I've seen you mention wanting Cross to bite you on multiple occasions, so um. Here you go!
I've never written anything like this before but F IT WE BALL
WE'RE RUNNING OFF VIBES AND VIBES ALONE BABYY
Also please excuse any cringyness or "bad writing" so to speak, I'm so eepy work and college is kicking my tush yall
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Oh, FYI. This small scene is suggestive. NOTHING is nsfw, but still mildly suggestive nonetheless.
So please be smart and safe, people.
Thank you! <3
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Love Bite
"you're so perfect."
Cross lies next to you in bed, his body pressed against your side, propped up by an elbow underneath him. His other hand glides down your body, feeling along the curves against your sweatshirt's fabric.
A candle just beside the bed warms the room, its flickers sending whisps of orange flickering along the walls. The smell is calming, a harmonious blend of citrus and floral.
Cross's touch is feather-soft as his hand runs along your side, fingers teasing their way beneath the fabric. He leans over, mouth hovering just above your neck.
"so pretty," he breathes, warm breath tickling your skin. Shivers run down your body, past where his fingers continue to glide, their patience making you crave for something more.
His hand finds your hips, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.
"and so, so sweet..." His mouth moves to press slow kisses against your neck. You tilt your chin to the side with a blissful sigh, allowing him more access.
Cross shifts, his body moving to hover over yours as he continues placing delicate kisses.
He drapes over you so carefully that you could mistake his body for a blanket, chest pressing down softly against your own. One elbow comes up to plant itself near your head, pushing into the mattress below, wrinkling the smooth bedsheets. He holds his weight up so as not to squish you, treating your body as if it were a delicate sculpture, its form too beautiful to allow any harm come of it.
His other hand comes up to hold your cheek, giving a loving squeeze before moving to cradle it in his palm.
His touch is cool, a contrast to his steady breaths and kisses below.
"so sweet..."
Cross opens his mouth, his lips just beginning to part over your neck. More shivers shoot down your body as he gently nibbles. Their pace matches his previous kisses as he takes his time, not an ounce of impatience or rushing in sight.
Cross always takes his time with you. Makes you feel wanted. Loved.
He takes the time to worship your body's curves, appreciating each and every crevasse there is to be found.
Your hand comes up to the back of his skull, pulling him in closer as you let out a soft sound, letting him know how good it feels.
Cross is the type to watch for reactions. Making sure you feel good. Making sure you're having a good time. Your pleasure is his pleasure.
Cross lets out an appreciative chuckle, enjoying the small reactions you give him.
He places another kiss on your neck.
Then his mouth opens. Wider.
Your breath hitches.
You feel his teeth hovering over your neck, their presence gentle yet promising. The part that sticks out to you the most is his canines. They have the sharpness of fangs, coming to a point at the end. They ghost over your warmth, their sharpness lingering, growing your anticipation by the second.
Then they clamp down.
Slowly.
Your hand on the back of his skull hesitates, becoming lax. The other lies flat against the mattress, fingers fidgeting with the bed sheets below.
The fangs sink into your soft flesh, burrowing a warm, delicious sting along with them.
Cross pauses, listening, feeling for any reaction.
Your hand gives another tug. Begging for more.
Cross deepens the bite, jaw coming to clamp down into place. He holds there, a low hum in his throat vibrating against your skin. His fangs press down sharply, the pressure building, almost becoming too much. The bite is sweet, heavy, enveloping.
Enough to leave a mark.
Your eyes flutter shut, your voice coming out as a whisper.
"Cross..."
Cross's jaw slackens. He pulls away, pausing for a moment to take in the sight of you, your cheeks beautifully warm and flustered. The spot where he bit down moments earlier holds the indents, the skin's color deepening with a pretty flush.
A sign that he's been here. A sign that you're his.
A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he moves back down to gently suck on the sensitive skin, head tilting passionately.
Something resembling a pleased hum leaves your lips as you allow your body to relax and sink into the mattress.
Eeee I hope you like it!! (And I hope it isn't TOO cringe lmao)
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i’m putting “MFA” in the subtitle because everyone’s doing it
Okok take all the time you need with thattt and feel free to reject any of my ideas.
But hear me out just another idea before I forget it
This is pre-Hail Mary, alr, SO, teacher Grace and teacher!reader, there’s like a staff meeting or party, and there’s another teacher who’s talking smack about reader, aaannddd I want protective Grace 👉👈 perhaps! Just ideas!!!
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tulip, i am so sorry for how long this has taken me to get around to 😭 but i'm working on it now
thinking about maybe shy!reader who the other teacher is judging for being "too kind"... trying to joke about them, getting some laughs. ryland is visibly angry, shifting on his feet. you whisper to him "it's okay, really" but he's just not having it. he really tries to do as you ask and drop it, but it just really burns his biscuits, okay!?
Lena lifts her head at the sound of her wife’s voice, smiling when she sees her poking her head through the door.
“Kara… what are you doing here?”
“You didn’t come home,” Kara says as she enters the office. “I know you said you were gonna be late but I felt bad thinking about you being here all night.”
Lena blushes and tilts her head.
With everyone else gone, the floor is nice and quiet. The hall lights are off, as well as the ones in Lena's space-- save for the planet lamp on her desk. It's easier to focus when it's like this. Easier to think.
“Darling, I’m always here all night.”
“I know. But now, you can be here all night with Chinese food!”
Kara sets down the bags of takeout she’s carrying onto Lena’s desk and takes a seat on the other side.
“Do you want to eat here or on the couch?”
From years of knowing her, she’s learned to never ask ‘do you want to take a dinner break’. Asking implies choice— and given the choice, Lena will always pick work. So she offers desk or couch. They’ll eat wherever Lena wants, as long as it means Lena’s taking a break and getting some real food in her.
“Desk,” Lena responds.
She clears out some of her papers and sets them on the floor, then moves her tablet and laptop aside to make room for Karas feast.
“How was your day?” Lena asks as they unpack. “Give the new interns hell?”
There’s potstickers, rice, and dumplings for Kara in one bag. Then soup with noodles and spring rolls in set aside for Lena.
"Only a little."
Lena raises an eyebrow.
“Okay, but I tried not to. They’re just so— they don’t listen! They make me feel like I’m turning into Cat.”
“What does that mean?” Lena asks, smiling.
“I said chop chop like three times today,” Kara explains with an embarrassed sigh. She flushes bright red at the way Lena struggles to withhold her laughter. “Look— if you were there, you would’ve said it too. I was drowning!”
“Oh- be careful with that one,” Lena adds as Kara reaches for a spring roll. “It’s spicy.”
“I like spice.”
Questioningly, Lena's brow lowers.
“I do!” Kara insists. She takes a bite, immediately making a face when it hits her. It goes from zero to a hundred in seconds-- feels like her mouth is actually being lit on fire.
She swallows, then chases it by chugging her entire bottle of water, and letting out a long exhale when she's done.
Stozier + Kaspbrough, Stan and Eddie talk each other about their boyfriends
“You know your boyfriend is an idiot, right?” Stan said, watching as Bill helped Richie with his knee and elbow pads. “Like, it’s important to me that you know that.”
“Your boyfriend is the one about to ride his bike off the roof of a car,” Eddie retorted, frowning as Bill gave Richie’s helmet a slap hurting both Richie’s head and Bill’s hand. “I mean, if anyone’s the idiot here it’s-”
“Us for choosing to date them,” Stan finished. “Besides, this was Bill’s idea and you know he’d do it himself right now if Richie hadn’t volunteered to go first.”
They agreed they were all idiots, but especially Bill and Richie, as they sat in the hospital while Richie got stitches in his chin.
