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peeps4christian · 8 months
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pov: you’re aussie open and you see this coming at you…
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imonlyareject · 1 month
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crowliphale · 9 months
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I am sooo lucky the good omens fans decided the ship name was aziracrow and not. Ahem. Y'know. Glances at username
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Lots of people categorize truesymmetry, False’s camera account, as a hermitclone, and while that’s totally valid and also the most fitting group of characters and theoretical characters for her to hang out with, I do kind of think:
Why would it not be the other way around?  Logically, True could totally have come first and False could easily be a clone of her.
(‘Course, the perks of having False come first are that that’s narratively hilarious.  But I still like my interpretation more, personally.)
I bring this up now because I forgot I was like the only person to have this thought and was a bit taken aback that no one else was thinking this in the context of what we now know about the two Falses.  While empires False could totally be a clone of hermit False or vice versa or either or both could have been produced by any number of ways to create doppelgangers, this opens the secret third possibility of them both being direct clones of True.  Twinsies.
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ratcandy · 3 months
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i've been keeping Sozo away from the brewery because I do not believe with his history of addictive substances that would be a good idea but also I am seeing people say that sometimes drunken Sozo will eat a mushroomo again even after being unshroomed .and I'm just staring with the biggest widest eyes possible at that. Every day I am learning more things that make me breathe deeply over my The Parasite Is Still There headcanon because .because. come on..........................
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mechahero · 6 months
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"Would you still like me if I was covered head to toe in blood?" It's an out of the blue question, a thought that crossed his mind and he blurts it out on impulse. He never specified if it was his own or someone else's.
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threecheersmaka · 8 months
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Walking past other goth people in public while I'm dressed down and trying to tell them with my eyes I'm also goth but I'm just off duty
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pillowmoment · 3 months
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i can quote some dead guy’s final words btw cause i watch him die so often
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sugarsprinklesoul · 2 months
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5 RULES TO REMAIN UNBOTHERED
Rule 1 - Expect less from people:
The first rule to staying unbothered is to expect less from people. Not everyone is you, and you can't expect other peole to hold themselves to the high standards that you set for yourself and it isn't your job to force them to see their potential. Everyone else is going out every weekend, vaping and thinks you're uncool? They don't have your drive or your ambition. Focus on yourself.
Rule 2: Stop arguing with people:
It's not your responsibility to make stupid people recognize that they are stupid. Do not waste your time trying to convince people that you are right they have already made up their mind about you. Prove them wrong with your actions; if they aren't paying your bills, they are irrelevant.
Rule 3: If they wanted to, they would:
Self-explanatory, and especially applies to guys. If he wanted to test you, he would. I he wanted to actually plan something instead of sending a last minute "wyd," he would. Invest your time into someone wo actually cares about you
Rule 4: Log off:
Be honest with yourself when you get on social media, do you feel inspired or like you're wasting time? So much of social media is time sink designed to make you less productive. Ignore the bad takes, block out the negativity, all of means nothing I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn't need at reaction. Sometimes you just gotta leave people to do the lame shit they do.
Rule 5: Ask "okay, and:
Being unbothered is all about knowing your worth your opinion of you is so much more valid than that random person at school or work who's jealous of you, let's be honest. When someone says something negative to you ask yourself "okay, and some random girl says she hates you, will that really affect your life? No Keep your eyes on the price, and keep perspective by focusing on things that really matter skincare and workouts, academies, investing, making money, and becoming the best version of yourself
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end-orfino · 1 year
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i am not a fan of dsmp. i was not a fan in the past either (only watched from the sidelines to get inspired by the cool stuff.) Revived still slaps hard as fuck
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boypussydilf · 1 year
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“you know, maybe the keron forces just suck.”
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yuyusboyfriend · 8 months
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⋆ Get On Mic ⋆
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pairing: Mingi x gn reader ft. Yunho
word count: 2,3k
content: Mingi likes your, and his best friend's, voice a little... too much and isn't very good at hiding it
warnings/tags: mxm, sub!mingi, dom!reader, switch!yunho, phone sex, voyeurism, possessive mingi, I can't really think of any others, tell me if there's anything else
a/n: just incase, wyd= what you doing ,vc=voice chat, also this isn't proof read so!!! sorry
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Mingi: you busy?
You: just finished some work, why wyd?
Mingi: jump on vc lets play, you promised. and the guys miss you
This was the 3rd time this week you had abandoned your 'finished' homework for Mingi. You would've said not tonight as said homework is due tomorrow, but for all the boys? You supposed you could play for a little while.
Mingi had been acting differently for a few weeks, nothing obvious, but you had noticed he had become much clingier with you. "Did one of your anime characters die or something?" you asked the giant that was wrapped around you as you made lunch for the boys.
"Hm? Oh, no, you're just so comfy. This hoodie new?" he grumbled into your shoulder, putting his hands in the front pockets as you tried to maneuver the both of you around the kitchen.
"No it's Jongho's, he said I could borrow it for the day-"
"Wear mine instead." Mingi unravelled himself from you and marched off to his bedroom with purpose, emerging with a hoodie of his own. It was your favourite of his, and he knew it—a tattered grey one that Mingi had owned for years, and he looked so pretty in it; you complimented him on it whenever he decided to wear it. You had actually been seeing it more often these days than you used to.
"Alright Mingi, whatever makes you happy princess" You didn't question his actions; Mingi's clingy days were quite endearing to you if you were honest. He clung to you like a koala to a tree, despite his stature and the fact you could hardly move when he did.
"I'm not a princess y/n,"
"You sure act like one? It's okay to be my princess Mingi, I'll look after you, hm?" Mingi huffed grumpily and slipped his hands under Jongho's jumper to pull it over your head, before realising you weren't wearing a shirt under it. Despite his beet-red face, he slipped his hoodie over your head, and took a step to admire his work; the way you looked in his clothes.
"See that's much better!" He yelled loud enough to smother the noise of his racing thoughts.
"I'm right here Mingi!" You rubbed your ringing ear as he apologised for nearly bursting your eardrum, "You are right though, this does look better. Could you give this back to Jongho when he gets home for me?"
He sighed sarcastically, "Anything for you my y/n." That left you with a weird flutter in your stomach, you weren't used to Mingi using endearing language like that. You wouldn't mind it again, though.
"Thank you, princess!" You laughed and ran away hearing Mingi's heavy footsteps not far behind.
You opened the voice chat to hear Woo and Joong fighting over who got who killed in their last match. "YOU LITERALLY-Y/n! You're here!" Wooyoung yelled down the mic and diverted his attention to you, with a slew of greetings coming through from the boys, Mingi's voice pitching in last.
"You made it," you could practically hear the grin on Mingi's face.
"Here he goes again" Yeosang's voice chimes into the conversation.
"Shut up Yeo."
You look at your screen, confused as to why Yeosang would say that and what it meant; why Mingi's tone had turned deep and icy at the statement, but before you even had a chance to question the situation, Seonghwa beat you to it. "Let's play! San I'm gonna beat your ass."
"We're on the same team??"
After playing a few rounds for a few…hours…the boys finally called a 20-minute break so they could go stretch and raid their kitchen for whatever they had bought on a late-night shopping trip. Well, you thought everybody had gone anyway.
"Y/n?" You almost missed Mingi's hushed voice down the mic, he sounded so soft. You hoped you could go and see the boys after all your assignments were handed in; you missed Mingi's hugs-turned-cuddle-sessions-turned-sleepovers.
"What's up princess, you okay?" your gentle tone sent shivers down the boy's spine. He felt hot when you called him sweet names through the phone, and while he wouldn't admit it to anyone, the way you called him princess got to him. Bad. Like bad in the way that was making him shift in his chair as the fabric on his plaid pyjama pants felt tighter by the second. Fuck, he felt so guilty, letting your sleepy voice get to him like this, but he just couldn't help it. He loved it, he loved the way you made noises when you stretched in your chair, groans slipping out of your mouth-
"Mingi? You there?"
He accidentally huffed a little down the mic, trying to conceal his whimpers as he pressed down into his growing hard-on, trying to gain some friction with the palm of his hand while he answered your worried tone. "yeah yeah,, I'm here. Can you just… talk? Tell me about your day,,, please?" Now that he had started, he just couldn't stop himself from reaching into his trousers now grinding up into his palm through just his boxers.
"Yeah, sure Mingi. So you know that assignment? I actually haven't…." The warmth of your voice spread like wildfires across his burning skin as you told him about… he totally wasn't sure what you were saying. His head was too fuzzy, too high off of your voice that he could barely register your words when he wasn't concentrating.
"Mingi are you okay? You sound out of breath, should I tell one of the guys to check on you-"
"No! No, I'm hh, fine y/n,, c-carry on please" Mingi knew he would get caught any second with the noises escaping his mouth, but he just couldn't help it, he wanted you so fucking bad, he was so desperate for you to just make a move on him after weeks, months of teasing and touching; hell, he had 3 wet dreams and infinite cold showers after he took Jongho's hoodie off your body, his eyes absorbing every detail, curve, scar, blemish, beauty mark—whatever his eyes had access to at that moment.
"Princess. You should've just told me you needed my voice." Busted. You could hear Mingi rhythmically shifting and huffing, his chair squeaking every once in a while. In all honesty, you had caught Mingi doing this a couple of times now, You could always hear the sound of Mingi's hand smacking the base of his cock as he stroked himself to your voice. It lit a heat in your stomach so strong that after the first few times, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from reaching into your underwear and playing with yourself; Slow enough as to not cum on the call but by the time it had ended you'd be writhing and squirming into your mattress. The thought of him taking in your body with greedy eyes any chance he could had your legs shaking as your orgasm hit you like a truck, crying out his name into your pillow.
"Wh- what? What do you mean?" Mingi's movements came to a halt on the other side of the call.
"Mingi, do you think I can't hear what you've been doing? How all of a sudden when it's just me and you, your breaths become heavy? Oh, princess, you're cute." you couldn't help teasing the poor man, you didn't think you had done too much till you heard the giant whimper into his mic, hands moving at a faster pace than before.
"Answer me, baby, tell me what you're doing, please?"
"Ah- I'm… fuck I'm sorry. Just—your voice is so hot, I couldn't help it—ngh" Before you could you heard a phone camera click, followed by a notification on your phone—Oh.
Mingi's veined hand was practically suffocating the base of his angry cock, precum leaking out of his tip. God, it was a beautiful sight that made your mouth water-
"Mingi. You didn't send that just to me…"
Yunho: did you mean to send that to the both of us or should I just pretend I didn't see anything?
Yunho: Either way, Impressive👍
Mingi squeaked at Yunho's messages out of embarrassment, and being kind of turned on at his friend's words.
Right? You like what you see, Yunho? Come join the call again…
You had a sneaking suspicion that they both had a little more interest in each other than just lifelong friends, and while you liked Mingi a whole lot, his best friend was just as pretty. The two of you had also shared some drunken kisses and touches one night after helping a blacked-out Mingi to bed. You wanted to dress them up in matching outfits and parade them around the house-
"Mingi? Y/n?" Yunho cautiously called out your names, his voice more gruff than usual.
"Yunho… help…" Mingi was barely able to get his words out, between the shame of getting caught out, and the way it was making him more needy by the second, his brain felt as though it was becoming mush.
"Mingi, are you really rubbing one out in the call again? You were bound to get caught, this is on you." Ah, so you weren't the only one who had caught onto his antics. To be fair, when it was just late-night calls between the 3 of you, he wasn't sly at all. All the shuffling and coughing to cover up his sounds, and the way he would mute himself for a suspiciously long amount of time with no warning, all to come back with a groggy voice and shallow breaths.
"Again?! Ah-What do you mean again-" Mingi gave up on trying to stop his whimpers and groans between speaking, letting them fall out of his bitten lips.
"Mingi, you could've just told us you needed our help, I'm literally in the room next to yours." Yunho can't help but let out a throaty laugh at the boy's predicament.
"Don't you dare Yunho, if you're gonna touch him then I better be there for it." Your body heat rises at the thought of the two of you teasing Mingi's aching body till he cums for you both. As if Mingi was thinking the same thing, his sweet noises increased with each stroke, one hand reaching up to play with his sensitive nipples. He was so desperate to cum after unintentionally edging himself two times, both of your words mixing with the fuzz in his brain making.
"Guys I don't mean—mean to stop the bickering but—please help,,," Mingi grabbed his phone and threw himself on his soft bed. Since his room was already darkened, the only sources of light emitting from his gaming setup and phone screen thanks to the blackout curtains, he turned the camera on for you and Yunho to see his tired and red face huffing into the darkness.
"Pretty," You heard Yunho whisper under his breath, so quiet you weren't sure if he had meant to say it out loud, but Mingi's little whimper as he rutted against his bed reassured Yunho either way.
"You think so Yunho? You think our princess is a pretty boy?"
"So pretty. Arent you Mingi?" He cried out so loud Yunho could hear him through the wall. He began to beat his cock harder with each stroke slapping his skin louder than the last.
"Oh Mingi, you're so worked up sweet boy, you gonna cum for us?" you whispered sweetly, bringing Mingi closer to his edge.
"Y-yes fuck please I'm so close please keep going" The boy moaned out into the bedsheets, craving his nearing release. He imagined two sets of hands on his aching body, Yunhos larger pair raking across his chest while one of yours grips the surface of his hip, the other dragging up and down his weeping cock.
"Im gonna- I- I need to cum-" You could hear Yunho's breaths becoming shaky and uneven too, the sounds coming from the two almost making you cum untouched at the thought of them getting off to this.
"Yunho, you ready to cum with Mingi? I wanna hear you both cry" You say with a smile, rolling your hips into your pillow.
"Y-yeah, Mingi fuck cum princess" Yunho tried to say in a stable voice, faltering as he and Mingi came into tightened fists, cum streaking against their surroundings. Mingi cried as he spurted white liquid from his tip, what felt like hours of edging coming to an end finally, his orgasm hitting him so roughly he had managed to get cum on his face and the walls from the buildup. Yunhos had been a little less explosive but he had still been desperate for release knowing what his roommate had been up to for so long. After a minute or two of no talking, you checked in,
"You boys okay now?" You approached the situation cautiously.
"Y/n, can you come over? We'll help you with your essay just- please come over?" Mingis's groggy voice pleaded, Yunho carrying on his thoughts.
"I'll pick you up and take you to college in the morning too, we miss you." Maybe it was how soft they sounded in their haze of post-nut clarity, but you really couldn't say no to them.
"I'll be ready in 5 but take your time getting here… Also, I didn't get to cum so are you guys gonna fix that orrrr?" You hear the call end as you finish your sentence and suddenly feel embarrassed.
Mingi: be there in 4.
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I'm sorry this is so ass tbh😭😭😭😭 it's done now though thank GOD
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snvffsoda · 14 days
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some silly/random headcanons i have for Strade, Ren, and Lawrence!!
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i know a lot of people like to think he kidnaps people from the same bar, using the kind of pick up lines, but that wouldn’t be an efficient way to keep the bodies coming, and he knows that, how long until someone catches him dragging an unconscious/unsuspecting person in his car? And makes a call to the police? Strade doesn't take chances, not with the cops, he may be insane, but he's still extremely smart at what he does, he would go out to clubs, late-night parties, concerts, crowded busy areas, anywhere he could slip in and find someone and leave toghther with less caring eyes on him.
has cut his finger while using his power tools and made Ren suck the blood from his finger before, not because he wanted comfort or anything he just wanted to see Ren's sheepish look while he did (Ren enjoyed it too for the blood, albeit nervously)
Strade is a confident, charismatic man, but i still think no matter how hard he tries to hide his sadistic psychotic tendencies, they bleed through him with the way he talks to people, you always get this underlying feeling of unease when he speaks which is why he prefers alcohol to be involved to get his victims, it'd be harder to notice Strade’s eyes staring just a little too long for comfort when you're 4 shots in
always keeps eye contact, almost to an uncomfortable amount, it feels like he doesn't even blink half the time his stare feels like his eyes are always threatening to pierce your skull open and see what's inside from his gaze alone.
Strade is strong, but he's no amazing fighter, if you're fast enough, and have the intent to win, or to kill him i dont think his brute force and heavy swings will do much plus i think he uses a lot of street fighting tactics ie; slamming, grabbing you and pinning you, using weapons instead of just his fist to his own detriment (and that’s what i think got him killed)
really good at texting, he's very descriptive when he texts almost like you're really speaking to him on the phone or in person, he doesn't use a lot of slang or emoticons, Doesn't abbreviate his words like ‘idk’ ‘wyd’ so on, and lots of Periods. Commas, exclamation points! might reply to something funny he sees with a ‘LOL’ in all caps or ‘😂’ but that's it.
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really really wants to learn guitar efficiently, but his claws always cut and get caught on the strings when he tries to play so whenever he does try to play he plays with a pick, he doesn't play the best because of it, it was one of the first things he bought with Strade’s money after he died since Strade didn’t want him to get one because it was ‘too noisy’
avid gamer and discord user to an unhealthy amount, and will spam you with messages when you dont hop on the game he's spam inviting you to play with him
sleeps on Strade’s old shirts and pants and coats, anything to where he can get his scent again in his room will sometimes cry himself to sleep thinking about him when laying on them, muttering to himself how sorry he is for letting him die
he remembers and still can understand basic Japanese formalities and such, he's since tried to relearn his native language online, and he did horribly because he forgot almost everything
sassy, when he's stressed, or angry, he can and will be sarcastic and make sly remarks regarding the situation to you, roll his eyes, cross his arms, mutter to himself, just more on the pouty side when it comes to handling his stress
has a collection of old chew toys, he's torn and bitten through with his fangs when his more animalistic tendencies kick in when he's in heat or just needs to keep his mouth busy
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has been sent to psychiatric mental hospitals many times before when he was an adolescent by his family he never made friends or spoke much when he was, he did well, and never caused trouble
he’s fallen asleep while in the bath and somehow hasn't drowned himself hundreds of times he can't help it, it reminds him of the river,,
smoking weed helps him sleep through the day, it keeps him in a deep sleep since he's a light sleeper, so he isn't startled awake by his neighbors stomping about during the day
enjoys horror movies like ‘Jacobs Ladder’ and ‘The Jacket’ movies where the protagonist feels as though they are already dead or trapped in their mind, he relates to that feeling when he watches those films
would definitely be the type to go nonverbal when he is high, resorting to nods and shaking his head to get his point across if he's with you and comfortable around you
hates sweet tea and store-bought tea in general, he hates the way they taste and the texture they leave on his tongue, he prefers making tea himself with his plants and the ingredients he grows
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kikikatzoid · 5 months
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wyd in this situation
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paper-crab · 5 months
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Obvious
summary: chris realizes he’s in love
warnings: none? pretty chill and straightforward
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i kinda like this one… maybe?
“It’s obvious you like her.” Matt shrugs, throwing another fry into his mouth.
“Was that even a question?” Nick chimes in. Chris is sitting in the front seat, bewildered. “Of course that’s a question? What do you mean?”
“Well, like, we all know. Madi asked me if you were dating the first time we all hung out together. There are literal hearts in your eyes when you look at her.” Nick tells him. Every word that comes out of his brothers’ mouths shocks him. His jaw hangs open. “You’re cutting this out of the video right?”
“Yeah.”
“You guys are crazy.” Chris shakes his head.
“We’ll talk about this later. We only have so much time to film this video, so let’s get on with it.” Matt says, rolling his eyes as he reaches for his drink that Chris took.
He tried to push the revelation out of his mind, but couldn’t: it was obvious to the audience that he was distracted for the remainder of the video.
‘What did they say to him during the cut?’ comments started flying in- and the worst part? They didn’t even talk about it later, leaving Chris to ponder on his own. He’s stuck tossing and turning the entire night, comparing your relationship to his and Madi’s. He knew something was different, he just couldn’t figure out quite what.
The sun had risen before he realized what was different; the lingering touches, the secrets, the inside jokes. Most of all, he realized, was the difference he felt when he was with you.
The love he felt around you was warmer, more invigorating. He couldn’t get a single word out of Matt or Nick about the situation for the entire day; especially anything having to do with your feelings for him, but he tried to push it out of his mind.
He was stuck in the same position late that night, tossing and turning as he tried to ease his worried conscience.
chris: wyd?
you: nothing, mcdonald’s?
chris: yes pls
you: be there in 5
He smiled at his phone, throwing on a hoodie and some crocs. When he heard another ding from his phone, he rushed out the front door. He felt excited, knowing he was spending time with you, but the words of his brothers from the previous day loomed over him like a dark cloud.
“Hey,” You grin at him, shutting off your phone. “You hungry?”
“Always.” He says, reciprocating your smile and hopping into the passenger seat.
As the car pulled away, he found himself slipping into easy conversation with you. Your laughter filled the air, and the sound of it eased the tension that had been clinging to his thoughts since morning.
He was lost in the comfort of your company, the weight of his brother's words gradually disappearing from his head. There was something about being around you that made everything else seem trivial- at least for the moment.
You settle into a random -empty- parking lot after getting your orders. When you were staring at him instead of the road, he found it a lot more difficult to keep his composure. The air between you thickened as Chris tried to break your gaze away from him.
“What’s on your mind, Chris?”
He looks like a deer caught in headlights. Chris was caught off guard by your perception. He should have known you’d pick up on it quickly, spending almost all of your time with each other had a way of doing that to you.
“Nothing.” He says, willing his thoughts to disappear.
“C’mon, I know you better than that. Just tell me.”
Chris instantly gets lost in his unspoken thoughts. He’s unsure of how to respond to you without worrying you. You brush his hand reaching for your drink, and under the pressure of your expectant eyes, he shivers. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He forces out, “Just tired I guess.”
Your eyes search his. “Don’t lie to me,”
The intensity in your voice made Chris pause. He felt the weight of your understanding, the depth of your concern, and the strength of your connection in those simple words.
“It’s just…” Chris started, voice trailing off as fear overtook his senses. You waited patiently though, comforting him. “There’s a girl.”
You felt your heart drop, but instantly disguised it, for his sake. “Tell me more.”
“She’s someone I’ve known for a while,” Chris began, choosing his words carefully. “But things have been… different lately. I’ve been realizing the way I feel around her is different from anyone else.”
Your expression softened, pain still panging through your heart. You encouraged him to continue with a nod.
“I’ve been trying to deny it, and ignore my feelings, but being around her is like a breath of fresh air. All my worries just melt away, everything falls into place. I don’t know what to do about it.” He admits, voice tinged with vulnerability.
“Sounds like you care about her a lot.” Chris nods, a smile taking the place of his previously worried expression.
“I really do.”
“Have you thought about telling her?”
Chris's eyes widened, but he nodded slowly. “A ton. I’m just scared of messing things up. I care about her a lot, and I can't lose that.”
You glimpse at him, trying to show that you’re listening. “Chris, what’s going to happen if you tell her? Realistically.”
Chris sighed, contemplating your question.
“I guess, if I tell her… things could change,” he began slowly, uncertainty evident in his words. “We could grow closer, or grow apart. And I’m afraid of losing what we have right now.”
His eyes shifted to yours. Unknowingly, he was looking for your reassurance, like he did with most things. “But on the other hand,” you continue for him, “if you don’t say anything, you might regret not taking the chance to tell her how much she means to you.” He nods, agreeing with your assessment of the situation. “Exactly.”
“It’s a tough spot to be in,” you comment softly, voice reflecting empathy “but you know this girl best. Trust your instincts.”
You were always his voice of reason; his flashlight in the darkness. He glanced out the car window, lost in thought for a moment. Your words settled in nicely, but he still felt a little self-doubt.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime. Ready to go?”
“Yeah, if you are.”
He’s grateful to have you on his side. Even if his impending confession changes your relationship for the worst, he’s decided to take that leap of faith; he just isn’t sure when.
For the next few days, Chris found himself caught in a whirlwind of contemplation. Every moment with you seemed laden with unspoken words, his thoughts constantly drifting back to the conversation you had in the car. Everytime he was with you, the profession of his love lingered on his tongue. He needed to bite the bullet and do it, but he needed the support of his brothers to finally get him there.
“I think I’m gonna tell her.” He tells them, right before they begin filming a vlog.
“Are you serious? Why do you always bring this shit up when we’re gonna film.” Matt rolls his eyes, trying not to smack his brother.
“I’m serious, like I wanna text her right now serious.”
“Don’t text her, that’s just bad manners.” Nick tells him, setting up the camera.
“Fuck you mean manners? What does this have to do with manners?”
“Just wait till after we film.” Nick sighs.
Chris was struggling to focus for the entire vlog, which wasn’t really new. He’d always been a bit jumpy and high maintenance, but now he had a reason. When Nick deemed their filming to be finished, Chris was roaring to go.
“Guys, I seriously can't hold it back anymore. I need to go do this.”
“Alright, man, we got your back.” Matt reassured him.
Nick chimed in, trying to ease a little bit of Chris’s worries. “But seriously, maybe don’t do it in a text. A face-to-face conversation will be better.”
“Yeah yeah, I’m texting her to come get me now.”
“Come get you? Kid, why wouldn’t I just drive you?”
“This is more… us.” Chris replies, sending the message. A rush of nerves swept through him when he hit send.
you: omw
He smiled at his phone. “Hey, whatever happens, we’re here for you.” Matt tells him, trying to ease some of his anxieties.
“Thanks guys. She’s here.” He says, sliding on some shoes.
“Let us know how it goes.”
When Chris comes back, you in tow, with kiss swollen lips and a dazed smile, they have their answer.
“Went great guys, we’re pretty tired so we’re gonna head. Night!” Chris yelled, already pulling you down the stairs to his room.
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tastesousweet · 5 months
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⭒ vampire love
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chris sturniolo x fem!reader
summary : they were each others’ go-to hookup in highschool, chris is back in town and y/n surprises him at his window. based on “vampire love” by yung bruh.
warnings : basically pure smuttttt :P & they’re both just whiney and horny idk. they get fluffy at the end tho
mickey speaks : uhhhh 1st post & im showing my whorism already !!!! oops
Y/N - 12:56 AM
are u home?
CHRIS
yea i landed this morning
Y/N
u never told me ☹️☹️
CHRIS
i know it was a busy day for me
CHRIS
i’m sorry
Y/N
well wyd right now?
CHRIS
texting u 😘
Y/N
cornball. go back to LA
CHRIS
nah im actually just sitting here watching
family guy in nick’s room
Y/N
tell nick i say hi aw
Y/N
i missed u guys
CHRIS
i missed you bruh
CHRIS
i wanna see u but i don’t want u
leaving the house this late for me
CHRIS
i’ll def come see you tomorrow tho
Y/N
oh??? that’s crazy bc i would get
“come over” texts from u at 3 am
in highschool 😭😭
Y/N
like who am i speaking to rn
CHRIS
a gentleman tf🤦‍♂️🤷‍♂️!!!
message laughed at by Y/N !
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Y/N - 1:23 AM
you still watching tv?
CHRIS
nah i’m in my room now
Y/N
oh ok
Y/N
sooo.
Y/N
i’m at your house????
CHRIS
WHAT
Y/N
window …😊😊
chris immediately shuffles from his bed over to his window, seeing you with your face illuminated by your phone light.
he smiles and goes to text you,
CHRIS
what r u waiting for?? get up here
he looks back to see you roll your eyes in response and begin to move the same ladder you used in highschool over to chris’ window.
chris pries open the window with his bottom lip comfortably tucked in his mouth. he peeks his head out and can’t help but commentate on your situation as you focus heavily on making it up the rickety ladder. “she couldn’t wait twelve hours to see her man, wow. i must be something special, huh?”
you move your focus from your careful footsteps, up to chris, with a smug look and fuckass hat on his head. “maybe she was just a little horny and very bored.”
“she could’ve gone to sleep like someone normal.” he teases more, leaning back as she’s now made it up to his level.
he reaches his hand out and helps her into his room, “does he not want to fuck her or…?” she tilts her head and watches chris close his window.
“shut up,” he laughs a little walking towards her and pulling her into a hug (he makes sure to hold the sides of your bare hips that you purposely have on display, just so you know he saw and he appreciates it) which you embrace deeply. “hottest bitch alive,” he laughs into your hair.
you push him away, laughing at the old inside joke (before anything had happened between the two of you chris took a hit or two from a joint sophomore year of highschool and revealed his attraction to you, declaring you “the hottest bitch alive,” and of course you teased him but none the less took it as a compliment).
he hooks his hand on the waist band of your small shorts before you can get far, pulling you back and laying a soft, short kiss on your lips.
your head is at an angle looking up to him and the corners of your mouth begin to upturn as you chase his initial kiss with another and another, building passion with every connection.
he deepens the kiss while moving backwards towards the black couch at the foot of his bed. upon reaching it you push him gently causing him to fall back onto the plush surface. he draws his hand across his now wet lips as a smirk crosses his face.
chris pats his lap anticipating your willing obedience, only for you to step back and remove your teddy bear slippers you hadn’t gotten the chance to take off yet. he chuckles a little and removes his hat, throwing it behind him onto his bed, and moving his arm to rest behind his head as he lazily watches your every move.
your loose tank top and lack of bra leave little to imagine as you walk back towards him and crawl onto his lap. you try not to let the dopey grin that’s etched on his mouth effect you too much as you move his hands to hold your ass.
he begins to kiss you again, a little harder than before and adding the aspect of his tongue to explore parts of your mouth he hadn’t seen in some time. your hands ghost up his neck and one hand holds there while the other moves to his cheek.
you begin grinding yourself against his lap and he disconnects your lips to hiss at the sensation before kissing up and down your neck slowly.
girl lay yo body down on that fuckin couch
when you begin to moan lowly and grind yourself harder chris lifts you off of his lap and lays you on the couch, now hovering over you.
you’re annoyed by the loss of stimulation and groan, “come backk.” you pull at his white wife beater and chase his lips with your own.
“shhh” he whispers against your pouted lips, dragging himself down to settle on the floor below you, guiding his face between your legs and making them fall on either side of his head.
open up your legs i’m gon’ work my mouth
you whimper and suck your bottom lip in your mouth when he starts to leave kisses and nibbles on your inner thighs. he’s carefully avoiding your clothed center, taking his time loving on you.
“chris,” you let out a breathy whine and reach for his hand, bold enough to place it right at your lower tummy and waistband of your tiny fucking shorts.
chris hums against your center, finally looking up at you with droopy, infatuated eyes. you caress his hand to encourage him to adventure further into your heat.
as much as he loves to tease, his fingers curl and grip the waistband as his fingers dance along the small string of your thong. he smiles at the thought of you putting it on just for him tonight.
“baby, please,” you whine again, louder.
try not to make a sound this my momma house
he kisses the space between your center and thigh, the closest he’s gotten to where you need him most at this point. “shhh, i’ll give you what you want. jus’ gotta be quiet, ‘kay?” he mews before he presses a gentle kiss to your clothed cunt.
you just about sob and fight the urge to push your shorts to the side and force his head down yourself.
he finally sits back on his legs, moving his hands slowly up your legs. “god damn, you’re so precious,” he rasps with a smile as he slowly lowers your shorts down your legs.
“just for you,” you breathe when he’s finally pulls your shorts off and throws them behind him.
“how sweet,” he kisses your ankle before hooking it over his shoulder. chris stares up at you before his eyes flick down to your dripping core, leaving a wet spot at the center of your tiny thong.
he groans at the sight and uses his right hand to pull the cloth to the side as his left hand rubs across your lower stomach leaving butterflies in its path. he moves his index finger through your soaked folds causing you to let out a hushed yet sharp moan.
chris uses your sound of pleasure as encouragement when he dips his tongue into you continuously. when you start to buck into his face he uses his arm to hold your leg (that’s not over his shoulder) down against the couch.
your soft moans are harmonious and you watch as chris closes his eyes and begins to fully enjoy licking at your core. he moves to kiss your thigh again, replacing his mouth with his fingers entering in and out of you slowly. you watch him as he focuses on his fingers’ every move and enjoys his front row viewing of your body’s appreciation of him.
he blissfully lays his cheek on your inner thigh when you bring your hand down to his face and comb through his hair to pull his attention back to your face rather than your pussy.
he shifts his eyes up and you draw your finger across his swollen bottom lip. he slowly smiles at you before speaking, “wanna cum, hmm?”
and to his surprise you shake your head no and begin to take his fingers out of you and bring them up to your mouth.
chris lets out a whiney moan and drags himself up to be face to face with you as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting every bit of yourself. “so fucking hot.” he whispers and replaced his fingers with a rough kiss to your mouth.
you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your arms around his neck while he continues to kiss you. you can feel him moving underneath you to grind his hardened center against the couch cushion so you pull away from him and tell him to sit down instead.
he nods his head and you both trade positions; your face now level with his lower half just as his once was with your own.
you run your hands up his covered legs and towards his hard center and begin to stroke him through his sweats. he lets out a relieved breath as he watches you and anticipates your descent further.
you adjust your position and pull down his boxers and sweatpants just far enough that you can pull out his pulsing member. chris throws his head back and covers his eyes with his hands at the sensation of your thumb circling his sensitive head.
that bitch gon’ give me top, that’s without a doubt
you pump long, slow strokes along his cock while starring up at him hazily. you begin to feel annoyed by his lack of eye contact and pull his attention by guiding him into your mouth.
chris lets a choked moan escape and looks down to you, with a mouthful of his dick and glossy eyes, looking back up at him. his mouth is hung open subconsciously as he fights back his own excessive moans, instead he gathers your hair for you and uses all of his might to not fuck your face.
once you build a rhythm you take him further until he’s fully buried and slightly curved down your throat. his moan comes out in fractures and his grip on your hair grows tighter. “you’re so good to me,” he whispers. you go to move but stop once he pleads, “wait! no, please jus’ just stay right there, baby.” so you begin to focus on breathing through your nose as he holds your head back down.
you stay for a few moments and when you finally gag and pull off of him he thrusts up into air to almost chase the feeling while you gather yourself. “you okay?” his face is pulled tight together but you can’t tell if it’s because he’s concerned for you or his own orgasm.
you nod and his senses are heightened as you start to stroke his cock a few more times but before he can finish you confess, “baby, i want you to fuck me now…”
he gathers your face in his hands and rubs your cheek, “you know i will… but first can i cum, please?”
you shake your head with a smirk, kissing his inner hand but before you rise to your feet you kiss the top of his sensitive dick, to which he uncontrollably spills a small amount of his cum onto your lips.
he feels a little humiliated at his lack of control. “fuck. ‘m sorry i didn’t mean to-” but chris can feel his stomach recoil as he attempts to fight off finishing all over your face right now.
he watches intensely as you lick your lips slowly, tasting every bit of him, before you stand up (your thong showing every inch of your full ass while you walk) and go to lay on his bed. he can no longer see you but he takes the hint when your small tank top is thrown at him.
he exhales and begins to fully remove his clothes as well. he joins you in his bed to see you bare and sprawled out, your fingers tapping softly at your clit.
you whimper when you dip your fingers inside of you then bring them up to his mouth. he hums and sticks his tongue out. you drag your fingers across it before he’s wrapping his lips around them and sucking hard.
you bite your lip at the sight of chris being so willing and eager.
he pulls them from his mouth and smiles while guiding your hand between you both to grab his needy cock. “please.” is all he says before he kisses you.
you pump him a few times before guiding him into you slowly, to which chris moans directly over your mouth, eyes slightly rolled back. you quiet him gently by kissing him again.
i fuck her like a god, that’s without a doubt
he continues the slow pace you began as he guides himself fully in and out of you. the silver of his necklace catches the light of the moon every so often making it gleam as it sways over your face. you find it so satisfying and pretty.
you suck on his neck and whisper that you need him to fuck you hard or not at all. he immediately is quickening his thrusts into you and you muffle a cry into his neck, clawing at his back with your manicured nails.
i got that pussy wet, that’s without a drought
you’re so slick that the sound of your skin slapping together is amplified and chris prays to fucking god his mother hasn’t found herself thirsty in the middle of a rem cycle.
“i need you chris, i need-“ your words spew out and he doesn’t let up, continuing his harsh pounds into your used center.
“hold on to it, baby. ‘m so close, please,” he reaches for your hands and holds them against the mattress on each side of your head as he continues to build to a climax.
you whine and he gives in to you easily. he removes one of his hands from holding yours to rub your clit harshly, “go ahead, give me everything then.”
he continues to thrust himself into you but his eyes stare intently at your face as you fall apart beneath him and squeeze around his length. you’re a moaning mess and he quickly puts his hand over your mouth until you’re spent.
the scene alone causes him to pull out of you and let out a series of low moans while his cum falls onto your lower stomach.
to make the most out of the overwhelming sensitivity you both feel, he immediately guides his cock through your folds, crying out at the intense stimulation. as you try to push him away, and whine his name telling him it’s so much.
he obliges and unknowingly blurts more cum on your thighs as he moves up to kiss you, out of breath.
he sucks your bottom lip for a second longer before pulling apart and whispering, “hold on.” your sleepy figure just nods up to him and he breathes out a laugh before finding his boxers on the floor and walking out quietly.
you try to keep your eyes open but it feels like forever when chris finally comes back with a damp wash cloth, two water bottles, and a bowl of washed grapes (??). your eyes open timidly at the small amount of light coming from his phone’s flashlight. you can see him wearing your teddy slippers though which makes you mentally laugh, but physically smile as he approaches you.
he places the items on a side table and begins to wipe your stomach off slowly, the warmth on the cloth soothing you further. “open your legs, please.” chris already had began to physically separate them but he asks you to open them so that you feel in control of yourself anyways.
“sweet girl,” he compliments and smiles as he wipes your thighs down, kissing your stomach again before making his way to throw the cloth into a laundry basket.
you hum at him and lift yourself up to watch as he opens one of his drawers and offers one of his t-shirts to you.
you slip it over your head easily and he hands you a water bottle and your phone before crawling into his bed with you. you curl up to his chest and he hands you the bowl of grapes which you don’t question because you’re hungry as fuck, why would you deny it?
you thank him and he thanks you for coming to see him tonight.
you both smile into a kiss and you continue to finish your grapes as he closes his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.
🍊✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ
AW! everyone cheered. and came (probably)
got inspo for the end bc of this lmao :
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