#& interacted with me during the show & also got me a chair to sit with him during one scene

[footballandfiasco]

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[lovebugism]

AH HI!! so... i love the way you write ditzy!reader, and especially with steve idk it just warms my heart yk? The way they interact 😭 it's so lovely

Since I'm an angsty girly at heart, I thought about a situation where steve gets a teeny tiny bit frustrated with ditzy!reader, but it's just seconds, even less than that but it's enough to make her upset for making him upset but also a super fluffy moment between both of them and steve being mesmerized by her and just so much in love

ahh thank u lovie! pls enjoy!! — steve gets frustrated with his sensitive gf and makes up with her accordingly (hurt/comfort, established relationship, 2.7k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥ���•́)ノ)

You keep Steve company during the last half of his shift like you always do. 

He’s grumpier than usual, though — all pouty and visibly brooding. 

You plop yourself on the front counter of Family Video and ask him what’s wrong, and he tells you that the day’s been hell and he’s just tired. There is no “but I feel better now” like there usually is when he’s upset but doesn’t want you to think it’s your fault. 

The “because you’re here” is typically implied. 

Not so much now.

You’re having the complete opposite day of your sulking boyfriend. Yours had been dreadfully boring, or at least you say it had been, but you find a million different things to tell him. You’re too excited after having spent so many hours without him, like a dog with a wagging tail. You’ve got the zoomies of the mouth, if you could even call it that.

“—And then I saw the cutest dog on the way over here. His name was Cappy, and he was huge, and the owner was so nice. He even let me pet him, and he literally felt like a cloud— the dog, not the owner.”

Steve is used to this. The whole rambling about nothing thing. He loves it about you, actually. It took him ages to coax you out of that shell after your asshole ex told you that you talked too much, convinced you that no one cared about what you had to say.

You’re more comfortable now, and Steve loves that you are, but right now he just can’t concentrate.

Keith’s been on his ass about inventory all day, and he just learned how to do it on the old, bulky computer this morning — but only after Robin made him an hour late to his shift. Everything’s just too much now. He’s overwhelmed to the point of spontaneous combustion. 

For the first time ever, you’re not helping.

“—And, like, I know when we move into our apartment, we’re technically not allowed to have pets, but like… What about a fish? Or a turtle?” you wonder aloud but don’t stop to let him answer. Sitting on the edge of the counter, you kick your feet and flit your eyes to the spotted ceiling. “What if I start feeding the deer in the woods, and they just start showing up at our backdoor? ‘Cause technically—”

“Babe, please,” Steve snaps suddenly when your sneaker knocks his chair. He’s buzzing with anger, and even though it’s not because of you, he doesn’t know where else to put it.

Your eyes go wide at the newfound bite in his tone. He’s not shouting at you, but it makes your heart stop like he is. You feel like a kid again, getting scolded for being “too much.”

“…What?” you squeak.

Steve sighs. A deep, heavy sigh. It doesn’t remove the leaden weight from his chest, though. 

“I’m… I’m really trying to concentrate here, and you’re just— you’re making it really hard,” he tells you through gritted teeth, trying hard to keep his composure.

You deflate like a popped balloon. “Oh…”

He can hear the waver in your tone, the way your voice sounds wet with unshed tears. But he’s too overwhelmed — internally raging and selfish with it. His sweltering temper makes his woe feel more important than yours.

“Yeah, so… Can you just— go bother someone else for, like, five minutes?” he asks, fists clenched on either side of the clunky keyboard, his gaze concentrated on the pixelated screen. “Robin’s probably sulking in a corner somewhere. Go find her.”

Your face crumbles like a balled-up piece of paper. Your chest gets all tight, and your eyes start to burn when tears gather behind them.

You’d always been a flower of melodrama — blooming eternally and constantly sensitive. So when Steve cut you off as you fantasized about a family of deer living in the backyard of an apartment you were supposed to share together, it felt like a knife in your chest. 

The irrational thought that he no longer wanted any of that with you was fleeting and vivid and burning. Irrational, still.

But now you’re annoying him. He’s told you as much, with an unusual harshness he’s never spat at you before. And now your fears feel much more real.

“I’m bothering you?” you ask him, barely intelligible through the whimper in your throat.

Steve huffs again. His elbows thunk against the desk when he puts his head in his palms, swiping his fingers through his hair like he always does when he’s antsy. 

“I just really need to get this done,” he tells you, softer now. He makes himself mad all over again, though, and gets sharper once more. “I need to finish this before I get fired, and then we have no apartment to move into because we have no money, alright?”

There it is. The root of all his anger. A lingering feeling of inadequacy. 

He wants a life with you, but all he’s got is a measly Family Video salary — which he’s lucky to have apparently, because he can’t seem to do anything right. It stirs like a fire in the pit of his stomach.

After another deep breath, he finally turns to look up at you. His honey eyes are wet and stern. The chiseled edges of his features are sharp. Gently, he pleads. “I really need to work here, babe.”

You nod, understanding and internally weeping. “Okay. I’m— I’m sorry, I was just— I’ve been missing you all day, and I got too excited, I think,” you confess, wringing your clammy hands in your lap like a scolded child.

“Don’t apologize,” Steve says with a huff, leaning back against the squeaking swivel chair. It’s old and has lost all its cushion. His stiff back aches all the more. There’s no relief, to any of it. 

He sits back up again and puts his unsure hands back on the keyboard. “Just— Just go, okay? Let me finish this.”

He leaves little room for argument.

You wouldn’t, though, even if you wanted to. Which you do. You’re just not strong enough.

—————

Steve tells you to go, but you end up in the kiddie corner across the store. 

Mr. Rogers puts on a bright red cardigan and sings a tune that makes you feel like crying. You sit on the color-blocked carpet, surrounded by block toys, and clutch a stuffed bunny to your chest. You can’t tell if the vintage VHS is making the screen blurry or if it’s the tears gathering heavy at your waterline.

Robin walks by you, does a double-take, and immediately reports to Steve.

“What did you do?” she interrogates with narrowed eyes, strolling up to the counter with a cart full of tapes to put away.

The hearty tap, tap, taping of the keyboard fills the silence. 

Steve doesn’t look at her until he’s finished up the last of his work. Only when it’s fully and finally complete does his hardened gaze dart to her. “What are you talking about?”

“Your girlfriend. She’s upset.”

“What do you mean she’s upset?”

Robin rolls her eyes at his obliviousness. “I don’t know. She’s singing the Mister Roger’s theme song and, like, crying. It’s weird.”

Steve’s brows pinch. His heart does, too. “Crying?”

“Well— not crying, exactly. It’s this really weird blubbering thing.” She fails to explain it so she tries to imitate it. A sobbing, sniffling sort of noise. She fails at that, too. Her scrunched face goes back to normal. “Like that.”

Deadpanned, Steve nods. “Wow, Robin. That was really helpful. Thank you.”

“Just go comfort your girlfriend, dingus.”

Steve still thinks she’s joking. Robin doesn’t lie, but she does have a tendency to overemphasize the mundane. 

He goes to see you anyway, though, and doesn’t think twice about any of it — about what Robin said or what he had said to you before that.

He finds you in the kid’s section, in front of the tiny television, surrounded by brightly colored toys. He smiles at the sight of you, exhaling a sharp laugh through his nose.

“What are you doing all the way over here, huh?” he questions to announce his arrival, which you seemingly hadn’t noticed. “This area is usually for kids, ya know? Well, kids and Dustin Henderson.”

He doesn’t sound as annoyed with you anymore. You’re grateful for that much, but you still feel a bit sick about the whole thing.

Your nervous hands pick the cotton of the fuzzy bunny in your arms. You keep your gaze on the television in front of you, but you aren’t really watching it anymore. “I used to watch this stuff a lot growing up. The nostalgia sorta makes me wanna puke. But, like, in a good way.”

Steve scoffs. “Well, maybe we should turn it off then, ‘cause if I have to clean up vomit after the day I’ve had, I might actually go insane.”

He’s kidding. Mostly. The universe tends to be cruel like that, but he’d clean up all your messes a thousand times over if he had to.

He laughs at his own joke as he crouches to sit down next to you. He bends his knees, props his arms on top of them, and looks over at you. You don’t crack a smile for him, which is weird because you always laugh at his jokes. Even the ones that aren’t funny. Especially the ones that aren’t funny.

His smile ebbs to a wavering half-smirk as he knocks his shoulder with yours. “You okay?”

You think for a moment, jutting your lips out, unblinking at the television screen. “No,” you answer after a few seconds of silence. “But I’ll get over it. I think.”

Your honesty makes his heart wrench — like you’ve wrapped both your tiny hands around the beating organ and squeezed. It knocks the breath out of his lungs, a fish so ruthlessly pulled from the water. He tries to speak through the sudden lack of air. “Wh—What happened? Was it… Did I do something? Did you—”

“No,” you cut off his stammering with a firm shake of your head. “I did something.”

“Oh,” is all he says, pink lips pouting and wide eyes darting. “What does… What does that mean? Did you, like, step on a rogue VHS or something? ‘Cause I do that all the time, and technically, that’s Rob’s fault for leaving them out, so—”

You shake your head again, digging your nails into the delicate cotton of the well-loved stuffy in your arms. “No. I was just— I was botheringyou, and now I feel bad,” you confess, all quiet like a meek child who’s learning what it means to be sorry.

Steve — your oh, so oblivious one — goes aflame with embarrassment. He’d been too clouded by his own anger to recognize the venom spilling from his mouth; to understand that it would inevitably hurt you.

With chiseled features twisted in confusion, he shakes his head and stammers. “What? No! You weren’t— You weren’t bothering me!”

You turn to look at him, for the first time since he sat down beside you. Your eyes are glassy and swimming with hurt. You try to keep your trembling features stoic. You don’t want to seem as hurt by it all as you really are. 

You feel like you should, anyway. What right do you have to be sad when you were the one being a bother?

“You said I was,” you remind him, still soft but sterner now. “You told me to go bother someone else—”

“Oh, babe…” Steve says, deflating just as you had. 

He knows how sensitive you are, how deeply you feel things. You’re vulnerable, raw — it makes everything feel more personal than it really is. It makes grumpy jabs from your dumbass boyfriend hurt like a lemon on a weeping wound.

He tries to apologize, knowing that he hurt you and that it’s not up to him to decide that he didn’t. 

“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to, babe,” he murmurs, swiping a tense hand through his hair and then gesticulating wildly with it. “I was just being a dick, you know? I’ve been super stressed all day and—”

“Don’t apologize. I was being annoying.”

Steve blinks at you with wide, wet eyes — like you’ve hurt him by talking so cruelly about yourself. 

“Baby, no. No,” he urges, ducking down to meet your gaze when you look away from him. “I’m just an idiot, okay? I put off inventory until the last second, and Keith’s been on my ass all day about it, and I just— I took that out on you, and that’s not fair, and I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, pursing your bitten lips to the side and twisting the long ear of the bunny between your fingers. “It’s not your fault, Steve…” you murmur, almost inaudibly.

He scoffs. It sounds like a bitter laugh. “Well, actually, it kinda is.”

“I just… I don’t really understand what’s going on sometimes. Or, like, a lot of the time,” you admit with a distracted gaze, eyes flitting everywhere but to the boy beside you. You’re too ashamed to look at him now. “And it’s harder for me to know when I’m talking too much, you know? Or if I’m being super annoying.”

“I know…” Steve nods, trying his best to be sympathetic of you. He loves how soft you are — too much to understand you completely. He loves how gently you treat the rest of the world, how unusually giddy you get in your gentleness. 

You swallow through a tightening throat and shrug to pretend your world doesn’t feel like it’s crumbling around you. “And I don’t care about annoying other people— well, I do, but it’s different with you, you know? Other people can’t break up with me for being too much.”

“The idiot that told you you were too much had exactly zero personality,” Steve tells you, mostly because he means it but also to see you smile. 

You do, just barely. A grin so soft only someone deathly in love with you could see. 

“You’re never annoying me, okay? Ever. I love hearing you talk. I love having you around.”

“Yeah?” you ask him, blinking back burning tears.

“Hell yeah! You’re, like, the best part of my day! The only good part of my day, now that I think about it.”

Biting back a grin, you tease, “Well, what about Robin?”

“Robin made me late today, so we’re kinda not friends right now.”

“That’s mean,” you scold despite the growing smile on your face.

Steve shrugs. “We’ll make up before I clock out. No big deal.”

You go suddenly shy, smiling sheepish and tilting your chin to your chest to peek at him through your lashes. “Are we gonna make up before you clock out?” you wonder quietly.

“Only if you’re willing to forgive me for being an insufferable douchebag,” Steve answers, only half-joking. He very seldomly feels worthy of your softness.

You look at him with it, anyway. 

Full on beaming now, you reach across the short distance to wrap him in a firm embrace. The position is only slightly awkward. Sitting side by side with your asses on the hard carpet, your arms wound tightly around his neck — a bit like a snake smothering its prey. 

Steve feels grateful to be held so ardently. 

His nose smushes into your neck. The sweet scent of your perfume entwines with the warm scent of your sweater. He smiles into your shoulder when it makes you giggle. You pull back from him then, just to steal a quick peck a moment later. Your lips smack audibly against his grin.

“Can we make out before you clock out?” you lilt with a shy smirk.

“…That is the single best idea I’ve heard all day.”

Your giggle fills the empty store when Steve rises suddenly and pulls you with him. He leads you toward the back, tugging you by the hand down the short corridor and rambling all the way. “Keith left for the day, so his office is empty, which means it’s fair game—”

“I am not making out with you in Keith’s office!”

“But his desk chair is crazy comfortable, and also, he’s a dick, so… who cares?”

[mncxbe]

Sfw 8 + NSFW 12 + 17 with Denji

My babygirl deserves some love <3

the way i ate this up😳 the brainrot is brainrotting. collegeAU with Denji cuz I like to believe he'd be as much of a loser then♡ gaah i love him so much. also y/n is rich rich👀 for extra silly and damn this turned out way longer than i anticipated.

8– accidentally walking in on them while they're changing

12– catching them stealing your panties

17– they worship your body

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: alcohol cunsumption (reader is tipsy), cunnilingus, Denji being a perv, implied virginity loss, subby Denji

For your 19th birthday you decided to host the greatest party of the year and everyone in your grade was invited.

The penthouse your parents allowed you to live in during college was nicely decorated– black and white balloons and drizzle, flashy lights and speakers that started blaring loud music as soon as the sun set. Everyone was having a blast, downing glasses of neon colored punch and cheap beer, dancing and chatting in groups. Well, everyone except you. You were painfully bored.

When you threw the party of the year you didn't expect everyone to forget the purpose of the whole fucking event– celebrating your birthday.

You've been sitting all by yourself on the couch for the past half hour, sipping on a plastic cup of cocktail. Your gaze mused on the livingroom of your apartment, trying to find someone interesting to talk to. The only people who approached you were some guys from Arts who tried to chat you up, but they rambled on about some uninteresting exhibitions and you soon got bored and shunned them.

As you got up to refill your glass, you noticed someone slipping inside your bedroom. The fuck.. you thought, pushing past drunk people on your way towards your room. You swung the door open and saw a blond guy about your age standing in front of your dresser. When he heard you barge in he immediately slammed the drawer shut, his head snapping in your direction.

It was Denji. Just Denji.

Though you briefly interacted with the Denji, you knew him from highschool. He was the guy who used to let other students use him as a chair during breaks for some spare change. You remembered working on some group projects with him back then but you seldom saw him around campus now. He mostly kept to himself, so you were surprised too see him at your party in the first place— not to mention you certainly didn't expect to catch him going through your lingerie drawer. Still, maybe this wasn't such a bad thing...

"Well, well what do we have here?" you chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed.

"Y/N hi" he said nervously, tugging at the collar of his shirt "I was just um... looking for a place to change. Someone spilled some punch on my clothes"

You noticed the stain on his shirt and smiled, closing the door behind you. "And you thought you'd find a clean tshirt somewhere next to my panties?"

A blush crept on his face as he looked down at his shoes. "No, I mean I was just looking..." he fumbled "It's not like I was snooping around on purpose, i'm not that kind of guy" His voice was weak, half hearted as he looked around the room. At anything but you.

Swaying your hips, you closed the distance between you "So you're not some perv who's trying to steal my panties?" you asked and he shook his head. "N-no I'd never–"

"The show me your pockets"

Denji's face grew livid when he heard your command and you knew you had him. He was caught red handed and there wasn't much he could do about it. If he admitted maybe you'd at least allow him to stay at the party for a bit longer The boy couldn't bear to look you in the eyes as he reached a hand to the back pocket of his jeans and procured a pair of your lacy panties.

"Here, take them, but just know it's not what you think." It was cute that he still tried to find excuses for his actions and you blamed the alcohol for the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, you gazed up at him with droopy eyes.

All the while, Denji was getting more and more nervous. His palms were sweaty, heart hammering in his chest as he peered at you. God, you were so damn beautiful– Though he didn't admit it, Denji had a crush on you from the first moment he saw you. You were the pretties girl in school, which meant you were way out of his league. A goddess like you would never spare a moment of her time on someone like him, right? Well, his conviction was starting to crumble now that he saw the way you eyed him down with that taunting glint in your eyes.

"Ya know, Denji, I don't recall you giving me a gift or wishing me happy birthday. It's awfully rude of you." you slurred, tapping the floor with the tip of your heels.

His sorry excuses were half drowned by the blaring music in the other room. Your head was starting to get foggy from the alcohol, limbs growing heavier, as if an invisible weight was pulling you down against mattress. "Jee... quit the whining" you giggled, waving a dismissive hand in his direction "I'm not mad at you. However, I do think you need to make up for it."

"Y/N, I told you I'm in a tight spot with money this month, but I'll buy you something nice once I get my paycheck."

"I'm not talking about that" you deadpanned, a sly smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your gaze drifted down towards his belt and then back up to his face, taking in his frame. You couldn't deny he wasn't bad looking. Out of all the guys at the party, he seemed the best option for a casual hookup– not to mention he was already interested in you, so why not give it a try? With a motion of your finger, you beckoned him closer, pointing at the floor "Get on your knees."

Denji swallowed the lump in his throat and gathered the courage to step away from your dresser. With hesitant steps he covered the distance between the two of you and kneeled before you, his hands folded in his lap. His fists clenched and unclenched as he anxiously waited for your instructions.

To be frank, you never expected him to obey so you were quite taken aback by his attitude.

"You still let people order you around, Denji? How cute" you cooed, hooking your right leg over his shoulder and pulling him closer to the edge of the bed.

The blond tried his best not to peek under your skirt, his face turning red from embarrassment. He's never been so close to a girl before, let alone someone as beautiful as you and he was nervous. As if reading his mind you let out a low chuckle, hiking up your skirt.

"Come on, Denji, take off my panties. If you make me feel good I'll let you keep them."

By this point Denji was too far gone. Your silken voice put him under a spell and he eagerly pulled down your lingerie. A small moan slipped past his lips when he saw the string of arousal connecting your pussy to the silky fabric, his features melting into a pleading expression. He looked so needy, gazing at your bare cunt with those puppy eyes, his hands shaking lightly as he fully removed your panties and let them fall in his lap.

"There you go, Denji. Get a good look of it." you encouraged, running your fingers through his tangled hair to ease him into the new situation. You could tell it was his first time seeing a woman naked and didn't want to scare him off. So you took things slowly, waiting for him to get comfortable. Little did you know there was no need for that.

Denji was basically drooling over your pussy. He rested his head against your thigh, leaning into your touch as he spread your puffy folds with his thumb. His breath stuck in his throat when he noticed just how wet you were and it was all because of him. With shaky fingers, he collected the slick from your hole and spread it nicely along your clit, making you flinch.

"There?" he asked in a barely audible voice but you heard him nevertheless. "Y-yea, right there."

He slowly drew circles on your bud, making you writhe on the mattress and you spread your legs wider, shamelessly grinding on his hand. Sloppy movements over your clit had increased in intensity and you could feel the knot in your abdomen tighten with each swipe of his digits.

"Go on, baby, give it a taste" you said in a hushed voice and he immediately obliged. Hooking your other leg over his shoulder, Denji's hands gently massaged your thighs. He kissed his way up to your core, wet lips tracing the inside of your thighs, teeth nipping at your skin but not enough to leave marks.

He licked a stripe of your cunt from your hole to your clit, relishing the taste of your arousal. You were basically melting on his tongue and he was adamant to please you. As the grip on your thighs tightened, Denji collected some spit in his mouth and let the blob slide down your slit. He started eating you out slow, savouring the heat on his tongue but he soon increased the pace. It was clear that he had little idea of what he was doing– he was sloppy, messy, a mixture of slick and spit coating his chin as he lapped at your juices and you swore you got ten times wetter just by hearing him moan into your cunt.

His tongue flicked your clit so eagerly, lips wrapping around your bud, giving it an experimental suck. Your hips jolted up in pleasure but Denji quickly pulled you back on his face.

"Is it good?" he mumbled, pussy drunk eyes briefly meeting your as you nodded.

"Y-yea. You're so good Denji, gonna make me cum soon."

He mewled at your praise, his ministrations growing in intensity as heat pooled in your core. You were so close, choked moans spilling from your lips as your vision blurred. Denji made you feel so good you were starting to regret not paying more attention to him all those years back. He ate you out like it was his lifeline, hugging your thighs closer to his face to keep you from squirming too much. When you came you came hard, nails grazing his scalp as you pulled him closer to your cunt, grinding down on his face to ride out your high.

"Denji fuck—" you whined, arching your back off the mattress and he gently massaged the fat of your thighs and hips, his hands seeking your body you.

"I got you, just cum for me ok? Please feel good" he said softly, kissing your pussy and the inner side of your thighs before working his way up to your belly. He didn't dare go past the line of your dress, though all he wanted was to keep touching and kissing, to soak you up in all the love and affection he harbored for you during all these years.

When you looked down at him with those droopy, drunk-dazed eyes his heart sank, a soft smile etching onto his features.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a small voice as you pushed yourself up to sitting and held his face in your hands, leaning towards him. Denji's eyes rolled back into his skull as you kissed him, his lashes fluttering shut. You could taste yourself on his tongue along with the sweet punch he drank earlier that night. The kiss was heated and you pulled him on top of you, tugging at the wristband on his jeans.

"H-hey wait a minute I've never done this before" he tensed up but you shushed him with another needy kiss.

"Shit, I don't care if you're a virgin Denji I just need you so bad right now. Please" you huffed out and he felt his dick getting impossibly harder. He could almost cum in his pants at the sight of your pleading expression.

"Okay..." he whispered, hesitantly unbuckling his belt and you could tell he was nervous again. With sloppy movements he managed to allign himself to your entrance, shuffling around to make sure everything was alright, but just as he was about to push himself inside he perked up, patting your thigh. "Oh, Y/N I almost forgot."

"What?" you whined, grinding your needy pussy on his length. Why can't he just fuck you already?

The blond looked down at you with a lovesick smile, his eyes sparkling with adoration "I think I still haven't wished you happy birthday"

[cloveroctobers]

95 DEGREES — ARMANDO ARETAS x BLACK! Reader [Summer Randoms]

A/N: because y’all have been showing love on my first drop and I’ve been thinking about little moments with him since!!! *sings* I’m sprungggg! This was also Inspired by Rihanna acting accordingly on insta to this song towards A$AP 🤭

SYNOPSIS: you’re a content creator who’s on livestream during your vacation with your man. it’s summer time, you’re fine and think it’s cool to act up so Armando reminds you just exactly who he is.

WARNINGS: language, mentions of a character from: power ghost ;) just for a side of messiness, mentions of being in the itty bitty titty community, a little steamy moment somewhere, & me possibly or most likely butchering some Spanish!

<- read my previous anthology piece here.

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This Cuban heat made you feel like you were in hell to be honest. That’s why you alternated between jumping in the pool and lounging on the pool chairs but you can only do that for so long. Not according to Armando though, he had no issue catching a nap or three right underneath the sun but not without you spraying him down. You didn’t play with the sun and neither did that little sun spot that always appeared like the shape of an orange on your right shoulder every summer.

He started to doze off just by you rubbing the sunscreen into his glowing skin and the longer you stared at him, looking like that, you decided to leave him be before diving into your monthly read. After forty-five minutes of doing that you checked on Armando and got to snacking on the spread of fruit while enjoying some peach Bellini’s on the side.

This vacation was deeply needed so you understood how exhausted Armando tended to be, considering that he barely slept. When you weren’t around it took hearing your voice across the phone to help him find slumber. Now? Far away from Miami (by boat at least) and Mexico City, he had no problem catching a few Z’s knowing that you were not far from him.

So you being you, you had to entertain yourself by going to the side of the pool setting up your tripod and phone. You thought about sitting along the trimming but knew it would be too damn hot, so you moved up ahead to the patio to grab one of the bistro chairs from the checkered outdoor table.

Logging onto Instagram live, you patiently waited for some viewers to show up, greeting a few users that you interacted with before, a few internet friends, and others that also sent their greetings in. It’s easy work for you, chatting and seeing what everyone is up to. You answered a few questions about your channel, with the main one being: if there’s been any vlogging going on after revealing you’re on vacation but not where.

~ ctej01: i see armando don’t know what to do wit all that. No way you’re on vacation looking good af n bored. ijs ~

Which set the comments off after that messaged appeared. Of course your ex, Cane Tejada had to be in your live and in your business.

“Don’t you have some other hoes to fuck around with instead of worrying about how much I’m thriving with my man? You must miss me so bad. You’re so used to screwing things up that you don’t even know what the good life looks like, boy bye.” You clapped back, being aware that you should never give this cheater this much attention but you had a little time.

However you knew better than to go back and forth with Cane. He was good at getting a rise out of you and always wanted the last say.

And he could have that because once you said your peace, you started to pay him dust ignoring his laughing emojis and whatever else he decided to throw into the comments. You ended up only talking to the people that mattered and supported you, not some dude who only cared about getting off with other women who can never give him love past the physical. He didn’t respect you so you didn’t have to respect him. That relationship’s been dead for a solid year, maybe even close to two—if you kept track—and here comes this man always lurking. It only amplified once it was revealed that you were no longer in the streets.

Deciding that it was too quiet at the villa you minimized your live to head over to your fav music app, shuffling a random hot girl summer playlist and went back to your live. Scrapping the chair back after you heard that heavy Memphis accent, you already knew you were about to get in your zone regardless of who tried to ruin it.

“It’s 7pm, Friday. Happy Friday y’all!” You grinned after holding up your pointer and thumb.

You fanned yourself with a sway of your hips, “it’s 95 degrees, hoo!”

Unbeknownst to you, Armando had woken up from his third or fifth nap and had sat up looking for you after spotting your sarong abandoned on the chair next to him. It didn’t take him long to find you on your phone, telling no other than your obsessive ex off. There was no doubt in Armando’s mind that you could handle yourself but he was growing tired of that New York native’s game. Armando can only imagine how you felt, it was petty stuff at first—Cane was three years younger anyway so no shock there, leaving comments online like a punk before he even took it further to start leaving voicemails almost threatening that he would come out to Miami.

Armando of course didn’t take that lightly since a lot of his time was now dedicated to AMMO and he always prioritized your safety, doing his own research to find out exactly the kind of guy Cane Tejada is. The dark web provided everything Armando needed (he still had his own style whether the team liked it or not) and it’s not like Cane scared him or anything, it’s the fact that he thought he could continue to be disrespectful even with the relationship being tossed in the dumpster where it belonged.

Armando had plans for him but he just wanted to enjoy his vacation with you first.

“I ain’t got no ni—and no ni—ain’t got me!” You pounded on your chest, fixing the strap to your bikini afterwards just in case of spillage—although you were part of the itty bitty but still they were reserved goods.

You swiftly turned to the side for the next line, which Armando admired just how nice it sat even from a profile view, arms folded as you ran a hand along the side of the shape of your ass, “I’m bout to show my ass—

And with that, you watched in horror as your phone was smacked right across the trimming of the stone pool. The device skidded from your tripod before plunking right into the pool water. Your mouth dropped in shock as you slowly glanced over your shoulder just to feel Armando right behind you.

His husky and straight forward voice hit your ears as he said, “Hope that’s waterproof.”

Sucking your teeth, you turn to the man who meets your eyes, “excuse you?!”

He shrugs his shoulders, biting into a plum as he slowly scans his eyes over your melanin that contrasts over the yellow and green floral set you had on, “what?” He chewed, “Something wrong?”

“Not you trying to rain on my parade to be turnt up with my n-ggas and my bitches.” You placed your hands on your hips in annoyance.

Armando blinks, “you could do that without showing your ass to Cane.”

You tilted your head to the side at this.

Armando was hardly the jealous type, he didn’t care much for anyone having their eyes on you because they should admire you but it was once they started being vocal or even trying to touch you that he had a problem with. Your ex was sitting behind a screen and Armando knew that if Cane really wanted to—if he wasn’t too caught up in his mommy’s business, he could pull up.

And Armando had something for his ass.

“I don’t give a shit about him.”

You’ve done everything by kicking him out of the life and blocking him along with future accounts but with a guy like him? He always found ways around any blockage.

“I know.” Armando kept his usual leveled tone as he held your stare while you molded your lips into your mouth, scratching at your second protective style for the season in confusion.

Clasping your hands together you exhaled, “then what the hell was that?”

Armando finished his plum, licking at his fingers and then his lips before he sat the remains on a table near by. When he turns back to you, he makes a show of getting up close and personal. Lightly gripping your forearms, the pad of his fingertips gently running over your famous sunspot, he flicks his eyes to yours.

“A what don’t got you?” He questioned.

Oh here we go.

You try not to roll your eyes but you’re oh so tempted, “it’s a song and it’s summer! Let me live.”

“And you can do that but not screaming that with your whole chest to viewers.” Armando debates.

Scoffing your reply, “I didn’t see you complaining so much when we were crip walking to ‘not like us,’ the first day we got here.”

Armando pauses, “…that was different.”

“How?”

He doesn’t want to argue, so his hands just slide down to the sides of your ass. With his right hand his pats one side demanding, “jump.”

“No.”

Armando raises his brows and huffs, “okay.” And takes it upon himself to bend and lift you right over his shoulder.

Yelping you quickly find something on his frame to hold onto as he starts walking, “Arman!” You scream just as he jumps into the pool with you in his arms.

When you both resurface, you flick water right at Arman who is smirking while floating towards you. “I told you to jump but since you want to be difficult, i did the honors.”

“Of what? Getting on my nerves?” You start swimming towards one of the edges where’s there’s seating and Armando doesn’t hesitate to follow you.

He snakes a hand across your waist, turning you to face him. His eyes scan all over your face, a faint dimple still playing on one side of his cheek as he soaks in your annoyance. Gently he’s pushing you elsewhere from the seating of the pool and to the wall.

Armando pressed his forehead against yours, “i thought you wanted to play since you were just doing that on Instagram. So how about i give you something to play with?”

“What—

His lips are smashed right to yours, his facial hair tickling against your chin. His kisses burn against your lips as he moves with speed, hands on your hips and your body doesn’t need to fight against your brain to understand what’s happening. Your legs wrap against his hips and your chest to chest with the possibility of your necklaces getting tangled but there’s no one else the both of you wanted to be close to in this moment.

Your nails are scratching along the shortened hair at the back but he knows you’ll be gripping the top once he’s inside. Normally his kisses are soft yet tender while his hands are rough and calculated but right now? Everything is scorching from the weather to simply Armando’s body heat. His ego doesn’t want to give you time to breathe but out of the decency of his heart he does yet that’s no relief because his fingers are at work now.

“Damn mami, I don’t even have to warm you up do I?” He quizzes with a glance downwards.

The pool wall is scratching against your back, the curling of his pointer and the pressing of his thumb that’s just a little higher is dirty work and he knows it. You don’t have time for his shit talking because you’re yanking him by the neck to shut him right up. He matches your speed with no hesitation tasting sweet like plums and mint, your tongues doing just the perfect dance against the Cuban heat. He grunts when you catch him off guard, getting your own feel in his swim trunks.

He pulls back with a pop of your lips, his own movements faltering for a second as you only caress but even that is just right. He pulls his fingers away and place them right at your lips, silently commanding what to do. And so you do, tongue running along the length before sucking, holding Armando’s dilated stare while gripping harder.

“Sweeter than plums, huh?” He asks, his other hand cupping the side of your face.

You hum, ready to slip a hand inside but his smacks your hand away from his waistband. He does the honors of pulling his trunks down just enough and once he gets his other hand back from your lips, his hands are hot on your hips as he lifts you up higher before pushing your own suit to the side to settle right where he belongs.

The moans that echoes through the both of your lips is music to your ears. Armando always gives it time, still in amazement of how you were made to feel around him. He’s panting as he brings his attention back to you but your eyes are closed, also trying to savor him.

“Eyes on me, mami.” He tells you lightly tapping the side of your jaw, “you good?”

You nod before your eyes open to meet his and you match his smirk or freak or whatever. And when he begins to move against you, stretching you so nicely, you have no choice but to bite down on his shoulder (to not scare the birds of course!) so you can recreate a similar spot on your own.

Half lidded you’re lounging on the bed in a robe, your eyes widen as knees knock against the side of the mattress. You lean back against your hand, peering up at Armando that’s softly grinning down at you. He holds out your chipped phone to you and says, “I got you and apparently…you got me too.”

He moves the material to peek at the teeth marks at the top of his own shoulder.

“Shut up,” you croak while Armando laughs bending down to place a chaste kiss to your brow before he crawls over to the back of you.

He loops a hand around you, pulling you right to his chest in a matching robe, letting you get your rest this time.

After at least two minutes passed you awake with a snore, making Armando crane his neck to look at down at you. You snuggle against his chest and whisper, “can you order some garlic parm nugs for later?”

Armando chest jumps with light laughter as he squeezes your shoulder, “yeah baby, whatever you want. It’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Kay,” you sigh, “l love you.”

Armando quirks up a small smile as he gently rubs your back soothingly, “Te quiero con todo mi corazón.”

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Continue with my anthology summer writings & prompts here.

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ MINE TO SHARE: SHANKS (+???)

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "You were Shanks's the moment he laid his eyes on you. But sometimes he needs to remind you that you being his means he can do whatever he wants with you."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : AMAB! READER, CIS MALE! READER, MALE READER! SMUT! MLM, HOMO SEX (I laugh at this) GAY SEX (laugh again), DUB-CON, NON-CONSENSUAL EXHIBITIONISM (Shanks shows the reader sexy photos without him knowing, the reader is watched during sex without being asked) in this story the reader LIKES all the things that are did with him, even the exhibitionism, if you have any trauma or trigger with that don't read. ASSHOLE BOSS (NOT SHANKS) just a mention of a former idiotic boss, hidden romantic relationships, unlabeled relationship, relationship between boss and employee

꒰ CONTAINS ꒱ : Shanks is mean and soft at the same time but probably more mean, Benn and all of Shanks' friends know you two are fucking, you might want to fuck his friends too, office sex, risk of getting caught, getting caught, makeshift handcuffs and a lot of dirty talk.

꒰ WC ꒱ : 2,3k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : lol o only notice how much warnings I always put, I just want to put everything that can make someone uncomfortable because I hate read a fic when they don't put warning in something and that's get me triggered. Okay so, PLEASE IF YOU ARE A WOMEN DON'T REALLY READ THIS, IT'S NOT ONLY INTERACT DON'T READ, IF I SEE ANY FEM BLOG IN THIS STORY I GONNA BLOCK YOU AND IM SERIOUS

You didn't remember exactly how you got there. Sitting on your boss's lap with his dick so deep in your ass you could feel it reaching your throat. Shanks' hands grabbed your ass hard, squeezing and slapping so hard that made you jump in fright. He used all his strength and the advantage of his size to guide you bouncing on his huge cock, your legs were already wobbly and shaking so all you could do was accept him using you like a toy and fucking you nonstop.

Every time Shanks fucked you he had a different rhythm, which was always decided by his mood that day. Today you weren't sure what the redhead's mood was, but he fucked you with deep and strong thrusts that made you roll your eyes and tremble with each blow, he hit your prostate so accurately and filled your insides so perfectly that you genuinely wondered how you was able to cumming with other partners before Shanks. It seemed impossible for someone to be able to give you pleasure like him.

Of course you were also a mess, thanks to that, you had your head thrown back moaning his name or resting on his shoulder or forehead, moaning breathlessly and begging softly for more. Your hands were dug into his shoulder, scratching so hard that even without big nails you knew there would be marks left for a few days, your head was already hurting and there was a little drool running down the corner of your lips... You looked pathetic, but in the end you liked being humiliated and Shanks liked humiliating you, it was the perfect combination.

You had only entered Shanks' office to give him some reports for the week, he was in his chair with his back to the door facing the huge glass wall that gave him a view of the entire city, advantages of being extremely rich and being able to work on the highest floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city. He was strangely silent and all he asked of you was to come over and deliver the reports... Of course, most of his visits to Shanks' office didn't just end with a conversation between boss and employee.

The truth is that your relationship with the redhead has always been… complicated. It all started when you saw him in person for the first time at a meeting between several city executives disguised as a gala party, at that time you were just an apprentice following your boss and his main secretary like a scared puppy. Your boss was terrible and liked to torture all his employees with the excuse of being an iron training that only the best went through, but he hid this from the spotlight and loved to brag as a boss that no job would leave, taking pride in his loyalty of each of its employees.

Shanks, as always, was a brat at these parties, his social reputation was one of the worst but everyone pretended not to know given how incredible his business empire was, even though he was known for scandals and even visits to countless police stations, the redhead was treated like an angel by everyone the other businessmen who pretended not to know anything about his antics. For some reason you caught his attention, throughout the party where you basically served as a personal waiter for your boss, you felt Shanks staring at you with a predatory gaze ready to grab his prey and run away.

You were still very insecure at that time, you had just left college and your career wasn't going exactly as you planned, maybe that's why you avoided his gaze so much at the beginning. When your boss and Shanks finally spoke, the redhead made no attempt to hide that he was paying attention solely to you and not the ugly old man who was desperate for a business deal. This obviously infuriated his boss who spilled wine on his clothes claiming to have been an oversight. When you kindly excused yourself to go to the bathroom to resolve the situation your boss's secretary simply whispered that you didn't need to go back to the party, when you looked at him confused he just rolled his eyes and said gruffly “you're out”.

This made you swallow deeply and run to the bathroom, you already had a terrible job even if it was in a renowned place and now you had been fired for attracting the attention of a billionaire who you never even dreamed of being in the same room with?! All you could do was rub your wine-stained shirt as you cried and cursed to the tenth generation of your stupid boss and anyone who worked for him. While you were lost in your own world you were unable to notice Shanks entering the bathroom and looking at you with concern.

That night many things happened, you were fired, humiliated, you received a job offer from Shanks who had one of the most successful industries in the country and you also received a small hope that your professional future could work out. The months went by and at some point you and Shanks were already in this arrangement, you weren't even close to being boyfriends, even though he had never had another partner and even though he had never forbidden you from having one, he hated seeing you with anyone else other than him. Your friends joked that Shanks was your sugar daddy since he always gave you money and gifts, but since he never asked for anything in return, not even sex, it didn't seem like the label for you either.

You were something, besides of course friends, but you weren't very determined to find out. You were afraid of falling in love only to find out that Shanks only saw you as a fuck buddy or worse, finding out that Shanks was in love and you only saw him as a fuck buddy! You had sleepless nights thinking about it but little by little you simply gave up making everything difficult. You loved fucking Shanks and Shanks loved fucking you, there was no reason to try to put feelings in or out of this arrangement, as long as it worked for both of you then it was perfect.

Shanks continued fucking you while you faced the office door with your head resting on his shoulder, you lowered your claws to his arm and continued holding him as if you were going to die without his support. He whispered praises and curses every time you leaned into his lap and made his cock all the way inside you, your own cock was twitching on your stomach, your pants were thrown somewhere and your white shirt was open so at least you wouldn't get your clothes dirty. You needed to come so badly, but Shanks' slow pace didn't give you enough stimulation, if he just let you masturbate you could have gotten there, but he liked torturing you.

“Shanks! Please! I! Oh! Shit!" You moaned choppy, disjointed words as you tried to increase your speed, but Shanks' strong hands kept you right where he wanted you.

“Huh? I didn't hear you boy, say it again” He said breathlessly and gave a light bite to your exposed neck “Say how you want my dick to make you see stars, say how you want to be my good boy and cum so much you'll get dirty both of us, tell me” the redhead’s dirty talk always made your belly twitch and your dick leak more, you were losing control and he was loving taking advantage of it.

“Oh! Shanks! Please! I need… Fuck! Faster!" You moaned louder as you felt him slowly increasing his speed, you were ready to beg again when you heard some knocks on the door and Shanks' electronic warning ringing, alerting you that there was someone at the door wanting a meeting with him. “S-Shanks! Stop! There is somebody!"

You tried to get off of him and give him a few pats so he would get the hint and at least he would give you the chance to hide in the bathroom instead of getting caught by someone while fucking your boss. But Shanks didn't seem to care, he quickly turned the chair, turning towards the door and leaving you facing the glass wall, and instead of slowing down or even letting you go, he simply gave your ass a hard slap as he started thrusting into you like the world was ending. He was moving in and out so fast that you became unable to speak, only letting out desperate screams and moans at the sudden increase in stimulation.

“Shit… Don’t squeeze me so much boy… Come in! Come in quickly Benn, I'm kinda busy” He shouted the last part and you tried again to fight Shanks, only to receive an annoyed growl from him as he took off his own tie and used it to tie your wrists behind your back in a clumsy and quick way, but still firm enough for you to be unable to escape. “Stop running away you brat! You came here to get fucked in my office and now you don’t want anyone to see you?” He smiled mischievously when he saw your embarrassed face and the tears of humiliation that were about to fall.

"Stop!" You sniffled at him and hid your face in his neck, you heard the door opening and you knew that soon Benn, the vice CEO and someone who had as much power as Shanks, would be able to see you bouncing on the redhead's dick like a real whore.

"To stop? But I feel you clenching around my cock…” he chuckled at you and stroked your back gently “You're acting like you hate this… But I see how you look at my men, you perverted boy, I'm sure you'd love it getting fucked by all of us at the same time, right? After all, all that’s going on in that stupid little head of yours is being filled with cock in all your holes, right?” He laughed teasingly and when you just whimpered without responding he finally seemed to get angry, so he grabbed your penis tightly, squeezing its sensitive head. “I asked a fucking question.”

You just screamed, feeling the ecstasy overwhelm you to the point where your vision went black and you felt your whole body go limp, you had just cum in Shanks' hand just from his dirty words and tight grip on his sensitive and neglected dick. You fell against him crying and panting, your dick trembled as it continued to leak some more cum, Shanks simply laughed and stopped fucking you, letting you calm down slowly.

“Did you see that Benn? He simply came when I accused him of wanting to be fucked by all of us” Shanks laughed at that as if it were a joke and you almost forgot that the other man had entered the room, but now you could smell his cigarette and his malicious laugh.

“S-Shanks…” you begged whimpering as you tried to hide against his body, you had no idea what you were asking for, but it was clear that Shanks always knew you and your body much better than you knew yourself.

“Hmmm… I would even let it go this time, but you hid this beautiful spectacle of you cumming, didn’t you feel sorry for Benn? He came here and missed the entire show…” he said a little more gently as he rubbed his nose against your hair “Now I can’t just let you go and leave my friend empty handed… Besides, you didn’t even make me cum… No, No, you were really a bad boy…”

You no longer had the strength to argue or fight against the redhead, he quickly grabbed you and turned you around to face Benn. Now you were a complete and pathetic exposure, Shanks' cock was still thrusting deep into you, your own cock was a little soft, already extremely tired after having an intense orgasm, your abdomen was dirty with your cum and your entire body was dripping with sweat. You had a tired and cloudy look, a face that was drunk but kept begging for more and more.

Shanks smiled and grabbed your face with his hand, squeezing your cheek as he whispered in your ear “Open that mouth wide and stick your tongue out my boy… Give them a good look” you did as he said as he was squeezing her cheeks and forcing your mouth open. You hadn't understood what he was planning, your head too tired and confused to try and guess the man's plans.

It was only when you heard the click and flash of your cell phone that you realized, Benn was in front of you with his own cell phone and had just taken a picture of you practically naked being fucked on your boss's lap. The damage and scandals that a photo like that could cause made you feel sick, but luckily Benn's mischievous smile and his hard penis over his dress pants indicated that his goal wasn't to destroy your life.

“How was it?” Shanks asked the gray-haired man playfully.

“Perfect, you weren't lying when you said that his face when he cum was perfect… Huh, Hongo is going to love this…” He quickly placed his cell phone on Shanks' desk and approached you.

“Now… My brat” Shanks kissed your cheek and smiled against you making your whole body shiver “Why don’t I show you that you belong to me completely to the point where I can do whatever I want with you?” He offered with a smile, “And by ‘whatever you want’ I obviously mean sharing… After all, you’re a good pet and you’re not going to let Benn go so hard, are you?”

You didn't need to answer for the two older men to start smiling, everyone knew you never refused an order from Shanks.

[indyanapolis898]

Mastermind

Peter Parker x f!reader

Synopsis: Peter has a crush on you from afar. One day you ask him to tutor you and things go from there.

Note: This really doesn't follow any specific canon from the movies.

"You know staring at Y/N won't make her like you."

Peter's head shot up at the sound of a voice behind him, that of MJ's. 

"W-what are you talking about?" Peter chuckled awkwardly, doing a horrible job of lying. 

"Me and Ned notice how much you watch Y/N. You always bring up any interaction you two have- and so much more! You like her. Just admit it, nerd," MJ explained amid the noisy school cafeteria. 

"So what if I do?" Peter shrugged as MJ sat next to him. 

"You should make a move- oh wait- you're too scared," MJ said with a sly smirk, begging him to fight back, which he did. 

"Nervous? I'm an Avenger! I don't get nervous!" Peter hissed.

"Then go talk to her, Avenger" MJ shrugged like it was the only obvious option.

"Well- I- I just don't want her to think I'm weird."

"Well, then you're out of luck in that regard," she joked dryly. "You two used to be close. Why can't you spark up a conversation about, like, the past?" 

"'Cause it's random, and also, we were friends in middle school! That was a while ago, MJ!"

"OK, Parker, I give up. Enjoy your futile people-watching."

Peter watched as MJ walked away to the lunch line. She wasn't wrong. He was too scared to even consider being near Y/N. 

The boy sighed, going back to eating his lunch after you left the room. 

___

"Alrighty!" Mr. Harrington clapped his hands together. "We have a new member for this semester's Academic Decathlon!"

The club whispered among themselves in anticipation of who it could be. Peter glanced up from his book when, of course, you entered the classroom with a new copy of the textbook. 

"I'm sure you all know Y/N, so welcome her into the club and help her get acquainted with the material for today's practice."

You smiled shyly at the group, waving and going to take a seat in the open chair next to Flash.

Peter silently groaned, letting his head fall onto the desk. Of course, it was you, and of course, you had to sit next to Flash. Flash had an obvious crush on you as well. 

"Peter. Wanna start off today's practice?" Mr. Harrington asked, staring directly at Peter as he lifted his head off his desk. Everyone was looking at him.

Peter sighed, standing up with his textbook to go to the podium to call the questions. 

The first round went by fast. You answered three times, getting all answers right. Peter could feel himself smile every time you rang the bell. 

Peter tried his best to compliment you when you answered during the second round. 

At one point, Peter asked a question the Flash rang in for. Peter watched as the boy mouthed to you: watch this. 

Flash got the question wrong, making you slightly giggle. Peter chucked, as did the rest of the class, at Flash's misplaced confidence. However, Peter wasn't laughing at Flash this time- he was laughing because you laughed. Peter wanted to cling on to any bit of you he could. He was glad Flash's terrible attempt to show off failed. 

After a few more rounds, Peter traded off with another student. Peter didn't want to be like Flash and do a flashy show-off of his skills, but he did want to impress you. 

Peter heard the first question- ringing in as soon as he could. He wasn't confident with his odds but gave a shaky answer, which was revealed to be correct. 

Peter smiled slightly. When he glanced to the left, you were smiling at him, presumably because he aced the question. He smiled back at you, hoping this was some sort of connection. You were noticing him!

If that was what it took, he could do it. Peter answered every question he could, getting almost all right. He got a thumbs-up from you once after a question!

___

After practice ended, he was packing his bag to leave when you approached him. Peter felt his heart speeding up dramatically.

"Hey, Peter. Love the jacket," you started things off, making Peter smile and examine his jacket, vowing to wear it more often. 

"Thank you. I... like your shirt. Um- you did good on your first day," Peter gave a tightlipped smile, trying to act normal. 

"Thanks, but you were on fire! Like seriously, some of those questions were insane," you gushed, grinning the whole time.

"Oh, wow, uh, thank you!" Peter stuttered out, causing you to giggle. "You gave great answers, too!" He rushed to follow up.

"Yeah, about that... those were the bare minimum. I joined this club to help raise my grades. Clearly you know your stuff, so... I have the biggest favor to ask."

Peter raised his brows. "Uh, yeah, what's that?"

"So, it's OK if you say no because it's so random, but could you tutor me in some of the subjects covered here? I could really use the help, but again it's OK if y-"

"I'll do it," Peter agreed quickly, blushing at how eager he sounded. You grinned largely. 

"Seriously? 'Cause I could pay you if that's necessary." 

"Y/N, you don't have to pay anything. Honestly, I mean, it's the least I can do for the girl who defended me from Jose in 8th grade," Peter recalled a memory from their past, mentally punching himself for saying something that most likely meant nothing to her.

"You still remember that? Wow, I didn't know I could even make an impact like that," you said, surprised in a good way.

Peter decided to roll with it. "Uh, yeah, I mean, Jose was a jerk, so I was just glad someone stood up for me. So, uh, yeah," Peter awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Anytime. But yeah, thank you so much for agreeing. When are you free to go over the material?"

Peter supposed one evening without Spider-Man wouldn't hurt. "Tonight," he said right away. "Um, like five?"

"Can do. At the library?"

"Absolutely."

"See you then, Peter. Thanks again," you waved at him as you left the class to go to your next. 

___

"So, you're telling me that all you had to do was be nerdy, and she just came up to you?" MJ recounted Peter's story in a tone laced with disbelief.

"Yes! Seriously. If you didn't have to miss today's practice for your re-do test, you would've seen it! So, believe it or not, I've gotta get to the library soon and tutor Y/N," Peter said cockily, standing up from the barstool at the cafe MJ part-timed at. 

MJ just rolled her eyes but gave a genuine smile. "Good luck. Don't screw it up."

"Thanks? I'll try not to."

With that, Peter slung his bag onto his back and left the shop, library-bound. 

___

The library wasn't awfully busy that weekday, making it easy to find a table in a corner. Peter laid his books and notebooks out, realizing you wouldn't know where he was, nor did he have your number to text you. 

Everything worked out, however, when you wandered into the back section he was sitting, looking lost. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, making Peter's stomach churn in a good way.

You walked with a purpose over to the table, sitting your stuff down. "I was looking all over for you," you grinned, not meaning it in a guilt-tripping way. 

Peter realized he actually had to reply instead of staying in a daydream. "Oh- yeah. I sat here and realized you might not be able to find me, but luckily you did."

"Yeah, it only took like, seven different aisles," you laughed before opening your notebook.

Peter couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if he just loved the sound of your laugh, but his heart raced. 

"So, I was thinking... we could piggyback off what we did in practice today?"

"Sounds good. I'm sure whatever I learn will be good when you're teaching it," you said, laying your chin on the palm of your hand. 

Peter could feel his face heat up. He ducked his head down to the textbook and chuckled. "Yeah... I- uh- just start in on page five right here."

For thirty minutes, Peter was able to impart some knowledge your way. After you two finished a chapter, you turned to Peter with a closed-mouth smile. "This has been really helpful, thank you."

Peter frowned. "You're done?"

You continued smiling. "Just for today, yeah. But I'm really hungry... do you wanna get something to eat?"

Peter perked up at the invitation to continue spending time together. "Yeah, I'd love to!" He said very excitedly, to which you just giggled. 

"OK, c'mon. I'll show you this really good Thai place I like down the block."

You and Peter collected your things, exiting the library together to walk down the sidewalk to the restaurant of choice.

"So, you had that Stark Internship, right?"

"Yeah- still do, actually. I'm still just the young guy, though."

"Hey, they'll realize what a dedicated worker you are, and when they do, they'll have to give you more opportunities."

"You think so?"

"You seem like you have a great work ethic, Peter, so yeah, I do think so."

Peter just grinned, looking down at the sidewalk. You were making him nervous.

___

The restaurant you two entered was moderately nice for a casual New York City restaurant. 

You both ordered at the counter and then sat at an empty table.

Peter wanted to try and flirt, but he knew he'd be super awkward and make things weird. Nevertheless, he still attempted to gain your favor.

"You caught on really fast with the Academic stuff. It was like you already knew it! So, I guess you're a natural."

You looked away and grinned. "Thank you. I- um- guess I just needed a few reminders, is all."

Peter cocked a brow, but their food was placed in front of them at that moment. The two ate, sharing conversation about middle school and how annoying some of their classes were now. 

Somehow, the topic got moved on to Flash. 

"You know Flash has a thing for you," Peter decided to throw bait into the water as the pair left the restaurant, being that they had finished their food.

You furrowed your brows. "Yeah, I know. We actually have two classes together- three counting Decathalon now. He hits on me every day. It gets tiring really fast."

"What?" Peter exclaimed in fake shock. "You don't appreciate all his futile attempts to be a womanizer?"

You laughed and shook your head. "Crazy, right? I might be the only one who doesn't. I just- I just already have my eyes on someone else."

"Oh," Peter mumbled aloud, regretting how disappointed he sounded. "Um... is it weird to ask-"

"Who it is?" you cut him off. "Yeah, I was hoping you would've guessed by now," you stopped walking, Peter doing the same, peering at you with confusion. 

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be invasive. I-"

"It's you, Peter. I've been trying to flirt with you and give you hints, hoping you'd make a move," you chuckled to fill the air.

"Oh... Oh!" Peter put a hand to his chest. "You," he pointed at you, then back at himself. "Like me?"

"Yes!" You desperately hoped he felt the same.

"I- woah. I really like you too, Y/N," Peter sputtered out.

"Really? Because I was starting to think my plan failed."

"Plan?"

"You said it yourself in the restaurant... I already knew that stuff we were learning. I don't need tutoring. I just decided to ask you so... I dunno," you looked away embarrassed. "So we could do something outside of school."

When you looked back up, Peter was grinning widely. "You made a plan just to be with me?" 

You nodded. 

"That's- wow. I was trying to drop hints all day too, but I suck at anything flirting-wise. I was just excited you kept asking to do stuff, but you planned this all along. You made the dominoes fall until we were here."

"I didn't know this would be how I confessed, but yeah. I don't need tutoring when I'm the mastermind," you joked and shrugged.

"Maybe it's my turn to do something..." Peter looked into your eyes, searching your face. "Can I kiss you?"

You leaned in, letting that be your answer. His lips met yours as you two kissed in the darkening evening. The cool Queens air hit the side of your face as you pulled away, catching your breath. 

"Was that good? Because I'm definitely not an expert."

You just giggled. "Yes, it was great, Peter."

"Can I walk you home?" Peter pursed his lips, waiting for an answer.

You nodded and thanked him graciously with another kiss. With that, you two set off toward your apartment as the street lights flickered on in the chilled air.

___

"...And then we kissed. Boom! In your face!"

MJ rolled her eyes and laughed while Ned clapped Peter on the back.

"Dude! You got a girlfriend!"

Peter chuckled at Ned's enthusiasm. Peter's phone dinged at that moment. It was a text from you. 

"Gotta go, guys. Peter has a second date today with Y/N."

"Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?" 

"Yep, deal with it!" Peter called, already out the door of the cafe. 

___

You were waiting at the subway station. Peter jogged down the stairs, joining you to enter the train and go ice skating. 

You reached your hand out, Peter taking it as you two entered the train. 

It was only the second date, but you knew Peter was going to make you happy. You simply looked up at Peter, smiling, which he returned with his signature grin.

The train's doors shut, and you two were carried away down the tracks, ready for what was to come. 

[sunshinereddie]

credit to @gloomy-prince for indulging in this hc with me but im imagining a little while after famous comedian richie tozier randomly went MIA for a few weeks, then returned to social media with an announcement of his new boyfriend, that richie begins doing livestreams on instagram.

he mostly starts doing it to promote his new show and upcoming tour, he'll answer questions and tell stories- and it's during these livestreams that his fans begin to learn more and more about eddie kaspbrak, richie's new boyfriend.

the first time eddie made an appearance was accidental- richie was in the middle of talking about his long day on set, when the door behind him opened and a man walked into the room, looking down at his phone as he asked, "richie, have you seen my-" before the man looked up and noticed that richie was streaming. he begins to apologize, and starts backing out of the room, but richie stops him, wheeling back in his chair and grabbing the man's arm, pulling him close to the camera and announcing to his followers, "everyone say hi to my boyfriend!!!"

after that, eddie starts to make regular appearances on richie's livestreams. sometimes eddie will just pop his head in to say hello, sometimes he'll sit with richie and answer a few questions, sometimes he'll just be in the background of the video doing his own thing. but there is one thing that is consistent with every livestream- and it's that richie's fans adore eddie. richie gets hundreds of dms asking him to livestream with eddie again, eddie's instagram account goes from having 17 followers to 20k, and whenever eddie makes an appearance on the livestreams, the viewer count always seems to go up.

but it doesn't stop there. now that eddie has a small following of his own (for a reason that eddie cannot fathom), his followers start asking him, "hey we love you on richie's livestreams, you should also do livestreams!!" and of course eddie is confused he's like "guys, i appreciate the support, but what on earth would i livestream about. my life is not that exciting." but his fans don't care. and so, that's when eddie kaspbrak does his first livestream: a 3 hour stream of him sitting at the desk in his home office, typing away at his computer and drinking coffee, in complete silence other than the sounds of his keyboard. he doesn't interact with the chat, he doesn't even look at the camera the entire time....... but his followers seem to love it.

and so, eddie continues. he mostly does streams of him working- now that he's working from home while recovering from his derry 2.0 injury, he spends most of his days at his desk, typing away on his computer. but sometimes he'll stream other things, like when he's putting away dishes or cleaning the house....... and that's how eddie kaspbrak accidentally becomes an asmr/relaxing video livestreamer.

all of his fans love this for him. and while he started off with a majority of his followers being richie's fans, it's not long before eddie gains some followers of his own, who are following him solely for his content. he even has some fans of his own who love his boyfriend, and get excited every time richie makes an appearance on stream.

and now that both richie and eddie have their own little niche followings on the internet, it's quite amusing for the both of them to watch their followers' reaction every time they post about each other on social media. you've got eddie's fans who are surprised to learn that this random asmr livestreamer is dating celebrity comedian richie tozier, and on the other hand you've got richie's fans who are surprised to learn that richie tozier is dating that popular asmr youtuber.

[pray4saint]

Can I please have a tall latte with a dash of cinnamon with a cupcake and fortune cookie on the side? Thankyou

For the 100 follower celebration (congrats)

guest of honour

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. streamer!reader. ted nivison x reader. jschlatt x reader. mentions of alcohol, bongs, vapes and implied mention of weed.

a/n. tysm! here's your order anon :] (i did do these separately but if you wanted them together you can send another request! also i picked the prompts since you didn't add one)

prompts: ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” / ”that could be us.” ”that is us.” / ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you..” / ”my kiss?” ”right, sorry.”

ted

your fans knew you had a boyfriend, they knew he was also in content creation, they knew you loved him, and they knew he was always texting you during your streams. since he'd always been faceless, voiceless, and nameless, it was a shock for the viewers to see the door open and someone walk in, head cut off by the camera placement.

it was planned, to a degree.. you knew ted would show up on your stream, in your office but you didn't know when, and that's what made it fun. ”oh my god, hey babe!” you spun in your chair and got up to hug him, the height difference clear to all. and now your fans knew he was tall too. before you were able to get back to your seat, ted pulled you back to him. ”excuse me? sweetheart my kiss?” you smiled and got up on your tippy toes, ”right, sorry about that.” hands flat on his chest when you kissed him.

you walked back over to your desk to see how the viewers were taking the small interaction, and from how you were positioned leaning over your desk, ted was able to pad over next to you, still out of view of the camera. when you realised how close he was you pulled a chair away from the all beside yours and you sat down. ”oh chat did i mention my boyfriend was joining today?” you gave the camera a cheeky smile, watching as chat was still trying to put the voice to a face.

ted leaned down into frame before he sat down, smiling at the camera with a wave. the moment he sat down, he started a bit. ”do you have audio listeners?”

”no.”

”what a shame.” you rolled your eyes at him before pulling yourself towards the desk to move apps across your monitors. ”shit, almost..” your voice trailed off, neither ted nor your stream heard what you said and while it's easy to ignore chat's pleas, it's a little harder when it's your boyfriend. ”what was that angel?” you hum at him, question in the sound. ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you.”

this wasn't a bit, but it sure as hell was clipped a ton. ”i said,” you began, voice louder than it was most of the time. ”'shit, i almost leaked our discord dms.', happy?”

”very.”

schlatt

your boyfriend's fanbase knew of you, but they didn't know anything about you aside from that schlatt loved you. of course it had to come sooner or later, but after a long talk about the consequences, you'd talked each other into a deal for you to go on his stream with him.

for awhile schlatt streamed and you sat just off camera, looking at your phone and back up at him from time to time. it was something that your best friend had sent you that made you scrunch your face up, and your boyfriend noticed immediately. ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” it was the first time he'd acknowledged you were around on stream and his chat was freaking out. of course it didn't stop you from getting up and slapping his arm. ”ow. you're mean.” he didn't mean it, yet it only made you hit him again before you finally pulled your chair out to sit with him.

once chat had gotten a good look at you and you waved and said hello, schlatt pushed his phone up to the camera before giving it to you. ”hon' that could be us.” it was a picture of two cats; one holding a bong and two vapes while the other held a case of beer. ”j, baby that is us.” now you show the camera the picture of the cats and schlatt takes the opportunity of being hidden to press a quick kiss to your cheek, making you gasp.

”chat did you see that?! did you hear that?!” they all seemed confused as you went off on your tangent, face making the :o while schlatt's mouth twitched up into a smirk, bordering on the grin as you tattled on him to his viewers. ”he kissed me when you guys weren't looking!”

oh boy did twitter have a fun time over analysing the clip of the short kiss sound, trying to figure out if it was true.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[xproskeith]

CLANCY TOUR ESSAY!!! ❤️

OK! So finally getting to this A MONTH LATER! IDK how well I'll structure this, but here we go.

Let's start at the beginning. The opening of the show was honestly one of the best/coolest to me and reminded me so much of BF/ERS! The lights went down and the intro to Overcompensate started with the beginning of the music video playing on the screens. The music built up to the "WELCOME BACK TO TRENCH" which EVERYONE at the show and especially in the pit with me YELLED in unison! The energy was immediately so high and everyone was so hyped.

The curtain fell and was pulled away to reveal just Josh drumming and an illuminated red microphone swaying. What a great opening. And then when Tyler made his appearance, everyone lost their minds. Overcompensate was so great and fun live.

I'm gonna preface this next bit by saying the transitions this tour are all just SO GOOD. So, then the transition from Overcompensate to Holding On To You was great because he finished Overcompensate on top of the pit and started Holding On To You on it! Featuring The Back Flip and Tyler's jump too. It was nice to hear Holding On To You from a personal level because my wife quoted the song in her vows.

Then that SMOOTH AF transition to Vignette. Like damn that was so well blended and executed. And we wall love when he pulls out the soundboard/keyboard and start banging out the tunes on stage lol.

Car Radio was SO GOOD too! It's such a banger and they kill it live. Plus it served as the song when Tyler Dropped down a hole and reappeared in the stands! Always so cool when he does that. I do wonder when they do the switch.

The Judge intro was so good. I love that they film people waiting in line for it at each show, truly making it unique for each one. Shoutout to Mark for that for sure! I did not get to be in it because I was in the FPE event when Mark came around. But it was so cool to see the people, some of whom we did see in line, and also get to see so many cool outfits and costumes! And then the song and performance itself was amazing! The Judge is a bop.

The Craving really hits different live. I honestly love when Tyler does these slower songs and it's just him and the spotlight really. There's something intimate about it and it draws you in and makes the song hit that much harder. Hearing Josh play keyboard for it was so cool too. I love that he's doing so much more! He's so talented!

Tear In My Heart had some great visuals and led to a cool transition to Backslide with the lights all falling and Tyler's just sitting there in that chair!

After Backslide, we got Shy Away! Something, something, there's a metaphor there for singing about Backsliding and falling back and then immediately performing a song from SAI, the album that was DEMA propaganda. But, lore and metaphor aside, this song live went so hard! I loved that they used this mini set up for Josh with a small electric drum kit and a mini keyboard for Tyler. It was great and cool to see. And the crowd LOVED it! Everyone was singing so loudly and that made me smile because I want them to know people love SAI and its songs. Tyler ended it perfectly with screaming the final "Don't you Shy AWAAAAAAAAY!" to draw it to a close.

Next we got our first real banter and interaction from Tyler! Some jokes about how we weren't their first (show lol) and then giving the crowd directions for Heathens! Heathens was great and I love that they still work it in to shows despite the song being for a movie. It's a great song and the colors they chose for the lights and visuals were great. Green and purple (my wedding colors lol).

They did Next Semester next which is always a hype song. But Tyler went HARD during this song and the crowd responded in turn! It was one of the highest energy moments of the show and it was just so fun and good to be there yelling/singing along!

Then it finally happened. THEY BEGAN TO MAKE THEIR WAY TO PLAY ROUTINES IN THE NIGHT! My now all time favorite TOP song! I loved that both Josh and Tyler made their ways down around the crowd to their mini stage set ups. It was just some beats playing until Josh got to his drums and started doing his thing, transitioning us into Routines In The Night. As he does, Tyler starts singing and appears on the screen, walking through the backstage area with red LED lamps until he emerges through a walkway on the opposite side of Josh. Carrying THE CHAIR! He really did just set it down midway down the walkway and start singing there with the fans before picking up and continuing on his way, singing and dancing the rest of the way. Then he got to his mini stage and IMMEDIATELY got on top of the piano to finish out the song lol. Seeing this song live was EVERYTHING to me!

Tyler talked to the crowd some, making jokes about how the people in the stands could sit for this part and that that was his dad's favorite part of the show. Amazing. Then they played some old songs including Addict With A Pen, Fall Away, and Forest, which he joked about it being so old that it technically doesn't exist (just re-record and remaster the songs and release them officially Tyler)! They finished up here with Mulberry Street which was really fun and involved the crowd with their phone flashlights! It was great.

Then Torchbearer appeared! In the stands with an actual flaming torch! It was such a cool and dramatic moment! I gasped when it first happened. And then he made his way down, approaching Tyler! Once he reached Tyler who was waiting solemnly for him at his mini stage, he gave him the Clancy Jacket and Tyler put it on. Then the lights fell and Clancy and Torchbearer made their way back to the main stage guided by the light of the torch (and a spotlight) as a solemn, ominous music plays in the background. The spotlight went out, leaving only the flame of the torch to illuminate the arena. And then DEMA is revealed in dramatic fashion! It was such a cool moment! And was we're still in awe of DEMA, it bursts into flames as the ominous music continues playing.

Finally, they began to move again, taking their spots on stage, and they started playing Navigating! The opening pyro was so intense, but brief, that we felt it in the pit! The visuals and pyro for Navigating was so good and cool! It may have been my favorite performance of the concert TBH!

Then the lights fell as they transitioned into Nico and the Niners. This song was so cool to see with all the yellow lights and visuals. Something about it felt so right to be played right after Navigating and the reveal of burning DEMA, thematically. But the transition from that to Heavydirtysoul was TOO GOOD AND SMOOTH! Then they killed that performance of it. Tyler of course broke out the tambourine. They followed it up with My Blood which was awesome. It's one of my favorite Trench songs and means so much to me.

Finally the time came for Oldies Station. I remember Tyler saying, "This next one's called Oldies Station." and the pit ERUPTED in cheers and shouts. Everyone was so excited for the song! He messed up the lyrics going into the second verse. I'm not sure if he's been doing that at other shows and it was a bit, but it happened! During this time, Tyler was on stage solo with his uke. After stopping from the lyric mess up, he looked over at Josh who had just walked back on stage and sat at his drum kit. Tyler asked Josh what he was doing and it turned out he was eating a bagel off stage lmao. Tyler then asked him if that's what he does every show during that part and Josh just gave him a giant grin I cannot lmao. After that, he dove back into Oldies Station, with Josh joining back in with drums and then some amazing visuals featuring all kinds of clique art. I cried essentially the entire time during this song and am so glad my wife was in front of me and did not notice.

After that emotional ride, they played Fake You Out and Guns For Hands. It was great to hear so many Vessel songs on this tour (but you couldn't give me Ode To Sleep, could you Tyler? It's OK I forgive you lmao [full clarity, this is 100% kidding and I'm not actually upset or anything he didn't play it]). The end of Guns For Hands somehow made for the PERFECT transition to Lavish!

Lavish was amazing live. The song grew on me so much since the album dropped, but it was so much fun to experience live. Tyler and Josh clearly loved it too and looked like they were having a blast and just goofing off more than anything. It was great. It was funny. And it felt genuine. I know this was Tyler's favorite song, so I'm glad he had so much fun performing it live and the crowd loved it too. I will say, Josh was an absolute tease during Lavish. He pulled his jersey off right at the start and teased throwing it so many different times. The arm linked walk and then Josh throwing it bridal style into the pit. Iconic lol.

From there, they transitioned into Ride which was so cool with the gradual slowing down/distortion of the Lavish notes and words into the intro of ride. So good. Eventually, Tyler walked down the walkway from the main stage to the mini stage where he had a young kid from the crowd come up and sing Ride with him! So cool and I hope it made the kid's night! Such a cool experience!

The lights fell and then a spotlight came back on the main stage to reveal Josh in the middle with a mini keyboard, beginning to play the opening notes of Paladin Strait. Soon, Tyler joined him back on the main stage, taking a seat with his back to Josh. The lighting and framing of them on stage felt so intimate, especially with the song they were about to play. It added to the intensity and just made you feel things. Then Tyler began to strum the opening notes to Paladin Strait and started to sing. I knew it was coming because it was one of the things I had been spoiled to for the tour, but I WAS NO PREPARED TO HEAR JOSH DUN SING LIVE ESPECIALLY NOT IN THAT SONG TURNING THE OPENING OF PALADIN STRAIT INTO A CONVERSATION BETWEEN CLANCY AND TORCHBEARER. YES I'M FINE WHY DO YOU ASK? ANYWAY!

Ahem... Honestly, Josh has an AMAZING voice and he did such a great job there. I really love how much he's doing in shows now, too! He's so talented and I like that he's branching out and growing, too! IDK if it was his or Tyler's idea or both, but it was a great idea. Then Josh moved over to his mini electric drum kit to add the drums, but still sing! I loved it so much and this whole set up with them on stage. It was so so good! I was not expecting Josh to come out on the crowd with his drums during this song! But it was a great choice! It was cool and the energy was there. I wasn't holding him, but I was very close in the pit to it!

When the true end of Paladin Strait started playing, I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THEM TO USE CLIPS I HAD IN MIND WHEN I HEARD "SO FEW, SO PROUD, SO... EMOTIONAL."! I literally wrote a fic about Clancy flashing back to those/similar scenes when Nico was saying that to him! I CANNOT! I wrote this before the first show of the tour too!

The transition into Jumpsuit here was perfect. This performance of Jumpsuit was so amazing. The lighting, visuals, and pyro were all top notch. The pyro was so hot we could feel it DEEP in the pit! Honestly, this and Navigating were the two most visually stunning performances of the concert and are tied for my favorite of it.

Then they played Midwest Indigo which the managed to transition so well and smoothly to from Jumpsuit. Fittingly, this transitioned into Stressed Out, with the clip on the trikes playing on the screens as they transitioned. Tyler even broke out the red beanie and the old ERS/BF era visuals for it! It was great. It's such a great one to hear live and still such a relatable song. The end of it was especially cool with some intense visuals and pyro and then a big BANG pyro at the very end! It was awesome!

After that, it was time for the end. Tyler talked to the crowd a bit and then gave them instructions for Trees, explaining the red dot and all. Impressively, our pit followed instructions pretty well and it only took 2-3 minutes to fully clear the red circle! Then when they were moving on to their mini stages for Trees, the pit was very calm and let them get in place. Once in place, Tyler held his hands up, telling everyone to hold and keep calm. Once he was sure both he and Josh were set, he smiled and motioned for the crowd to fill in. And they did so quickly, but calmly! No one got trampled and no one was rude or didn't follow instructions! And Tyler asked, "I gotta ask, do you have one more left in you?!"

And to thunderous applause, cheers, and shouts, they began to play Trees! They finished the opening verse and the pit started the "HERE WE FUCKING GO!" chant! It got everyone so hyped and both boys grinned when we started! And boy did we (and they) fucking go! The full force of Trees started to hit and everyone was jumping and singing along!

And then it happened. They were climbing into position with their big bass drums on the crowd as the music started to build and build like it does as Trees hurtles towards its end. There was a bang of a pyro confetti cannon from the main stage timed perfectly with the first hit of the bass drums. And now the best, most memorable, indescribable, and almost religious experience part of Trees live began!

The music just continued to build as the boys hit the drums and motion to the crowd who shouted so loudly they can be heard over the deafening music! Giant red flame pyros were burning on the main stage. Red confetti began to fall, so much in fact that eventually all you could see was a wall of red. The energy is unimaginable. There's nothing like this moment. And then the final bass drum hits and crowd shout happened as the music comes to an abrupt stop. And for the briefest of moments, there is silence before the entire crowd erupts into thunderous applause, shouts, and cheers.

Tyler and Josh bowed to each other as they always do before running back to the main stage. They threw an arm around around the other's shoulder and took a few bows together before both making the band's symbol with their hands. And finally, Tyler said, "We are Twenty One Pilots and so are you! We'll see you next time!"

They walked off to stage with a few more waves to Lavish because of course they did.

This show was so good and intense and perfect. I loved everything about it. There wasn't a single bad moment in this show. The sheer performance of it all is just mind blowing. The visuals, the lights, the effects, the stage management, just everything! It's so damn good! And you are forever changed in some way from it, just like you are by any show they do. I don't know how or why, but no one can put on a show like them. It just draws you in and changes your life. It creates a truly unforgettable experience. I honestly have no other way to describe it than as a deeply religious experience. Especially with Trees, but this whole show in general. So much of it was important and personal and intimate even. Then there was the story and the lore elements too. Indescribable. I truly wish I could see them multiple times this tour.

[britt-kageryuu]

It's about noon in the lair. Donnie and Leo are moving the last of the mail they picked up from the P.O. Box. Including some not fanmail.

They enter the 'Studio' area, where they had a few computers set up, each color coded. There is a area that acts as the VR space with a lower ceiling then everywhere else, a wide open area where there is a projector and Karaoke machine, that was also were Raph did his workout streams.

Just to the side of the computers are two modified pet beds one purple, one teal that hid the charging docks for Shelldon and River. There were also a bunch of containers with alot of prop items incase they need to interact with an item during a stream, so it doesn't look as awkward on camera.

"I still can't believe you ordered a real inflatable chair!" Donnie complains as they set down the boxes, envelopes and packages, with the rest of the mail. "And the matching inflatable table, and coconut shell cups!" He gestured with exasperation.

Leo opens the box with said items, "Hey, I love that set! Besides I also got you..." he pulls out a couple boxes from the bottom of the package, "A matching purple chair, and some pillow cover things so it doesn't get uncomfortable sitting on them for so long! Plus we'll match for the stream, right!"

Leo looks very happy and proud of himself showing off what he got his twin, you could practically see little sparkles floating around him. Donnie doesn't look fully impressed, but appreciative of the gesture.

"Well. Thank you for the thought, but we need to figure out how to get the studio set for how we will do this 'Fanmail Opening' stream. That someone promised without consulting me! He said with warranted annoyance!" Donnie lightly stomps over to his setup to how the cameras would be placed, and how big of an area they need to clear.

The blue coded turtle decided to open and inflate the chairs and table, get the cups out, and sets it up near where he thinks they should open the fanmail. He pauses before taking a picture of the setup, and judging if he should post it to his social media or not.

Leo is not sure if Donnie would attack him for not checking if there was anything too revealing in the photo, but he ignores that thought to celebrate now having his favorite set in real life. He hears a ding from where Donnie is, and suddenly remembered how close they are.

"Nardo?"

"Yes, Dontron?"

They both turn and start staring at each other in silence, Donnie clearly more annoyed than before, and Leo looking for something to turn into a Mystic Katana to abscond from the situation.

"You, are very, very, VERY, lucky! You didn't take that TWO STEPS TO THE RIGHT!!!" Donnie starts yelling, while pointing out the fact that a few feet from where the Chairs and Table were set up, was a mirror that was for some reason in the studio. Probably Leo's fault actually. Definitely Leo's fault.

Leo continues to wonder if he should fear for his life.

"Annoyed Sigh, Sit down Dum Dum, I won't hurt you yet. We need you alive to continue this nonsense." Donnie grumbles as he continues to plan how this idea would work. "And your placement isn't bad, but you're not fully off the hook."

Leo grabs his Switch before he sits down in the new blue inflatable chair and played a game. River gets up from her charging dock, walks up to Leo and climbs onto his lap to watch him play the game.

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Masterpost

I didn't know how to end this, and I wanted to try writing like this. I might do this some more.

[the-milk-monarch]

☣︎ I'm still working on requested asks but I think about Mike a lot and I wanted to write it down when inspiration struck yk- Probably gonna add part 2.

【 MEETING MIKE | HIGHSCHOOL AU 】

Summary: Awkward Mike meets the reader who didn't pack their book for the first lesson.

☢︎ | gender neutral reader

☢︎ | Total Drama

☢︎ | Mike

The sound of soft tapping on the wooden desk was getting drowned by the teacher's lecture.

Mike was lost in thought, his sight not really focused on anything in particular. His head was filled with new thoughts that occupied his head lately.

He was thinking about you.

You were the student that got transfered to his school not too long ago.

Mike didn't know what to think about you when he first noticed you in his class.

He was used to being bullied, or at least made fun of because of his "unattractively lanky body matched with his tooth gap and boring personality". He was glad people were only teasing him about his nice guy persona though, as he didn't know what he would do if people learned about his D.I.D., a thing he was very insecure about.

Mike only recently got diagnosed and it was already a lot to take in. He didn't need his peers to know about it.

Your first meeting didn't go exactly how he wanted it to go, but it wasn't the worst first impression he could've made.

His first day after the summer vacation started as usual. After his morning routine he headed to school, to the same chair he always sat on during the lessons, alone.

All of the students had already unpacked their things from the backpack and put them on the desk, preparing to start the lesson without much enthusiasm.

Mike had done the same, with his old, boring pencil case that he owned since first grade. His parents weren't going to buy him a new one, unless his current one was unusable anymore. Even though Mike wouldn't mind a new item, he also didn't complain about what he had. He wasn't very needy. He also didn't wanna piss off his parents more than he had to, and he never voiced his concerns.

His thoughts that were still hazy because of waking up not so long ago were quickly disturbed by the sound of the doors opening swiftly.

You were standing in the doorframe, panting slightly as all of the students had their eyes on you, making you slightly anxious.

You tried to calm down your breath before properly crossing the class threshold.

You were late to your first day at school.

The teacher gave you an unimpressed look as you made your way towards the unoccupied desks, but didn't comment anything.

You noticed that the desks and the chairs were precisely the number of students, which made you look at the one open spot.

Mike noticed he was the obvious future desk-mate of yours and he immediately got a bit nervous.

He quickly moved his bag so that you could comfortably sit on the chair beside him.

You haven't asked if you could sit with him as you already noticed he was cleaning the way for you, and he was the only available option.

Mike glanced at you as you sat down, but quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to come off as creepy to the new person he'd be sitting with.

You also didn't say a word, being slightly awkward around new people, but you didn't show it much.

Your eyes slowly followed to the boy's face, taking a better look at him once you saw him avoiding looking your way.

You were about to take it personally, thinking he wasn't very interested in your presence like all of your previous classmate interactions, but you noticed his expression was also slightly nervous, which filled you with curiosity.

You didn't even know his name yet, but something about him drew you in instantly. He gave off an awkward but warm aura, unlike other men you dealt with. You weren't really looking at jocks in a positive way, and a lot of guys seemed to be very stuck up.

"...Are they looking at me?" Mike's head was already filled with anxiety once you two were close to each other.

He was fully prepared for the new person in his class to also dislike him. But even though he was nervous, he still had a glimmer of hope you'd be different.

"Am I sitting weird? No-" An echo of insecurities bounced in his mind as he readjusted himself so his back was straightened up, until he decided he looked stupid like that and just leaned back on his chair, fiddling with his pen in his hand.

He had an urge to click with it when he was nervous, but he held himself off from doing that, not wanting to be annoying.

"Okay- It's fine, they're probably not even thinking about you." He tried to calm himself down inside of his mind. "Just- sit still and don't be weird."

The teacher finally began to write today's topic on the chalkboard, reading it out loud after she was done.

After you pushed your chair into a steady position, you reached into your backpack to get the necessary items for the lesson.

You had brought your pencil case, your notebook, your books... With the exception of the book you needed for the first lesson.

Your expression became a bit worried when you realized you couldn't find it, even after looking into your backpack for a while.

You were already late to class, and forgetting your book was only adding to your anxiety.

You sat there tensely for a moment, before you finally sighed defeated, having to ask your classmate to let you use his for the lesson.

Mike had calmed himself down once you didn't make any remarks to him, but his thoughts were disturbed once he heard your voice.

"Hey, um- Sorry to ask, I don't wanna be annoying but- Can I use your book? I didn't take mine..." You explained, cringing at yourself for already being a bother on your first day.

He panicked slightly once he realized you were talking to him, and he moved his open book closer to you.

"O-of course! I don't mind, don't worry-" He reassured you quickly.

His movements were timid and gentle, a bit hesitant about you perceiving him.

You noticed that, which gave you a slight comfort in the fact that you weren't the only awkward person in the room.

"Thanks." You whispered to him so the teacher wouldn't hear.

"...I-I'm Mike, by the way." You heard the words spoken by him, copying your quiet tone.

"I'm Y/N." You said, mustering a friendly tone.

Mike observed you looking at his book when he passed it in the middle of the desk that you shared.

He didn't have a desk-mate for some time now, let alone someone to talk to, so the pressure was on him even more than the usual.

"...They seem nice." He thought to himself. He tried not to get too distracted by you, as he still had to take notes for the lesson, but he was captivated by your simple exchange of names.

He didn't hear any malice from you in that few words spoken, and he hoped it'd stay that way.

The loud sound of the school's bell rang in your ears when the class came to an end.

Mike had packed his stuff, preparing to leave the class, but he patiently waited until you were done as well, not wanting to uncomfortably squeeze between you just to get out of the class. You were blocking his way by sitting closer to the narrow path of free space in-between all the desks, so you quickly and carelessly threw your things into the bag, not wanting to waste anyone's time more than you had to. You pushed your chair under the desk so Mike could pass and moved yourself as well.

All of the students had already left for the short break of the day so you and Mike were the last one to leave the room.

Your next class was just a few steps ahead, so you decided to go sit on the floor, sliding your back against the wall as you done so in a smooth manner.

You weren't exactly a people-person, stemming from your introvertism or just lack of social skills, so you kept mostly to yourself.

Mike observed you sitting on the ground and he thought about approaching you, but his head was filled with intrusive thoughts.

"Will it be rude if I just- sat next to them??" He had an internal conflict with himself about that.

"You should up your game Mike! That's your chance to finally make a potential friend! They don't know anything about you yet, so you gotta show your best side!" He tried to hype himself up, although his other side of the brain was still anxious as hell about an interaction with another person.

He forced himself to very gently make his way towards you.

He took a moment before finally opening his mouth, but it took a solid second before the lump in his throat would let him speak.

"Hey- Y/N." He said with a nervous smile that he tried to calm down.

"Do you mind if I sit down here?" His eyes begged for you to accept, although there was still the lingering feeling of the worst outcome.

You took a second to process that someone was speaking to you, so you tensed up slightly, moving your backpack closer to yourself before responding in a friendly tone.

"Oh, no- I mean, yes, you can, I don't mind." You cringed at the way you spoke.

You noticed the brown haired boy nodding slightly as he sat beside you, although still keeping a respectful distance between you two.

"...Thanks." He muttered a bit hesitantly, as if unsure if that's a correct way to respond to that.

You nodded approvingly with a smile to signalize you didn't have a problem with him sitting beside you. You were desk-mates after all.

A moment of silence was shared between you two, as you both had no clue how to actually socialize.

Mike was worried about similar things that went through your head.

"Is it too quiet? Should I say something, or do they not wanna talk?"

You decided to take the initiative and started first.

"So- Thanks again for sharing that book." You thought it was a safe conversation starter.

Mike fidgeted slightly as he looked at you, before softly chuckling with bashful nervousness.

"Oh it's nothing- I mean, could happen to anyone, right?" You noticed how his expression formed an awkward but kind grin.

"Yeah, yeah, I suppose so, I just didn't wanna be a bother on my first day of school, you know?" You shared your honest thoughts with him, in hopes of him going easier on you.

"Oh, no- You're not a bother. I'm actually glad I could help a new student on their first day-" Mike's eyes intently looked into yours as he spoke. You could read from his behavior that he wasn't really the most confident person, so you really appreciated him coming to talk to you.

"Well that's cool then." You offered him a warm smile with a hint of timidness as well. You weren't a very interesting talker, at least in your opinion, but you made an effort to come off as friendly when you talked.

You and Mike had not exchanged many words on such a short break, but your time spent together was weirdly not so uncomfortable.

Even though it was quiet, you didn't really feel pressured by Mike in any way. He radiated some sort of nice aura around him that made you curious how your future days at school would go.

[gayboyasher]

Hi, i would love to see kirigiri kyoko x gn s/o streamer were kyoko was bored and decided to accompany him on a stream

I would love to see this idea, thanks :D

I got you, trust 🙏 I’m gonna make this kinda like my last one, and then cut it into a small one shot frl. (Sorry if it’s ass)

Honestly she doesn’t have a problem with you streaming, that’s your ultimate!

Though, gaming just doesn’t seem like her thing.

She is more of the observer, and kinda likes just figuring out the motive and just kinda getting it done.

Also, time to time she’ll check in on your streams on a device. Like a parent tracking their kid 💀.

Usually you do tell her when you’re streaming, so she’ll leave you alone during it.

But one day she got bored.

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“Thank you for the donation!” You exclaimed, adjusting your seating position. You continued to click things until you got to the next level. You were playing a horror game and also having a chill stream, interacting with the viewers and being someone relate-able.

But then two knocks were at the door of your room.

You turned to look at the door, a little confused. But you paused the game and turned to the camera.

“Hold on guys, watch this small video. I’ll be right back.”

You told them, almost like a parent promising their kid before they leave. You played a small song and muted your side before wandering over to the door. You pondered on opening it, but ended up opening it anyway.

“Hey… you okay in here?” It was Kyoko, someone you’d never expect showing up to your door, especially knowing you’re streaming.

“Yea, I’m okay, are you okay?” You asked right back. She nodded, showing no reaction but a small smile. “Do you mind me staying in here until the stream ends? Or would you rather me—“ you did not hesitate to grab her and pull her in. It didn’t matter the reasoning, but just made your heart soar when she wanted to be on the room with you while you were streaming. You sat her down in your second chair and fixed you’re stream, unmuting yourself and unpausing the game.

Your viewers went ballistic. Who was this girl? How was she in relation with you? Why was she so pretty? You pull?! Everyone spammed the chat relentlessly.

“Oh, someone donated $5, thank you so much. “Who is that girl sitting next to you?” This is my girlfriend Kyoko.” You told them calmly, gently putting the hand you didn’t need for the game in one of hers. She stayed silent, not really watching the comments, knowing how some people may be, and watched you. Not the game, you. She did add some commentary’s, but not a lot.

Though, that stream lasted and hour and it ended with youre viewers shocked and Kyoko feeling a bit of pride from being shown off.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Tripped and fell into VerDi brainrot and, this is the result. Had this in the drafts for awhile now and I was initially going to post another piece before it but, I want to work on posting works in chronological order from when I start them. Honestly, this might be my favourite piece that I've written so far. Enjoy the filth.

Lee Chan x Fem! Reader x Hansol Vernon Chwe, Chan and Reader are in a relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Vernon watches Chan and Reader have sex, praise kink (f. and m. receiving), unprotected piv sex, spanking (f. receiving), creampie, oral sex (m. receiving), Dom! Chan, Switch! Reader, Sub(ish)! Vernon and Chan being an overall menace to both Reader and Vernon.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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When your boyfriend first suggested this, you were more than a little uncertain. Not that you had any issues with Vernon, quite the opposite actually. You two got along incredibly well, much to Chan's relief, and have become relatively good friends in your own right. However, being good friends with your boyfriend's best friend doesn't magically equate to being comfortable with involving him as a third during sex. Vernon is a good looking man, to put it simply. You weren't blind to that. It also didn't help that you found his more shy and reserved personality endearing. Sometimes wondering how he became best friends with your loud ass boyfriend. The two of them feeling like complete opposites at times. Regardless, while you were attracted to him, you did had your reservations about including him in your sex life when your boyfriend brought it up.

"I- what brought this on?" You asked Chan, completely bewildered by this suggestion to let Vernon watch the two of you. Chan's ears are a bright red as he explains what his friend confessed to him one night after one too many drinks, "He thinks you're hot. Always has. He said one night he overheard us fucking in the dance studio and, got off on hearing us. He said after that he's been curious about what watching us would be like." All of this information hits you like a truck. Learning far more about Vernon's sexual interests than you ever expected to in your lifetime. While you can see the appeal for yourself and Vernon, you do wonder what's in it for Chan. "Why do you want to do it?" You finally ask when you remember how to formulate words. Your brain still reeling from all of this. Chan just smirks before answering, "I thought you'd notice by now, I like showing off."

That's how you find yourself thighs spread wide with Chan fucking into while Vernon sits across from you two on a chair, watching. Chan's hands grip your thighs tightly to make sure they stay open. Making sure Vernon can see ever movement of his girthy cock inside of you. His chest is hot and sweaty against your back, his breaths against your shoulder and neck giving rise to goosebumps. A particularly hard thrust from him has you throwing your head back and, moaning long and loud for both men to hear. "Isn't she so pretty?" Chan asks the older man over your shoulder, moving one of his hands to toy with your hardened nipple. "Yeah, so fucking pretty," Vernon responds completely transfixed by the sight of the two of you.

Vernon is yet to do anything other than sit there and watch, in nothing but his boxers. Both men agreeing to let you take the reins in that regard. Honestly, he's just happy you both agreed to let him watch. You're quite literally making one of his wildest fantasies a reality. He wasn't going to get all greedy now. Trying his best to ignore the painful ache of his profusely leaking cock in his boxers, he struggles to choose where to focus his gaze. One part of him desperately wants to watch the way your tight pussy eagerly swallows his best friend's (kind of intimidating) cock. The other part of him wants to watch your tits jump and bounce and jiggle with each of Chan's precise thrusts. The final part of him wants to watch your beautiful face. Eyes lidded in pleasure, lips bruised and swollen from how thoroughly Chan had kissed you and, every little noise you make shooting straight to his cock. Vernon would never tell Chan this because the younger man's ego is enormous enough as it is but, he thinks he finally understands why you're so willing and eager to spread your thighs for him, any and everywhere. Chan is nothing if not thorough at making sure you're fucked out.

He settles on alternating between looking at every part of you but, he finds his eyes wondering to your pussy more than anywhere else. You may be becoming too dazed to notice but, Chan notices and he pounces.

He fucks into you particularly hard, biting back a groan at how you tighten around him and dig your nails into the skin of his arms as he holds onto you firmly. "She's so tight. I can barely move," he tells Vernon, enjoying the way his words wash over his friend. His grip on the arms of the chair he's been sitting for what feels like hours tightening slightly as he swallows thickly. "Chan," you whine out in embarrassment at his words, turning your head in an attempt to hide from Vernon's scorching gaze. Chan won't be having any of it, however. The hand that had been toying with your nipple moves to cup your jaw, turning you back to face his best friend, whispering in your ear, "There's no need to be shy, baby. Look at how hard Vernon is from watching us. From watching you."

You shyly let your eyes wander to Vernon and are immediately struck with how delectable he looks. His brown locks sticking to his sweaty forehead, face flushed an adorable shade of pink and his cock straining against his boxers with a noticeable wet spot. The sight of him causing you clench around Chan's cock and moan out far louder than you intended to. "Y-you look so pretty, Ver-Vernon," you stutter out, taking great pleasure in watching his blush darken and spread down to his neck. "She means it. I almost came from how hard she clenched around me just now," Chan adds over your shoulder, moving his hand from your jaw to your clit.

"Th-Thanks," comes Vernon's bashful response, his cock throbbing from the praise. He watches intently as Chan makes quick work of your clit, still fucking you incessantly while encouraging you to cum on his cock. Cum while Vernon watches.

"Don't you want to show Vernon how much of a good girl you are? How beautiful you look when you cum?" Chan asks loud enough for both of you to hear clear as day, his fingers and his cock not giving you much of a choice. You hold Vernon's gaze as you cum. Insides tightening around Chan like a vice while your juices gush down his cock and his balls onto your shared bed, mouth open as you cry out for both men to hear.

Vernon has never cum untouched but, he thinks he just might from watching how hard you cum. You're arching and squirming so attractively, all your sounds of pleasure making his boxers even more of a sticky mess. Chan was right, you do look beautiful when you cum. Speaking of the younger man, this is probably the first time he isn't running his mouth all night. His own moans mixing with yours from how hard you try and milk him for his cum but, he resists. He still has other ideas in mind for how he wants this evening to go. Steeling his resolve to not fill you with his cum, he does keep you steady against his chest as you ride out your climax. Slowing his thrusts down as to not completely overwhelm you and, cooing encouragements and praise at you for how well you did, how pretty you looked and how good you were for him.

"Are you okay? Do you want to take a break?" Chan asks you softly, hands now rubbing your thighs soothingly. Once you finally start to regain the ability to formulate words you respond, "No, I don't want to stop. I have an idea actually. I want you to fuck me while I suck off Vernon." It's a desire of yours that's been building as you've watched Vernon squirm in that chair while Chan makes you take him. You want to touch Vernon, to taste him. You'd even be okay with letting him fuck you too but, you know Chan probably wouldn't be comfortable with that. Atleast for now. "That's if you're both okay with that," you add hurriedly, giving both men ample opportunity to back out. They seem to have a silent conversation with one another for a moment. Communicating through eye contact and nothing else. You try not to squirm too much on Chan's lap, his cock still very much rock hard inside of you while the two of them communicate. Finally, Chan's hands gravitate to your hips and he kisses the side of your head before say, "I'm down and something tells me Vernon is too. How do you want us, baby?"

That's how you find yourself with your face in Vernon's lap while Chan gradually fucks into you from behind. His hands holding your hips while he thrusts into you slowly. Giving you time to adjust to the new angle and focus on Vernon with minimal distractions. Vernon watches you in a mixture of fascination and shyness, your face centimetres from his still covered cock. You slowly reach for his boxers, giving him the chance to stop you if he wants to. He doesn't. You watch through half-lidded eyes how his lengthy cock smacks against his stomach, smearing pre-cum on his skin. Chan's grip on your hips tightens for a moment when you clench around him at the sight of Vernon's cock, picking up the pace behind you gradually. "Is it o-okay if I touch you now?" You ask him, hand hovering just above his cock that is flushed a rather angry looking red. "Yeah," he breathes out and, it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot when you finally do touch him. Wrapping your hand around him and stroking slowly to become accustomed to the weight of him.

Vernon is a little embarrassed at the noise he makes when you experimentally lick him, his taste a little salty but, otherwise not unpleasant. "You can touch me too, okay?" You tell him softly with a smile before easing your mouth onto his cock, feeling him pulse violently against your tongue for a few beats. Vernon's shaky hands find themselves in your hair, being careful not to tug too hard as you begin to well and truly suck him off. "You can be more rough. Not only can she take it, she loves it. Isn't that right, princess?" Chan asks you, giving your ass a harsh slap to prove his point. Your answering moan with a mouthful of Vernon's cock and attempts at nodding make Chan smirk before he focuses his attention back on making sure you're fucked thoroughly. Watching the way your pussy takes ever bit of his cock and your ass kisses his abs with ever thrust have him steadily heading towards his orgasm. Vernon isn't fairing much better. Even while partially distracted by Chan, you still try your utmost to make sure the older man is enjoying himself. Taking him as far as you can, swallowing around him and deliberately slowly easing off of him until his tip rests against your tongue once more. He thinks he might just lose his mind with how much of a tease you're being. "I- please" he begs hoarsely, grip tightening on your hair as you ease down onto his cock once again. At his plea, you meet his wild eyes, stilling your mouth momentarily while you stare at him with a glint of amusement. He knows what you want him to do and Vernon has never been too proud of a man to beg for what he wants. "Please. Please l-let me cum. Please," he whines, trying his best to stay still and behave for you.

Chan groans from behind you at how you clench around him at Vernon's words, fucking into your faster. His grip on your hip and ass bruising now. You wouldn't be surprised to find indents of his fingers on your skin when he was finished with you. Deciding to treat Vernon with a little kindness since he asked so nicely, you continue your ministrations on him. This time not slowing down or taking it easy on him in the slightest. Your bedroom filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, you gagging on Vernon's cock and the moans of pleasure from the two men.

To the surprise of everyone, Chan is the first to cum. You know before he informs you based on the way his cock pulses incessantly inside of you and he keeps you still against his hips that he's going to cum. His cum is warm and familiar inside of you and, the vibrations from your moans at being being filled up by your lovely boyfriend quickly send Vernon over the edge as well. You do appreciate his attempts in trying to warn you but, you were more than happy to swallow his cum. You try your best to swallow all of it but, there's just too much of it so bits of it dribble past your lips and down your chin. You lap at him softly until he moans from the oversensitivity so, eventually you stop and give him some time to catch his breath. Vernon watches you scoop up all his cum that made it past your lips with your fingers and push them into your mouth until they're licked completely clean.

God, you're so hot.

Chan gently eases out of you. Both of you shuddering at the feeling and, he takes a moment to admire the view of his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. Honestly, you don't think you've felt this full of cum and well-fucked in your life. Which is really saying something because your boyfriend is an extremely thorough man when it comes to sex. Even on the verge of blacking out, you're so glad you decided to say yes to this idea.

[turtle--soup]

Watching TMNT Next Mutation episodes 5 and 6

Stream of consciousness liveblogging below the cut. If you're into that.

One of my favourite things about Next Mutation is the cartoon sound effects when the credits come up at the beginning of the show. Like I don't understand people who see that and expect anything after that point to be sensible.

Not a fan of dragon guy. But his little puppet friend? Different story entirely. What are their names? I wish I knew.

They're all sleeping on top of each other top to tail lol that's adorable

The sexy bike shots again lol my favourite character - Raph's bike 😘 🏍

Raph's just trying to help... why tf does every interaction between Leo and Raph end up with them fighting? Like they are literally beating each other up rn

They have an alarm to tell them when there's trouble and it's made with lights off a police car I love that!

Ooh sexy jeep shots too. They sell toys of these things?

"Raph and roll??" Did he just say that? Loser. 🤣 I love him

"Noisy ninjas! Next they're going to want a helicopter or maybe a tank" Splinter my guy you do not want to watch your boys later shows...

Donnie's portable detector thingy looks like it's made out of a Tiger R Zone Super Screen painted green??

"Don't call me Shirley" asdghghfgdgk this boy

I love Donnie so much he's such good quality.

They're all so dumb

"This is called the duck. Quack quack!" Donnie again. I feel like he's channelling 90s movie Don but he's possibly funnier.

Love it when Leo and Raph play nice they're a good team. Please stop making them fight I get it they disagree sometimes

Mega shellaaaaage!

"What are you up toooooooooo?" Bro wtf was that line delivery dragon dude? Hilarious.

Aw they're hugging 🥺

Leo is trying so hard to be meaningful and deep here but the scriptwriter is against him, poor guy.

Green... Time? OK.

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They all sound like bagpipes when they meditate... Huuurrrrmmmmmmnnnmnmmnn

Venus fucking around with Raph lol fair enough. She doesn't deserve to have to put up with *gesturing at everything* this

God this script... who are they aiming this show at? Oh no wait... probably Power Rangers fans. That's why I'm still here. I'm immune.

I think they're trying to give Leo his classic anxiety but they're also trying to be like THESE GUYS ARE SO MACHO GRRRR so it's like Oh No I SUCK I Ruined Everything Time To Break A Chair

"My music's different too..." this could be such a cute moment but Splinter is beating him up now as well... 😩 Like I get it, but come on. The tonal whiplash you can get during the course of one line in this show is incredible.

These SOUND EFFECTS omg TA DAAAAA

It's like they have to be talking ALL the time.

Donnie can make radar noises apparently.

Is puppet guy sitting on dragon dude's lap? Aw.

Honestly Venus is op. I have my issues with them throwing in extra turtles (I don't like change! And I always have reservations when they introduce girl characters to a mostly male cast, even now...) but she's fun and interesting and her powers are ridiculous. Can't help but wonder how much of the hate she got (and still gets from some people) is just like the kind of thing that happened with Furiosa when Mad Max Fury Road came out. Hmm...

God I wish I had more free time to watch this idiotic show I am enjoying this more than I should but it's also kiiiinda frustrating ngl

[nereidaa]

so the whole storyline about ✨him✨ is here

(I ACCIDENTALY CLOSED THE SITE AND A WHOLE FUCKING LIST JUST DELETED. I'M MAD BC I HAVE TO REWRITE IT AGAIN. BUT ANYWAY.)

so we met this year when i went to this school

he's a grade older than me but i assume we're the same year (cause he's 15 now and i'll turn 15 this year) (i don't know if i say it the right way but i just don't know how to explain it)

i was friends with a girl in autumn, and he was friends with her too (now we both don't talk to her, idk why he doesn't tho) and we interacted in some way bc of it

in our school we choose the classes we want to attend and it doesn't depend on the grade you're in, so we had some mutual classes during this year. also we have not only the regular school subjects, but some interesting courses on very different topics (i'm not showing off, just saying that i'm glad to be from an upper middle-class family and go to a private school)

we had a class that is about the society or smth, and there was a lesson about marraige. he just leaved like after 5-10 minutes (idk if people still make those awful sigma jokes but yeah) (and yeah we're allowed to do so, you can leave anytime you want). no point here, i just remembered that and thought it could be important to understand his character or something

he's from a friend group i don't really like (they're loud chess nerds who speak in russian and that pisses off the whole school. there're a few nice guys there tho) but he's also friends with a lot of other people (he's a goddamn extravert and literally knows everyone)

back to the classes. we had physics together in winter, and we imitated electron movement (i'm from ukraine and i don't give a shit how you call all these things in english, i hope you get it), and we needed balloons for it. i helped him to tie his balloon (also he sat next to me? but idk if that means something or he just sat down somewhere bc all other seats were occupied, i don't remember)

then i remember how we just accidentaly got distracted and he showed me some tricks he can do with his hand but then the teached noticed it (like boy? why me? no complaining tho)

i don't remember anything til now tbh and so we're here in april 2024

we have like 4 mutual classes now

it's a format where we have different lessons everytime, history of music, history of ukraine and history of antiquity (it's not bc he's a history nerd, it's bc i am a history nerd lol. i have like 5 different history classes rn)

this tuesday we had the format and it was a game called 'two states' where we were in the same team. the point of the game was to increase the state budget and also to not have any dead citizens (if you don't have any money left by the end of the round you die). i convinced my friend alice, with whom we played as a family, to help him so that he did not die (we basically gave the guy money lol, but she didn't even want to help)

also there is a thing among us, when we do those little charades to communicate when we're too far from each other to talk (I SWEAR I DUNNO WHAT THAT WAS PLSS. MY BSF SCREAMED INTO THE PHONE WHEN I TOLD HER.)

and there it was then too

and also we often just look at each other and shake our heads at the same time when our mutual friends do something stupid and laugh

and after that alice and i went to the subway together and before that we chatted with him in the cloakroom, where he told us about our other friend (myrosia) annoying him on purpose after he told her to stop. i just don't get it??? like what's the point of doing that??? it used to be a local joke before but if it annoys the other person why do you continue???

anyway so. on friday we had history of antiquity, he was late for school and sat down on the floor next to me (i don't remember if i ever mentioned it on my blog before but probably not. we don't use desks and all this stuff, we just sit in the auditorium/classroom on the chairs or the floor) and greeted with us (i assume us?? like our friend group??), i told myrosia to shut up before she tried to do the joke again, she did anyway and he just leaved and sat in the other side of the room

we had a group task and he joined our group for it, we did some small talk where he mentioned he didn't sleep well or something like that, then i got up from my chair and sat on the floor to help with the poster and he just sat on my chair (i mean, boy why me??? there were other empty chairs. i didn't protest tho (if it was someone else i probably would) and let the poor boy to sit on a chair)

after a lot of jokes from myrosia and alice he leaved before the break was announced again (i just don't get why they keep doing this if they know it annoys another person)

after the break he sat in the other side of the room again and when girls from our group were about to present our work we just did the whole shaking heads and then laughing thing again

then we had the school meeting and there was this thing again

by the way i feel like i forgot to say this. we never actually greet if we walk past each other in the hallway

BUT THE WORST PART IS

i'm going on a school trip in may. and so does he. and we'll be around each other for 5 (five!!!) days. WTF

so that's it. thx for reading this shit if you actually did

fuck it probably doesn't really mean something😭😭😭😭 but anyways love you xoxo

[just-before-dawn]

did i ever talk about my Cats RCCL Cast 14 experience on here? i dont remember

anyway so flashback to september 2023, i went on the oasis of the seas cruiseline for the second time and ofc i watched cats ALL three times it showed on that boat (along with dragging my family along to see it with me all three times hehe)

cats rccl cast 12 made me REALLY get back into cats so me going again made my heart fucking soar!! now i knew everything!

first night, we lined up early so we could snatch the front row and i was dead center (bc at this point my entire family knows that im actually insane about this show) and not only did i tear the fuck up during the overture, SO MANY MOMENTS happened while watching!!

first show: during naming of cats, gus and i were literally having a full on staring contest. dude was UP CLOSE to my face and my fixating ass was mouthing the poem with him. my family was fucking laughing at the whole interaction. (during this, i think tantomile was scaring my older brother lmao)

the entire first show was so great, i was literally having the time of my life and trying not to tear up. its so refreshing to see the jellicle ball in full and to see the entire mr mistoffelees dance. daniel chesnut is such an amazing misto. he encapsulates that cat so well, his dancing is amazing!!

i think it was during moments of happiness or something, rumpleteazer and mungojerrie snuck up on me. rumple rubbed her head against my knee i was fr like "AHHHH" in my head.

anyway, the first show was so amazing i was literally starstruck i did not want to leave that theater 😭 got noticed by misto so many times and had an overall blast. i was shaking walking out of the room

second show, we just came back from dinner so we didn't get to snatch seats and had to sit in the balcony seats but it was funny to see misto blind everyone with the bright light during skimbleshanks when they made the train.

THE THIRD SHOW HOWEVER!!

this time we sat front house left. and OH MY GOD THE INTERACTIONS DURING THIS SHOW. AGAIN DURING NAMING OF CATS. okay so this time, misto and i were having a staring contest, mouthing the poem to each other, then suddenly BOMBALURINA POPS OUT OF FREAKING NOWHERE!!! AND SHE'S UP AND CLOSE TO ME! SHE'S IN MY FACE. GIRL WAS LIKE 3CM AWAY FROM ME, ONE FOOT ON THE CHAIR. MY HEART WAS RACING. during this, misto was like 😳 to my cousins as they watched this whole thing happen.

during moments of happiness, mungojerrie would literally not break eye contact with my cousin, it was so fucking funny. THE WHOLE NUMBER he was staring at her. mungojerrie also like fnaf 2 jumped at us during the end of the show.

DURING MR MISTOFFELEES!! after misto made old deut appear again and he was standing at the edge of the stage waiting for tugger to show old deut who saved him, he made a lil heart shape at us and i fucking died. i deceased.

he did so again a second time!! during bows and tugger noticed us as well going like "sir who tf are you making a heart at" and haha guilty :3c

but as misto left the stage, he gave us a high five and AHHH wanted to scream and die again. we literally had the most fun that night and i miss it so much 😭😭

im in such show withdrawal right now. i miss this show so much. bootlegs and the 1998 recording isnt enough, PUT ME BACK ON THAT SHIP!!