Daddy?” Asked Anna.

Billy kissed her forehead.

“Oh yeah…Mommy will love it.”

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[leviathans-watching]

Helooo!!

May I request the the brothers plus Simeon reacting to their s/o (she/her) rejecting a kiss?

Like when they are about to lean in for a kids she sets a finger on their mouth while moving her head back slightly with a smile.

No need to rush, remember to eat and stay hydrated!

rejecting their kiss with the older brothers, simeon, and diavolo

includes: the older brothers, diavolo, simeon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list

a/n: hello!! i didn't have the need to ever use pronouns for the mc, which is why i wrote gender-neutral but you are more than welcome to imagine a female one in these scenarios! i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to req, chat, or leave feedback, so come say hello!

please reblog <3

➳ lucifer leans down for a kiss, but you’re quicker, ducking away. surprised, lucifer pulls back, examining your expression for any sign of offense. “is everything okay?” he asks, brows furrowed. you feel a little bad for teasing him and fight a losing battle with the smile threatening to overtake your face. i just wanted to be the one to kiss you, you explain slyly, before claiming a kiss of your own. “okay,” lucifer says after you pull away, slightly mystified but unwilling to push. he’s just happy that he’s gotten his goodbye kiss, though he’s got no clue why it matters who initiated.

➳ mammon tries to speak around the finger on his lips, words coming out mushed and unintelligible. after a few moments, he gently grabs your wrists and moves it with a small glare. “what’s the big idea?” he asks, eyes narrowed. “yer rejecting a kiss from the great mammon? doncha know you should he honored, human?” he’s mostly teasing at this point when he says stuff like that, but he does want to know why you wouldn’t let him kiss you. did his breath stink or something? i’m just teasing, you say, before picking up and motioning him to retry.

➳ levi pulls away from you, horrified. “did you not want me to kiss you? did i misread the symbols? oh, mc, i’m so sorry!” of course you didn’t want to kiss a yucky otaku like himself! don’t freak out, you say, a little too late. i was just teasing you. relief swoops through him, heady and fast. “don’t do that,” he whines. “my heart can’t take it!” it takes you leaning up to deliver another peck yourself for him to stop, although that might be more to his whole system crashing and then rebooting rather than anything else.

➳ simeon raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to move your finger. “wow, mc, i’m hurt. to think you don't want a divine blessing, a kiss delivered from an angel himself. you must really want bad luck to fall upon you and everyone you love, which as we’ve established from this, clearly isn’t me. do you-” stop, you interrupt with a laugh bubbling out of you. if you get a kiss will you shut up? “oh, wow,” simeon continues, “now you’re telling the angel to shut up? foolish human.” he’s about to say more but you decide you can’t take it and shut him up yourself, lips pressed firmly to his.

➳ diavolo has never been rejected before, even playfully! yeah, it sounds awful to say, but it’s the truth. he stares at you, stunned, and you wonder if you’ve broken him. “ah, was i making you uncomfortable?” he asks around your finger, clearing his throat. “sorry about that.” you move your hand to his neck and pull him in gently. he follows your ministrations willingly, coming closer to you with ease. i was messing with you, you explain, face inches from his, and diavolo sighs in relief before making up for the failed attempt with vigor.

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Opposites attract  ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

🐣: pairing: Lee Felix x F!reader

🐣: genre: fluff, angst, smut. 18- DNI

🐣: synopsis: forever thinking that opposites dont attract due to what society says, a new exchange student makes you trust in fate.

🐣: warnings: smut, protected sex, college!au, fingering, brief mention of drugs and alcohol, labels, pet name (baby, petal)

🐣: words: 5.3k

🐣: a/n: i ditched my jisung fic for this after getting attacked by the COMEBACK TEASER. LIKE HELLO, WTF IS THAT. skz, pls let me live my life in peace, i beg.🙏🏻 dw, i will be going back to my Jisung fic after i posted this.

felix looked too good in the teaser that i had to write something. i love long haired felix that i wanted more of it and now i have been blessed. jisung, you’ll always be my ult bias, but lemme simp for felix for a while pls. this took me less than a day to write, lmao.

likes, feedback and reblogs are welcome, especially reblogs as they help get my fics and blog out there. pls consider leaving comments or spam my inbox! ty all for the love as of lately!

lmk if i missed anything in the warnings & enjoy 🖤

🐣: master list

They say that opposites attract but is that always the case?

College is a fairly eventful place to be. Parties, pranks, heartbreak and rumours. When you entered college, you didn't want to get involved in any of that. You wanted to get your education and go, start living your life with no strings attached.

How naïve you are.

It’s pretty common for college to have social groups. Just like in movie: mean girls, you have the jocks, the cheerleaders who want to get into the jocks pants, the nerds and the alts.

You wasn't a fan of these labels but if you had to pick, you'd be classed as a nerd. You like art, manga, anime. You're majoring in art and design. You cared about the way you look, but you wouldn't willingly wake up at 5am to get ready. A flannel t-shirt, jeans and hair scrapped back was enough for you. You're an art student, you don't have time to care about the way you look.

You only have a handful of friends and that was enough for you. If you spent more than thirty minutes with people, your social battery starts draining so you'd think of an excuse to go back to your dorm and relax. Socialising is not for you.

College life was rather peaceful for you. Top student, handful of friends and being able to do the things you want do as well as living on your own – which is a bonus. It wasn't until rumours started spreading that an exchange student had started halfway through the semester – which is uncommon and odd because now, they have a lot of catching up to do.

You didn't get a chance to see him considering you was swamped in work. Deadlines are coming up and you wasn't even halfway done with your work, so you was either in the art room or in your dorm. Stressed was an understatement.

But you did hear rumours. Rumours spread like wildfire in college. You heard that his family had power, that they knew the mafia. Whilst everyone believed it, you thought it was ridiculous. 'child's play' You heard little things about him though, that he had dark hair, Australian, he would smile so bright, the sun got jealous. Of course, you was yet to see him, so you believed the rumours with a pinch of salt.

Your first glimpse of him was on a sunny day. You was sat on the grass, doodling whatever came to mind. You was suffocating in the art room and decided it was best to get some fresh air. As you took a sip of water, you took the chance to look around, people watch.

The jocks were practising whatever sport it was that they did. Cheerleaders practicing their cheers. You wasn't a massive fan of these groups, but you admired them a little. They have led the college to championships which is admirable in itself. You also felt a little sorry for them. must be lonely when your life revolved around sport and cheer.

The nerds were sat at a picnic bench, playing dungeons and dragons. You'd join in, if you wasn't such an introvert and if you knew how to play. An argument erupted between the group, claiming that its not how the game goes or whatever.

You chuckled to yourself before your gaze fell on the alternative group. A group of 8, dressed in the typical alternative clothing. Skinny black jeans, band tees, converses, Doc Martens. Eye liner lining their eyes, nails painted, tattoos covering their skin and, of course, the metal that decorated their faces.

Chan, Jisung and Changbin have known each other the longest. They met in high school and share a passion for music. They even released a few tracks onto SoundCloud. You hate to admit but, you liked a few of them, even if it wasn't your style of music. To no surprise, they all major in music.

Minho and Hyunjin love to dance, taking part in dance competitions inside and out of campus. Minho being the more experienced dancer. Hyunjin loved art, just like you do. He didn't look like the type to so you was surprised to see him in your class and Minho is obsessed with his 3 cats. You heard that Felix also loved to dance, so its no surprised that Minho and Hyunjin took him under their wings

Seungmin and Jeongin have voices of an angel. You heard rumours that they're really talented at singing. You thought it was nonsense until you attended the campus talent contest. You felt like your ears were being baptized.

Love them or hate them, you cant deny that they're a talent bunch of young men

"Oi Felix! Over here!" You looked over to who was shouting and who he was shouting to

Bang Chan was stood on the picnic table, arms waving and smiling. You looked over and saw someone running to him. "Must be the exchange student."

Everyone greeting Felix before he sat down and joined in on the conversations. He was sucking on a lollipop, the stick hanging out off his mouth, resting on his bottom lip. You took this time to admire him. Considering how close you was sat, you could hear his voice over the sounds of many others.

His voice was deep and smooth, like velvety chocolate. You've never heard a voice that deep before and his accent was thick. It was hot. His black hair tied half up, half down, black jeans and boots whilst wearing a white vest and a sleeveless, leather jacket.

You couldn't help but feel physically attracted to him. He looked so sweet and so innocent that is hard to believe that his family knew the Mafia. Maybe one day, you'd draw him. He had that aura around him that felt warm and welcoming. You couldn't help but notice how deep his laugh is, how his eyed would crinkle at the corners and his white teeth would be on display due to the big grin he would show.

Maybe you was staring to much because Felix turned and instantly locked his eyes onto yours. He grinned at you, giving you a little wave. You flushed red, cheeks and the tips of your ears turning red. You looked back at your mindless doodles on your paper, feeling shy and embarrassed that you got caught.

Felix turned to his friends, enquiring who you are. Nobody really knew, expect Hyunjin. He told Felix your name and that you two are doing the same major together. Hyunjin said that you two rarely spoke but when you do, he found you to be sweet.

Felix hummed and nodded, looking over his shoulder at you. You was too absorbed in your drawing at this point to notice. Felix was curious. He wanted to know who you are. He made it his mission to find out who you are.

Your first interaction happened shortly after. You was up to your neck in work, feeling stressed beyond belief. you felt overwhelmed and anxious that you wasn't going to finish in time. You spent the majority of your day in the art studio and by six pm, you had enough.

Your head hurt, mind blank and all you could see was various colours of the paints you've been using. Deciding that trying to get any more work done was useless, you packed up your things.

Walking out the door, bag over your shoulder, supplies piled high in your arms, you bumped into someone, your supplies crash landing beneath your feet.

"Fuck. I am so sorry!" You bent down, collecting your things feeling embarrassed.

"It's okay. I wasn't really looking where i was going so it should be me apologizing." That deep, Australia voice ran through your ears. You looked up to see Felix bending over and helping you.

You couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked up close and the fact that he has freckles that adorned his skin, made you weak. You find freckles beautiful, they're your weakness.

You stood the same time as Felix. He handed you your art book which you took. His fingers decorated in rings and fingers nails painted.

"Thank you." You smiled, taking your book off him.

"Do you need any help? I can help you carry some stuff if you want." You thought about it for a second before agreeing. He took some stuff off you. 'Lead the way."

You made your way to your dorm. starting conversations was not your strong point. You cursed yourself for being an introvert and wished you knew what to say but making the first move always felt awkward to you.

"So (Y/N) you enjoying art" You looked at Felix, eyebrows knitted together.

"How do you know my name and that i do art?"

'Well, considering I'm carrying your art supplies should be a big giveaway. Anyways, Hyunjin told me."

Ah, of course, that made sense.

"You asked about me?" Felix hummed.

"After i caught you staring at me, i was curious about you. So i asked. Seems like you tend to keep yourself to yourself." You flushed red at the mention of getting caught staring at him for too long.

"Sorry about that. I was just interested in who you are and what you look like." Felix laughed, the sound giving you goose bumps and butterflies in your stomach.

"Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure you've heard the rumours. By the way, my family are not part of the mafia." He shook his head, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous rumour.

"I never believed that, you're too sweet to be part of something like that." The words left your mouth before you could register. You looked at Felix, who had a pink tint across his cheeks at your compliment.

"Thank you." You looked at your feet, feeling shy as you reached your dorm. You rummaged around for the key and opened the door.

"You want to come in? i don't have much to drink but i do have a collection of energy drinks you can have."

"As much as i would love to-" Felix handed back your things "I have to dash. I have practise and Minho doesn't like it when people are late."

You nodded and smiled, taking your things off him. "Okay, you best get going then."

"yeah, I'll see you around?" You nodded again, smiling and saying goodbye as Felix ran to the dance room. You closed the door behind you, noticing your heart was pounding against your ribcage, butterflies in your stomach.

Slowly but surely, you're getting feelings for him and there is nothing you can do to stop it, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

Weeks went by after that. Your interaction's with Felix started of as small and minimal. He would occasionally wait outside the art room after class for Hyunjin, exchanging small hello's whenever you would pass each other.

He once brung a tub of homemade brownies and passed them around his friend group before offering you one. You thanked him as you took one, the chocolatey gooeyness satisfied your sweet tooth. You asked him how he made them, which he happily told you. Soon, you conversated about anything, chemistry bouncing back and forth between you both.

You exchanged contact details and soon enough, you was texting each other everyday, all day. You would text each other good morning, ask how classes are going, bitch about the teachers or how much work you had to do.

Felix would send you videos of his dancing and you admire how his body moved and flowed with the beat. He's a natural and you understood why Minho and Hyunjin praise him so often. He would occasionally send you mirror selfies, typically after practise.

You couldn't help but notice how his sweat would cover his skin, hair sticking to his face. You could tell he was – or has been – working out just by looking at his arms. You recalled him saying he would like to work on his body and have Changbin to help, noting that Changbin knew his stuff about the human body and he too, also liked to bulk up.

You sent more photos than videos. You rarely sent selfies, instead sending him photos of your art work. It made you giddy when he complimented your work. No matter how many times you showed him a new piece, he was always stunned by your talent. You thieved of his praises and compliments, it gave you confidence.

You soon started to try new styles of art. Oil paint, pen, digital, even painting with coffee and having a go at animation – all because you wanted to impress Felix.

To the outside world, you two were a mismatch, you didn't seem to fit together. However, you both had much in common and conversation just flowed between you both like melted butter. The more you got to know him, the more time you spent, the more your feelings grew.

You tried to ignore it. You didn't have time for relationships right now, but you caught yourself daydreaming about him in art class causing the teacher to scold you. You'd be checking your phone ever five minutes, think about him day in and day out. He invited you to his dorm, which you said yes. You watched him bake his signature brownies whilst you drew a pencil sketch of him.

Felix noticed and you got instantly shy, anxious and worried that Felix would hate you for drawing him, especially since you didn't ask permission. Instead, Felix was wowed by it, complimenting it over and over again making your ego balloon.

He kept the sketch. He framed it and hung it in his bedroom.

You thrived off the morning messages, they made up your day. You noticed the littlest things about him, like how he would cover his face with his small hands when shy, his ears turning red. How his bottom lip would always stick out when he wanted something. You knew him better than he knew himself and the same could be said about you.

You never mingled with his group though. You did start to speak to Hyunjin a bit more in class and said the occasionally hello to them if you saw them passing by, but that was about it. They knew something was going to happen if it hadn't already, but they kept quiet.

Its Felix's life and what he chooses to do with it, is up to him.

You woke up at 8:30am, the ping of your phone being the first sound your heard. You grabbed your phone, smiling wide as you felt giddy.

sunshine 💛🌻: good morning! i hope you slept well 🥺 you have classes today right? x

you: good morning, lix 😚 i do, sadly ;-; but it is only one and lasts for hour and a half 😁 x

sunshine 💛🌻: so, after class you have a free day? x

you: yeah, why? x

sunshine 💛🌻: meet me in the dining hall at 1? i made cookies for the first time and need an honest opinion. the boys are useless at feedback sometimes 🥲🙄 x

you: haha, oh lix 🤣 ofc i will come and tastes the cookies, which i am sure taste oh so yummy 🤤😋 x

sunshine 💛🌻: yeah yeah. you're just saying that 🤭 just make sure your sweet ass is in the dining hall 😉 x

you: sweet ass? 🤨 dw lix, i'll be there. i get to see you so ofc i'll come down 😚 x

sunshine 💛🌻: smooth (Y/N) 😏 see you soon, gorgeous 🥰💛 x

you: see you soon, lix 😚💛 x

you squealed, locking your phone and giggling like a school girl. you made an effort in getting dressed. styling your hair and wearing clothing no one has seen you in before. You even put on make-up which you rarely did. No normal person would put in this much effort just to taste some cookies, so why are you?

Because you've fallen for him, that's why. Realising that pushing away and ignoring your feelings only made them stronger, you decided to embrace it and accept the fact that you love Felix, more than a friend. It was never going to go away. Felix made you happy so why shouldn't you grab this happiness and embrace it? You deserve to be happy and loved.

Your class went by agonisingly slow, mainly because you kept checking the clock every five seconds. People didn't recognise you at first, thinking you was a new student. When they realised it was you, they were shocked and impressed that you had style. You even got a few compliments which made you feel more confident

When your lesson finally ended, you raced out of there in a heartbeat, speeding to the dining hall where Felix would be waiting for you. The closer you got to the hall, you increasingly became more nervous. nerves and excitement was all you could feel, you felt slightly sick but you wanted to see Felix.

Walking into the dining hall, you looked around and noticed the table Felix and his friends were sitting at, his back to you. You slowly approached them. The closer you approached, the more of their conversation you heard. You stopped as soon as you heard your name, deciding to eavesdrop.

"C'mon man, we all know something is happening between you and (Y/N)!" Changbin exclaimed, determined to get some gossip about the two of you, out off his friend

"Dude! nothing is happening. We're just friends, that's all!" Minho scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Felix, friends-" Minho quoted with his fingers "don't text each other every single day. They don't spend half as much time as you do with her!"

"So?" Felix shrugged "She's good company, nice to be around. She's calm, unlike some people." Felix glared at his friends, laughing.

"Ok, but friends also don't text each other sweet morning messages that end with kisses. We see you Felix, grinning at your phone like a looney." Minho poked Felix's shoulder.

"C'mon man, its nothing that!" Felix protested

"Then what is it like?" Jisung asked. The boys full attention on Felix, interested in his answer. Felix blushed, going shy.

"We're just friends! nothing more. Now stop teasing me!" everyone laughed before falling silent for a few seconds. The silence was broken by Hyunjin.

"What do you two talk about?"

"Mhm, anything really. Why?"

"Well, she doesn't seem like a very interesting person. when we speak, its not super interesting. isnt she like, boring and dull to be around?"

As soon as Felix opened his mouth to say something, you rushed passed him. He noticed, his own heart sinking. He shot Hyunjin a glare before chasing after you. Seungmin and Jeongin took turns in flicking the mans forehead.

Felix dashed after you, calling your name. You hurried to your dorm, ignoring his calls. Your heart shattering into pieces, tears blurring your vision

"(Y/N)! Let m-" You slammed the door in Felix's face. Felix knocked on the door, calling your name over and over again. You ignored him, walking to the bathroom. You washed your make up off and changed back into your simple, comfortable wear.

You felt stupid. Of course Felix wouldn't like someone like you. Of course he finds you boring and dull. Everyone else does, so why wouldn't he? He probably just pitted you, felt sorry for you so he forced himself to hang out with you.

That stung. it stung so much, it made you want to throw up. You deemed yourself as smart, a level headed person so how could you have been so stupid to the truth?!

Was it the truth though? did Felix pity you or did he genuinely enjoy your company? It didn't make sense, none of it makes sense! You hastily wiped your tears from your cheeks, phone pinging.

sunshine 💛🌻: im not leaving until you talk to me. even if i have to camp outside your room. 😶 x

Sighing, you walked to the front door and opening it, walking away as Felix walked inside and closed the door.

"what do you want Felix?" Your tone was cold, emotionless, back turned to Felix so he couldn't gauge your emotions.

"let me explain."

"explain? explain what? that hyunjin is right and that all this time, you just hung out with me because you felt sorry for me? save it Felix, I'm not interested."

"what? no! that's not what i came to say!" Felix walked to you, hand on your shoulder gently. He spun you around to face him. You avoided his gaze by looking at the walls, furniture, paintings.

"If you stayed, you would have known that I was about to defend you. You're not boring or dull. Hyunjin just, doesn't think before he speaks." Felix sighed, running his fingers through his silky black hair.

"but its true." You all but whispered. "i am boring. i am dull. i hear it all the time from people."

"nono, you're not!" Felix lifted your chin up with his hand, forcing you to look at him, his own heart shattering once he say your tear stained cheeks and hurt evident in your eyes. "I've had, the most amazing time with you. you've been a joy to be around, petal. I haven't found your boring, or dull in the slightest!"

you sighed, arms crossed against your chest. you avoided his gaze once again.

"Felix, stop. we're opposites. Oil and water. we don't mix."

"opposites attract though!" Felix sounded hopefully, only for it to be shattered by a single shake of your head.

"no. no felix. not in this case. we don't. I'm just some boring, dull art student who dresses like a plain jane and loves to go for walks, take photos and go to museums. i dont have many friends because it tires me. id rather stay at home and watch a cheesy drama than go and get drunk at a lame, jock party that's filled with people taking drugs and having their cocks sucked!" You paused, looking Felix in his eyes for the first time

"and you? you're some badass guy who isn't afraid of what people think. you tell people to fuck off when they make comments, defend your many friends to the death. I even caught you defend some poor guy who's belongings were being thrown around by a jackass jock! people take one look at you and they're intimidated by you. people want to be you and people want to be with you. were not the same, we never have been!"

By now, you was sobbing. your tears cascading down your cheeks. your heart hurts. it hurts so bad, its suffocating. as much as you love Felix and would love to be with him and call him yours, its not possible. you deluded yourself of this fantasy. Today helped you realise that.

"What are you scared of?" Felix's question took you by surprise.

"what?"

"who cares about how you dress. who cares about if you like to take photos. who cares about that type of stuff, because i don't. in fact, I love that about you. i love your little quirks, i love how i feel when I'm around you. i dont have to pretend to be someone else."

"stop.. this is too much." you shake your head, hands coming to your face, hiding it.

"no! i wont stop! you're cute, adorable, sweet, funny, an absolute dork and very attractive!" You backed away from Felix, back hitting the wall. Heart swelling up with love, making you feel giddy.

You had to protect yourself, protect your heart from anymore heartbreak. you cant allow yourself to be swooned by his sweet talk. you’re opposites. you dont and shouldn't mix, society says so.

Felix gently removed your hands away from your face, cupping your cheeks. His face inches away from yours. "(Y/N), stop running away. you're so special to me. I've been feeling things that I've never felt before and, until now, I'm aware of the fact that - i think i love you."

You shake your head rapidly, unable to process his words. unable to process that your feelings are mutual.

"stop.." you whispered. Felix shook his head.

"no." his lips found their way onto yours. you tensed, a little unsure on what to do. deciding to just, go for it and let your walls down, you cling onto Felix's shirt, lips moving together in a slow and passionate kiss.

the kiss was filled with love for one another. it was tender, slow and made you feel so many butterflies that you felt you was drowning in them. his lips are soft against yours, his touch tender and soothing. fuck what society says, fate decided that you two are made for one another, so who are you to go against fates choice?

"Felix, i cant." You whimpered out. during the kiss, you both somehow managed to strip of all clothing and make your way to the bed. You're currently sprawled out on the sheets, naked and shy whilst Felix is by your side, his lips doing work on your neck whilst his middle and index fingers are thrusting inside you at a steady pace.

"shh baby, i got you. you're doing so well for me." he murmured against you skin, which is now decorated in purple bruises. You clenched around his fingers, your juices coating his digits.

Felix asked if you was a virgin judging by the way you acted so shy whilst stripping. You claimed you wasn't but the last time you did anything sexual with someone was a while ago. "just means i have to take extra special care of you.”

You gripped onto Felix's wrist, his fingers curled inside you as his pace quickened. The sounds of your wet cunt and soft moans bounced off the bedroom walls, making Felix hum

"you make the prettiest sounds for me, petal. you're so precious." You whimpered at his words, his thumb coming to contact with your clit. He applied pressure, rubbing circles on it as your back arched a little, moans in the form of Felix's name rolling off your tongue.

you felt warm, your pussy throbbing as the knot in the pit of your stomach was forming. you dug your nails into his soft skin, leaving marks.

"Felix.." you whimpered out, legs shaking as you tired to delay your orgasm until felix said you could cum

"want to cum?" you nodded fast, eyes pleading as your brows knitted together. "then cum petal. cum around my digits like a good girl."

You groaned out, legs shaking as your walls fluttered around felixs fingers. Felix thrusted his fingers slowly, rubbing lazy circles on your clit, helping you ride out your high. Once calm, Felix removed his fingers and kissed you softly and tenderly, you reciprocating the feelings.

You could feel Felix's hard cock poking the outside of your thigh. You went to reach for it, to relive him when he suddenly grabbed your wrist gently to stop you. You looked at him, confused.

"you dont have to do anything to me, let me care for you. tonight is all about you. besides, you'll have many opportunities to touch me in the future."

Your heart fluttered. so there's going to be more times that you and felix will be doing this type of stuff? You blushed at the thought. Felix shifted onto his knees, between your legs. He reached down and grabbed a condom out off his wallet, tearing it open.

he gave himself a few gentle strokes before rolling the condom on. Grabbing your legs, he pulled you closer to him, tip daring to enter you.

Felix held the base of his cock, teasing and rubbing your entrance before looking at you. "you ready? you absolutely sure you want this?" His voice sincere.

you nodded. "I've never been so sure about something in my life, lix." You smiled before groaning as Felix pushed himself inside you. The stretch burned. Felix leaned over you, weight supported by his arms that was on either side of your head.

"Petal, relax. It's okay. You're okay. im here." Felix planted gentle kisses on your forehead and cheeks, helping you calm down. He was halfway in you before he stopped, allowing you to adjust.

You nodded, feeling yourself relax. "move." you whispered. Felix thrusted into you, movements slow. He scanned your face for any signs of displeasure and when he saw none – when he heard your moans becoming frequent and the grip you have on his biceps – he picked up the pace.

pain turned to pleasure. your body hot, pleasure running through your veins. sweat started to form on your skin, mouth turning dry with the pants and moans. His movements were not slow, but they were not fast either. They held feeling, passion, love.

Felix captured your lips into his in a sloppily, breathless but passionate kiss which you gladly reciprocated. Your hands trailing up his back to his neck, holding the sides. His body was also hot and sweaty, hair sticking to his skin.

You pulled away and looked at the beautiful man above you. His long hair falling past his face, which you tucked behind his ear, showing more of his facial features. You ghosted your finger over his freckles, humming.

"so beautiful, lix." You whispered, causing Felix to blush.

"not as beautiful as you, petal." you clenched around Felix, causing him to groan. "shit.." you smirked at his reaction before your hand travelled down your stomach to your clit. You rubbed circles on it as Felix thrusted into you. your moans mixing with each others, kisses sloppily and lazy.

you felt the knot form in the pit of your stomach for the second time that night. Felix felt it by the way your walls clenched around him. Felix's thrusts soon turned sloppy and uncoordinated, indicating he was also close.

"you close lix? he grumbled, his facial expression desperate. "then cum, lix. don't hold back."

"want to – want to cum with you." He breathed out. You almost lost it at his words, your own high approaching rapidly. Your body tensed up, movement quickened on your clit.

"cum. im going to cum, lix." you cried out.

"together?" You nodded before the knot snapped. Your walls fluttering around felix, his name falling out of your mouth in soft whines and whimpers. Felix's movements stopped, groans escaping his lips as he emptied inside the condom, before shallowly thrusting, helping you both to ride out your highs.

once calm, he slowly pulled out and took the condom off, tying it and throwing it in the trash. he collapsed next to you. he turned to his side, facing you.

"so?" you turned your head, looking at him and humming. "wanna go on a date or something?"

You laughed. "bit backwards, no?" Felix looked at you and blinked "normally, people would go on a date then fuck. not fuck and then date."

Felix blushed, fiddling with his fingers "well, if you don't want to, that's fine too. I understand, especially after what hyunjin said."

You shook your head. "Hyunjin is Hyunjin. You cant control what he says. anyways, Chan seems like the sort of person to scold him so, i’m sure that has happened already."

Felix laughed, agreeing with you. Chan has for sure scolded Hyunjin, making him promise to apologise to you when he next sees you. He also had to stop the two youngsters from flicking his forehead so much.

"but i'd like that lix. i'd like to go on a date with you." you smiled at him as he gave you his big, toothy grin.

"perfect! tomorrow night at 7? meet me at my dorm" You nodded, your heart swelling and bursting with love and joy.

opposites do attract after all.

#skz #stray kids #lee yongbok #lee felix #felix #yongbok #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz angst #skz smut #skz x reader #lee yongbok smut #lee felix smut #felix smut #lee yongbok fluff #lee yongbok angst #lee felix fluff #lee felix angst #felix fluff #felix angst #skz x you #stray kids x you #stray kids fic #kpop

[chanlix-honey]

♡°• You rang? •°♡

Hello! My name is Silo. I am a non-binary person of color (black/african american) who is riddled multiple mental illnesses and is on the spectrum. I say all of this for you to know that there will be lengths of time I’m not active here (I am more active on instagram, please feel free to follow me there >>> bearygrxy)

Welcome to my page! My pronouns are they/them and I love Stray Kids (duh)! I’m 25 years old, so please keep that in mind when being active on my page. I made this account to share some works (ahem,,,smut) and I hope y’all like them as much as I do.

Ask me who my current bias is!! It changes all the time because they are all wonderful and I can’t choose lmao ㅠㅠ

This page is not my main account, so if you receive any activity from me it will be from this acc: @silo-not-found!

This blog is also 18+. Meaning, absolutely no minors. If you’re an ageless blog, I will assume you are a minor and you will be blocked. If you want to interact on this page and choose not to list your age, I will respect that. However, you need to dm me so I know you’re not a minor.

🧚🏾‍♂️✨ 💕I’m open to being mutuals!! I’d love to be delulu with more stays💕 ✨🧚🏾‍♂️

♡°•Wanna know more about me? Feel free to ask!•°♡

Inbox is open! Send suggestions on what I should write next!! I’m open to challenging myself with some prompts 🤩

Master list will come as soon as I have a list to share,,,☁️ ☁️ ☁️

Other than that, happy reading!!♡♡♡♡

#stray kids #skz #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #stray kids han #seungmin #stray kids jeongin

[hanasnx]

Imma jus keep flooding your ask box bec that's just how I am🏃🏾‍♀️ but this tiktok has me thinking.... imagine an au where anakin is a mandalorian...??? Like hear me out on that😮‍💨😩

Love the og mando but it can always be better with my fave Skywalker </3

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hello vana! can you pls tell me your secret as to how your asks live rent free in my head???? you are welcome to flood my inbox anytime

im not joking. this one and the last one ive thought of periodically since i read them

i found this post a bit ago of mando!anakin <3 thought youd like it: mandalorian fanart link

☥ i have a huge suit and mask kink if you cant tell already im a mess over dudes in full head to toe gear bonus points if theyre stoic and only speak when absolutely necessary. fucking delicious i eat it up everytime.

☥ anakin’s canon personality kinda fits with that of mando from the show. gravely serious, quiet and calculative in strategic situations, no patience for nonsense, acquires a child and- after fighting the decision- grows attached to it, fierce loyalty to his family.

☥ mando’s armor is so fucking hot oh my fucking god i want him to do me with the helmet on and then imagining anakin underneath it all>???? i feel faint.

☥ imagine him being a bounty hunter eeeeeee

☥ like you two come across each other like you were sitting at the bar and he comes up to talk to the bartender if she’s seen a certain face around. you love the sound of his voice omffmggm, you can tell theres a slight mod to it and it just adds to the rasp. the bartender asks him to wait a second while she goes to the back. so you turn on the charm,

“bounty hunter?”

he pivots his head, marginally. and gives a single slow nod. you smile at him, down your drink.

“big fan of bounty hunters, one time a hunter saved my sister. would love to buy you a drink.”

“can’t. working.”

“afterwards? we both know you’re gonna catch that sleazebag you’re tracking. you look like the type that doesn’t stop til he gets what he wants, right?”

oh, how right you were.

he doesn’t say anything, so you assume it’s not a no. “mandalorian armor… would love to know what you look like under it all.” generously, you eyes travel him from boots to helmet.

“how do you know i’m not one of those guys that’s vowed to keep the helmet on?”

finally, a sentence. you must’ve caught his attention. “i wouldn’t mind that.” your ambiguous flirt left room to his imagination. having implied that it didn’t matter if he kept the helmet on, just as long as you got to see his cock pistoning into you. that was a little too forward for this kind of interaction.

he bows his head, and you envision the way he must be looking at you through his brows. either intrigued or appalled. the guessing game thrills you to say the least.

you point out his mark to him, behind the two of you, sucking on the neck of a twi’lek. “you owe me, hunter.” it was a harmless joke.

the twinkling of a couple credits sounds against the bar counter.

“for your next drink.” he answers your questioning glance.

☥ maybe by making your attraction to him apparent enough, he says fuck it, and after catching and collecting his bounty that very night, he comes back to the bar to see if you’re still there.

☥ maybe you somehow convince him to do you in the dark alley behind the disreputable bar. to your delight, he let you take off his helmet so he could fuck your mouth with his tongue while he slipped his cock out of the confines of his armor and fuck you for real. it’s not like his line of work allows for any time for himself, and the warmth of a willing woman is few and far in between. of course he melts into you once you say the right things. falls for how desperate and noisy your pussy is, slurping him up. sinking into your wet heat and panting into each others mouths.

☥ appearances didn’t matter to you much, and you were buzzed enough to not care. however, imagine your pleasant surprise to see someone so fucking pretty hiding underneath the mask.

☥ imagine yall start a fun little fwb relationship after this so he can fuck all his frustrations out using you <3

#kentovana #thanks for the msg!! #indy shoots the shit #anakin skywalker imagine #mando!anakin #anakin #anakin skywalker smut #reader insert #anakin skywalker x reader #x f!reader #au!anakin skywalker #x y/n

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

oh my god i’ve been busy for like two weeks straight what is happening. i did my best to catch up because that was insanity. hello? wtf???

full disclaimer i’m white so i can’t speak for how your actions impact any part of the poc community, but as far as handling the situation i think you did a great job of treating this with respect and humility. you acknowledged that you could do better than you currently are at being inclusive and you are going to try in the future. we can not rewrite our past, no matter how hard we try. the closest you can get is growing from the experiences and being better the next day. and it seems you are doing that. anyone asking for more is being unrealistic and needs to touch some grass.

on the anons who are saying some very unkind things: fuck them. as rough as this may sound, you can not please every body and unfortunately they are anons so you can’t block them to protect your peace. the best advice i can give is to take any hate comment and let it roll off your back. do not let them have the power over you to destroy the nice and happy place that your blog should be. you do this for free out of the goodness of your heart. we are lucky to be able to read what you put out because this is not your job. you reserve every right to run your blog the way you want.

if it’s any consolation, haters mean you’re doing something right. the most successful people in life still have haters. to please and bring joy one is to invoke the critique and hatred of another.

i just want you to know that you are loved and that you are doing amazing. take all of the time you need to rest and recharge until you feel ready to come back. never feel obligated to do what doesn’t make you happy. (also my dms are always open if you need someone to talk to💋🫶🏻)

before we get into this inbox, we gotta talk about what a fucking LINE this is

haters mean you’re doing something right. the most successful people in life still have haters. to please and bring joy one is to invoke the critique and hatred of another.

girl you got BARS OH MY LORD- this legit made me feel so fucking good bc it's so so badass lmao anyways-

i really don't know what more i could do, at this point, than say that i am going to try and be more inclusive in the future. like you said, i can't change the past and that's that. it's extremely heartbreaking to be accused of these things when my only goal that i've ever had for this blog is for it to be just that - a blog. a blog where people feel welcomed, EVERYONE, and a place where people feel safe. and it just really sucks to think that i haven't been doing that.

BUT, i know who i am and i know my values and my morals as a person and tbh that's kinda all that matters to me. if anyone else thinks differently of me, so be it. you don't know me other than what you see on this blog, which i don't feel is enough to fully gauge a person. but i know me. better than anyone else.

#return to sender ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ

[athenasparrow]

🫣 😶‍🌫️. 🙈

I’m glad you had a good laugh 😂 at my “interview questions”, I was going to add Bella and Cissy but…. I thought it was fine like that. If I’m honest I almost didn’t send it, blame it on the shyness, but I’m glad I did! Maybe anon needs to get 12 Fail Safe Ways to Charm Witches 👀 if not I suppose it’s a lost cause 🤷🏽‍♀️

Just wanted to say that you shouldn’t need worry about changing the way you write at all! It’s perfect the way it is (even though there’s spelling errors but we’re all human!)

(Also, I may or may not write a bit of Jily SMUT for Jilytober and a few Jilymicros 👀, just thought I’d mention this since you’re the Smut Fairy after all 😉 )

I'm so happy to see you back in my inbox!!! I had a HUGE laugh - it was absolutely wonderful LOL!

I think it's already a lost cause, but I suppose one can hope 😅

That's very sweet of you to say, but I wouldn't have reblogged the game @annabtg made if I didn't want to hear some constructive feedback! While I will certainly be ignoring some of the asks sent, there were a few interesting ones that I will most certainly be trying out in my future writing 🥰 Thank you for your lovely defence, but please rest assured there are no hurt feelings on my end and I've actually found it way more fun than I anticipated! Sure, it got derailed a bit by a delusional anon, but even that had a fun bit: I got to wake up to an inbox full of messages from men – way more than I expected!! – declaring their love for oral 🤣 That gave me quite the giggle!

UMMMMM!!!! This is fantastic news!!!! Does your capitalisation of smut mean it's going to be EXTRA smutty???? Will this be your first time writing or are you already an author?? Are you on discord??? Please please please come to my inbox!!! If you're new at writing WELCOME! Or if you're just new at writing smut, here are some SPRINKLES for your fic!!! This is the best news! There can never be too many smut fics or jily fics OR wonderful people on Tumblr!

Please come to my inbox/discord you wonderful gem! I want to say hello!!!!

#athena was asked #lovely anon #JILY SMUT COMING #WHOOP WHOOP #athena the smut fairy #SPRINKLES BE SPREADING

[chattegeorgiana]

Hello Chatte, it’s me again! Just read chapter 13 and it was great! The chapter really sets up what you wanted to do story wise. Each characters pov drives the plot and their motivations makes sense from the OG canon. I love Sakura and Naruto drives and motivation. Naruto acknowledges the challenges of his philosophy such as his feelings on Pein and the Raikage, his personal feelings and how he’ll have to adjust if he wants to be Hokage. Sakura driving the plot forward with her plans to deal with the aftermath with war and her own personal project and the potential consequences of that is great. I’m assuming that’s why Sakura is wearing black? To symbolize her maturity and death of innocence due to the war and the potential consequences of what she wants with bringing back the dead. Also Tsunade taking care of business is great, shows how her character coming full circle from her walking away from Konoha to coming back and to making sure the next generation doesn’t have to deal with it. I read it on AOE, and I think you dealt with dark subject matter well. People often justify horrific actions behind “good” intentions. Both in literature and in real life

Anyway I’m glad that you’re taking a break to plot out the rest story I’m sure that will be easier going forward!

Hiii dear!

First of all welcome to my inbox again. My heart skips a beat whenever I see a message from you because you're one of the few people that truly does go such in depth with the way I create this story from so various angles. You and another great person I talk to about Kaika have a way to see right through my writing like no other!

Not to take from the others who enjoy Kaika, far from me, I appreciate each and every person who does it, but it's something about you two that tickles my writing senses, so to speak, haha.

It like y'all see right through me, and not in a bad way, but a great one. To be honest, I have to admit that ever since I started writing Kaika, it gave me perhaps another angle to look at Kishimoto and understand his predicament - especially in terms of Sakura's character.

It's so nice when one (or multiple) of your readers understand these layers of your writing and what you're trying to do with a character, because it creates a bond between the two of you, an understanding in an off itself, a knowing, a belonging; like a (not so) secret/coded language where you as the writer leave the coded messages, and the reader interprets and deciphers the message.

And when someone deciphers and understands the message it's absolutely incredible. It's like a feedback loop where both parts are in absolute sync feeding each other information and keeping the "motor running", if I may say like that.

Such an incredible feeling! Which is why, like I said, offered me another opportunity to understand Kishi's predicament with Sakura - for example. He did say he was trying to do things with her, but sadly the message wasn't getting across to so many.

But for me, back then, it did. It's just that I didn't have any means to reach out to him and tell him all those things. Sometimes I wish I could have been able to, to make him understand that hey, look, there's someone out there who sees it, keep pushing it, keep doing it, I SEE YOU!

But alas, it didn't happen.

Which is why I'm writing Kaika today to be honest. Well, not the sole reason but one of them.

It's my way of saying back after all these years to Kishi (methaphorically speaking of course, cuz it's not like I could reach him or anything lol) - I see you. I always did. And for as much as I didn't agree with many parts of his story, especially the ending, and how mad I was with him back in the day, I still appreciate him for giving me Naruto and especially Sakura Haruno, a character that I'll greatly cherish.

Anyway, I went so much on a tangeeeent! Let me get back to the actual subject of your message here, haha.

So, for the story and the plot... I'm finally so happy I'm slowly getting to these parts of it and I am slowly but surely starting to move the plot forward, you have no idea. I've been meaning to do this for such a long time, and while I planted the seeds in the initial chapters, with all the things that were going in my personal life that prevented me from attending to the story as I wished, it's such a big relief to be able to finally get here.

And not only that, but do it in a natural and organic way, that stays true to its canon counterpart. Because one of my worries was, I have to admit, that after being gone for so long, I would loose that touch, if I may say so, when it came to my writing. That flavor I try to bring it.

I have to admit, it's still kind of on and off, because I've been away from it for a long time. Took me almost an year from chapter 11 to 12, for example. I felt terrible and I worried that it was going to affect my writing, as well as that natural and organic feeling I tried to give to the story when mirrored to OG material. Partially my writing was affected as I do see things I would've written differently every time I reread the chapters after publishing myself.

But at the same time if I would edit over and over and over again, I would've never publish them, so for now it's like move forward, and you'll get back to your groove as you get to writing it.

That's why I've written this chapter only and then I want to take a break to plan story arcs. Because I want to be done with that side so that then, I can go full steam ahead and only focus on improving my writing.

As for Naruto and Sakura, what I'm trying to do with them is actually have them move the plot forward, not just be pawns that witness how everything moves around them, but have them be the agents of change. And to do that, I wanted to delve deep into their psychological and emotional attributes - like you said, for Naruto being the Pein and Raikage storylines, which are one of the biggest antithesis to Naruto's idealistic self, and with Sakura I went from two angles - from a relationship with self POV and with others. With self it's the greatly missed opportunity with inner Sakura, and with others is through how she connects with the others and brings about real change, rather than staying back and feeling sorry for herself that she cannot do more than that.

I love exploring these aspects to be honest, because that's one of Kishi's trademark signature when it comes to his writing style - the way he delves into the deep pits of the human psyche and manages to engage both the heart and the minds of his readers.

Like I said in one many of my other posts and talks with people - the reason Naruto is successful as a story and so popular is because of emotional manipulation, actually. I know it may sound like a negative thing I'm saying, but it doesn't have to be.

I mean, it is and it isn't at the same time. Depends from what angle you decide to look at it. From one angle can be good, from another can be bad.

But as a standalone fact, that's the truth. Kishimoto was remarkably crafty at manipulating his reader's emotions and getting them attached to the story to this degree. For that, I applaud him, even if I don't agree with him on everything he did, I can still recognize this remarkable skill of his.

And for better or for worse, I learned a lot from him, storytelling-wise. So for that, I'll always be grateful. And so I found my way to do that - through Kaika.

As for Sakura wearing black - YAS! That's exactly why it is, haha. That's exactly why both of them are having more black than other colors in their designs. Because it's meant to represent the depths of their psyche, going into the deep end face whatever they find there on that path.

I know Kishi already did it with Naruto in OG, but that was more on a personal level. It was from a standalone POV. So I thought, ok, how can I put a spin to this, add my own touch while still being faithful to OG? So then, that's when the opportunity presented itself - in his vastly unexplored Hokage dream that neither the franchise didn't go too much in depth.

Or at least, not in the way I've seen it, because from what I saw, they did something, but too surface level if you ask me.

Personally, I like to go deep and drill in the darkest depths of the being, if I may say so, haha.

Which is precisely what I'm doing with Sakura on the other hand. Sakura is a goldmine! An unexplored, uncharted territory with whom you can do so much with. It's incredible, really. Like I said on my Twitter on a post, it baffles me that Kishi didn't do so much with her because the potential. Dear God, the potential!

But oh well, I guess that leaves me more room to play with, haha.

As for my dear Tsunade, when I started Kaika I have to admit I didn’t exactly knew what to do with her other than tying her with some plots regarding the whole medical advancements. But those are built to bring forth Sakura's development, so I can't have Tsunade outshine Sakura. In this case Tsunade's function as a character in the story is very limited. This would prevent properly portraying the exposition with the new generation surpassing the old one.

And as we know, due to the way Kishi developed Sakura, it's rarely truly noticeable who's the better medic and he often put Tsunade in even scenes that impact-wise imo, would've fit Sakura better from a writing pov.

But then I ADORE Tsunade, so then the issue rose - what do I do with her character, in such a way that while yes, in Sakura's story she doesn't outshine her and provides support, but still leaves a great impact and mark on the plot as a standalone character, outside of Sakura's influence? Because as I said, this story will be mainly Sakura Haruno centric. Buuuut, I want it to be a balanced story, still.

And upon analyzing the character better - that's when the opportunity presented itself that fit all that criteria - is a supporting character in terms of Sakura's medical ninja development, however, she's also standing her her own as a standalone character by being a cog in one of the wheels of the old system that I work on reforming to bring the new one, and all done nicely wrapped in the the theme of the old generation vs the new one.

And given that this story is going to be mostly a story that focuses on the female counterparts - Sakura, Tsunade, Hinata, Karin, Ino (it's like I literally did a flip of the OG story that focused on the male cast lol, now I realized it), and females being the nurturers and live givers, I found it perfectly to have Tsunade the one that takes matter into her own hands in the problem of the Uchiha genocide. Because at her core she's a nurturer, a life giver. Despite being so incredibly strong, she represents perfectly the very principle of the traditional woman.

Because you see, I believe there's nothing wrong in portraying women in their traditional views of nurturers, life givers and all those other attributes that are associated with the female gender.

It's a matter of how you do it. You can have a character that's both a girl boss and a tender nurturing lover, for example. Like Tsunade is.

After all, the symbol that is associated with the divine feminine principle is the circle (which also happens to be the Haruno symbol *winkwink*). A circle has 360 degrees which encompasses 360 angles from which you can view a particular subject.

A woman encompasses all those 360 ways you can look at her in ONE. One circle.

It's just a matter of male authors rarely being able to portray that.

But since I'm a woman, I guess it's easier for me to do it.

And I will. Through Kaika.

Thank you once again for your incredibly insightful message.

Like you see, I love talking about these things, since this message turned out to be incredibly long.

It's been quite a while since I've written such a long response to an ask I receive, haha. But you surely know how to pull out those things in me haha.

Thank you, once again, as I said.

Wish you nothing but the best.

Chatte

#kaika saisei #kaika au #naruto #naruto fanfiction #narusaku #naruto au #tsunade #sakura haruno #naruto uzumaki #uchiha massacre

[nellievances]

Hello! Sorry for putting this on you. I don't want to post about this because the Depp fans attack everyone right now but this case is driving me insane. How can they pretend his case doesn't have holes??? He's been caught lying multiple times!!

Also he really wants us to believe that Amber Heard has a baseballs pitcher's arm with the accuracy of a trained snipper to trow a vodka bottle and ONLY CUT THE TIP OF HIS FINGER with no other damage to the rest of his hand or arm not even another piece of glass in his body???? And then HE after that writes her "Hollywood career advice" with his blood and then DIPS HIS SEVERED FINGER IN OIL PAINT to keep calling her 'easy Amber' in a complete sober, tranquil state of mind???

Also his case is so silly. She didn't mention him in the article and got dropped after the movies he was on under performed, he showed up on set high and drunk, and after he lost the UK case where they labeled him a literal 'wife beater' with 12/14 confirmed cases of abuse.

Also he didn't say I hit her back in self defense, he is saying he has never hit a woman. That's going to be disproved once her side starts bringing her MULTIPLE witnesses of abuse (including the texts from his assistant that confirms he kicked her while high).

This case is making me go mad because she did everything "right" she took photos, videos, audios, she has witnesses and everything including the money to keep fighting legally. And that's still not enough.

They're getting desperate to the point of blaming it on BPD and HYSTERIA out of everything, that's so low of them.

Once again sorry for dumping this on you I'm just tired of his fans pretending he's a sweet angel boi who can't do anything wrong. Can't wait for them to bully the crew member that's suing him for assault too or maybe they will start attacking his former body guards for suing him too

Hi anon! It’s no problem at all! I’m happy you feel safe here to talk about stuff like this ☺️ You’re welcome in my inbox anytime!

You’re totally right on every point you make. I agree 110%; I do have to admit your line about her being a baseball pitcher with a sniper’s accuracy did make me laugh out loud and it’s honestly because the claim is so ridiculous! There’s no way she threw a bottle with that much force and accuracy. She couldn’t have if she tried. There’s no way you throw a bottle hard enough to sever a finger and that’s magically somehow the only injury the bottle does to your hand as a whole. Also? Call me crazy but if my finger got fucking severed I wouldn’t be painting the house with it. I would be calling 911 and getting treatment right away?! Also, ow?!?! I’m only injuring myself more by “writing” with it and then putting oil paint in an open wound like?!?! No sober, right minded person would do that. It’s truly so fucking bizarre if you look at it from his “defense” like the hoops you have to jump through just to pretend it makes a shred of sense…

My heart does break for her and for all domestic violence survivors seeing this case, because you’re right. She did everything right. She documented her abuse to friends, family, her therapist, in dated notes, and with photos and audio recordings for years. She survived however she could and got out of there. She left and put a restraining order on him. She tried to settle in court quietly but he won’t let her. She truly did everything right and you’re right. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough for him because he didn’t win, and as long as he has weird ass cult behind him, worshipping his every move no matter how disgusting it is, it won’t be enough for them either.

And don’t get me started on the hysteria/BPD claims… literally trying to call her fucking crazy and dramatic to discredit her. Not to mention how he paid that woman to diagnose her so convienently… it’s so damning to all abuse survivors with mental health issues. Like?!? How can that even be used against someone?!? Domestic violence doesn’t discriminate when it comes to mental health. Ugh. It genuinely feels like we are in the 1800s with this shit.

#sorry i got a little rant/personal in my reply but i couldn’t help it #but you’re totally right anon you expressed exactly how i feel about this whole case #it’s so fucking frustrating at the end of the day #allie answers #anti johnny depp #i stand with amber heard #abuse cw

[moonlightdancer26]

You know, it's funny - so I follow your blog and a few other pro-Snape ones and y'all have given me a much better view of Snape as a character. I can't say I love him the way you do (I don't know if I ever will, tbh, but I'm certainly not anti-Snape).

Anyway, so I saw this anti-Snape post and thought it didn't sound quite right.

So I pulled out my copy of OoTP to take a look at SWM. Lily doesn't exactly come off great in this scene - I noticed, for the first time, that when James brings Snape up and exposes his underpants:

"Lily, whose furious expression had twitched for an instant as though she was going to smile, said, 'Let him down!'"

Did Lily think it was funny? I guess the whole scene + Snape's behavior doesn't really smack of an abuser-abusee relationship.

IDK, but these days when I see an anti-Snape post I roll my eyes a little because I'm sure it's not as nuanced as it should be.

So I think, what I'm trying to say here, is thank you for giving Snape more nuance. He's a tricky character to understand and I don't think he's the villain that many make him out to be.

Hello, friend. I’m really sorry for the late-ish answer, I’ve been extremely busy and tired and I forgot my inbox (and tumblr as a whole tbh) existed 😭

I agree with everything you’ve said, I’m aware you neither like nor dislike Severus and I think that’s perfectly okay, I honestly enjoy hearing not-Snape-fans-but-not-Snape-haters’ thoughts on his character and some of the things he did in canon; it’s always nice to hear a non-biased perspective. I would appreciate Snape antis more if they actually took the time to understand his characters and what led to his future actions instead of sprouting fanon claims and shitting on him for the sake of doing so.

And I’ve seen that anti post, it earned a “yikes” from me, Snape antis constantly like to preach that Snape fans objectify Lily and use her as a pawn to prove that Snape was good (believe me, we have many more reasons)… but then they go and say that Lily “was a victim of Snape’s abuse and was stuck in years of friendship with him and couldn’t do anything about it” (😀?) while also preaching about how Lily was “a strong independent woman who could defend herself from anything and anyone” whenever we bring up James’s blackmail and harassment. It just goes to show how they pick and choose to make their faves look good and to trash on the characters they hate.

I wouldn’t be nearly as upset with Snape antis if they still made his character as complicated as he actually is—whether he was good or bad, he still is very complicated. But the problem is they reduce his character into “an incel who only wanted to fuck Lily” when they know damn well he’s far from that; claims like this are simply discourteous to his canon story.

And you’re very welcome! It’s always nice to know there’s someone out there who appreciates what I (and the rest of the Snapedom) do for Severus.❤️

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[rodolfoparras]

Here I am, back from the dead once again after a few days of radio silence 🫶🏻

Weather is absolutely dreadful where I'm from which only makes my mood worse plus the fact that I've been kind of meh just makes me not want to socialise. And I finally got around to trying janitor ai and it's so good :((

If you remember I mentioned that I was supposed to go to different city with my bestie and friend group to celebrate her birthday? Well we had so many problems that day (our train getting cancelled and then bus breaking down) so we were arrived like 4 hours later than expected and had to miss escape room 😔 but we did everything else and it was super fun.

Also! Tumblr has been absolutely awful and isn't sending me notifications at all?? I unfollowed and then followed you back and turned on notifications again and I hope it will work now.

Sorry for the ramble but there, little update! I missed you and all other moots and anons and I wanted to pop back in 🫶🏻 how are you? I hope you're doing well and if not I hope you feel better soon!

-🔮

Hello sugar!! Welcome back🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I absolutely understand what you mean about the weather it’s been snowing like crazy these past few days and it’s cold and dark and you just wanna curl up and sleep 24/7 but I’m sending you the biggest and warmest hug and wishing you the utmost best angel!! also lord I still need to try janitor ai I always say I’ll get to it but I will some day JSJDDJ😭

Nooo I’m sorry you missed the escape room😭 but I’m glad you could still enjoy the day! Tbh public transport is very unreliable around this time Istg it’s like playing the lottery here when guessing if the bus will come😭

You’re not the first sugar!! I had an anonie that said the same thing idk what’s going on with this hellish app but I hope they fix it soon bc these days every time I refresh my inbox it kicks me out of them app💀

pls don’t apologize I absolutely love listening to yall I genuinely do so never feel afraid to share pls 🥹 also I’m alright sugar had a few meh days than usual but we pushing on 🫶🏻

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[leviathans-watching]

Hi! Id just like to say that your my favourite writer and obey me writer ever! your work is always so good ive never skipped one :) if it’s not to much of a hassle could you do some Simeon one shots whenever your free? (If you want to of course!) I would be so greatful :,D hope your all well!🤍

simeon opening his bakery

includes: simeon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .3k | rated g | m.list

a/n: this assumedly takes place in a slight au where maybe there's no magic/demons/etc. idk it's up to your own interpretation. anyway, i hope you enjoy! my inbox is open to chat, request, and leave feedback so come say hello!!

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simeon’s so cute when he’s embarassed, you think to yourself, watching your boyfriend’s cheeks redden slightly as he takes in the scene before him. you had put together a surprise congratulations party for him, recognizing the opening of his bakery in the human realm. everyone is there, and simeon looks truly happy.

it had taken a lot of planning and effort on your part- half the time you were convinced he knew and was just keeping quiet (honestly, planning surprises has never been your strong suit), but he had actually looked surprised when he’d walked in the door. luke had been especially excited to see his reaction, and thankfully it was a good enough one to satiate his needs.

it takes some time for simeon to make it to you–after all, he’s the guest of honor and everyone want’s a moment of his time–but he makes it to you eventually, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in. your cheeks hurt from smiling, and the kiss he presses upon your left one doesn’t do much to diminish that pain, only making your smile grow wider.

“thanks for putting all of this together,” simeon says, and you just grin wider, leaning into his chest. “it means a lot to me.”

“you’re welcome,” you say. “congratulations on starting your own business. all that preparation really paid off.”

“i couldn’t have done it without everyone’s help,” he says honestly. “especially yours. seriously mc, you’ve been my rock over these last few months.”

“glad to help,” you reply. “it’s all been worth it to help you see your dreams become reality. you’ve worked harder than anyone and you deserve to be celebrated for it.”

“i love you,” he says, pulling you against him tighter. “so much.”

“and i love you,” you say. “i can’t wait to make new memories here at this shop with you.”

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