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seongclb · 9 months

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— enhypen reaction to you hugging a plush to sleep !

bf!enha x reader, established relationship au, fluff & no warnings :)

another reaction because they’re easy to write and i don’t wanna be completely ia also soz these get shorter and more repetitive

♫ un-thinkable by alicia keys

( scenario desc ) —

when you’re invited to a sleepover with your boyfriend and his friend group, excitement washes over you since you’re aware of the numerous fun activities they get up to. as expected, the night is full of laughter and games until your boyfriend offers to cuddle with you to sleep but notices you prefer the embrace of a stuffed animal which he is not going to let happen.

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

“y/n, you ready for bed?”

he’ll be so excited: you’re in his clothes and in his bed like this is gonna be the best nights sleep of his life

until, you open your bag and pull out an animal

at first, he doesn’t question it since he thinks you need it for comfort

but he didn’t think you needed to hold it .. like he’s there for a reason

he’s probably spooning you and realises there’s some teddy in your arms

“y/n, why is there a teddy in your arms?”

“oh, this? this is mr cuddles. he’s my sleep buddy - i’ve had him since i was eight!”

literally scoffs, “well, it’s time to get rid of him.”

tells you he’s here now and there’s no reason to be holding some stuffed toy and tries his best not the chuck the toy off the bed.

is so happy when you put it to the side and try hugging him instead

when he wakes up and sees you sleeping so well that there’s drool on the corner of your lips, he feels so accomplished

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

bc this would be your first time sleeping in the same bed as you, his goal is to ensure you’re comfortable first

makes sure you pick everything to your preference

including the blanket, the pillow and which of his pyjamas you like the most

almost buries you in the blanket since he’s worried you’ll get cold and sick

it’s summer ???

later in the night, he notices you’re holding one of your plush toys

can’t sleep because he’s so bothered about you hugging this teddy

doesn’t want to wake you up so he waits until morning

“y/n, why do you sleep with a plush?”

you tell him how you’re just used to it and now you can’t sleep without it

“hmmm this won’t do at all”

now has a rule that whenever you sleep next to him, you have to hold him

also replaces your plush with one that he bought and sprays it with his perfume that you ofc have chosen from his collection

if he’s not there to hold you to sleep, then at least you can smell and think of him

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

wouldn’t have it at all

cuddles are like his fave thing ever

esp with you

so how DARE you decide to cuddle something else

is in the middle of laughing about it but also showing he’s so hurt

“y/n, i’m way better than that stupid plush”

“JAKE, DONT CALL HIM STUPID”

rolls his eyes and sulks

doesn’t understand why u won’t at least try

eventually he gets his way bc who can stand to see jake not smiling 24/7

has you literally locked in his arms so you can’t move

hides the plush from you

also would get you a plush and say that you can hug yours and his child to sleep

jake’s way or no way

will hug layla to sleep instead if you decide to bring your teddies again

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

is secretly fuming

but can’t contain it in

when he sees it, he’ll immediately think the worst

“what’s that?”

you explain you need it to help you sleep

thinks about it for a while and doesn’t say anything

“hoon, you okay??” he has a pout on his lips and his brows are furrowed

“yep.”

asks about your plush, while insulting it, “where’d you get that stupid toy anyway” “how long have you had that pathetic teddy”

soon you get a bit sad and insecure about needing a teddy to help you sleep which he notices

“y/nnnn, im sorry im just annoyed that you wanna sleep with this teddy instead of me”

so you decide to cuddle to sleep

definitely kicks it off the bed with a proud smile on his face

𖠗 김선우 | kim sunoo.

offended

is literally in a mood after you say it’s your sleeping buddy

like that’s his role as your boyfriend now..

acts like you betrayed him

“don’t talk to me. you’re a snake” “SUNOO”

faces the other way to sleep

refuses to talk to you

until he feels your arms wrap around him

and then he turns around with a big smile on his face

“i knew you couldn’t resist”

makes it his mission to make sure you rely on only him to be able to sleep

says it’s basically cheating if you’re relying on another sleeping buddy

“like why am i not ur one and only sleeping buddy”

u have to make it up to him with hugs + a spa night

𖠗 양정원 | yang jungwon

wont tell you that it bothers him

but jungwon eyes

they just make it too obvious like why are they glinting and everything they’re literally just ;( like this

who wouldn’t be able to tell when he’s not showing his dimples on full display

anyway ur js like “what’s wrong”

and hes like “hmph nothing”

BUT HES SULKINGGG and although he looks so cute u js can’t have ur baby acting like this

so u wrap ur arms around him but he light pushes you off

and ur like .. woah this is new

but u realise it’s bc of this teddy

after speaking to him, jungwon declares that this teddy is his competition

now he makes this inanimate object compete with him for everything

video games, races, who can cook you better breakfast etc

there will never be an end

𖠗 西村力 | nishimura riki

he’s simply gonna hide the plush or teddy from you

and he’ll utilise his height bc hello who the hell is gonna find anything

the guy can probably hide things in the clouds and you wouldn’t know

anyway if you ever do find it

he’ll punch it

or throw it across the room

and stomp off in a puff

bc ur his baby and ur prioritising this silly teddy

this teddy is banned from sleepovers with riki

he says it takes out the fun from ur silly sleepovers

eventually you don’t need it anymore so you don’t bring it

that’s the happiest he’s ever been

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sevenhusbandsofyn · 6 months

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𝐕𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐦

VAPE SCAM | X READER | IMAGINE | PAIRING: The Slytherin Boys (no y/n in this soz)

SYNOPSIS: The boys sell empty vapes to the first years watching them cry when they realise they've been scammed. WORD COUNT: 423 WARNING(S): Mischievious boys, scam, pranks, no y/n in this soz

AUTHORS NOTE: Saw this headcanon on Tiktok and couldn't resist writing it.

The common room was dimly lit, with the emerald and silver accents casting eerie shadows across the walls. Tom Riddle, a tall and handsome young Slytherin with a mischievous glint in his eyes, sat on a plush leather couch, surrounded by his friends Theo Nott, Draco Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini. They were all huddled together, plotting their latest prank.

Tom held a small, black, and inconspicuous box in his hand. He turned to his friends, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Gentlemen, I have something special for our unsuspecting first years," he whispered, his voice dripping with malevolence.

Theo raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What is it, Tom?"

Tom opened the box to reveal a collection of sleek, empty vape pens. "Empty vapes, my friends. First years won't know what hit them. We'll sell these to them for a hefty sum."

Draco chuckled, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "And what will they do with empty vapes?"

Blaise joined in the laughter. "They'll think they're getting the thrill of inhaling magical potions or something, only to find out there's nothing inside."

Tom nodded, his eyes glinting with malice. "Exactly. We'll watch as they realize they've been scammed, and then we'll revel in their misery."

Theo leaned in, intrigued by the plan. "But how will we get them to buy these, Tom?"

Tom stood up, his robes billowing dramatically. "I have it all planned out. I'll use my charm and charisma to make them believe these are a rare and magical product, something that will make them the envy of all their peers."

With a wicked gleam in his eye, Tom tucked the box of empty vapes under his robes and made his way to the first-year common room. His friends followed closely behind, eager to witness the spectacle.

The next day,

Tom Riddle entered the first-year common room, his presence commanding attention. The young, impressionable first years turned to look at the charismatic Slytherin. With a charming smile, Tom held up the box of empty vapes.

"Dear first years," he began, his voice smooth as silk, "I have something truly exceptional to offer you. These vapes are a rare and enchanted item, known only to a select few. Owning one will elevate your status at Hogwarts and beyond."

The first years stared at the mysterious vape pens in awe, their eyes filled with wonder.

"For a mere ten Galleons each, you can possess a piece of pure magic," Tom continued, his words laced with persuasion.

One by one, the first years eagerly handed over their money, believing they were getting a one-of-a-kind magical item.

As the last first year left with an empty vape, Tom returned to the common room, his friends waiting with anticipation. They watched as the first years excitedly tried to use their newly acquired possessions, only to discover they had been duped.

Laughter erupted in the Slytherin common room as the first years' faces contorted with confusion, anger, and disappointment. The realization that they had been scammed dawned on them, and a chorus of cries filled the air.

Tom, Theo, Draco, and Blaise reveled in the chaos they had created, their laughter echoing through the room. The prank had been a resounding success, and they had proven once again that in the world of Slytherin, cunning and manipulation reigned supreme.

#harry potter #harry potter fan fic #my writing <𝟑 #sevenhusbandsofyn #slytherin boys #tom riddle #tom riddle fan fic #tom riddle x reader

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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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Omg! jq + 44 pls

Yessssss i got u boo

44. Just shut up and fuck me.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), engagement sex, brief blowjob, lots of dialogue lmao soz I picture him as a talker during EVERYTHING, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it kids), creampie, lil bit of fluff to finish it off

Hoe-vember/Dick-cember masterlist

You'd barely gotten back to your hotel room and taken your bloody shoes off before Joe is rambling away.

"Are you sure you like it? And it fits okay? Fuck, should I have waited until Christmas to ask you? I wanted to do it here, I know how much you love Paris-"

"Joe."

"-and I love Paris too, and I love you, and I just wanted to ask you so fucking bad, and Jamie said you'd love it, but you can tell me if you don't love it and we can get you a different one-"

"Joseph."

"-I just remembered you said you liked simple rings but is it too simple? I can get you something bigger-"

"Joe!" You shout, laughing. He stops mid-rant, blinking at you. "Stop, babe. The ring is beautiful, it fits me perfectly, I couldn't be happier, I love that you asked me in Paris, I was hoping you would. Jamie was right, babe, I love it. And I love you. Now-" you close the hotel room door behind you and smile at him. "Just shut up and fuck me."

Joe laughs loudly, a smirk plastered across his face as he strolls over to you, putting his arms around your waist. Your arms come up around his neck.

"Sorry, I'm an engaged man, love." Ah, this game. You love this game.

"Oh? And what's this fiancée of yours like then?"

"Oh, she's fucking amazing." Joe sighs, playing the love struck fool. "She's beautiful, smart, funny, talented...plus she's got the best pair of tits I've ever seen."

"Oh yeah?" You cock an eyebrow playfully.

"Mmhm. Plus, she gives the most insane blowjobs-"

"Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn, is that really any way to speak about your future wife?!" You feign offence, squealing as he lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He throws you down on the plush hotel mattress, grinning at you from the foot of the bed.

"Well, luckily my future wife is fucking filthy, so I don't think she'd mind."

"Hmm, want one of those 'insane blowjobs', do you?" You tease, running your tight-covered foot over the crotch of his trousers, feeling his cock twitching to life.

"Wanted to make tonight about you, love." Joe smiles, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as you watch him.

"I think you already did that," you smile, wiggling your left ring finger at him. "Besides, wanna show you how grateful I am, seeing as you went through all this effort..."

"Well, I did work pretty hard..." Joe smirks, playing along. You sit up and crawl to him, cupping him through his trousers.

"So hard, babe," you look up through your lashes at him. He groans, letting you unzip his trousers and pull them down, followed by his boxers. You let his cock spring out and you admire it, stroking it slowly.

"I would say do you want a picture, but you've got loads," Joe chuckles, tucking some hair behind your ear. "You taking in the view?"

"Just thinking about how some women would dread the same cock for the rest of their lives...I'm pretty fucking happy that I have this cock for the rest of my life." You slowly pull back the foreskin to reveal the sensitive head of his cock. A dribble of precum leaks out and you wrap your mouth around the head, flicking your tongue in the way that drives Joe crazy. He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, hands coming to either side of your head to guide you along his length.

"Fuck, Y/N, babe, you suck my cock so good," Joe moans, his head thrown back as you swallow down more of him. You open up your throat and take him in, the tight, wet warmth making his legs shake. "Shit, shit, fuck, don't make me cum baby, wanna cum inside you."

You pull off of his cock, gasping slightly. You gently jerk his saliva covered dick and smile up at him. He lets out a growl of a laugh when you twist your wrist on the upstroke, and your other hand cups his balls, squeezing gently.

"Can't help that I love sucking your cock so much, Joey."

"And believe me love, I'm beyond thrilled that you do, but...what was it you said earlier for me to do? Just shut up and fuck you?"

"Yeah, well, I got distracted." You giggle as he climbs on top of you, situating himself in between your legs.

"Understandably. I am devilishly handsome."

"And so very modest." You laugh as he crosses his eyes at you, making a stupid face. Only Joe could be so fucking goofy and so sexy at the same time. He laughs with you, peeling off your tights and unzipping your skirt, discarding both of them somewhere in the room. "Hey, watch the jumper, you, this was expensive."

"I seem to remember having a jumper like this...oh, yeah until my thief of a fiancée decided it was hers."

"What's yours is mine and mine is yours, baby."

"Is this the part where I say I do?" Joe carefully removes said jumper, laying it on the floor gently, before ridding you of your underwear. "Cos I do think your body is banging."

"Romantic. But no, it's the part where I say, get inside me, please."

He doesn't hesitate, and slides into your pussy with ease.

"Shit, you always get so wet for me, babe." Joe groans, stabilising himself so he can move. "Wanted me to fuck you that bad?"

"Always," you whimper as his fingers brush over your clit; you were on edge already. "Fuck, baby, just like that."

"Look at me." Joe says, the firmness in his voice turning you on even more, if that was possible. You fucking loved it when he was like this. "Want you to look at me when you cum for me, okay, baby?"

You nod, nails digging into his back as his fingers move quicker over your clit. Joe knew your body so well, he never struggled to make you cum. Your orgasm washes over you within minutes, walls fluttering around Joe's cock. As promised, you look at him as you cum, your mouth dropping open as you moan out his name. Satisfied, he kisses you, pulling you up into his lap. You wrap your legs around his lower back and your arms around his neck, foreheads pressed together as he fucks up into you, his breathing getting heavy letting you know he was close.

You kiss along his jaw, his neck, and the shell of his ear. Joe moans softly as you nibble on his ear lobe gently.

"Cum inside me, Joey, wanna feel my future husband's cum filling me up." You breathe into his ear, and his fingers bite into your hips as he comes with a breathy grunt against your collarbone, his release flooding your pussy.

"Shit..." He pants, your skin growing damp from his heavy breathing. "Fuck, that was intense. I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too," you whisper back, and you share a soft, tender kiss.

"Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." Joe mumbles against your lips, his fingers stroking your cheek softly. You rub your nose against his.

"Me neither, Joey."

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #joe quinn smut #kats dickcember event #kats hoevember event #joseph quinn x y/n

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spaceplush · 1 year

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Hi, soz if this is the common question, but do you plan on rereleasing the turtle plushes again?

I’ll be doing more drops for them later on. I have a few conventions coming up so I don’t have much time to make more right now but once I have a break I’ll be working on more. ☺️

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luminary-rainchii · 1 year

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Strong desire to sink into plush of Capt Ao

I didn’t know your body type, soz,,, but, here’s a vvv messy Captain cuddle ^^

#iswm #iswm captain #captain cloudburst #captain ao #rainchii doodles #/answered #🍪 feral cookie 🍪

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a-998h · 2 months

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hellooo ♡ just dropping this here. And bye.

It was a tiring day, [name] mostly stayed alone throughout the day to avoid more stress; such as trying to communicate with people through their tired, foggy brain.

They needed sleep. Now.

But. [Name] also wanted to relax for a bit, and let something take their head off the tiring day, which.. was to play.

So [name] decided to sit by their sofa, and open their phone, since it was the closest device and the sofa was comfy to sit at, what better way to relax more than go somewhere comfortable?

And as they play, wasting their time off the game, the time passing by like a blurred, fast-forwarded video. The clock hitting midnight. And they'd been there and sitting, playing all night.

Not noticing the strange things happening around; like their zongli plush suddenly next to them. Innocently sitting with them, watching them play through the entire night

-J anon (idk if i am an anon here already or not, i gorgot since my memory is bad, soz)

This has the potential for a tumblr series on your own blog, and you can be an Anon now

#j anon #New anon #anonymous request

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h1mejoshi · 2 months

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15 19 28 !!!

ehhh...... umm....... prolly romeo and juliet . i remember the club i was in was like supposed to perform it but it was . Really disorganized so we ended up Not doing anything 😭

shirtless and hugging my plush rlly close and .

like that but im holding my plush ^_^

UMM!!!!!! under heroine by tuyu and trancy by biz r the only ones i can rlly think of SOZ :C

#HAI APOLLO :3

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trickster-whim · 1 year

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Our Goodwills here suck, like mega bad, but they're the only easy-to-reach thrift stores on foot, so I made the trip today and wow, holy cow, there was Some Stuff.

Also my browser input these photos in backwards order and I was mostly too lazy to order them right; I'm lazy.

First up:

Giant mostly-plush Russ Troll clown doll! This guy... almost came home with me... I was obviously into these old Trolls when I was a kid, but I've never seen one this big. Like, scale is hard to judge, but this was lorge. Also adorable. But I'm on a budget, and my sister's afraid of clowns, so... pass...

This of course leads us into gourd sperm.

Like, I can't think of why this gourd looks like this. It's white, with a head and a long tail...?

Probably it's an instrument, but that's a spermatozoa, yeah?

I found this guy, who my phone was making look actually pretty good (Actually, kinda like Malfoy...), but he looked terrible in the store. His head was huge, and his clothes were pretty simple, but now I think he's kind of adorable. Not enough to buy him tho.

Another thing I would have bought if he wasn't so expensive (seriously, this is a thrift store. Please cool it with the massive inflation thanx) was pope doll.

He was like, fully articulated, which I was trying to show off with those last two photos. He was kinda great, but still pretty cheap overall. Not even for the memes, soz.

The last thing is something I saw in the toy section when I first walked in:

Looking at it, I guess it makes sense what it is, but like, if you don't know about postpartum pain and healing, "instant ice maxi pads" is absolutely baffling. I wasn't even sure if it was for food or body at first. And it reaffirmed that I never want kids lol.

There was a lot of other stuff that I didn't take the time to photograph, but what a weird trip overall. Also everybody was in "What is personal space?" mode and pushing me, which was just annoying. Like, you can wait thirty seconds to look at that cracked dish, lady, I promise.

#I walked to the mall the other day which is about two hours walk and this was about 40 minutes but... I get tired too easily now T_T

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valentine-writes · 2 years

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can i request hcs of monty catching his s/o asleep cuddling a plushy of him 👹 it can either be in his greenroom or in their office idk any other sleepable locations 😭

i just got mine in the mail and its all i think abt when i hold it 😭

s/o reader with monty plush hcs !

↳ ft. montgomery gator

「 gn! reader, romantic relationship <3 」

author's note: anon ohmy that's adorbz!! awugwhdh of course!!!!! /ᐠ.ᆽ.ᐟ \ <3 also lucky omg luv that sm- i've been trying 2 find one online 2 buy but no luck rn :( anyways!!! grammar mistakes + spelling errors as usual soz </3

▸ so you and monty have been dating for a while. and whether this was before or during the relationship- you've acquired a plushie version of him along the way!

▸ plush monty is a lot smaller than actual monty, much quieter, and much easier to bring around than him. being able to keep a small piece of monty with you (in this case, an entire smaller copy of him) is one of the main reasons you have this plushie

▸ since monty will probably never leave the pizzaplex, now you've got a plush of him to have with you when you're away from him- how sweet :] travel sized monty either waits for you at home or is practically with you 24/7!!!!!

▸ here's the thing- monty didn't know that you had this little plushie of him. not until recently, that is ;] you just so happened to bring the little plushie along to your usual visit to the plex...

▸ you were used to waiting for him in his green room during after hours, no matter how late that was, but today, sleepiness was slowly taking you over. he probably wouldn't mind if you napped on the couch, just for a second-

▸ pulling plush monty into your arms and cuddling him close, you slowly drifted off to sleep in the comfortable silence. you reasoned that it would just be for a few minutes and hoped that you'd be awake before he's even here...

▸ you hoped WRONG. after a few minutes into your nap, monty entered his green room a little too loudly, feeling a little bit of that after show tension that he usually does- and then noticed you curled up on the couch. immediately his agitation dissipates at the sight of you

▸ his first thought was of how adorable you were, asleep on his couch as you waited for him. his second thought? mostly curiosity as to what you were holding in your arms.

▸ the way you wrapped yourself around it obscured the view of the item, so carefully, very carefully he gently moved your arm. just a tiny bit. just so he could see.

▸ he immediately froze. it was him! well- like. a miniature, non metal, marketable version of him. and you were holding onto it in your sleep like it was the most precious thing in the world. he had to admit, he was almost jealous of his plush counterpart

▸ animatronics can't cry. not with actual tears anyways- but damn was he so close to doing exactly that. you just looked so sweet cuddling a plushie- and of him too??? his ego was at an all time high. i stand by the fact monty is a soft guy at heart despite what he tends to act like- and oh my gosh, that was showing right now

▸ a little too loudly he chuckles, lowering himself to meet face to face. monty wakes you up and as your eyes slowly flutter open, he grins.

▸ "wouldn't you prefer the real thing?" he probably remarks as you awaken. monty opens his arms as you slowly stand up to give you a hug.

▸ he notices the soft shake in your legs as you stand, still a little drowsy despite having rested- it wasn't a very long nap, so it makes sense for you to still be sleepy. monty scoops you up into his arms and now you get to nap with him for real!!!

▸ well more like, you nap while he thinks of how heart-clutchingly endearing it was seeing you with the monty plush.

▸ it becomes a regular occurrence for him to let you fall asleep in his arms if you're tired. plush monty can't keep all of your cuddles to himself after all.

▸ oh but after this- he'll NEVER let you live it down. expect a lot of teasing because he's going to bring it up for an eternity. he'll even joke about getting a cute little plushie of you to snuggle up with when he's recharging

▸ he's only like- half joking really, because if he got his hands on a custom made plush of you?? oh, he would literally never let go of it when you're away (not that you'll ever hear that from him, no, his tough guy emotions are totally in check and not a mess because of how much he misses you when you're away)

▸ he'll now frequently ask how "monty jr" is doing when you come over and this confuses the hell out of the other glamrocks. freddy once overheard this conversation and awkwardly but politely as possible asked about it the next day, asking questions as to figure out who "monty jr" was.

▸ monty probably never lets you or freddy live that conversation down either- but oh well. he's honestly flattered you got that little montgomery gator plushie, and it cheers him up to know that you love him sm :( <3

#security breach headcanons #fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach headcanons #montgomery gator #monty fnaf #montgomery gator headcanons #monty x reader #montgomery gator x reader

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liashideout · 3 years

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Roommates—

pairing : eren yeager x reader

genre : smut || minors DNI ♤ ||

w.c : 1.6k+

summary : you’re drunk, too drunk to even think straight, and so your roommate helps you out with more things than one.

content & warnings : thigh riding, idk how to label this soz

a/n : this was so impulsive bye-

You don’t exactly remember how all this came about. Maybe it was from the alcohol, you were neither a heavy drinker nor did you have a high tolerance for it. Somehow today you decided to test your limits for both. Your head was pounding, the view before you all fuzzed out. Even the hand you held out in front of you which you used to gauge how bad it was, you saw doubles.

You swore that you would’ve passed out at the doorway, but right as you lost your balance, high heels tripping over themselves, your roommate found you right at the door, struggling to get the key to fit in the keyhole.

“Hey, that’s not even the right key.” Eren chuckled from behind you.

His one hand held onto your wrist, body right behind yours, right there to catch you if you fell. Eren was dangerously close. So close you could feel the slight heaving of his chest, the sound of his voice voiding inside it.

You turned around to meet Eren’s eyes. Deep green in colour like the sweater you remember he hastily put on this evening, sleeves all rolled up to the elbow and clad in grey sweats. His brunette hair was tied up messily into a bun, like he didn’t really put much effort into the look, but then why did he look so fine in your eyes right now.

Did he always look this good?

Eren’s talking to you right now, pink lips moving and the words inaudible, all you could think of was how they’d feel on yours.

Fuck, I wanna kiss him so bad.

Must’ve been the alcohol. You wouldn’t be surprised if the wine was aphrodisiac. But God, you wanted Eren so badly right now.

No thoughts were made afterwards, you leaned towards Eren and your lips found his, planting a kiss which grew passionate so quickly, like a tiny flame that was heavily poured with oil, the bonfire grew bright.

Eren wasn’t hesitant in the least, his kisses so deep and sweet, so magnetic as he pulled you deeper into his arms. It was as though he planned for things to be this way all along. He wanted this. You reciprocated the same way.

The both of you fumbled through the doorway to the couch in the living room, never leaving each other’s touch, the makeout session growing wilder. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, you wanted more of Eren.

Eren’s seated on the couch, you, on his lap, grinding on him as you made out. Tongue movements sloppy as you melted into his kisses, saliva dripping lightly from the corner of your lips. It looked intoxicating to Eren, to see you this way, finally in his grasp when all this time a barrier was between you two, even when you lived in the same house.

“Eren-” you moaned out between sloppy kisses, one hand grabbing onto the cushion of the couch, the other one on his left thigh while you ground yourself down on his right one. Your core was aching for pleasure, cunt so sensitive that as the fabric of his sweats rubbed against your pussy, you’d mewl out in pleasure.

“You’re really into it, huh.” he scoffed out.

As much as you wanted to defend yourself, he wasn’t wrong in the slightest. His thigh was wedged in between your plush ones, the fabric of your dress now discarded on the floor, you were barely clothed, all you had on was cotton panties and a lace bra, and you didn’t care one bit. All you felt was the pleasure on your cunt as you grinded down on him, the feeling of his thigh brushing against your swollen clit from each movement, driving you insane with each touch. Like a bitch in heat.

“It’s ok babe, use me however you want.” Eren cooed into your ear, almost teasing you to push further.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” you continued your movements on him, both hands now hung around his neck. He could feel your shaky breath, the warmth of it as you rode on his thigh, feel your cunt pulsating on it as you drove yourself to your orgasm. Each mewl and moan that left your lips purred into his ear, feeding his growing erection. God, he was so hard right now. He’s been this way since he saw your plush thighs rub against each other as they struggled to stand upright. Your dress lifted slightly and you didn’t even catch it, smooth skin of your legs on display for him to see. Right now, his hand was grabbing onto your soft ass as you used his thigh, gripping so tight as he spread your cheeks, making you wince at his touch.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck as you rode on him, feeling the pool of heat from underneath growing. Eren’s thigh was now slick with your juices, your cotton panties all soaked through, your movements on him slacking as you felt the knot in your aching core grow.

All that was escaping your lips was Eren’s name, you chanted it as you chased your high, it was probably the only sound echoing in the living room.

“Fuck-”

You jolted up at the sound of Eren’s voice and you halted your movements, coming up from the crook of his neck to meet his green eyes. All you saw was them looking south, at the hot mess you created as he palmed his cock, now released from his sweats and fully erect in his hand. Eren’s cock was big. Bigger than you imagined, even with all the hints from the print on his sweats you couldn’t imagine his dick being this huge, the tip of it leaking with precum, dick throbbing in his hand as he jerked himself off.

He moved his hand skillfully, right hand sliding up and down the shaft of his cock, dick now wet from all the precum oozing out, lubricating it as he masturbated to the sight of you.

“Why’d you stop, shy now?” the usual cocky grin you were used to popping out.

“Eren, I-”

“Keep going, I like it.”

Your face was hot to say the least. The blood rushing up as you watched Eren continue to jerk himself off. But you couldn’t stop here. You were so close to reaching your high, you needed it so bad.

“I’ll help.”

Your hand reached over to his cock and you began to rub lightly at the tip of his cock, thumb gliding across the groove of it right at the top. Eren let out a soft grunt from your touches, jaw tight as he threw his head back.

So he’s sensitive at the tip. That’s cute.

You started grinding down on his thigh again, moaning as the friction of your movements gave you pleasure, playing with the tip of his cock at the same time as he continued moving his hand up and down its shaft, driving him to his orgasm. You were not that far from yours either.

The knot in the pit of your stomach grew, you could tell Eren was close too. His grip on your ass was getting tighter, almost digging into your soft skin, it made you wince as you moaned out onto his neck. His cock was throbbing, so close to releasing a heavy load as two hands continued to drive it close. Eren’s moving his legs unintentionally as his release draws close, making you moan aloud as you feel his muscles clench, feeling his thigh push closer against your sensitive cunt.

“Eren, I’m gonna-”

His hand came up from your ass, latching onto the side of your face as he pushed you closer to him, urging for a kiss as you both reached your orgasms. You felt it coming, rushing in so quickly, you could barely handle everything that was going on, struggling to kiss Eren back as each movement you made caused you to moan, lips leaving his as you do so.

Eren reached his orgasm first, the hand on the side of your face gripping tighter and cock shooting out a huge load, white streaks of thick cum staining your hands.

“Fuck,” Eren groaned out as his hips buckled, pressing hard onto your cunt as he does so. It was the final touch to it, and you felt the hit of pleasure reaching, the knot in your core snap. Your legs were shaking from the immense pleasure, moaning into Eren’s mouth as he urges for your kiss while you came.

The both of you sat like that for a while, letting the waves of pleasure wash off the both of you. All that could be heard in the room was the heavy panting sounds coming from you both, feeling each other’s chest rise and fall from each breath as he held you close into his arms.

You lifted your head from his chest to meet his gaze.

“Eren, I want you.”

Your words elicited a soft chuckle from Eren. He reached up to play with your hair, entranced as he watches your loose locks fall in between his fingers.

“God, you’re so needy.” he teased back.

“Please? I’ll let you use me. It’s your turn now, hm?” you whined out, begging for more.

You’ve come this far, and so you strived for more, more of Eren’s touches. You didn’t want to wake up and let all this end, back to roommates and nothing more.

“Fine, you’ll get me,” Eren replied, hand coming down from your hair to trace your jaw as he went down, reaching your chin and he pulled your face close to his. His cocky grin was back, practically daring you, pulling you in for another game.

“Let’s see if we can make you regret that line, yeah?”

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supremeinlilac · 3 years

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Hurt me once

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Hurt me once- Ben Platt, also there will be a Mina one too :))

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Cheating, lying, basically Billie is how I imagine some celebrities in reality tv to be like, so soz.

Maybe you were reading into it too much. Since Billie had started dating you, you’d wanted to pull away from working for her and get your own job on the pretence that you could never be equal if you worked as her assistant day in and day out. You supposed you’d brought it upon yourself.

She still needed an assistant. Her job was demanding and stressful so of course she’d rehire. You’d been naïve to think any differently.

“No one can replace you.” She’d purred when you’d admitted to wanting to quit. Assuring that you’d been her best help to date.

She was lying.

You’d tried to remain focus in work but Billie Dean Howard had this addicting aura about her person and you couldn’t help but become distracted. Especially when she’d aim flirty remarks and winks with pinpoint precision at you. Like a lamb to slaughter you were set up to fail.

She’d taken you to watch a drive in movie for your first date. Huddled together under blankets on the plush of her backseat. It had been an action, the name escapes you now; but at the time you’d been far more aware of the way the light from the screen caught against her skin instead of the actual film.

The way she’d catch you staring and the signature cocky grin would form, tongue poking into her cheek as she pulled you closer. Under the stars that night you’d felt her lips for the first time, the moon a perfect witness. Stark and full above you, beaming down in chords of silvery light.

Naturally, it became routine for the moon to bare witness to such moments. For you both to come together under the pale light and either dance or watch another movie. The moon was hers, delicately and wholly and irrevocably hers.

You can’t look at the moon now without feeling the need to howl at it like a wolf does. For the moon had stolen Billie from you. The moon was no longer a thing you shared alone.

Billie took her new assistant to a drive in theatre.

It rained. The sky cried and protested like a petulant child because it should have been you. It should have been you there, huddled together under blankets on the plush of her backseat. Instead of throwing a tantrum, you told yourself that she was just being kind. Billie Dean was kind. Annoyingly so, in this case.

You told yourself that she didn’t realise that doing that was your thing, something that you did together. It was special. A rare pearl lodged in the mouth of a clam, the gem that you were lucky to have had. Had. Had you lost it, was its touch fleeting? Inevitably drawn back after being loaned so cruelly?

You started to notice the little ways Billie was pulling away. At least, you thought she was pulling away. Little landmines that were buried under your feet, growing and ticking dangerously, waiting for you to lose balance and fall. Triggering them. A looming explosion.

Billie would eat with her production team after long scheduled days of filming, she’d message you fleetingly with wordless apologies for her absence, and slip into bed after you slept. She never saw the tears that would stain the skin of your cheeks. At least you hoped she didn’t notice them, because she never mentioned it, and you’d prefer her to be ignorant to it than to ignore your pain.

She’d started to take her phone calls on the porch, leaving the dinner table with only a motion to the ringing to say where she was going. She’d mouth that she’d be back in a minute but you’d always have to reheat her food. Eating alone with the silhouette of your lover in the window had become the regular, leaving an uneasy feeling in your gut which you couldn’t seem to shake.

It seemed like you’d forgotten how to read her face.

No. You’d always been able to sense her mood by the twitch of a lip or the furrow of a brow, could know what she was thinking without even having to try.

It struck you that maybe that was only the case because she was letting you, an open book, the tells of her mood bright against the curves of her face. The book was no longer open, fragile pages torn in an attempt to hide the contents. The library of Billie Dean’s emotions padlocked and closed to you.

At the back of your mind however, you knew that you could still read her like you always had been able to. A feeble attempt to disguise the fact that you could see the words strewn carefully across the page, so clearly in front of you. But you don’t like what you read, instead feigning oblivion rather than face the truth.

It was red to love Billie Dean.

Passionate and fuelled, excitement sparking your muscles involuntarily. It was hot, blushed faces between silken sheets. The feeling one gets as the rollercoaster reaches its peak, and hovers just over the edge, dipping so you can see the fall. Your breath hitches in your throat and for a moment you feel like you might live forever, stay in this moment and this safety with Billie.

But a moment doesn’t last forever.

And then it’s dropping. Falling, falling. You reach out to grasp for something sturdy but fingers only close around the fragments of memories that you’re losing. Moments you won’t experience again. And your breath draws in a way that is painful, burning down to your lungs. Red. Fire. Dangerous.

For it was dangerous to love Billie Dean.

You knew it all too well.

You’d read the suggestive articles about the mysterious, nameless new girl that clung to Billie’s arm, sheltered by the umbrella she’d once used to protect you from the rain.

Now, you’d dance fearlessly under it with closed eyes and a head tilted to the sky. Welcoming the rain from your apologetic moon. For your moon was panoptic, it saw your pain and her infidelity, sending shards of silver regret.

You wanted the looming explosion to be destructive. To be angry and snapping and make her understand that she’d hurt you with inexistent loyalty when yours had been unwavering.

But the explosion wasn’t big. It wasn’t sudden and angry, a dog snarling and baring steak knives for teeth, loud and frothing at the mouth. Looking back you wished it had been, it would have been easier to hate her, to blame her.

Hating Billie Dean Howard was impossible. Even the people with the least humility would sooner blame themselves, sinking and struggling beneath the waves themselves lest have Billie drown.

You found yourself drawing back into yourself, a child curled into itself in the corner, a small animal frantic to take up the least space possible. You shrunk, imploding instead of exploding. Crippling hatred gnawed at your skin, vultures picking your body clean and leaving it to rot in the burning sun.

Doubt crushes your ribs to ash, filling your lungs and mixing with blood to a paste no amount of coughing will clear. It was deep and bruising, and you knew that not even Billie’s empty reassurance wouldn’t settle the ache.

The night you confronted Billie played in your mind like a broken cassette, looping the scene, a single jumping moment on display endlessly.

You’d been crying. Billie hadn’t turned up for the dinner you’d made for your anniversary, well she’d showed, hours later and stumbling through the door. She’d been drinking and the curve of her lips was smudged with a crimson lipstick under the moonlight.

Your moonlight.

You couldn’t remember a time when Billie Dean had worn red lipstick. Hooker lipstick, as she’d once said. The fact only made the tears run anew.

Her intoxication made it easier. Perhaps you’d be able to vent and cry and confess to her and she wouldn’t remember come the morning. The spirits in the walls would remind her though, whispers and taunts in sobriety.

You wanted to be big and angry, pushing back against her when her actions cut you, hurting and scarring her back. But you were kinder than her. Billie was kind but she had nothing on you.

You’d stood, bags packed in a pile by the door, and she’d sat. You’d cried, and she didn’t. She didn’t even speak until you made to leave, didn’t move until it was to cling onto your wrists in a frantic effort to keep you.

“Did you sleep with her?” You found yourself asking without even registering your words. You hadn’t planned on being so direct.

“Y/n, listen to me. I-”

“Did you, sleep with her?” Ignoring her, you spoke. Slower, punctuating and almost spitting your words at her, as if keeping them against your tongue would do more damage.

“Once, yes. But she’s not you.” Billie said, slender fingers reaching to pull at the pearls around her neck, instead of reaching to you.

You found yourself backing away again, struck anew at her final admission. Somehow it hurt more to hear her confirm what you already knew to be true. Like when you know someone to be dying, yet it only really hits you when they’re gone. When it’s too late to change anything.

“I don’t know why I did it, I just-” her voice trailed off, hands hitting out at nothing. Slumping onto the sofa, you mirrored her movement, perching yourself tentatively on the arm of the coach.

Your eyes flitted from her form to the door, the escape should you need it. Should youchoose it.

“You did it because you could, Billie.” You breathed, knuckles pressing at your temple to ease an impending migraine. Fighting with Billie always gave you a headache, it was a headache to get your point across when she’d ceased to listen. “I mean I get it, it’s exciting. Young girls like me, fawning. You feel, I don’t know? Appreciated, flattered?”

You knew that it was commonplace among celebrities like Billie, to chain date young girls who fed into their egos and made them feel young. Billie didn’t speak for a while, head in her hands and knees knocking together while you forced yourself to not watch her, eyes fixing instead on the way the curtains sways slightly with the open window. Even the curtains ached to free themselves.

“Look. I’m sorry, I swear.” Her voice thawed, defensiveness gone and replaced with a vulnerability she rarely let herself show. You wrung your hands in your lap and stared at the way they whitened with pressure. Your lungs felt like that, blood pressed out with the crushing doubt, a band wrapped around your ribs. You almost reached a hand up to your chest to help you breathe.

She stood, reaching into the cabinet drawer and retrieving a packet of cigarettes and flicking one between her fingers. She didn’t light it. What would be the point of creating more of a separating fog between you both? Instead, she just fiddled with it, a nervous tic.

“Can we still be in love?” She pleaded, eyes shining and you screwed yours tight as to not be lost to the depths of them. Her eyes were your weakness, and she knew it. You’d once told her that you thought you’d seen the man on the moon, reflected in them. The man on the moon, dancing on a music box in her eyes.

“I don’t know you. Your voice, it’s different.” The shake of your head and the riddle of your words had the medium narrowing her eyes in confusion. For one who loved to play games, Billie wasn’t playing fair.

“What do you mean? Different how?”

Frustration bit at you, and you wondered if this was the explosion people spoke of. An internal understanding of grief for something you never had.

“I can’t with you Billie! Did you ever even love me? You say you want to be in love but were you ever in love with me? What makes me different from the others?” The chime of the music box, opened and singing in the splash of your tears.

She sighed, tying her hair loosely behind her head to stop her from running her hands through it in anguish. She didn’t like to see you in pain knowing she was the one who’d caused it. Unjustly caused it. Guilt washed smoothly over her only now at the sight of her baby girl, a small ache in the gut. But the realisation hit like a winter wave in a storm. She’d lose you if she didn’t fight to keep you.

She reached out to wipe your tears with a comforting hand.

“Let me in. Please.”

Who were you to seek comfort in the person who’d broken you? Much alike to a shadow seeking solace with the sun, the sun that burned and cut through the shade. Prey looking to please the predator.

But you did. You craved the musk of smoke that would cling to her clothes, the rasp to her voice in the morning. The suggestive lilt to her eyebrow when she’d dress you in her favourite dress, dancing in an empty crowd because she used to only see you.

“I love you.” She begged; voice hoarse from overuse. “You’re a part of me.”

That made you stop. Made you question.

Who were you without her? Billie Dean Howard, medium to the stars. She was a light, cutting through the dangerous darkness a path forged for you. The darkness was exciting and inviting and you wanted to be comfortable in its depths, but without her you are nothing.

You sell your soul for the chance at happiness. For the hope that she may learn to love you properly, how you love, and deserve to be loved back. To walk in the light.

You tell yourself how easy it would be to leave the city and find peace elsewhere. Get a steady job in television production, a steady and reliable wage. Reliability. Billie had made you crave it. Crave it from her, selfishly asking for something that you aren’t even sure if she’s capable to give you.

But you're ensnared in her trap. Her charm and confidence has bound you on a tether, an obedient puppy just looking to please. Young and impressionable.

How could you settle for a simple life when Billie had shown you the city from the highest building. Made you watch as the lights illuminated the world below in perfect technicolour. She’d shown you what could be, what was destined to not to be, but what you’d reach for nonetheless.

You’d known about Billie’s previous proclivities toward girls your age, but you’d believed that you could change her. Naively, you, another wide eyed, hopeful wannabee, believed you could make her settle down. Stupid. She’d lain with dozens of girls like you, before you, and she would lay with dozens more.

This realisation did nothing to stop you from letting her back in, agreeing to her empty promise of change.

Was change even possible?

She was Billie Dean Howard, the stars. The stars could make deals with the people of Earth, but they could not bargain in return. You can’t catch a star and claim it as your own. She held all the cards, all the choices while you remained empty. Without her, you were nothing.

You let yourself be engulfed by the stars. Opening your arms for her warmth to invade you once again as she pulled you into a hug. Letting yourself be hers again.

But you’d always been hers, ever since she’d strode, cocky and confident, into your life. You didn’t think that she’d ever truly been yours, or ever would.

Billie Dean Howard held the unpredictability of a tornado’s spin, and people got caught up in her exciting whirlwind. You weren’t sure if she really meant for them to, or if she realised the damage she left in her wake. Travelling from place to place, never looking back.

It was a defence mechanism the job forced upon her. But who was defending you?

“No second chances.” You warned her through gritted teeth, chin propped against her shoulder. She couldn’t see the angry tears that pricked at your eyes, anger at her, at yourself. You’d been reminded of the dangers over and over and yet you still allowed yourself to fall victim to her charm.

“I won’t need one, I promise. I swear I won’t,” Billie reassured, palms rubbing up your back and making you shiver involuntarily. You clutched her blouse in trembling fingers, perhaps if you held on strong enough your bones might turn to ash in her grasp and she’d be the one to mourn. You convinced yourself she wouldmourn.

“I can’t do this again.” Truth.

“I won’t do this again.” Lie.

She hummed, accepting your whispers as truth, for who was Billie Dean Howard to question you? Who was she to take your love for granted and render it infinite? Fame did not mean she was entitled to your loyalty if she refused to give hers.

Billie wasn’t stupid, she knew it wasn’t a game she could win without consequences. She couldn’t have it all. Wouldn’t have it all.

“I love you.” A kiss against skin mottled by tears.

You didn’t say it back, she didn’t deserve it yet. Despite wanting to let your lips form the words, your teeth bit down on your tongue and refused for the phrase to drip demurely from it, she had not yet earned the nectar of your spoken love.

Instead; you let Billie believe that you would have actually left. That you would leave next time.

Not that you wouldn’t have eventually, when you finally broke the spell she had over you, being the television star that she is. You loathed that you would forgive her for hurting you so easily, self-respect forgotten in lieu of kissing under the gentle moon once more.

You were ashamed that you were proud of the fact that she could do anything and you’d still be in love with her. You’d chosen her, your colour sealed with the crimson blood that coursed through your veins.

Red was once your favourite colour, wasn’t it?

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lovetorn · 4 years

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birds chirp at dawn [colby brock]

summary: friends with benefits!colby realises he’s in love with y/n at the crack of dawn. warnings: angst/sad tbh soz inspo: wish - trippie redd, hard sometimes - ruel words: 708 a/n: i made it a LOT sadder than you probably would’ve wanted but i felt like i needed to take a different approach to the usual fics with this prompt, you know? [i also just realised i didn’t really follow the request, i still hope it’s good enough]. anyway hope you enjoy anon, don’t get too sad :(

Dawn was on the brink of spilling over the horizon in California. Most residents would still be in a deep slumber at this time of day, choosing to indulge in precious sleep than to awake to the darkness that still blanketed the streets outside. There was next to no cars on the roads of Los Angeles, instead, they were being occupied by flurries of birds that travelled together to avoid the chaos of life during the day. The air was icy at this time, no sun to provide warmth and brighten up someone’s mood.

Colby sat on his kitchen counter, palms pressed against the cool marble behind him and his legs swinging slightly in front of him. He was shocked he could even bring himself to get up this early, but when Y/n had kicked his legs and told him she had to leave, he was compelled to.

Glancing over at his window, he noticed Y/n, who stood on the balcony, phone gripped tightly in her hand as she brought it close to her ear. Colby didn’t know who was on the other side but he assumed it was one of their friends.

She sounded frustrated and emotional as she spoke, making Colby feel uneasy as his stomach flipped. He pulled his gaze away from her and chose to stare at a spot on the floor just under his feet. His bare legs stuck to the countertop as he sat in boxer briefs and a t-shirt he found on the floor from the night before.

He hadn’t spoken this morning, scared his voice would fail him when he finally built up the courage to talk to Y/n after her phone call. He heard the balcony door slide closed and the lock flip. Sighing deeply, Colby brought his fist between his teeth as he closed his eyes, her being filling the room in quiet whimpers.

Colby heard when Y/n threw her phone onto the plush of his couch and the way she struggled to hold in her sobs with her hands. He felt powerless, unable to help her in such ways that would suggest that they were more than friends. But they were just friends and it hurt Colby every time she mentioned it. A small part of him was glad that she was crying, as bad as it made him sound; maybe she finally felt the same way he did when she would disregard his feelings and call him a friend.

“Y/n?” Colby’s voice was so soft and weak he almost didn’t think she heard him. He stared at the wall in front of him, aware that she was walking closer.

“Who was on the phone?” He asked. He felt her stand less than a foot away and the inconsistency in her breathing, unveiling the weight and urgency of the situation. Y/n swallowed thickly before her eyes met his for the first time that morning. Her face was red and wet and her eyes were swollen. She tapped her fingers on the countertop and could tell it was getting to Colby, but she didn’t cease.

Outside, the sky was the darkest blue could get and it almost resembled the way Colby’s eyes stared back at her. Y/n shook her head as she glanced back out the window to the quiet and alienated city, the faint chirping of birds breaking the silence in the apartment.

“Katrina,” Her voice was also low, fingers tapping quicker as she grew flustered. Colby furrowed his eyebrows as he reached over to place his hands over hers, quickly pausing the continuous beat. Y/n froze unintentionally, her whole body felt like it went into lockdown at his touch and he had definitely noticed.

“Y/n,” Colby began, moving her hands with his to gain her attention as her eye caught him again. Y/n’s breath hitched in her throat as she looked at the floor. Now or never.

Colby’s chest was quick to tighten and give him an unnerving pain as he tried to calm himself. His eyes screwed shut and he shook his nerves, seeming somewhat prepared for the consequences that could result. And as he exhaled, Colby said the three simple words, “I love you”.

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bloubird · 4 years

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Break up make up Drabble where Louis and Harry see each other out for the first time since breaking up 🤲🏽

i made this abo because i am a Whore also they don’t make up at all so really i didn’t fulfill this prompt soz but thanks for submitting!!

“You’re staring.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Sarah says. She waves a hand in front of Harry’s eyes, and when that doesn’t work, she pinches his armpit. He squirms and spills some of his beer, glaring at her.

“Now, what was that for?” He asks, frowning. His gaze trails back to the two figures on the couch, their heads bent inwards, unaware of everything else around them. His fists curl at his sides.

“You were growling,” Sarah says. She groans and slaps the drink out of Harry’s hand, and when Harry turns, mouth agape, she rolls her eyes. “You’re being weird. Stop it. Just go and talk to him before you burn a hole into Luke’s side.”

Harry shakes his head. “No. He made it quite clear the last time that he wanted nothing to do with me—”

“Well, you’re about to turn all feral alpha on us, so here is what is going to happen.” When Harry opens his mouth to object, Sarah holds a finger up. “I’m going to go over there and pretend to care about Luke’s new nursing job, and Louis’s going to up and leave because he can’t pretend to give two shits about that, and you’re going to talk to him, alone, and sort things out, because if I have to spend one more night watching 500 Days of Summer, I will be the one to lose my mind.”

It sounds like a terrible idea (and Harry likes 500 Days of Summer, fuck off), but Luke’s putting his hand on Louis’s thigh, and something in Harry’s brain short circuits. “Excellent idea,” he says. Like an idiot.

Sarah walks away, and Harry can hear her yell Oh my God, Luke, you have to tell me all about that internship you had at St. Joseph’s, and Louis’s out in a matter of two minutes, unable to pretend to care about cleaning bedpans.

Louis makes his way over to the balcony, and Harry tries not to be the creep stalking him on the way there. It’s pretty much empty, except for the couple of betas on the other side, but it’s as much privacy as they’re going to get. It’s a clear night, but it smells like it’s about to rain, and they’re high enough in the sky to miss out on the sounds of Chicago below them. Almost eerily quiet, and dark, but for the moon.

“Harry,” Louis says. He hasn’t turned around, just his silhouette against the balcony railing. “Go away.”

Harry furrows his eyebrows and steps closer, until he’s at Louis’s side. He leans against the railing. “No, I’m not going away.”

Louis’s eyes flicker up at him. He looks good, and part of Harry is furious at that, that Harry’s spent the better part of three months as an absolute wreck over Louis, and Louis looks better than ever, glowing skin under the moonlight, eyes bright and glimmering like still water. And his smell, sweeter than usual, vanilla and sugar, mixed with something else. Harry fights the desire to lick up his neck.

“What’re you doing here, Harry?” Louis asks, turning his body to him. He crosses his arms over his stomach and narrows his eyes. “We’re just going to leave worse off than before. It’s better if you go.”

Harry, heart aching still, after three months, and being brushed off as if the three fucking years he and Louis spent together were nothing, feels betrayed, and hurt, but most of all, he’s fucking mad, and his alpha still feels an irrational claim over Louis, so he just.

“Are you dating Luke?” Harry asks. It comes out of him before he can stop it.

Louis takes a step back; Harry takes a step forward. “That,” Louis begins, voice hard. “Is none of your concern.”

“Louis,” Harry says, nearly whispers. “Please.”

“What I do with my body is none of your business,” Louis spits. He turns to go back into the party, but Harry grabs his arm and pulls him in close, so that Harry can see the green and gold flecks in his eyes, and nearly count his eyelashes.

“You’re hurting me, baby,” Harry says, and Louis stills. Harry searches Louis’s eyes, and Louis blinks twice, before Harry bends down to press his lips against Louis’s. When Louis gasps, Harry slips his tongue in, lowers his hands to Louis’s waist, then lower…

He presses Louis against the railing and begins assaulting his neck, biting and kissing the skin there, his alpha telling him to mark and claim, relishing in every gasp and moan Louis lets out. Just as he’s about to dip his hands underneath the fabric of Louis’s shirt, Louis shakes his head and pushes Harry away.

“Harry, no, stop,” Louis says, and Harry pauses, looking down at Louis, lips red and plush from Harry, and part of Harry preens that he was the one to do it.

Louis doesn’t look half as pleased. “Harry,” Louis says, shaking his head, rubbing his temples. “That was bad. That was really bad.”

Harry deflates. “You’re dating Luke, aren’t you?” Harry asks. Harry runs a hand through his hair and fights his pounding heart. “Louis, baby, I’m sorry—”

“I’m pregnant.”

Harry blinks. “You’re pregnant,” Harry echoes.

“Yes, up the spout, expectant, got a bun in the oven, with child, whatever which way you put it,” Louis says. He buries his head in his hands. “Oh, God, this is a disaster.”

“And the baby,” Harry says, wringing his hands. “It’s mine?”

Louis looks up at him with disdain. “Yes, you neanderthal, it’s yours, because I, unlike you, don’t feel the need to sleep with everything with two legs—”

“I never cheated on you. Never,” Harry says. His eyes can’t leave Louis’s stomach, hidden under a large, baggy sweater. A baby’s in there. Harry’s baby.

“Yes, that’s what you told me, when you’d come home at the ass crack of dawn everyday. How was I supposed to know where you’ve been, who you’ve been with?”

“Because I told you. Because I came home every night, no matter what. I was working, you know that. Working and studying and losing my fucking mind the whole time—”

“That’s so very noble of you,” Louis says, voice dripping in sarcasm. “How fucking alpha of you, doing all that while making five minutes into your schedule to fuck me over the kitchen table before you’d fuck off for the entire day, with God knows who.”

“I know I wasn’t there all the time, but baby—”

“Stop that,” Louis bites. “Stop. You’re such a fucking narcissist, sometimes, Harry—”

“Where did that come from?”

“—and I can’t stand to be around you when you’re like this. And this thing, this baby, is mine, and not yours, and I don’t expect you to be around, and so consider yourself off the hook.”

“That baby is just as much mine as it is yours,” Harry says. A baby. His and Louis’s baby is growing in there, inside Louis, making Louis round and full with his baby. Harry can’t think of anything hotter. “And I’ll be around for them. I want to be around.”

“You couldn’t even be around for your fucking boyfriend, Harry. How do you expect to be around for a child?” Louis’s voice is low and steady, but Harry can feel the anger behind it, like a dam ready to burst.

“You left me,” Harry says. “I wanted to be with you. I want to be with you. I love you—”

“I left you because you’re a selfish prick who never thinks of anyone but yourself,” Louis says, slowly. “And I don’t love you anymore, and I don’t think you’re capable of loving anyone but yourself.”

Harry’s breath leaves his body, and Louis takes a step around him to go back inside, and it’s cold and the Chicago winds blow down his back, and the rain begins to pour, and soon, Harry can’t even tell if he’s crying, or if it’s just the rain.

#ask #anon #njsdmfhginskvd

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marinaaniseed · 4 years

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I’m slowly turning into you

Song: I’m slowly turning into you from the album Icky thump by The White Stripes.

Summary: Quill realises that in some ways, he’s slowly turning into Thor.

Pairing: Thor x Peter Quill

Length: 870 words

A/N: Thorquill sexy times. Bonus posting because I didn’t post yesterday (soz). See here for what this is all about.

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Quill puts his head on Thor’s shoulder as the two of them sit in bed together. Thor’s fuzzy cheek tickles Quill’s nose but he’s content to sit there with Thor in between his legs.

For all his strength and size, most of the time Thor is a gentle giant, a soft teddy gentle, as docile as a puppy. It’s only in battle, or if someone wrongs him or someone he cares for that Thor uses his powers or wields his weapons.

Early on during their space adventures, there had been a couple of incidents - Thor trying to light a fire with lightning, Thor trying to use Mjölnir to do repairs, Rocket inviting thieves to try to steal Mjölnir - but for the most part, his powers had caused very little trouble.

His depression, drinking, and confused identity - letting go of leadership was particularly problematic - had caused some difficulties. Slowly though, the butting of heads between Quill and Thor had eased, before becoming a very different situation of butting heads. It’s one of Quill’s favourite things, when Thor takes them both in one of his large hands, stroking together, cock heads butting against each other.

“Yesterday it hit me that I do all the little things that you do,” Quill whispers into Thor’s ear. “I'm slowly turning into you.”

“Turning into me?” Thor replies. “We shall have to see if you’re worthy then.”

“Oh no, we’re not doing that again.”

Last time he’d strained the muscles in his chest pulling as hard as he could to lift it, there was no way Quill was going to try that again.

Not even if Thor left Mjölnir on his headphones cable again.

“Oh, then perhaps you are growing your hair out?” Thor continues. “It would be an honour to braid it for you. Ah - is this about what Gamora said, about you putting on weight?”

“No, not like that. I’ve just noticed that I seem to have picked up some of your habits. The way you save all the pizza crusts until the end to dip them, the way you fidget with your sleeves, the way you rest bowls of guac on your stomach and eat from them. I don’t know when it started, but I seem to do them too.”

“I’m sorry,” Thor mumbles, ashamed that his Captain is picking up his bad habits.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not a bad thing. Just means that we spend so much time together that I’m picking up your habits, I’m sure you’ve picked up some on mine.”

“I could only hope to be lucky enough to be turning into you,” Thor says, giving his tummy a jiggle.

“None of that,” Quill exclaims, moving his hands around from Thor’s sides to lovingly rub the rounded softness that sits in Thor’s lap. One of Quill’s other favourite things is to cuddle up to Thor’s stomach a night - for warmth and comfort, his face smushed into Thor’s plush chest.

“I’m ok with you rubbing off on me - not like that!” he adds quickly. “You’re a good, kind man, I’m glad to find I’m becoming like you. Except you're more beautiful, compelling and stronger. I love all the little things about you.”

“There’s nothing little about me,” Thor remarks.

“That’s true, especially not your heart,” Quill says, hugging him closer. “I dig your little laugh, and I'm lovin' your quick wit. Why don’t you get comfortable and let me show you how much I like you?”

Even feeling self-conscious, Thor’s not going to turn down that kind of attention from his Captain. He shuffles about until he’s in position, golden hair fanned out behind him on the plump white pillow.

Quill climbs on top of him, smiling down at him before leaning in to kiss his cheeks, his nose, his lips. The kisses trail down, lovebites sucked onto both sides of his neck, before Quill reaches Thor’s chest. He kisses Thor’s nipples until they’re as hard as Thor’s cock, and then moves down to his tummy. A lot of attention is paid here, Quill doesn’t want Thor to think that he dislikes this bit of him - it’s quite the opposite in fact.

By the time Quill reaches Thor’s cock, he’s more than ready. Kissing up and down the shaft, Quill teases him some more before taking Thor into his mouth. Looking up, Quill can’t really see Thor, but he can tell from the string of Asgardian that he’s enjoying himself. Thor only slips back into his mother tongue when he’s in bed.

It’s not long before Quill has brought Thor to orgasm, swallowing his cum greedily before sliding back up the bed to his Asgardian lover.

They say in space, no one can hear you scream. On spaceships, everybody can. Quill debates breaking the peace by taking Thor from behind, but he looks so happy and blissed out lying there, he doesn’t have the heart to disturb him from where he’s clearly settled in for the night, so Quill turns off the lamp and snuggles up to Thor.

“Did that help?” Quill asks.

“Yes, thank you. Although I wouldn’t mind you showing me again in the morning how much you like me.”

Quill would be more than happy to.

#366songshots #thor #peter quill #star lord #thorquill

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