#'If I give them food that makes us friends'

[fromchaostocosmos]

Grew up Orthodox and Ashkenazi and the norm is for girls to have Bat Mitzvah party.

In my community growing usually her class is invited. The father and the Bat Mitzvah girl will give a speech on the Torah portion of that week.

The father will talk about the kind person he sees his daughter becoming and hopes she will be.

Hers is very much a Dvrai Torah type.

There is usually a joke about how the dad wrote the speech, a lot of girls I knew their dad's did write their speeches.

You eat, you dance.

Have big it is, how many people, where all depend on the how much money is spent.

In my community we did Bencher so there would a commemorative Bencher, I would have the blessings for after meals, and it was generally the kind that is like trifold type. It would have the English name and Hebrew name and English date and Hebrew date.

Amongst the friends of the Bat Mitzvah girl during my time is was a thing to take an empty wine bottle and put trinkets in it and a poem. And then drip colorful wax on it. And like fill it will water and cork it up.

Turn it into a shaker. Then you read the poem and present it to her, it was like huge. Don't know if it is still a thing and how many other communities did that.

Also when I had my Bat Mitzvah it was starting to take off in my community for the Bat Mitzvah girl to do like a special charity thing at her party in honor of her Bat Mitzvah.

I don't remember what I did at mine, but it is now like very much the norm where I grew up so they will pick a charity and then champion it at their party and have like an event for it at the party. As well do something for it leading up to the Bat Mitzvah itself.

Also some families will host a kiddush at their shul on the Shabbat of the week of the girl's Hebrew Birthday.

I was very excited to write my speech and spent a lot of time on it (not that I can remember any of it). I sat with a bunch of books filled with Midrashim and my dad kept offering to help and was like no thank you I want to do this myself. I only showed it to him after to get his thoughts.

I also did dairy food which was really uncommon because I prefer dairy over meat.

So I've been to like one or two very over the top parties because those families had the means for them but most of them were nothing like that.

And even the those very over the top ones are nothing like what was depicted in the movies and tv shows.

Like I wore a fancy dress and I got that dress from Gamach. So like yeah I really wish that the excitement and seriousness was what depicted.

Because yes 12 and 13 year old are going to be excited and at times childish when it comes to their Beni Mitzvah and they are going to want it be perfect, but they also take it seriously. They have an understanding of the responsibility that comes with all of this.

And that is never what is shown. And it is really frustrating and upsetting.

Different communities and different Branches will have different ways of celebrating and showing that celebration. We aren't all going to look exactly the same.

But we do all teach our children the importance and deeper meaning of what is happening. So even if there is a party because it is a Simcha our children still understand that it is not just about the party and all that comes with that. They understand that the spiritual side, the weight that comes with this new chapter of life.

And that is what is never shown, depicted, or displayed in movies and tv shows thereby giving a very superficial look at what is going and making us look extremely materialistic and twisting what is a celebration of being able to do more Mitzvot and such into being all about the base self and desires.

I'm just gonna say something, Bar/Bat/B'nai mitzvahs are a celebration, they often but not always come with an after party and depending on the means of the parents of the lucky 13 year old they can be over the top sometimes. Much like rich kids with sweet 16s or Quinceañera.

okay thats out of the way, what I wanted to say is, I'm SICK of every media depiction of a Bar/Bat Mitzvah as a 100 million dollar, biggest party on the planet celebration of conspicuous consumption. Almost ALWAYS missing the you know Bar Mitzvah itself, and again depicting Jews over and over again as INSANELY wealthy. Like not everyone, hell not MOST people's Bar Mitzvah was huge and expensive.

another thing, I know by definition no 13 year old is cool, by definition they are greasy and annoying and cringe. But EVERY depiction of a Bar/Bat Mitzvah where the boy or girl of the hour is both an awkward loser and (particularly the boys) sleazy little creeps who are trying WAY too hard to impressive with their garishly massive (and expensive) party (and how often they quote how much something costs as if a 13 year old would know or care) it just seem a little close to the old antisemitic stereotype of Jews as crass and uncouth social climbers desperately trying to use their money to buy their way into classy society and forever failing.

[yuuchama]

Asking Lilia Vanrouge to tutor you in history sounds like a great idea, doesn't it? He seems to know a lot about historical events due to living through them and there's even a picture resembling him in your textbook. History is his best subject. What could go wrong?

You leave the tutoring session more confused than before. Lilia's knack for history is no joke, though his knowledge is all over the place.

Hardly any of what he says gets covered in class. It's probably not going to be on the test. He brings up the names of random people, common folk with no impact on the grand scheme of things. He drones on about these people for longer than necessary. He rambles about insignificant bits of their daily lives like an old man reminiscing about old friends and you don't know how to stop him.

"Patricia really hated when they implemented the new calendar system, khee hee hee! Said it made her miss a date with this lad she fancied, but it all worked out in the end. He came to find her after a while and they went steady. Never met him. Heard he was a paper boy. The kind that makes paper, mind you. Word has it that he made fine paper but I never much cared about the quality of paper."

Lilia starts floating off his chair as he becomes immersed in his own tale. He crosses his arms in thought. You stare at his exposed forehead as he turns upside-down, your pen hand at the ready in case he says anything actually useful.

"Ezekiel, though? He was a lad who was mad about paper. Oho. This was, oh, roughly 350 years ago. He penned a letter to the Shaftlands government to petition for lower taxes. About a decade after that blight incident that wiped out their food reserves. More than half their crops were being taxed and it was a brutally cold winter, he could barely afford firewood, but he still used the best parchment he could find. Said it made a stronger point to those in power. Oh, and his daughter was so angry about it!"

Lilia laughs. Three hours pass in this manner. He wafts through the air absentmindedly and bumps against your shoulder, sending him floating back in the other direction. When he drifts too far, he magically pops into another spot and makes you jump. He has a smile on his face, this is genuine fun for him.

You manage to fill in half a page with notes that seem kind of useful. You don't know how you'd source them in an essay, though, aside from "Lilia told me." You ask if he knows anything about the legendary Queendom of Roses Revolt and he launches into another unrelated story that happened around the same time about some really good chicken he once ate.

When you've had enough and the study session is over, Lilia thanks you. He gives you a piece of hard candy, its wrapper somewhat disheveled like it was in his pocket for a week. "It's important for kids like you to study hard," he says with a thumbs up. He pats you on the back before leaving. You consider asking Riddle for help the next time you have questions.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee sighed and rolled their eyes as Whumper's friends commanded them to sit. They half-heartedly sat down. Sloppily, the way they knew Whumper hated, but these idiots weren't Whumper.

"No, do it like you're supposed to", one of them crossed their arms, "what was Whumper's command."

Whumpee shrugged their shoulders. They weren't going to talk regardless, not without permission, but they had zero plans on helping these fools with that freaken command anyways.

"It was sit something", a friend thought out loud.

One of the friends got down into Whumpee's face.

"You know what we are asking you to do, so do it already", they spoke gruffly, "I'll tell Whumper you're misbehaving."

Whumpee sat like a statue, looking straight ahead, not bothering to make eye contact.

"Whumper, I think your pet is broken. They won't listen to us", friend D complained.

"What is your command where they sit really nicely?", friends B called.

Whumper came out of the kitchen carrying drinks.

"Whumpee, sit pretty for me", Whumper commanded while passing the drinks to their friends.

Whumpee adjusted how they sat to be more straightened. They puffed out their chest, pulled their knees up, and placed their hands on the floor, palms down. This pose was extremely uncomfortable and took forever to learn. Not from Whumpee being difficult, but their body not liking the stress position.

"That is one of their special commands, meaning I'm the only one they have to listen to for it", Whumper sat down, "Whumpee release."

Whumpee released with a gasp of relief, and sat down their normal way, the way Whumper wanted.

"It's a stress pose and shouldn't be used for a long period of time", Whumper smiled at their pet, "that's why only I can give it to them, so they don't get injured."

Whumpee sighed in relief that Whumper made it clear that Whumpee only needed to listen to them.

"Why do you care if they are comfortable?", friend A kicked at Whumpee playfully, "the little fucker shouldn't be treated so well."

"They're a pet. You wouldn't treat your dog so poorly. Whumpee is no different to me", Whumper frowned, "it takes a while to learn these tricks. Mostly because their body needs to be trained to do it. It would waste the time I've spent on training them if I broke them. You all know I don't like wasting time."

"What's another special trick they know", friend B asked.

"Whumpee", Whumper waited for them to look up. They made their hands into the shape of a gun and pointed it at Whumpee, "bang."

Whumpee dramatically fell to the floor and closed their eyes. They pushed their tongue out of their mouth as a finishing touch.

"Good job Whumpee", Whumper laughed.

His friends also joined in and laughed.

Whumpee popped their head up and looked at Whumper for another command.

"What's your favorite trick?", Whumper looked at Whumpee happily.

That was sneakily a command for Whumpee.

Whumpee got up and crawled away and laid down on their dog bed.

"Wh... what did they just do?", friend A frowned.

"It's a sneaky trick to tell them to go relax", Whumper grinned, "it's just funny to watch them crawl away after asking what their favorite trick is. The command combines bed and at ease."

"Whumpee, do you want a slice of pizza?", Whumper set their plate on their lap.

Whumpee looked up and nodded.

"Come here, I grabbed an extra slice", Whumper grinned.

Whumpee quickly got off of their bed and crawled to Whumper.

"Sit", Whumper waited until Whumpee was right in front of them, "good Whumpee."

Whumpee sat excitedly and looked at the pizza.

"Here, don't make a mess please", Whumper handed them the plate.

Whumpee excitedly grabbed at the pizza and took their first bite.

"What food do they eat normally?", one friend watched curiously.

"Normal human food. I'm not a monster. They need to eat food that gives their body nutrients", Whumper watched Whumpee, "normally it's a strict diet. That's how I eat, so it only makes sense to feed them like that as well. They occasionally get a treat though."

Whumpee licked their fingers happily after their last bite. They looked at Whumper, then at their hands.

"You may have another slice if you like", Whumper stood, "but you won't get any more food tonight. Two slices will definitely be enough for your dinner."

Whumpee quickly nodded, and happily crawled behind Whumper as they went into the kitchen.

"Here you go", Whumper handed them a big slice, then patted their head, "my friends will gone in a little while, then we can relax."

Whumpee looked happily at the slice as Whumper talked.

"I may even allow you to eat a cookie tonight", Whumper chuckled, "how does that sound?"

"It sounds good Master", Whumpee giggled.

"Did that thing just talk?", all of the friends yelled.

"Yes, Whumpee can speak. I just don't think they like you guys. They talk to my other friends just fine", Whumper yelled out the kitchen, "my other friends don't call them mean names though or kick them."

"Oh, come on", the friends poured into the kitchen, "make them talk again."

"Whumpee, what's your favorite trick", Whumper turned to grab a drink from the counter.

Whumpee placed their half eaten slice of pizza in their mouth and crawled between the groups legs and to their bed.

"Oh, come on", they complained dramatically.

Whumpee giggled as they sat in their bed and ate.

Whumper came out and sat down.

"I can't get them to do anything", they jokingly sighed, "such a bad pet."

"You're a liar", their friends stared longingly at Whumpee.

"Speak", one of them commanded.

"That's not the command", Whumper laughed loudly.

Their friends turned to glare at Whumper.

Whumper shrugged.

"Should have been nicer to them", Whumper sighed playfully, "maybe next time."

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ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟɪᴇꜱ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢 ����𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɴɪʀᴀɢɪx ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴏꜱ (ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ) x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴅᴏᴊᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ - ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ

Tw: talks about bullying, talks about manipulation, SMUT, public bathroom sex, oral (both giving and receiving), a bit of making out, voyeurism/exhibitionism (Thanos watching them), reader is described to have peircings like Niragi (eye brow, nose, tongue, nipples and clit), Jerking off, fingering, sharing in a way.

A/N: Is it obvious that I like the bathroom scene?

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Danger had always seemed to find you and your boyfriend, Niragi. First it was Alice in Borderlands, now theses games. You thought that you'll simply play children's game, but no. These games involved getting killed if you either didn't play them right or lost. It didn't brother Niragi the slightest, ever since Alice in Borderlands he had changed, a lot. You didn't blame him though, for years he had suffered bullying and all kinds of mistreatment. One day, he just snapped and became the guy he is now. Despite his somewhat cold and crazy self, he was still sweat to you behind closed doors. Not only that, but he was a possessive freak. He wanted everyone to know who you were with.

That's why he always had you either sitting on his lap or just had you near him. At all times. It never bothered you at all, you preferred it that way. It made you feel safe all the time. Sure, you got some stares from the other players, but you didn't care. You too wanted everyone to know that you and him were together.

That morning, or what you assumed was morning. You and Niragi were eating your food. But you couldn't help but notice how your boyfriend kept looking around the players, almost as if he was analyzing them. "People watching all of a sudden?" You asked, while looking at you. "Sort of." He responded, while he stared at that Thanos guy and that other guy who's always with him. "He caught your eye? Don't tell me my boyfriend wants a boyfriend." You teased, making Niragi chuckle and roll his eyes. "Nah, I only got eyes for you." He said, while turning to look at you. Giving you a smile. In which you couldn't help but smile and blush at the same time.

"You know, we're gonna need some allies." He said, that caught your interest. "Allies? How come?" You asked. "I mean, why not? Who knows what the next games are and I think it's good that we have other people besides us." He explained. Now that made sense. "Yeah, guess you're right." You said, then you looked at Thanos who was messing around with that friend of his. "I'm guessing you want him as an ally?" You asked. "I mean, why not. He's obviously not that bright and I can teach him the ropes." He said. "You mean, manipulate him?" You asked. "Most likely." He responded, you nodded your head. Understandingly.

Later on, you were all escorted to the next game. In which you needed five people. You and Niragi were discussing on who you should ask. All of a sudden, you heard someone call out to you. "Señorita, excuse me." You turned around and saw that it was Thanos himself with his goon and some other guy. "Lets play the game together." He said with such confidence it almost made you laugh. "Well, why should I?" You asked, somewhat playing hard to get. "Don't you know who he is? He's Thanos, the rapper." That guy spoke for Thanos. While Thanos did a small pose. "I'm gonna kill half of humanity with my raps." The guy said again, then his goon chimed in. "Hold on, a girl? We don't know what the game is." He asked, almost bothered by the fact that Thanos wanted a girl to join them.

"I, Thanos the great, will protect you."Thanos said, with a confident smile. "Right, Thanos." You said, while pretending to think. "So, have you got all the infinity stones?" You asked, still playing hard to get. "Of course!" He added. "I'm going to destroy anyone who gets in my way." He claimed and got close to you. "Just stick with me and you'll be safe. Okay?" He said, he was not going to let you go that easily. You nodded your head, but you continued your little charade. "As much as I want to, I'm teamed up with my boyfriend." You said, gesturing to Niragi who was standing there, watching the whole interaction. "No problem, who is it?" He asked, very determined to have you in his team. Regardless if you have a boyfriend or not.

You then moved away, revealing your boyfriend to him, who had a small smirk on his lips. Thanos stared at him for a bit. "What's your name?" He asked, Niragi quickly responded. "Niragi." He said. "He looks like a try hard." Thanos goon said, while trying to pull Thanos away, but Thanos didn't allow him to. He then walked close to him. "What's up, nice to meet you my brother. Welcome to the Thanos world." He said. Then he pulled Niragi into a bro hug. It was almost funny to watch in some way. "You're cute, come on." Thanos said, pulling Niragi with him. You couldn't help but chuckle when your boyfriend had been called cute by some guy.

While the first two groups went first, you and Niragi were having a small private conversation. "That was easier than I thought." He whispered. "Right, and here I thought it was going to be harder to get his attention. He just went in for the kill. Must be that confidence he likes to display." You said. "He made it easier for us." Niragi added. He was right, Thanos recruiting you both was easy. Really easy, but the difficult part was going to be brainwashing him into becoming Niragi's underling. This reminded you of Alice in Borderlands again.

After your team won the game, you were sent back to the lobby. That was where you all got to learn a bit about each other. From names an ages. You had lied, saying that you were much older than all of them, Thanos had Nam Gyu call you Noona. You didn't mind, as long as if that was what got you closer into manipulating Thanos, the better. When the food of the day was given, you and Niragi sat together alone. Thanos understood and let you guys do your thing.

"What an Idiot." Niragi said, while taking a bite from the small loaf of bread. "I mean, what else did you expect?" You asked your boyfriend. "Hm, I think they'll be a change of plan." He said, making you raise a brow at him. "Meaning?" You asked. "I saw the way he looked at you. He was practically undressing you with his eyes. He wants to screw you for sure." Niragi added. You did notice how Thanos would stare at you as if you were the only girl in the world. "So, what do you want me to do?" You asked. "Hm, flirt with him." Niragi said. That surprised you. "Just like that?" You asked. "I mean, look at him. He is practically drooling just by the sight of you. I can tell he has a weakness for pretty things like you. Nurture that weakness, be his strength and he'll worship you." Niragi said.

"What about you? You're a jealous and possessive freak." You added. "I know, but. Me and you both know that you belong with me and only me." He said, you couldn't help but smile. Then you gave Niragi a small peck, but Niragi didn't want a peck. He got a hold of the back of your neck and kissed you on the lips deeply. Shyly but confidently, you kissed him back. Both your tongues battling each other, you felt how your piercings were clanking against each other's. Sending shivers down your spine. You two were too focused kissing, that you didn't notice Thanos staring at you both.

30 minutes before bed, everyone got the chance to go to the bathroom. You were the last one to go, you were alone with Niragi, since the boy's bathroom was still packed. While you washed your hands, you felt how Niragi's hand running small circles on the small of your back under your shirt. "You know. It's been a while." He commented, while looking at you. "It has, hasn't it." You asked. While looking back at him. You took his hand and guided him into a stall. Once in the stall, you closed the door for some privacy.

Before you could do anything. Niragi pushed you against the wall. It surprised you a bit. You were then gently pushed down to your knees. Without hesitation, pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung out, with small bead of precum on his tip. "Needy are we?" You asked, cockily, while licking your lips. Niragi then got a hold of his cock and placed the tip onto your parted lips. Like always, you sucked on his tip, then moved down his shaft. He groaned softly, biting his lip as you processed to move your head up and down. His eyes rolled at the back of his head. He then intertwined his fingers with your hair and held your hair tightly. You whined around his shaft, but you continued to bob your head up and down.

You made as much saliva as you could, trying to coat his cock as much as you could. Making it more sloppy before he began to thrust his hips. "You like that don't you?" He asked, slowly beginning to thrust his hips. You slightly gagged when you felt his tip beginning to hit the back of your throat. You stopped moving your head completely. You felt how Niragi then pushed your head on the wall, then got a hold on your hair with both hands beginning to thrust into your mouth a bit roughly but not to roughly. You shut your eyes and held onto his hips. You also felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, you wouldn't be surprised if your wetness bled through your pants.

All that was heard was yours and Niragi's breathing, as well as his sloppy thrusts into your mouth. "You loved getting looked at don't you? By that purple haired fucker huh?" He asked, while staring down at you, watching how his cock was disappearing into your pretty mouth. As he continued to thrust, you carefully stuck your tongue out, your piercings running on his shaft made his whole body shiver, god he loved it. He knew convicting you to get your tongue pierced was a good idea. You were both too busy that you didn't hear the door open and close, you both stopped when footsteps were heard. Niragi then pulled out of your mouth and placed his finger on his lips to stay quiet.

He then carefully, opened the door of the stall and peaked outside. It was none other than Thanos. Nigari then opened the door, exposing what you and him were doing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Thanos said, while staring at you. Seen you in such vulnerable position made his cock twitch. "No, you're just in time." Niragi said, making you look up at your boyfriend, who then turned to look at you with a cocky smirk. You knew that smirk far to well. He had something up his sleeve. "We don't mind being watched, right?" Niragi asked you, giving you a look to play along. "Yeah, we don't mind. We actually like it." You added, while Thanos continued to stare at you. His cock hardening. You saw how he gulped down some saliva that had build up in his mouth.

"You can stay and watch, if not. You can always go, but make sure you close the door." Niragi said, then we went back to you. Placing his cock back into your mouth and slowly thrusted. You moaned around him, but you looked up at him. He simply mouthed you to 'play along' in which you did. You continued to allow him to use your mouth as if Thanos wasn't there. To your surprise, you actually liked it. Getting watched by some guy, was a new huge turn on. Nigari had seem to notice, he then moved his leg between your legs, your wet clothed pussy was rubbing up against hi leg. He felt how wet you were. He knew that you liked getting watched. He also liked it too. For some odd reason.

The whole time, Thanos watched. Shamelessly. Ever since he saw you, he knew that he wanted you. He wanted to kiss you, touch you, obviously fuck you. But you had a boyfriend, those plans were on hold. Since he had wanted you, he had an idea. To get you on his side and have you leave your boyfriend for him. But again, those plans have changed. He watched how Niragi was fucking your throat, he wanted to do that. So bad. He couldn't help it, he pulled out his cock and processed to stroke himself. Watching you both. He spat on his hand and went back to stroking himself.

Fuck, it was hot. You then processed to take off your jacket, Niragi caught onto this, then the reached down and lifted your shirt, exposing your bra. In which he also pulled up. Your tits now on display, showing off your pierced nipples. Thanos got a good view of your tits, that made him drool like an idiot. He was a tits guy. He loved tits, specially with pierced nipples. He stroked himself faster. 'Fuck' He thought, as he stroked himself even more. The more Thanos stroked himself, the faster and harder Nigari thrusted, almost matching the same pace. You almost couldn't breath, but you could breath through your nose. Niragi was rough, but not this rough. Did he too also like getting watched? He must have, this was new. For the both of you.

Before you knew it, you felt Niragi cum. Right down your throat. You moaned around him, gagging and with eyes closed shut. You stated his salty and thick load. It's been a while since you have. After a couple minutes. Niragi pulled away from you, allow you to catch your breath properly. He then turned to look at Thanos, who he too had cum and his load was on his hand and jacket. "Fuck." Thanos said, while wiping his hand on his jacket. "We're not done here." Niragi said. Then you were picked up by your boyfriend, who then sat down on the floor, with you laying between his legs. Right in front of Thanos who watched the whole thing.

Once you were lying between Niragi's legs. He then pulled your pants and panties down, exposing your wet pussy to Thanos. "Pretty ain't she? Look, she's all soaked." Niragi purred, as he spread your legs wide, then spread your wet folds. Raveling your pierced and throbbing clit to Thanos. You felt embarrassed and humiliated, but it also turned you on. Thanos remained frozen, seen you like this did all sorts of things to him. It made him go crazy, he wanted to suck your tits as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. But what he really wanted, was to taste you. How did you taste like? Did you taste like heaven? He wanted to know. He couldn't help but lick his lips.

Niragi watched him, smirking by Thanos reaction. "You want to taste her don't you?" He asked, then he began to rub your clit, making you moan and arch your back by how he rubbed his your clit. Giving them tight and firm rubs. It made your legs shiver, you've missed his fingers doing all kinds of things to you. It was almost addictive. Niragi chuckled. "Don't be shy now, you know you want to." He encouraged the purple haired guy, who continued to stare at him rubbing your clit. You watched how Thanos practically threw himself onto the floor. On his stomach and crawled towards you. His head literally between your legs. He stared at your wet pussy, engraving it in his mind so that he doesn't forget it. Niragi watched, in amusement. Loving how Thanos practically looked like a dog begging.

"Go on. Don't keep the lady waiting." Niragi said to Thanos, without a moment going to waist. Thanos much latched onto your pussy. You gasped and moaned, you felt how his tongue and mouth were lapping at you. He was eating you like a dog that haven't eaten in days. "Ah!" You whined, shutting your eyes tightly as you felt him lapping at you even more. You also felt how Niragi continued to rub your clit, still firm but quick rubs. You also felt how his free hand went for your breasts, groping and pinching your sensitive nipples. You felt how he gently tugged at your piercing. Making you quiver. It didn't help that Thanos was now sucking at your clit and even biting the piercing. "You like that don't you? Of course you do." Niragi whispered in your ear, then gave your cheekbone a small kiss of comfort.

Meanwhile, Thanos continued to eat you out. Desperately and very greedily. He was enjoying himself, a lot. You could feel how his moans vibrated against you. It felt good, almost wrong. It felt like a betrayal to your boyfriend in a way. But at the same time, he allowed this to happen. Almost as if he wanted this to happen. It confused you. You gasp when you felt Thanos tongue hitting your sweet spot. "Ah! Fuck!" You whined, your back arching your back as much as you could. You felt how Thanos held you in place, he had a grip on your thighs. Keeping them spread to have as much access as he could. He was going crazy by the minute.

Niragi laughed, seen how Thanos was destroying you. He loved seen you like this. Even if he wasn't the one making you feel that way. "It's okay, you're close. I know it." He murmured against your ear, trying to comfort you. It was somewhat working, but you'd turn your attention back to Thanos, who was still devouring you. You felt an electric type shock hit your body. You were about to cum. "Oh! I'm!" You tried to say but you couldn't. "Go on. I'm sure he'd love to taste your orgasm." Niragi encouraged you. You couldn't help it, your thighs had tighten around Thanos head, keeping him place. He didn't seem to mind, he was more busy trying to get you to cum in his mouth.

Then you did, you've cummed and Thanos drank your orgasm. You let out a shriek slash moan of pleasure. Niragi watched the whole thing. He licked his lip, watching how Thanos drank your orgasm like as if it were water and the face you made as you cummed. He loved it, every bit of it. It was sick and twisted in a way, you probably knew that by now. Thanos then lifted his head up, breathing heavily. "So, how did her pussy taste like?" Niragi asked Thanos who had a weak smirk on his face. "Like heaven." Thanos said, still breathless. His face was nearly covered with your juices. Niragi smiled at Thanos response. Making allies was easy, even easier when you were involved.

[yumeaoka-chan]

A Little Clueless

Another part to what I'm thinking will be a mini series of oneshots❤️ Come get your food @pleaktale and @the-kr8tor 🤭

Pairing: Ekko x Reader x Hobie Brown/ Ekko x Reader x Spider-Punk! Hobie Brown

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: fluff, flirting(eh), first kisses, no physical description of reader, can be read as any gender really, cursing, modern au(they're all in Hobie's universe, really)

Summary: You're confused about the relationship between you and your roommates. They're quick to remedy that.

“What are we…?”

The question slipping out of your mouth makes the two men lift up their heads to look at you, leaving the headrest called your thighs. You can feel your face heating up now at the attention you managed to draw upon yourself, mentally cursing yourself for voicing your thoughts. The movie playing on the television sounds like static to you now, a nervous sweat forming on the back of your neck as your wide eyes remain glued to the screen.

“Uh, I mean”, you stammer, trying and failing to explain yourself, given that they're looking at you expectantly. Eyebrows quirked in a questioning manner, Hobie sits upright on the couch, your hand slipping out of his hair from the movement. Laying his head back on your lap, Ekko shifts so that he's gazing up at you, confusion shining in his hazel brown eyes.

“What do you mean, trouble”, he mumbles softly, leaning in a bit to Hobie's hand that lightly scratches at his scalp. Their questioning stares are pricking at your skin and you shift ever so slightly, nervousness gnawing at your insides. Taking a deep breath, you pull your eyes away from the movie that you really weren't paying attention to anymore, willing away the flutters in your stomach. It was now or never.

“I-It's just… We don't act like normal mates”, you mutter, anxiously picking at your nails. Which is instantly stopped by Ekko grasping one of your hands, interlocking your fingers together and resting them on his chest. The action makes you blink and your breath hitch, before you shake your head and force yourself to continue speaking, trying to ignore the way your heart practically skipped a beat. Movie long forgotten about now, they both give you their full attention.

“You both have been… nice. A little too nice, actually. I mean, you take turns picking me up from work. I'm given things I want before I even ask and we're really touchy with each other. Not saying that it isn't normal for friends to be touchy. W-We also go on outings almost every two weeks, not to mention that picnic we had two days ago.” The feeling of Hobie resting his chin on your shoulder makes you tense up just a bit, the flutters in your stomach coming back ever so slightly. Taking a chance to glance over at him, you have to reign in the shyness that threatens to have you go mute at the sight of his pretty russet brown eyes gazing at you warmly. Wait, did you just call them pretty? Pretty…?

“I-It, uh, I… I know it's normal for friends to g-go on picnics and stuff. But it was such a nice one and you guys brought little candles and cooked such nice food”, you say hurriedly, trying to quickly make your point before your flusteredness got the better of you. Especially when they both let out soft chuckles, voices smooth and rich. This was starting to get out of hand. “I-I just think it was a little romantic for us just being roommates. It feels like we're d-dating, kinda…”

“Wha’ did you think we were doin’, lovie”, Hobie hums, voice deep and cool breath fanning your warm cheek. Lifting his head up off of your shoulder, you feel as he brushes his finger underneath your chin, gently turning your head to face him. Lopsided grin lighting up his handsome features, mirth gleams in his eyes and effectively renders you breathless. “‘S that wha’ you thought we were? Just good mates, all this time?” His words have you gobsmacked, mind scrambling to come to terms with what he'd just uttered. There's no way he actually meant that.

“Y-You're fucking with me… You guys don't really like me like that, right?” The weight on your lap is suddenly gone as Ekko lifts himself up now, hand holding yours pulling you a bit until you're so close to him that you can see your reflection in his sparkling eyes. A few white locs spill over his eyes and there's a smirk on his lips, amusement and something else you don't dare to think about swimming in his gaze. The sight of him makes you internally scream.

“Doubting our feelings for you? Guess we didn't do a good enough job of showing them, Hobes.” Man beside you chuckling at your roommate's words, you can't help the shiver that runs down your spine at the closeness of them both. Heart hammering in your ears, the sudden realization of everything leading to this moment threatens to overwhelm you.

“Guess so, ‘Ko. Wha’ say you, darlin’? Let us show you properly, yeah…?” Hobie's breath tickles your ear and Ekko's gentle, slightly calloused hand rests on the back of your neck. Flutters in your stomach now a violent churning storm, you swear you're dreaming. You have to be, this has to be one of the many dreams of them you'd already had. That's the only thing that would make this situation partially believable. Only, you're actually, most definitely not. Eyelids lowered and face close to your own, Ekko mumbles softly, breathily.

“Can we kiss you, baby…?” And, honestly, who were you to deny them? A nod from you was all it took before pillowy lips softly pressed against yours, gentle and sweet at first, making your eyes flutter shut. And when you leaned in for more, it grew hungry, passionate and absolutely breathtaking. Breath mingling and senses buzzing, his kiss is all taking, like he's drawing something out of you that you didn't know you wanted to give him so freely. Lips brushed along the shell of your ear as Ekko kissed you senseless, and only after he had fully gotten his taste of you completely, until you felt the full extent of his feelings for you, did he pull back, the both of you gasping for air. You were still reeling from his kiss before you were pulled into another by a hand underneath your chin.

Hobie swallows the gasp that escapes you, hunger evident in the way your lips slot together, piercing cool against your heated flesh. Your hand not held by Ekko reaches up to gently grasp the hair near the nape of his neck, making him press closer against you as he adorns you with his affection. Hobie kisses you like he's dying of thirst, like you are his only source of water and he wants to drown in you and you in him. Head spinning and breath effectively stolen, Hobie pulls back to give you both air. Blinking your eyes open, your chest heaves as you peer at him. He and Ekko, who had somehow moved during your kiss with Hobie and was currently resting his chin on the man's shoulder, both gaze at you with affection gleaming in their pretty eyes. Such pretty fucking eyes.

“Get it now, sweetheart”, Hobie huffs with a loving smile, taking a moment to press a gentle kiss against Ekko's cheek. “We're really fuckin’ crazy ‘bout you, love.” Nodding in agreement, Ekko takes your hand and brings it up to his lips, sweetly kissing the back of it and causing your poor heart to pound so hard in your chest that it practically aches. And when they both reach out to pull you into a loving embrace with you nestled between them, you want to kick yourself for ever doubting them. You wouldn't be making that mistake again anytime soon.

[jeonscatalyst]

Being part of the biggest clown shippers of the k-pop and calling others idiots is a joke a phunnyyy one at that lol.

Like you jeonscatalyst even i thought this blogger was somewhat a normal tkkr because i once got recommended their post when i was searching something, they said jikook are good friends (bare minimum) so i was like damn that's the most intellectual thing i have ever seen a tkkr say. But then i once read there clownery in jkk tag and i had to block them because i don't have patients to see the stupidity in jkk tag. they had written a whole ass Thai bl script in that post and i was like the most reaction you're getting out of me for that post is a block. i genuinely thought this one was normal and doesn't ship taekook because jikook is a company ship but of course what do we expect from sheeps? to follow one another with a blind fold on.

Taekookers should be glad that jimin isn't what they want him to be (leaning more into fanservice lol) because Who jk asked to do a live with him? To jm and what did jm do? declined the offer. now WHO asked jk to do a live with him? tae. jm said he still remembers how bam used to sleep on his arm when he was baby but who has a pic posted with bam from company? tae with a caption "I raised bam" when not even jk was able to do that given his busy schedule so bam has spent most of his time in training center he still does. so jm and other members also knew bam way before ITS 2 and given that one pic of tae and bam seems like jk took bam to the comp and jm has known bam to say how he used to sleep in his arms but did he post anything? No. when jk was happy that he'll get his first boxing partner who was he talking about? JM. who does boxing together at the same centre? jm but who has posted a video of some regular boxing practice saying jk thought him even tho jk said he was just having fun with him? Tae.

Who has been with jk on his b'day (confirmed) multiple times? Jm but has he ever posted their pictures celebrating jk's b'day ever despite jm being physically present there? Never. even when in 2022 he posted jk's pic from his home jm literally zoomed in and cropped hell out of it and if it wasn't for jin asking jk we wouldn't even know jm was there and only AFTER jk confirmed jm being there, jm posted the pic so he doesn't care what shippers wants because if he did he would be doing that but i do remember tae posting a full pic of tae and jk on his b'day even tho jk posted the cropped one. Who was it who started live when vmin were outside jk's house? tae and who asked to cut the live and not bother jk who was doing live on his own? Jimin. who was who started live at jk's home when vhopekook were there? tae but i do remember jk saying he wasn't planning on starting any live but tae did so himself and did jm start any live when he was at jk's home? never. Jm was with jk when jk did live after his GMA perfomance yet jm didn't involve himself in jk's live and let hi do his own live even though we all already knew jm was in NYC itself cause even the host of the had asked jk. but i do remember Tae entering a suchwita episode of jk even when jk went "Can you leave we're filming something important?". it wouldn't have taken much from jm to get in jk's live but both lives jk did in NYC jm never once interfered or asked jk to start a live when they were together in NYC.

Who was it that went on live talking about calling jk and about the food? but when fans asked jm if he went to eat that dish he asked for jk and jm said no mind you he could have skipped the question not choosing to say it in the first place but he chose the question and answered honestly because he quite literally doesn't give a fk about what shippers want to hear and what not. How many times has tae gone live and mentioned ONLY jk and the deep the live? too many that everyone in the fandom was making a joke about it as to how tae's always talking about jk. But i do remember jm asking jk why was he even watching his videos (jm's videos in that 1.5 hrs live jk did) and that he should have slept.

Jimin is serving with jk for more than a year now and not even a single picture he's posted of him with jk and i can guarantee them that had it been any other pair serving in military together (pair excluding jm because he wouldn't have posted with anyone but maybe that other member have posted with jm who knows but never jm) we would have seen their pics together from military. we have all members posting their pics in uniform except jm, jk and yg. if jm actually leans into FS he would have posted once every now n then but guess what? he doesn't give a shit about that.

Also they should be glad that it's jm who gives updates of him and jk from MS (tho it's nothing much that we're doing well and talking) because if we leave it upto jk then man gives updates like "As soon as i finish my work i go to jimin hyung, we go a little away from other soldiers and sing out loud ", "me and jimin hyung sang this song almost Daily while showering together". they said jm saying he talks to jk before going to bed is somehow him sexualizing so what does jk saying all that says about him if jm was sexualizing? lol. they should be glad jm doens't give updates like jk because it's easy for him to say that jk comes to me after he finishes his duty but he never said like that when jk himself said it. they should decide who's updates they prefer then because jk has a habit of telling things in detail.

Saying jm leans more into fanservice and jk is considerate of tae's feelings when jk himself has described jm's charm is him being "considerate" like?? jk himself thinks jm is the most considerate. he literally said smth like being on his own is tae's charm (something like that) while jm's charm is being considerate when asked about member's charms. so if jk thinks jm is very considerate how is he the one leaning in FS while jk is setting boundries? Literally contradicting members' own words. mind you jk himself thinks that jm's Actions is something he takes from jm as in that part of jm is seen in jk. when someone asks jk why he's so considerate he says it's because he's following jm meaning he follows jm's consideration. The man who links all of his good doings immediately to jm, how are they claiming that same person doesn't know boundries? again contradicting with what jk actually says and thinks about jm.

By making these comparisons I'm not accusing tae of doing anything but I'm just showing them that if we sit here and start using their logic maybe before jm they'd have to start question tae IF they wanna go with their logic. They should be glad jm ain't what they project onto him.

Wow anon,

When you lay everything out like this, it becomes quite clear who could actually be considered to be “catering” to shippers…if we were to follow their own logic, that is.

I’ve always believed that the members have every right to mention, post about, or visit each other as much as they please. No part of me would ever see that as catering to shippers because, at the end of the day, they know each other intimately, and we, as outsiders, do not.

Given the way you’ve outlined things in your ask, it’s almost unbelievable that Tae does all of this, yet these same people still insist that Jimin is the one pandering to shippers. It’s even more absurd when you realize that the very people accusing Jimin of catering to shippers are the same ones who have Tae as their favorite and actively ship him with Jungkook. Can you imagine the uproar if Jimin had done even a fraction of what Tae has?

From the way they talk, it’s clear that they’ve never truly listened to what the members say. Actually, scratch that—they do listen, but only when they can twist the members’ words to fit their own narrative.

It’s funny what you uncover when you take a closer look at their history.

Here, we can all clearly see and hear Jungkook explaining that Jimin is good at leaving him alone after he asks once or twice, whereas Tae will come back about thirty times. The members all agree with him on this. Based on that, who seems to struggle with respecting boundaries? Who appears more inconsiderate of Jungkook’s feelings?

Absolutely nothing Jungkook said here or anywhere else implies that Jimin disregards boundaries or is some insensitive, selfish person who ignores the emotions of his friends. But I can bet most Taekookers haven’t even seen this and those who have, have likely convinced themselves that the members only said it because it was their “job.”

You know, because apparently, it was all part of some grand plan. According to them, the members were tasked with portraying Bang PD’s favorite, “Mimi,” as an angel. Cite anything from the members own words that contradicts their beliefs, and they’ll immediately claim the boys were lying, following a script, or just “doing their jobs.” Because, of course, Bang PD founded BigHit not to create music or cultivate artists but to sign idols into contracts that require them to spend their careers propping up Jimin’s image. Forget singing, dancing, and performing…their real job, apparently, is to sit down and say the nicest things about Jimin so the world can view him as an angel🙄

[chigirisfangirl]

Vamp!Nagireo x reader (they both fall for the reader slowly)

(reader is gender natural) this is prob just headcannons? This fic mentions blood, biting, kidnapping, uhhh maybe a bit of a smut? Idk just read (mdni)

I feel like Nagi would probably tell Reo to kidnap you and use your blood as a source of food

And Reo being the friend he is for Nagi ofc he kidnaps you

At the very start I feel like Nagi would just come over to you and just bite you lazily then leave you all alone feeling dizzy, yeah he has no care at the start at all

And yeah, he would just leave you there, laying on the floor with dizziness after he sucked the living dreams out of you

Reo would most probably just pick you up and place you on a bed and then act like nothing happened

Reo would might also suck your blood a couple of times too since him and Nagi are sharing you at this point

Especially after they came home from a hard day of football, they won't necessarily hurt you?? But I feel like they won't pay much attention to you

BUT they will bite you roughly and aggressively than usual, like a wild animal finally eating after starving for days

And after that they will just avoid you for weeks until they recovered?? Whatever makes them angry ig

Reo is mostly the one who just cares for you and make sure you are fed well, cleaned well and idk, for the sake of your blood

There will also be a couple of times where both of them would bite you at the same time too which makes you twice dizzier but don't worry, Reo will take care of you

(NSFW!) And sometimes you would also be used as a stress reliever for Nagi too, he would suddenly grab you and just make you cockwarm him, letting you straddle on his lap while he's in you

(NSFW!) For Reo idk if he would use your body too?? But it depends how stressed he gets actually, sometimes he'll make you give him a handjob and once he cums, all that stress vanishes :>

As they live and process with you longer and longer, they will see you much more as a girlfriend than a food source

Reo would become more gentle with his bites and Nagi would probably just randomly cuddle you saying he misses you?? Yeah he will definitely jump on you randomly collapsing on the bed as he lets all his weight crush you down 😭

They'll slowly warm up to you and treat you better as time gets on

Reo sometimes buys random stuff for you when he goes out and Nagi wants to game with you in random times, even if you don't know how to play

Overall they'll just share you and make you their stress reliever girlfriend?? Most likely

Yeah this was short, there's a lot more in my drafts 😓 I'll get onto it later

[ereawrites]

couldn't stop thinking about this post so I wrote it.. from elrond's pov bc why not!

wc: 1.1k | cw: none

fluff, mutual?pining, dumb puppy elrond

Elrond spots the necklace nestled amongst the wares of an artisan jeweller one early autumn day - a stall he barely even glances at in his haste - and for some inexplicable reason, he thinks of you.

Well. He knows the reason. It's because the gem is the exact colour that your eyes are when you turn your head away from him and the light catches the iris just right and you practically glow - and he tries not to think too hard about the fact that he can't recall that same hue in any of his other friends' eyes.

He's in a rush, but he stops anyway. The woman is kind, motherly-looking; she laughs when he has to juggle the armful of scrolls he carries to fish the coin purse from his pocket.

"Your love is a lucky one," she smiles as she hands him the box, a soft green velvet that reminds him of your favourite cloak. "To have such a generous admirer."

Elrond blinks, and swallows. "Ah - no, it's for a friend. A very dear one, but no more."

She pats his hand gently, eyes twinkling. He's running too late to dwell on it.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

It's four days before he's able to make the time to seek you out. The box sits on his desk in the meantime, and Elrond keeps finding himself opening it. Admiring the craftsmanship, he thinks. The colour really is quite beautiful.

Four days of torturous meetings and endless papers to read over. Gil-Galad seems to take pity on him then, tells him to leave in time for the evening meal, and perhaps run a brush through his hair. Elrond laughs at that, but does it anyway.

He has to run - why must he always be running? - to catch you in the gardens before the food is served. Once, he used to join you here every evening. Now he counts himself lucky to come once in a moon's turn.

As always, you're happy to see him, welcoming him with a warm caress of his cheek. He leans into it. As always.

Your palm lingers, thumb tracing the dark shadows that have formed under his eyes before falling away. "You look tired, mellon. Somehow I sense you may be overworking yourself again."

"Nonsense. I do only as much as is required of me.", he begins, desperate to wash away the concerned furrow of your brow. It works, if only because you instead raise it as if to scold him wordlessly. "Ai. I suppose it has been a busier week than usual."

You've always been able to see right through him, and he's never been able to lie to you anyway.

The autumn breeze catches your hair as you reply, twist of your mouth and crinkle of your eyes betraying your admonishing tone. "Just a week? I haven't seen you for two. I'd half-feared our king had shackled you to your desk and condemned you to an eternity of paperwork."

"I beg you, do not speak the idea around him. He may just follow through."

You laugh, and the trees dance in response, shaking off their golden leaves. Elrond gathers your hands in his, holding them close to his chest. "But, truly - I am sorry that I have neglected our friendship of late."

Your gaze softens and you make to comfort him, perhaps, or to say that you understand - you always understand, no one knows his mind better - but he silences you by drawing the velvet box from within his robes.

"A gift?", you ask as he presses it into your palms, not taking your eyes from his. He nods. "Well... I am very upset with you."

"And rightly so.", he says gravely. Your smile warms him against the chill of the evening breeze. "I had hoped this might redeem me."

Once he gives your wrist an encouraging squeeze, you open the box, and gasp like all the air has been knocked out of you. "Oh - it's beautiful."

"It made me think of you.", he responds instantly, before he's given any consideration to how that sounds. Fool. You don't seem to notice, though, too focused on tracing a finger over the gem and watching the way it sparkles in the dying sunset light.

"Thank you, Elrond. Mae carnen. In fact, I must wear it tonight so everyone can share in its' beauty.". You press the necklace into his waiting palm, and turn from him. "Will you fasten it for me, please?"

He fumbles a little with the clasp, a far cry from his usual steady hand. It must be the cold air. Or fatigue, he thinks. He lowers the chain over your head and his heart warms at the way your hand comes up to caress the stone against your chest. "I am glad you like it."

You hum contentedly. For that moment, there is only the rustle of the leaves, the gentle lapping of water in the fountain, the distant music and chatter - the clasp does up easily and Elrond lifts your hair carefully, meaning to settle the chain against your nape. He doesn't know why the tips of his fingers linger against your skin, or why he so gently moves away the stray tendril of hair that isn't interfering at all, or why his knuckles seem to brush against your back of their own accord as he lets your hair down. The movement lets him catch just the barest hint of the scent you wear, and the breath in his throat hitches almost imperceptibly.

What is he doing?

That quiet moment is gone as quickly as it came. You turn to face him. "I would like anything in this world if it came to me from you, mellon. But this really is beautiful. I am lucky to have you."

You're close enough that he can see the goosebumps rising across your collarbones. His head is spinning. He's exhausted, he must be, more so than he realised; he hates to worry you, though, so he smiles, and says softly, "Am I forgiven, mellon nin?".

Then, you come up onto your tiptoes, steading yourself with splayed palms against his chest, and - you kiss him on the cheek, something you've done a thousand times, so - why does he feel dizzy?

"Quite.", you grin, and slip your arm into his in a well-practiced motion. "Now, let us go and find you some food. You look a little faint. I'll be having words with our king if this continues, I don't care that-"

Elrond hardly hears the rest of your tirade as you lead him out of the gardens. The realisation has hit him like a punch to the gut.

Oh. Oh.

He's in trouble.

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Can you give us some random Cass headcanons of yours?

Random Cass headcanons of mine that have no basis in anything I just like them:

Her taste in music is all over the place

She’s organized and if no one else understands her system that’s a them problem. She knows exactly where everything is.

Not a picky eater at all, but she’ll have a food or two that she’d happily eat for every meal for like four months before moving on to another one.

Enjoys creeping out criminals by staring at them in silence for a long time before quoting vines, memes, or using the most incomprehensible (to the criminals) string of gen-z slang.

Routinely accepts bribes from her brothers for a wide variety of things

Is the kind of person who just sat down at a piano one day and figured it out

Massive sweet tooth

Every single one of Tim’s friends had a crush on her at some point (to his constant dismay)

Posts nearly the least on social media but has the highest follow count (Dick will absolutely deny that he keeps trying to beat it)

Dresses amazingly well, height of fashion, or in old clothes she stole from her siblings’ safe houses that look a single wash away from falling apart and there is no in between

Is absolutely not allowed in the kitchen anymore

Terrible patient when injured (like most of the rest of her family) but easily bribed with soda and junk food. Alfred hates it but at least *someone* is staying put for more than an hour so he’ll let it slide.

Has never, ever, lost a prank war. She may not have technically won all of them, but she’s never truly lost one. It’d been a draw at the worst.

Mildly face blind but can always identify someone based on something else.

Knows she is the favorite child/sibling at least like 95% of the time and will make good use of that fact as it suits her.

Arkham inmates basically tell ghost stories about her. Bruce is so proud.

[moonysweetheart]

.☘︎ ݁˖ New Beginnings 🏠︎

summary: when Remus and Yn moved to a house near his parents. Remus realised he, Yn, their friends, and their baby on the way were beginning a new chapter on life.

remus lupin x fem!reader

warnings: none I believe, mentions of pregnancy

word count: 937

“No, James! That box goes in the other room!” screamed the girl.

“Which one?” the boy shouted back.

“The one opposite the kitchen!”

“Oh, okay. Thanks, Dorcas!”

A loud thud was heard. Lily and Marlene exchanged amused, knowing glances.

“Be careful not to break their things, Potter!” Lily called out.

“I will, my love!” he yelled back, only for the sound of a box knocking against a wall to follow, causing his friends to erupt into laughter.

“Here,” Sirius announced, breathing heavily. “The last box.”

“Thanks, Siri,” Y/N said gently, giving two pats on his back. He smiled at her in return.

“You’re welcome, dovey.”

“I thought I already had a chat with you about that, Padfoot,” Remus muttered, appearing out of nowhere—or so Sirius thought.

Remus arched his eyebrows, his expression challenging, almost threatening, though Sirius knew it was a joke. “Only I can call her ‘dovey.’”

Sirius raised his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, my good man, I was only being a gentleman.”

“No, you were being shameless.” Sirius grinned smugly at that.

“Come on, boys! I need your help organizing everything!” Y/N shouted.

“Sorry, but remind me again why you don’t just use a spell to arrange the house?” Sirius asked.

“Because Y/N wanted to move next to my parents, so my mother can help her during the pregnancy. And the Muggles would probably pass out if they saw such a thing,” Remus replied matter-of-factly.

“Just close the doors.”

“We haven’t put up the curtains yet, the windows are huge, and the only door that isn’t glass is the front one.”

“Riiight,” Sirius said mockingly, singing the word under his breath.

“Oh my God,” Lily gasped, smiling widely as Dorcas giggled behind her.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Marlene asked as she entered the room, the boys trailing behind her.

"The baby is kicking," Y/N chuckled, beaming with happiness. Remus swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her radiant smile as their eyes met.

“I am the luckiest wizard of our time,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, but just loud enough for James and Sirius to hear. The two men exchanged a satisfied glance.

“Come,” Y/N gestured for Remus to approach. “He likes it when you’re close.” And so he did.

The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, jokes, and stolen moments. Dorcas found an old camera in one of Remus’s boxes and took countless photos of them, their goofy, happy faces captured forever—memories of a home. By mid-afternoon, a strong rain began to fall, and Y/N convinced everyone to stay.

“Please, it’s our first day in our house,” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “H-o-u-s-e,” she spelled out, grinning like a child. “Not an apartment.” She jumped again. “A house.”

“I think they get it, love,” Remus said gently, watching her with an affectionate smile.

“I know, but I like saying it. And it’s only fitting that our friends spend our first day here with us.” She clapped her hands as a new idea struck her. “We can recount Hogwarts memories, play some games, and take more photos. We may be adults now, but we aren’t soulless.”

“She’s right!” Marlene called from the couch.

“See?” Y/N arched an eyebrow at Remus, who found himself smiling yet again. How could he not? She was light itself.

“And Peter is almost here,” James added.

“He really saved himself from all the hard work,” Sirius barked out a laugh.

“Let him be,” Lily scolded, hugging James at her side. “He’s in love, and his girlfriend needed him for an appointment.”

“Huh, he’d be a terrible boyfriend if he left her alone,” Dorcas muttered, examining a toy car Y/N had received from her in-laws.

“That’s right,” Marlene agreed.

“Excuses and more excuses,” Sirius declared dramatically, making his way to the kitchen to grab more food.

And so, they decided to have what Dorcas called a ‘pajama party.’ Blankets were strewn across the living room floor, and they resolved to sleep together just as they had in their Hogwarts days. Despite Remus’s concerns, Y/N insisted she would be fine.

“If anything, I’ll whisper in your ear when they’re all asleep so you can take me back to our room,” she murmured against his ear. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Alright, madam.”

And just like that, they spent the night wrapped in memories, teasing, and warm embraces—like a family should.

Y/N never did ask to go to their bedroom, instead falling asleep on Remus’s chest. He couldn’t have been prouder.

Lily and James were entangled as always, a locket around her neck revealing a photo of their two-year-old son, Harry, who was currently at his grandparents’ house. On James’s wrist—the same arm wrapped around Lily’s waist—was the wristband Harry had made for him.

Dorcas and Marlene slept side by side, while Sirius, sprawled at their feet, had Marlene’s right foot nearly on his cheek. In his chest, curled in his hands, lay a small rat—Wormtail.

They were such a beautiful family, and Remus could not have been happier. Nor could he have been more excited about his new life and the fresh chapter ahead—next to the love of his life, in the home of their dreams, near his parents, and awaiting the arrival of their child.

A happy new beginning awaited them.

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[sturniololuvz]

yeaa that's right! y/n and the triplets visit nate and you could come up with what they do it doesn't matter!

thank you for the idea , i hope y’all enjoy!!

“A Feast of Laughter”

Sturniolos + Nate x sturniolos sister

warnings : none , and before y’all say yes I know Nate is not y/ns brother , she knows that it’s her brother‘s best friend. She just looks up to him as a big brother. 

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and the Sturniolo triplets—Matt, Nick, and Chris—were getting ready to head out with their best friend, Nate. But today wasn’t just about the boys hanging out. Their four-year-old little sister, Y/N, was coming along, which meant the trip would be full of laughter, mischief, and a whole lot of adorable moments.

Y/N was practically bouncing with excitement as Matt crouched down to buckle her into her car seat. Her tiny legs kicked playfully as she giggled.

“Matty, hurry! I wanna go eat!” she whined, squirming as he tightened the straps securely.

Matt chuckled. “Relax, munchkin, we’re going. Gotta make sure you don’t fly out of the seat first.”

Chris climbed into the front passenger seat while Nick and Nate got in the back. Nate, of course, made sure to sit right next to Y/N. He always did.

As soon as the car started rolling, Nate leaned in, giving Y/N a mischievous grin. “Sooo, Y/N… I heard you love broccoli now.”

Y/N’s face twisted in horror. “Ew! No, I don’t!” she exclaimed, crossing her arms.

“Oh, really? Because I heard you asked Matt for extra broccoli at dinner last night,” Nate teased, nudging her playfully.

“That’s a LIE!” she gasped dramatically. “I would never!”

Nick smirked, glancing at them through the rearview mirror. “I don’t know, Y/N, maybe we should get you a big ol’ plate of broccoli at the buffet.”

“Noooooo!” Y/N groaned, burying her face in Nate’s arm.

Nate chuckled and took the opportunity to tickle her sides. “You better be careful, Y/N, or I might just make you a whole broccoli cake!”

Y/N shrieked, wiggling away as best as she could in her car seat. “Nate! Stoooop!”

“Not until you admit that I’m the best big brother ever!”

“No way!”

“Alright, then. Tickles for eternity!”

Her laughter filled the car as she tried to defend herself. Nick shook his head with a smile, while Matt just focused on driving, used to the chaos by now.

After a fun (and loud) car ride filled with teasing and laughter, they finally pulled up to the buffet.

As soon as Matt parked, Nate unbuckled Y/N and scooped her up. “Alright, squirt. Ready to eat your weight in chicken nuggets?”

Y/N gasped. “They have nuggets?!”

“Oh yeah,” Chris said, opening his door. “And pizza, mac and cheese, fries, ice cream—”

“I WANT EVERYTHING!” Y/N declared, wriggling in Nate’s arms until he finally put her down.

The group walked into the restaurant, and a friendly hostess greeted them before leading them to a booth. Y/N immediately slid in next to Nate, swinging her legs excitedly.

“Alright, let’s hit the buffet,” Matt said, rubbing his hands together.

Y/N puffed out her chest. “I wanna walk by myself!”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “You sure? There’s a lot of people, bug.”

“I’m a big girl,” Y/N insisted, placing her hands on her hips.

Nate smirked. “Alright, but if you get lost, you have to eat a whole plate of broccoli.”

Y/N gasped, immediately grabbing onto Nick’s hand. “Okay, I changed my mind.”

Nick chuckled. “Thought so.”

They made their way through the buffet line, where everyone grabbed their food. Nick helped Y/N with her plate, making sure to get her favorite foods—chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, and a few fries.

“Want some veggies?” he teased.

Y/N scrunched her nose. “No.”

“Too bad.” He dropped a single broccoli floret on her plate.

“NICK!” she whined, pouting up at him.

“Eat it, and you’ll grow taller than Chris.”

Chris, who was beside them, scoffed. “Hey!”

Y/N giggled but decided to ignore the broccoli for now. Once everyone had their plates, they returned to the booth. The boys immediately got caught up in conversation, catching up with Nate and cracking jokes. Y/N, meanwhile, sat quietly, munching on her food and just watching them.

She loved moments like this—being surrounded by her brothers and Nate, listening to their stories and laughter. She may have been little, but she understood that these were the people who loved her most.

Midway through their meal, Nate nudged Y/N. “You good, kid?”

She smiled up at him and nodded. “I just like being with you guys.”

Nate’s heart melted. “Well, we like having you here, too, squirt.”

Chris reached over and ruffled her hair. “Even if you’re a little menace.”

“Hey!” she pouted.

Nick smirked. “Eat your broccoli, and I’ll take it back.”

Y/N looked at the tiny green tree on her plate, then up at her brothers and Nate, who were all waiting to see what she’d do. With a determined look, she picked it up, held her breath, and took the tiniest bite.

Everyone cheered.

“WHOOO! Y/N DID IT!” Nate clapped.

Y/N grinned proudly. “I’m so brave.”

Matt shook his head, laughing. “Yeah, yeah. Now finish your nuggets, champ.”

As they continued eating, Y/N couldn’t help but feel grateful. She might have been the youngest, but she knew she had the best big brothers—and the best big brother figure in Nate.

And even though she was full, she still had room for dessert.

“Who wants ice cream?” she asked, eyes sparkling.

The boys all raised their hands.

“Let’s do it,” Nate said, scooping her up and leading the way.

As they walked toward the dessert bar, Y/N giggled, knowing that as long as she had them, every day would be an adventure.

[izzy120]

Chicken Alfredo

One-shot

Paring: Melissa schemmenti x fem y/n

Summary: y/n and Melissa were kinda work friends but also not? She does bully y/n a good amount! But they do like each other in a way. One day y/n brings a Walmart chicken Alfredo thing that you can warm up in the microwave. (If you know what I mean then you know that shit is nasty!). Melissa saw it, and forced y/n to learn how to cook actual Italian food. With the two besties of course!

Characters: Melissa, Barbara, Janine, Jacob

Warnings: use of y/n, pure fluff! Bullying- but it’s from Melissa so it’s ok, Janine & Jacob just being them,

Today, Y/N walked into school looking way too cheerful, enough for Melissa and Barbara to notice right away. Melissa leaned against a desk, arms crossed, giving Y/N a skeptical once-over.

“Hey, what’s got you all giddy today, kid?” The sarcasm was obvious, but Y/N didn’t care.

“I got one of my favorite foods for lunch today!” she announced proudly.

Melissa scoffed. “That’s it? Jeez, kid, had me thinkin’ you scored a date or somethin’.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “For your information, I could easily pull more than one date.”

Melissa smirked, poking Y/N’s forehead. “Oh yeah? What, you bag another grandma, ya little grandma eater?”

Y/N’s face turned bright red as she swatted at Melissa’s arm. “Oh, fuck you!”

Barbara let out a long, tired sigh. “Melissa, dear, would you please stop teasing Y/N?”

Melissa just grinned while Barbara tried (and failed) to suppress a laugh. Y/N huffed and walked away, making Barbara chuckle as she watched her go.

“Now, Melissa, that was quite rude… Keep that up, and she just might run off with your mother if you’re not careful.” She covered her mouth, chuckling, while Melissa grinned and elbowed her playfully.

“Hey, at least she’s got high standards.”

While at lunch, Y/N stood by the cupboards, waiting for her chicken alfredo to finish heating up in the microwave. As the timer ticked down, Melissa and Barbara walked into the lounge, heading straight for their usual table.

Melissa barely sat down before noticing Y/N and raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Hey, kid. What’re you nukin’ in the microwave?”

Y/N turned to her with a smirk. “Well, since you asked so nicely~”

The microwave beeped, and Y/N opened the door, pulling out her meal with a proud grin. “Chicken alfredo—my favorite!”

Melissa took one look at it and recoiled in horror. “What the hell is that? That ain’t Italian food… looks like it crawled straight outta hell.”

Y/N pouted as she took a seat beside Melissa and Barbara. “Well, I got it from Walmart…” She rubbed the back of her neck with an awkward chuckle. “I can’t cook, so this is the next best thing.”

Melissa stared at the plastic container like it had personally offended her entire lineage. “You oughta march yourself right back to where ya came from!”

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. “Britain?”

Melissa blinked, then shook her head. “No! Hell! You need to go back to hell! ’Cause there’s no way I’m lettin’ you eat that disgrace of Italian food in front of me, kid.”

Y/N shrugged and took a big bite. “Oops~”

Melissa turned away, pretending to gag. Barbara chuckled, already knowing where this was headed.

Without warning, Melissa snatched the bowl from Y/N’s hands.

“Hey!” Y/N jumped up, trying to grab it back, but Melissa stood up, holding it just out of reach.

“This smells—and probably tastes—like ass! No way am I subjectin’ myself to that kinda torture.”

“You’re being dramatic!” Y/N huffed, still trying to reach for it.

Melissa didn’t argue. Instead, she marched over to the trash can and dumped the entire meal.

Y/N gasped, looking between Melissa and the camera crew in shock. “What the fu—”

Before she could finish, Melissa shoved a spoonful of actual Italian food into her mouth.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she chewed, letting out an involuntary moan. “Oh my God… this is amazing! What is it?”

Melissa smirked. “It’s called Penne alla Vodka, and it’s homemade—none of that store-bought garbage.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled. “Can I have some more?!”

Melissa scoffed. “How ‘bout I do ya one better? Why don’t you come to my house, and I’ll teach ya how to actually cook, kid?”

Y/N was about to answer when Janine suddenly chimed in.

“Melissa, can we help you? I really wanna learn how to cook like you!”

Then Jacob jumped in too. “Oh! Me too! I really wanna learn so I can make something for my boyfriend! He would love it if I brought home some leftovers like that! He’d probably go on a whole tangent about the cultural significance of a homemade meal—honestly, I’d eat it up.”

Melissa shot them both a glare. “No—”

“Of course! It would be so fun if we could all hang out!” Y/N beamed at them.

Melissa groaned, looking over at Barbara for backup.

Barbara just sighed, shaking her head. She knew exactly what had happened. Melissa had set this whole thing up just to get some one-on-one time with Y/N.

And it had completely backfired.

At Melissa’s house.

Soft knocks echoed from the door, and Melissa instantly knew it was Y/N. With a sigh, she walked over and pulled it open—only to freeze in place.

Y/N stood there, grinning, dressed in a white apron with “Kiss the Chef” plastered across the chest. Her hair was tucked under a black hairnet, and she looked way too excited.

“I’m here!” Y/N announced cheerfully.

Before Melissa could even process it, Janine and Jacob popped out from nowhere.

“Oh! Uh, hi! Yep, we’re here too! Just, you know, also existing in this space!” Janine yelped.

“Affirmative!” Jacob chimed in. “Present and accounted for! Part of the group! Not to be overlooked!”

Melissa scowled, then scoffed. “Oh, great. I gotta teach a bunch of jabronis how to cook. This is gonna be a disaster.”

With a dramatic sigh, she stepped aside, letting them in. As Y/N walked past, Melissa reached out and smacked the hairnet off her head.

“Hey!” Y/N protested, glaring at her.

Melissa just rolled her eyes, stuffing the net into her pocket. “Oh, no, no, no. You are not wearing that in my house. I got standards.”

Y/N huffed and, in retaliation, accidentally stepped on Melissa’s foot. Without missing a beat, Melissa grabbed the front of Y/N’s shirt and yanked her straight into the kitchen.

Janine and Jacob exchanged a wide-eyed glance.

“Oh!” Janine whispered excitedly. “Did Melissa just completely ignore Y/N’s kicking? Like… not even a single cuss word in Italian? Not even a little one?”

Jacob smirked. “Gasp—” he actually said the word gasp. “I think she did… which is honestly impressive. But, uh, should we maybe—just hypothetically—try to get them together? You know, as a fun little social experiment?”

Their grins grew in unison.

“Yes, yes! A hundred times yes!” Janine practically vibrated with excitement. “This is exactly the kind of thing I was born to do!”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Melissa scowled at whatever scheme those two were undoubtedly cooking up. This was gonna be a long night.

The kitchen was bustling with activity as Y/N, Melissa, Jacob, and—of course—Janine worked together to make Chicken Alfredo.

Jacob was mincing the garlic with intense focus (a very tiny type of cut, to be exact), while Janine handled boiling the noodles like it was the most important task in the world. Melissa was in charge of the sauce, stirring with practiced ease, and Y/N was busy chopping up the chicken—if you could call it that.

Y/N had one eye squeezed shut and her tongue slightly sticking out in concentration, making her look like a cartoon character. Melissa glanced over mid-stir, catching sight of the ridiculous expression. With a scoff and a smirk, she put the spoon down and walked over, standing directly behind Y/N.

“The hell kinda cutting is that?” Melissa huffed, watching Y/N struggle with the knife. “Even my sister could do better—and she once brought a disgrace of a dish to my grandma’s funeral. Absolute embarrassment.”

Before Y/N could protest, Melissa reached out, wrapping her hands over Y/N’s to guide the knife properly. The movement was natural, but suddenly, Y/N could feel Melissa’s breath near her neck, her firm grip steadying her hands. Her face warmed slightly, but she focused on the chicken, ignoring the fact that Melissa’s arms were practically around her.

Across the kitchen, Jacob and Janine stared, their eyes comically wide—like something straight out of an anime.

But before the moment could linger, Y/N abruptly elbowed Melissa in the stomach.

Melissa reeled back with a grunt, clutching her abdomen. “God damn, kid! If you didn’t want me touchin’ you, you coulda just said so! No need to get all punchy about it!”

Y/N turned around, biting her lip, looking somewhat guilty—but also thoroughly amused.

“I’m… pfft—” She tried to hold it in but ultimately burst into laughter.

Melissa rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smirking. “Yeah… sure. You’re real sorry.”

The rest of the night was nothing short of amazing. They talked, they laughed, and they just enjoyed each other’s company. It was a fun, easygoing evening—except for one tiny, glaring problem.

Janine and Jacob were beyond frustrated with Melissa. She kept getting chance after chance to just man up and kiss Y/N—so many chances! And yet, every single time, she let them slip right through her fingers. They even tried to help, nudging her along, dropping hints so obvious a brick wall would’ve caught on. But nothing.

By the end of the night, they just couldn’t take it anymore.

They were in the middle of a game when Jacob suddenly shot to his feet, exhaling the most dramatic sigh.

“I can’t do this anymore! Melissa, I know you like Y/N! You’re practically over the moon for her! And you, Y/N—I swear, some days I genuinely wonder how you manage to keep your emotions in check! At this point, you’re both just acting like a couple, but without all the kissing! And honestly? It’s driving me insane! So, please, for the sake of my sanity—fix it. Right now. Just kiss already!”

The room fell silent.

Y/N and Melissa sat there, eyes wide, faces burning red.

“E-excuse me?…” Y/N stuttered, blinking rapidly.

Melissa crossed her arms, furrowing her brows in pure denial. “W-what the hell are you talkin’ about, Jacob?”

Janine groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “Ugh! I swear, you guys!”

And before either of them could react, she shoved Y/N straight into Melissa.

Their lips collided.

Y/N’s eyes went comically wide at first, but then Melissa’s hands instinctively found her hips, steadying her. The shock faded, and Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as Melissa—ever the overachiever—deepened the kiss without hesitation.

Janine and Jacob exchanged the most victorious grins.

They did it.

After all that hard work—finally.

This is a little shorter than usual! So my apologies. Also school and shit has been getting to me so I haven’t been able to write as more! It’s quite sad to be honest! Hopefully I can get my brain juices working again soon!

[areswasneverhere]

romᥲᥒᥴᥱ oᥒ thᥱ sιdᥱ

i’ve never used tumblr, idk how to make this look nice-

Summary: Sam finds a part-time job to make a living and meets a sweet coworker who steals all his time and his heart.

Pairings: Fast food worker!Sam Winchester x coworker!reader. Set right before season 1, therefore Stanford!Sam. coworkers to lovers kinda. f!reader. height difference. Finally glasses wearing!reader.

warnings: fluff, use of (y/n), brief mention of body insecurity, not edited

word count: 3.6 k

-this is my first real oneshot because i haven't written fics in so long, bare with me and give me advice or comment. i love love this community so pls do mwah <3

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study, work, sleep. that's all you do at this point in your life. after moving out of your shitty household, away from your family to finally have the independence you always craved.however, you didn't expect this freedom to get you to be working the night shift in a fast food place on the side of the road, near your college dorms just to make 10 bucks an hour. your mother called it “honest work”, you called it bullshit. 

the days blurred together; class, work, study, sleep – if barely 4 hours counted as sleep. you wake up at six, chug coffee (that never seemed strong enough), sit through lectures half-conscious, clock into a job you hate, go home, repeat. it's mundane, but you told yourself that this was adult life now. it's the freedom you had been craving right? so you didn't complain.

you thanked your lucky star every day that your parents begrudgingly paid for your studies. not many had that. they worked harder than ever to continue to pay for your tuition, extra hours and all. deep down, it made you feel kind of bad. it's one of the reasons why you signed up for that stupid job you hate anyway. to help them in any way you could, because you could see the dirty looks they gave you every time they paid for your studies. you hated being codependent so might as well show them you're not a complete disappointment.

after finishing your studies, you put on the flashy yellow polo shirt with the bland logo on your left pec; unconsciously tugging at its mid section that highlight the squish of your body in ways that make you feel uncomfortable. you scoot into your jeans and reach for your glasses on the nightstand, putting them on comfortably on your nose bridge. let's get this show on the road.

and sam, poor sam, he on the other hand was stressed the fuck out. he wasnt supposed to be here, he was supposed to be buried nose deep in law text books. or spending his nights in the library. maybe to prove to himself - or to his dad - when this was all over that he was still useful and independent like a normal person. but sam was far from normal and that was clear.

“you think life’s hard, sammy? Try hunting things that wanna rip you apart.” either his brother or dad would have said, but he didnt care. he wanted a family, but he didn't have the luxury of it. instead he was standing under the flickering fluorescent lights of the fast food joint he found to work, wearing a name tag with a name that barely felt like his own; ‘sam winchester’. 

sure he was far from home, far from the stress of his family but deep down he still felt like he was running. running from what? maybe his responsibilities. no. it wasn't his responsibility to pick up after his father. 

he wasn't looking forward to being the new guy at work, once again having to be thrown into something he'd just have to adapt to. but it wasnt so bad. he had friends in his university, the same one you happened to go to. he had jess, brady, zach, and luis. it wasn't all bad. he bet zach would have a laugh if he saw how ridiculous he looked in this awful uniform. 

his boss was talking, but he was barely listening, his thoughts too clouded by sleep as they walk down the backrooms of the restaurant and towards the kitchen. where coincidentally, you just walked into. and oh boy the moment he spots you, its like a breath of fresh air, you looked around the same age as him and just as tired. maybe he wouldn't be such a sore thumb in this new job after all. 

you clock into work, waving at your coworkers with a polite smile like you always do. according to your boss, this friendly nature and facade was one of the reasons you were always ‘employee of the month’; you almost scoff at the idea. you, a student doing the bare minimum to survive got you this title. It really shows how shitty this joint is, how little effort the employees put in. this ‘hard earned’ title is also the reason why you spot your boss and a tall young man wearing the employee uniform standing by his side walking towards you with purpose.

“(y/n), we've got a new employee joining our team. As an employee of the month, i want you to train him and show him the ropes, alright? good luck” he says without a breach for protest or a reply. you stand there for a few seconds, rather awkwardly as you and the pretty boy in front of you stare at each other. you push up your glasses, pursing your lips ever so slightly as you think of something to say. this was never asked of you, you were used to just keeping your head down and doing your job, now you were being asked to train a new employee. that's fine.

 “Hi.” he greets first, extending his hand politely. this act made your shoulders relax, the warm tone in his voice was enough to break the awkward silence. you are quickly drawn to his eyes, sweet, puppy dog green-brown eyes. it was actually overwhelming as you instinctively look him up and down. 

you clear your throat, jerking your hand forward and grasping his hand; shaking it ever so slightly. you hear him let out a quiet chuckle, your cheek flare in embarrassment as you realize he's laughing at your awkwardness. but it isn't mocking, it's genuinely sweet. “hi! uh-so…im (y/n)” you finally cut through the silence you allowed to linger for far too long.

“sam” he replies kindly, so kindly it made you want to squish him. cuteness aggression. “you'll…train me?” he adds, eyes darting down to your still joined hands. but he didn't pull away, surprisingly enough, but you do as to maintain professionalism even though every inch of you was begging for you to just hold this cute boy's hand. 

“yup, thats what – yeah thats what im here to do – yes.” you stutter out, scolding yourself internally for acting like this. it made you feel like a weirdo. this boy walks into your life, and within a few minutes makes you feel nervous. you love it. “come” you add, swiftly, turning on your heels and walking down towards the staff down near the back of the building just for some basic instructions to get him on his feet.

the next 2 hours were actually fun. he made training feel like bonding rather than work. you help him with the basics; food safety, customer service, register training, efficiency, all the things that keep this crappy fast food joint up and running like the good employee you are. you two manage to talk so much about your lives during that time, that you don't think you've laughed that much in forever. 

you wipe down the counters, the restaurant’s flow of customers slowing down just enough for you to do a general sweep of the kitchen and keep up with the health and safety protocols bestowed upon you. your wrist starts to hurt as you wipe down the counter next to the grill, eyes darting to sam as he readies to cook more of the burgers, which you had taught him to do. “this job is gonna kill me” you mutter, half joking and gently rolling your wrist around as it starts to get sore from all the effort being put into wiping the single smudge of grease on the counter. “feels like ill spend my entire life here, like i aint moving forward, you know?”

sam exhales a laugh, his hand pausing their movements on the grill as he takes in your words. he knew exactly how that felt, its how he used to feel every day living with his dad and brother. more his dad. john winchester was never known for being warm. “yeah, i get that.” he agrees, pausing for a beat to think. “i guess im just used to it, you know. moving, working, not really having the time for – you know, a life” 

his words piqued your interest, putting the dirty rag in the water bucket to pay full attention to him. “yeah? how come?”

“my family business.” he shrugs lightly but it felt forced. “my dad mostly. he had me and my brother in the…hunting business since we were little, town to town, never settling down.” he scrapes crumbles of dried burger buns from the counter absentmindedly, thoughts consuming his head. “this whole…stanford thing is probably the longest i've settled down without him breathing down my neck”

his tone makes your heart clench, though you've only met today, it felt like you knew this boy more than most of the people in this job and your university combined. to be fair, you didn't meet many people. you walk over to the side of the kitchen, sounds of cutlery and pots banging in the background seemed to fade with the importance of your conversation. “thats why you got this job?” you ask cautiously

“yeah. mostly. i just wanted to do something normal.” he confessed, shifting on his feet and following your activity by grabbing the spatula sitting by the grill and going back to what he was practicing previously; flipping patty’s. “no hunting, no family to worry about…even if its –” he gestures to the air around us, glaring at the fluorescent lights above. “this. even if it kind of sucks” you stifle a chuckle, knowing he was right. it surprised you how much this boy and you were alike but also so different. it was a breath of fresh air. 

you felt like you already knew a lot about him, not all the details, but enough to make you want to dig up more. he was struggling to flip a burger with the spatula. you were watching in amusement by the side of the room, admiring him as he sticks his tongue out and attempts to wedge the spatula under the patty one more time before giving up. “here, let me help” you call out loudly enough for him to hear you but not loud enough to be annoying; the unconscious insecurity of being heard after all. you reach him in a quick few steps, standing beside him and placing a gentle hand on top of his holding the tool.

with practiced precision, you help him push the spatula under the meat patty and swiftly flip it over. your eyes are locked on the food in front of you, not realizing the intimate position you've put both of you in. “ah yes, the mighty spatula is rather hard to work with” you muse lightheartedly, earning a laugh from Sam above you which sends a sense of pride through you.

“this is a weapon i cannot handle” he replies back in the same tone, playing along with you as you work the food for him. your grip on his hand was comforting, warm. it was rare for him to allow this kind of physical contact, but it just felt right with you. and you felt the same. 

by the time you realized the position you were in, it made your heart skip a beat. eyes slowly wander up, finally taking in the prominent height difference between the two of you. your eyes meet and it just feels so sweet, warm. a flicker of understanding passes through the two of you, a desire to want to be around each other without fear of judgement or embarrassment. you remember the words he said earlier, feeling the need to speak, you do. “for what its worth, i think its impressive. your independence…and you're not half-bad at flipping burgers” you tease affectionately which sparks another genuine chuckle from him. 

sam feels the tension on his shoulders melt away. “yeah you think so?” he purred. 

“no, you still suck. but you’re getting there” you reply playfully, both of you laughing together. your eyes catch a smudge of ketchup on his cheek, you had no idea how it got there but you instinctively reach to wipe the condiment from his cheek with your other hand.

it makes him flinch for a split second, making you pause. but then he leans into your palm, your thumb continuing its previous motion and wiping the ketchup from his cheek ever so gently. your hand lingers for longer than necessary, but he doesn’t seem to mind. the smile on his lips growing wider, seemingly excited. it makes your face burn and you pull away, dropping both your hands to your side.

you slowly peel yourself from him, letting out a hearty laugh and fixing the tacky uniform; tugging at its collar as the air around the two of you seems to shift. sam’s eyes cast down for a split second, seeming almost disappointed that you had pulled away. “thanks” he mutters back, eyes back at you. he refused to look away, drawn to you so suddenly as if you were everything he ever needed. 

but before either of you can acknowledge what was happening, you smell fire and hear sizzling. your gaze falls on the patty, gasping as you see it burst into small flames. sam yelps and instinctively pulls away from the grill, waving the spatula around before both of your gazes fall on the fire extinguisher. 

“shit!” you hiss, taking a few steps back from the grill. he acts faster than you, reaching for it while you stand there wide-eyed. WHOOSH. the fire extinguisher goes off loudly, covering everything. by everything, you mean everything. the fire, the grill, and you. the fire was gone but so was the meat we were preparing and your uniform covered in white foam.

that was until the boss burst into the kitchen, looking pissed off but mostly worried for us. “what the hell is going on here?!” he shouts, rightfully so, to be honest, you think. his eyes fall on the charred patty, the grill and you covered in foam while sam holds the extinguisher like a weapon. 

you look over at sam to gauge a reaction out of him just to see him already looking at you. a crack of a smile breaks his look of fear, your face mirrors his until you both break into quiet chuckles. these chuckles grow into belly laughs as you lose it, sam places the fire extinguisher on the floor as you laugh at the idiotic situation you found yourselves in. 

you two didn't get into nearly as much trouble as you thought you would, it just put a microscopic stain on your reputation as an employee and put sam to a bad start. but it seemed to be alright with both of you as you walked back to the dorms of Stanford together at about 7pm.

the night was chilly, grey clouds coating the skies as you two walk side by side in comfortable silence. the moment he found out you go to the same university, he offered to walk you to your dorm building and you agreed without hesitation. skip out on this cute guy walking you? no way.

“i swear my feet are so tired, if one more person asked for extra pickles i was gonna lose it…” you murmur under your breath, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips which sparks a softer one from him almost in agreement. “today was so busy, how are you not exhausted?” you ask, adding onto your previous statement. 

he shrugs ever so slightly, grinning down at you with a bashful expression. “guess im just built different” he muses, you bump your hip with his in return. “or maybe i just wasn't running around as much as you were, you were all like-” he mimics your stressed-out movements, working in an imaginary station which makes you playfully roll your eyes. 

you nudge him with your elbow, biting back a soft grin. “hey, i'm not the rookie here, rookie” you emphasize, he elbows you back in return, his laugh is louder this time. the both of you were internally over the moon; proud you could make each other laugh like this not knowing the other was simply happy with the company.

it was like neither of you wanted to reach your dorms, steps trailing slower than normal. the silence between you two seemed to stretch out comfortably - but you decided to break it. “so stanford?” you ask calmly, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jacket. well, his jacket. the one he insisted you wear after he sprayed you with cold foam.

sam exhales, “well, i needed to get away from my family in some way. where i ended up didn't matter as much” he replied, eyes casting down at the ground as you walk.

“i can understand. your dad doesn't seem like the supportive home-y type” you sympathize, recalling the few things he mentioned about his dad back at the diner. this makes him deflate, guilt stinging your chest as you realize you might have pried too much. “hey, im sorry–” you add quickly, placing a comforting hand on his bicep

to your surprise, he leans into your touch, like hes been carrying this weight for too long. “no, you're okay.” he murmurs. “you're right. my dad isn't really the homey type” he agrees, eyes finally darting from the ground, up at you. well, down at you, again considering the man was a giant.

for a moment, he hesitates as if debating whether to keep going. wondering if you would even care. but the look in your eyes said you would. “my brother…wanted me to stay.” he mutters again, eyes staying locked in yours as you walk. ”i don't think he even knows if i’m alive.” he admits. for a moment it felt like you were the only person he could confide in and vice versa.

“you know…it's so easy to talk to you” sam adds warmly. you could sense the nervousness but genuine interest flowing from him like waves. your hand drops from his arm, brushing against his hand with a feather-like touch for a split second. that split second felt like fire, welcoming fire. 

your nose crinkles ever so slightly at his words, pride and relief rushing through you at his reassuring words. you felt…excitement and triumph. the way he looks at you, his touches and his warmth are all signs that maybe, just maybe, this cute co-worker of yours actually likes you. and before you knew it, you were standing under the arched entryway of your dorm building.

you stop by the entry doors, turning your back to them and facing sam with a grateful smile. he returns it shyly, boldly taking your hands in his. his thumbs run across your knuckles, committing their soft surfaces to memory. he brings your hands to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on them. “thanks for letting me walk you…” he mutters, his voice blending in perfectly with the atmosphere. the crickets, the almost nonexistent breeze of the night.

“you're always welcome to do so” you reply, keeping the intense eye contact from before. you feel the thumping of your heart, growing louder and louder.

“i guess i'll see you tomorrow?...” he continues after a few moments of silence. your palms were clammy but you felt emboldened by his words, placing your hands on his shoulder and using it as leverage to reach his cheek. you hesitate for a few seconds but press up on your toes and brush a quick, warm kiss on his left cheek. his skin was so warm under your lips, you almost didn't want to pull away. but when you do, his eyes are wide with wonder as if he wasn't expecting it but it definitely wasn't unwelcome. 

“...tomorrow” you agree under your breath, slowly pulling your hands from his and stepping back. your hands fumble behind you as you reach for the door knob without looking away from him. the way his uniform hugged his arms, the way it dipped to show the smallest patch skin just below his collar. you wanted to remember it all night. “night sam…” you call out, finally opening the door and stepping into the building. 

sam steps back, eyes lingering on your figure as you walk into the building. a soft sigh escapes his lips, a breath he didn't know he was holding this entire time. it dawned upon him that maybe this whole experience didn't have to be forced. maybe work won't be completely unbearable, not when nights with you like this exist. and little did he know, you felt the same. 

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[berfgrimm]

745: dinner | choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x reader

pairing: choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

warnings: smut, some dirty talk, public orgasm, toys.

note: alright i know I have like 100 different things i should have posted before this but I couldn’t stop myself when I started writing this last night. as always i appreciate everyone reading and taking the time to interact. thank you for making it such a welcome environment for me to write in.

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You have no idea why you agreed to this. Being embarrassed in public wasn’t your idea of a good time, but you think it has to do with the fact that you’d do anything that Seunghyun asks you to do. You trust him implicitly, which has proven to be a stupid idea at this exact moment where you find yourself out to dinner with Seunghyun and his bandmates while you’re wearing a pair of vibrating panties.

These panties were not your decision from the jump. You were comfortable with all of your other toys and using them with Seunghyun so far has been eye opening. But these? Of course they were his idea. He found them in a shop while on tour and brought them home to you with a grin on his face, proud of himself.

“No way,” you remember saying, while you looked down at the packaging that you held in your hand. “Where do you expect me to wear this?”

Seunghyun gave you a list of places he wanted you to wear them: on a date, when he was on tour and you were stuck at home, when you are watching him on stage, when you’re out to dinner with friends. Outwardly, he was far more excited than you were, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on just a little thinking about it.

That is until this moment: walking with Seunghyun and his bandmates towards a table in a fine dining restaurant, where you can feel the hard plastic of the vibrator in your panties with each step. You’re on high alert, because your adoring boyfriend has been acting more aloof in the last several minutes — you know he’s scheming, trying to find the perfect time to start fucking with you.

When you reach the table, you think that Seunghyun will sit beside you as he usually does, but to your surprise, he instead sits directly across from you, between Taeyang and Jiyong. This leaves you sitting next to Daesung, which you wouldn’t complain about any other night. Except tonight.

Idle conversation feels complicated to you as you stay braced for whenever Seunghyun will decide to start his torture. Still, after your food orders are placed, you try your best to join the conversations around you until you finally begin talking with Daesung about a movie that he wanted you to watch.

You don’t realize that you’re finally relaxing, too caught up in your discussion with Daesung, that you don’t sense it coming. He waits until you bring your drink to your mouth, just as the rim of the glass touches your lips, when he starts.

The vibration happens so suddenly, it makes you jump. You gasp in surprise when it happens, accidentally inhaling some of your drink in the process; you firmly set the glass down again, coughing as you try to breathe.

“Are you okay?” Daesung asks, clearly concerned. You give a quick nod, finally able to clear your throat and take a deep breath.

“I’m good,” you rasp, swallowing hard as you realize that the vibration has stopped. When you glance around at the others, you find their eyes on you, checking that you’re okay. “Sorry,” you say, sheepishly, already feeling embarrassed. “The drink…I just…sorry.” You lock eyes with Seunghyun across the table, finding a worried look on his face — well, worry mixed with clear amusement.

“Careful, baby,” he says. You feel yourself flush as you watch him; he blinks slowly, this faint, smug smirk on his lips that you normally love to see but tonight, you’re nervous. Especially when he lowers his gaze to his phone again.

This time when the vibration hits, you’re prepared. It’s soft at first, just a barely-there hum of a vibration, but it still flows through your sensitive skin, into your thighs. You inhale sharply, but manage to not draw attention to yourself again by casually turning your head away from the table, as if you’re looking around.

The vibration is steady and you find yourself already wanting more. You shift your hips forward trying to press yourself against the small device in your panties. Looking at Seunghyun again, you find his eyes on you already, that smugness now absent from his lips but still very clear in his eyes.

Saying that Seunghyun could get a little cocky in these situations would be an understatement. His ego would show in other situations, sure, but when he has you right where he wants you…he’s proud. He loves to know that he can give you the pleasure that you deserve. But he also gets turned on knowing that you’ll do anything that he asks you to do…that you are desperate for him, you’ll take anything you can get, anywhere.

You notice that his hands have fallen into his lap, out of sight beyond the edge of the table. He also takes his eyes off of you, now focused on a conversation between Jiyong and Taeyang, pretending that he’s disinterested in you for the moment.

That’s when the vibration kicks up a notch. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to contain the vibration against your now wet center. You let out a huff to mask your whimper, feeling a flush break out all over your skin. You press your forearm to the table in front of you to lean forward, hoping that angling your hips would apply some more pressure.

Being in public like this, you feel mixed sensations. You are embarrassed, because of course you fucking are, you can’t compose yourself. But you also like the idea of Seunghyun needing to get you off so badly that he does it in front of his friends. In secret.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Taeyang’s voice breaks you from your thoughts, and you hope that your face doesn’t show the panic that you feel in that moment.

“Yeah,” you reply, nodding. “I think I’m getting a, uh—a headache.” Your friends give a few sympathetic mutters and nods, except Seunghyun whose small smirk briefly returns to his lips at your lie. “I’ll be fine,” you add, hoping that Seunghyun takes the hint and gives you more.

“Do you need something?” he asks. “You look tense. Maybe try relaxing a little bit.” If you could do something to wipe the smug look off of his face, you would, but he’s got the upper hand — you’re all his. And he cranks the vibration up again to prove it. Your lips part and you pull in a breath that you try to turn into a sigh.

“Good, good idea,” you nod, speaking softly. “Thank you.”

You both know you’re not thanking him for the advice. It’s the first time you’ve ever thanked him for giving you pleasure and from the way he licks his lips in response, you think that you’ll have to try it again in the future.

Seunghyun places his arms on the table, setting his phone face down, and folding his hands, once again checking out from his interaction with you. You remind yourself to tell him off later, but for now you try to get more from what vibration he’s afforded you. Staring down at the table in front of you, trying desperately to hide the way you’re gently rocking in your seat.

“What do you think?” Jiyong’s voice now cuts through, and it takes all of your might not to groan in frustration.

“Sorry, I must have zoned out,” you mutter, your voice sounding weaker now. “What did you say?”

You try your best to focus on what Jiyong says, but the vibration against your clit makes your body feel numb. The words don’t all register in your brain, but you pick up on why you can: drinks, club, dancing. You nod in response, finally making eye contact with Jiyong to give him a small smile.

“That sounds great,” you say, grabbing your glass to take a drink, hoping it will cool you down.

Feeling no relief, you drop your gaze back to the table to Seunghyun’s phone, internally begging for him to please just turn the vibration up before you pass out. Your heart jumps when he places one hand on top of the phone, but he doesn’t pick it up; instead he rubs his index finger along the top edge of his phone case.

It’s clearly intentional, and you don’t bother to hide the annoyed look on your face. Until you start to pay more attention to his hands at that moment. The gentle stroke of his finger mixed with the vibrator gives you a new sensation — something that makes you let out a wistful sigh that ends in a very slight whimper.

Seunghyun is nothing if not observant, so he notices your reaction to his hand. This drives him to tease you more by using his other hand to mindlessly fidget with the rings in his fingers.

Fucking asshole, you think, wanting nothing more than to feel his fingers inside of you right there.

Your discreet grinding and squeezing begin to pay off, though you’re sure the thoughts of getting figerfucked also help, and you feel the tightening in your stomach. You hope if you give him a pleading look, then he’ll relent and give you what you’re desperate for, but he’s not paying attention to you again.

You find yourself with an urge to grab the edge of the table and use it as leverage to roll against the vibrator, but no, that would be too much. Instead, you place your palms against your thighs, and try to soothe yourself by slowly rubbing up and down, from your knees back to your upper thighs, over and over. You can see from the corner of your eye that Daesung is caught up in the conversation with the others, which you’re thankful for; he’s less likely to notice just how strange you’re acting. Unfortunately, the rubbing does nothing to calm your nerves, but only intensifies the fire within you. You need something else.

You decide to make a move that could be risky. You scoot your chair closer to the table, a task more difficult than you expected it to be because putting your weight on your weak legs did not inspire confidence. Once you’re further under the table, you slide one of your legs in front of you until your foot makes contact with what you hope is Seunghyun’s shoes. When he glances towards you, it gives you the confirmation you need to take the next step.

You slip your foot from your shoe, thankful that it was an easy task. When you slide your foot along Seunghyun’s shin, you can see him flinch slightly — he definitely wasn’t expecting it, but he scoots his own chair closer to the table to close the distance.

Your foot slides higher and higher until you can press it to the edge of the chair, between his open legs. This is what gets a reaction out of him; he reaches under the table and grasps your ankle to stop you, while also shooting you a warning glare. Your eyes cut down to the phone on the table, once again hoping that he gets the hint.

This time, he picks up the phone and fiddles with the screen for a moment before the vibration intensifies. It’s not enough. You feel like you’re so close and you just need release so that you can focus on making it through dinner. You use your best pleading eyes to get Seunghyun to cave but he won’t budge again.

Your boyfriend likes to tell you that he knows your body just as well as you do, and in moments like this, you’re sure he’s right. He doesn’t want it to be easy for you and he wants it to feel fucking amazing, but the only thing on your mind is coming. You helplessly watch him set the phone face down again, but his hand that holds your ankle now begins to gently stroke your skin.

Fuck, his hands are so soft, and their featherlike touches along your flushed skin drive you even crazier. You picture his hands all over you: choking, spanking, fingering, anything. It makes your head spin from the overstimulation, so you drop your leg from his lap in an effort to gain some control over your body again.

The vibration between your thighs increases again, and you realize you have your eyes closed. When you look in front of you, eyes connecting with Seunghyun’s, you mentally beg him to get you off. Your body feels like it’s trembling, and you have no control over it because the vibration is still not enough.

Your brain is foggy and everything around you seems to distort into noises until you hear Seunghyun speak. You’re unable to fully focus on the words but you know he talks to Daesung and before you know it, the two men begin to switch seats. If your surroundings were a little quieter, you’re sure that everyone would be able to hear the way your heart pounds in your chest as you watch your boyfriend take the seat beside you. Fear, excitement, embarrassment, arousal — you aren’t sure which is the driving force behind your reaction, though, realistically it’s all four.

“You must be in a lot of pain. Are you okay, baby?” You love when his voice sounds like this: playful, almost mocking you. Seunghyun places his hand on your back and you jump in response, not prepared for the contact. “Easy,” he mumbles, setting his hand on the back of your chair instead. “You’ve been doing a good job. Don’t spoil it now, baby. You’re so close.”

“I fucking…” you trail off, breathless as the vibration starts to become unbearable. “I can’t…please.”

In your haze, you notice Seunghyun picks up his phone and taps around on the screen for a few moments. You brace for more vibration but it doesn’t happen; he sets the phone down again and focuses on the conversation of his friends. He’s a fucking tease.

You can’t take it. You rock your hips as discreetly as possible, desperate for something, hoping that this will give you what you need. You set your elbow on the table, propping your forehead against your hand and closing your eyes. You feel Seunghyun lean closer to you, his breath blowing across the flushed skin of your cheek and neck.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he asks, his deep voice shooting straight through your body and sending a jolt into your stomach. “You’ll do anything I ask you to do, hm? A little slut who loves to keep me happy.”

“Mhm,” you reply, feeling around under the table to grab his thigh. You squeeze hard, fingers gripping his pants until you’re sure your knuckles are white.

“You love this,” Seunghyun chuckles. “You look so sexy like this, trying to keep yourself composed but failing. I’m hard just from watching you. Too bad you can’t get on your knees for me under this table.”

The whimper you let out this time is a little louder than you intend, and Seunghyun wraps his arm around your back to pull you against his chest. You know he mutters another excuse for you to the others, but the sound is faint. You instead are focused on the way his voice rumbles in his chest, and the how you can feel it through your whole body.

Seunghyun distracts you with the way he holds you, but you’re suddenly brought back to reality by the vibration now intensifying enough to get you closer to the edge. You start to throw caution to the wind, not caring if the others can tell what’s happening or not. Your thighs are clenched together, desperate to finally reach your climax.

“Are you going to come right here?” Seunghyun mumbles, kissing the top of your head. “It’s so easy with you.”

You feel the tightening in your stomach, your body engulfed in heat, your eyes watering. You pull away from Seunghyun and fold your arms on the table, dropping your head down against them to hide your face.

“Fuck,” you whisper, when you feel Seunghyun’s hand pressing against your thigh, stroking up and down like you had done to yourself earlier.

That’s when it hits. The climax flows through your body in slow waves, making your thighs tremble as you struggle to hide what’s happening to you. You breathe hard through your nose, your teeth clenched together to try to silence the moan of your boyfriend’s name that is sitting in your throat. The way you rock your hips now has no rhythm, your mind gone blank from the overstimulation, of the device that still vibrates in your panties to help you get every drop of pleasure and fuck if it isn’t one of the best orgasms you’ve had in your whole life.

When you finally calm enough from your climax, and Seunghyun slowly turns the vibrator down until it’s off, you lift your head from the table and hope you don’t appear as disheveled as you feel. With a shaky hand, you grab your glass to take another sip of your drink but end up chugging the remaining liquid. You hear Daesung laugh and you catch his gaze across the table as you set your glass down again.

“You must be struggling,” he says, with a grin. “Are you sure you want to go to a club after dinner? If you’d rather rest, we don’t mind.” You wave your hand dismissively, struggling to bring a smile to your face before talking.

“No, I’m fine,” you say. “I’m sure I’ll feel better soon.”

The others accept your answer, though you notice that Taeyang looks particularly suspicious of you. Still, you look at Seunghyun, finding that look that he gives when he’s especially proud of himself. It's less of a look and more of the aura it gives off — a self-assured, smug, strong, completely unbothered aura. He doesn’t even look at you directly, but is acting disinterested.

You mutter under your breath a quick, “I can’t stand you,” and watch the way that ghost of a smirk flashes across his face when he finally locks eyes with you.

“I know you don’t mean that,” he nods. “My good girl.” You realize his hand still rests on your thigh, so you shove it away from you and you begin to shift in your seat to avoid his touch altogether. He stops you by grabbing your forearm gently, and tugging you towards him again. “You should clean yourself up before the food gets here,” he suggests, his voice softer now. “Quickly, otherwise I’ll come in there after you and then everyone will know how much of a slut you really are.” You feign a smile and excuse yourself from the table, but as you stand, you plant a quick kiss on Seunghyun’s cheek and offer what you hope is a confident threat.

“I’ll get you back for this.”

[formosusiniquis]

a particular kind of girl

Steve Harrington/Tommy Hagan/Carol Perkins WC: 4669 | E | Tags/Themes: Genderfluid!Steve Harrington; Lingerie; Feminine Terminology used for Steve; Smut; Dom!Carol and Steve; Sub!Tommy AO3 a very special thank you to @itcanbepalped for being my smut guidance counselor and helping me get unstuck

Carol was particular.

It was a trait Tommy really liked in her. A trait she shared with the other member of their little trio. So clearly it wasn’t something that bothered him since he’s seeking it out. She keeps her planner filled out, starting at the end of the week and making disappointed little tongue clicks every time someone -- Tommy, it was usually Tommy -- forced her to have to change it. She planned her outfits out every weekend on the phone with Stevie, an activity he’d been party to once and promptly uninvited to. She was an everything in its place kind of girl, and he loved that.

It just made giving her gifts hard.

“No.”

Stevie snorts from the floor, doesn’t even have to look up from the magazine to know it’s funny how mercilessly Tommy just got shut down.

“Babe, what? It’s a gift, I thought you could wear it tonight.”

Carol smiles his favorite smile, small and a little mean. It makes him feel high, but in a sexy way. “I know what you thought was going to happen,” she says, “but I’m not wearing that. The yellow is going to make me look like my fucking liver is failing, the triangle cups are going to make my tits look small, and wearing a thong under my dress is like asking one of your neanderthal friends to flip my skirt.”

She tears it down effortlessly as Stevie hums along with each point from the floor, leaving him a little dizzy. The gift he’d been hoping to unwrap like a sexy present later that night held in his hand still like a kid’s handmade mother’s day gift: a sweet gesture but ultimately not worth the tissue paper it’d been wrapped in.

“Don’t be sad, baby, you just got confused.”

“Confused?” His head feels like it’s a size too big for his body. Like they’ve already started pre-gaming even though they hadn’t cause Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were still in the house, wouldn’t leave to catch their flight for another hour.

“Yeah, Tom, confused,” Stevie chimes in, always happy to pick up the thread of Carol’s teasing if she was the one to start it first.

Carol’s nails are long enough that he can feel them scrape along his arm with the soft pads of her fingers. Goosebumps rise in their wakes, “It’s okay to admit you really bought this for Stevie.”

He tries to deny it, “But Steve’s-”

“A girl sometimes, it’s so hard to predict.”

Stevie was particular too. Never a hair out of place. He… She would always make sure she showed up at any event perfectly pressed and ready. Even if it was a basketball game with the guys, her shoes would be clean, laces white as the tube socks pulled up her calves. She would slip away from him and Carol sometimes in the hall, he always thought she just got tired of watching them make out, but sometimes she would come back with her hair parted different and shiny gloss on her lips. Hard to predict.

“Stevie would look glowy in that sunshine yellow,” Carol husks in his ear. “You’re just a little dense sometimes, aren’t you, baby? But you noticed how pretty Stevie’s looked this week, didn’t you?”

She sits up from the floor, lips glossy and eyes big in a way he can kind of tell now isn’t entirely natural. Maybe that special mascara stuff Carol uses before they can go out for hangover food because she can’t go out to the diner looking hungover.

“You think I’m pretty, Tommy?” Stevie asks.

He thinks he does, thinks he must. Cause he spends a lot of time looking at Stevie, at her hands and her legs and her ass.

“Yeah,” he feels breathless when he answers. Red in the face probably, the way Carol always teases him about getting when he’s hot for it and embarrassed about it.

“And it’ll be really fun,” Carol says, lips every few words as she taunts him, “at the end of the night when you get to see her tits for the first time in this pretty bra you bought her, won’t it? You’ll get to be the first boy in town to see her pretty chest.”

And he’s seen them in the locker room when they were pecs. But this is different, makes him feel nervous, palms sweaty like the first time he and Carol were going to do it.

“I don’t know Carrie, I’m not a slut. I don’t just give it out to anyone,” Stevie says, something bored on her face. A look she normally sends guys like Peterson, not Tommy. She’s supposed to like him.

“We’re different though, aren’t we Stevie,” Carol coos, sticky and fake.

“Yeah, you can see ‘em sure.”

“Little girl on girl like when I sleepover?” 

Carol with her pale hand on Stevie’s golden skin. Cupping each other’s tits, Carol's nipples were sensitive, Stevie is so good with her hands, big for a girl’s sure but dextrous. A thumb brushing over the nub even through Carol’s rosy bra -- and he’s an idiot, of course he bought this lingerie for Stevie, he knows that Carol only wears soft pinks that make her skin look dewy and flushed -- it would be enough to leave his girlfriend gasping and begging. Carrie straddling Stevie’s muscled thigh, Stevie rubbing up against Carrie’s hip, the two of them grinding -- scissoring -- against each other. Panting desperately into one another’s mouths the closer they get to release.

Would they let him watch, even if he wasn’t good enough to touch?

“Give Stevie her present, Tommy,” Carol orders.

“Stevie.” He thrusts his hand in her face, feeling less like a kid with his mom and more like one of the losers who always try to give the cheerleaders carnations at Valentine’s.

She smirks, lip pulling up at one corner, brows raised just enough to make clear that the fumbling was noticed. Stevie takes the gift from his hands, lifting herself up from the floor enough to leave lipgloss sticky kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Tommy,” she murmurs against the side of his face before disappearing into her ensuite to change with a sway of her hips.

“Why don’t you start being good right now,” Carol says, a hand rubbing up and down his thigh. “Why don’t you go downstairs and fix us both a drink. You know what we like.”

Stevie and Carol are particular.

Tommy spends most of the party trailing behind them or running to get something for them.

When he gets it right he gets rewarded. Carol kisses him rough and dirty, tongue slipping into his  mouth for a second before she takes her drink. Stevie, more careful by necessity, gropes him; grabs his ass, disguises it as a locker room smack, before coming in close to pass along her thanks.

But he gets it wrong more than he gets it right. And that’s even better.

“Tommy,” Carol says, the tone she’s used with him all night the same one she uses with her dog, talking to him like he’s something sweet but dumb. “I don’t drink keg beer, remember. Go back and get me a Coors from the cooler.”

“Didn’t you watch Miller spike this with that cheap ass vodka from the plastic bottle?” Stevie asks, “I’m not drinking that. There’s still some Absolut in the freezer, splash of that in some orange juice.”

Each insult, each dig as his intelligence and ability sinks him down even further into a high he didn’t even have to pay the Freak for. He’s floating, barely thinking, just something for Stevie and Carrie to make use of. 

When he’s done playing fetch, he’s a chair. Carol beckons him closer with a wave of her hand, pushing him down onto the sofa before wiggling down into his lap, worsening and hiding a problem that had been steadily growing with each barb and errand. An ache he could feel but hoped would be taken care of if he just kept being good. It’s just them for the first time since Stevie went to change. She’s across the room, taking John Peters for a ride, pretending like she doesn’t have a pool table in her own basement that she’s basically a pro with. He’s with it enough to tell that they’re getting to the part of the game where she convinces her opponent to put some money down, one leg hiked up onto the table nearly bent in half over top of it.

“Look at her.” The music is loud enough that Carol’s speaking voice, the sultry warmth of it, is covered. “Can you see the way Stevie’s showing off the pretty panties you got her.”

And he can. Bent over the side of the table, her shirt has come untucked from the back of her pants and visible over the top is the yellow strap of her thong.

“Think she’s showing off for you? Think she’s got her ass up in the air so you can see how much she loves that special set you picked out for her? Or do you think she’s hoping someone like Johnny will see it and actually show her a good time?”

“Care,” he’s whining now, desperate and hard underneath her.

“What? Do you want me to talk about what I think she’s going to let you do to her? How sweet you’ve been and what you’ve earned? She likes giving head so much it’s probably time someone returns the favor.

“You can suck her off, see how she fills out those panties.” 

It sounds like an order and it’s overwhelming in a thousand different ways. He rests his head against her back to help hide the way he moans.

“If you do a good job maybe you can even play with her tits while I ride you.”

He’s panting, rough and hot into the back of the blouse she’s wearing, “Carrie, I can’t. I can’t.”

She shifts in his lap again and the sharp dig of her fingernails in his cheek is the only thing that keeps him from blowing his load right there. He’s dragged into eye contact, staring deep into the blue ringed black of her eyes. She’s turned on too.

“At your limit, baby?” she coos, and it’s condescending but sincere. He knows all her inflections even when he’s higher than god and dumber than dirt. “Go get Stevie and we’ll go home. First night of spring break and we’ve already got that big house to ourselves.”

She slips out of his lap, with that last tease, sending him stumbling toward Stevie with a slap to the ass. Tommy stumbles forward, shuffles his feet forward to get to his other best girl. Brain clouding over everything except for his task and what’s going to happen when they get back to Stevie’s room.

There’s money at the edge of the table, and Peters is lining up a shot when Tommy makes it over. He feels drunk, probably looks it, and when he feels like a balloon whose tether is barely being held onto he thinks it’s fine that he lets himself slump into her side. “We’re ready to head out.”

A pile of crumpled bills sits on the edge of the table. Three striped balls sit in a crooked line and the eight ball is beside the corner pocket. Stevie starts to lean her cue against the table when Peters scoffs, “You always go running when you’re called, Harrington. We’re in the middle of the game, there’s money on the table.”

Stevie rolls her eyes, and the money that the guy could have had vanishes even if he doesn’t know it yet. “I usually listen when a girl tells me she’s almost finished,” Stevie says as she waves at Carol, the bitchy little finger wave they used to do in the high school hallway to acknowledge that something has held one of them up. “That’s why I get so many. Maybe it’s why you don’t.”

“You really going to admit to fucking Hagan’s girl right in front of him.”

“If that’s what you think you heard.” Stevie says with a dismissive flick of her hair. “It’s my turn, right? I’m getting bored.”

Peters gestures toward the table, an attitude problem that Tommy clocks through the syrupy slowness his brain has settled into. He pulls his attention closer to the surface of the thick molasses sweetness it’s settled into. Keeping one eye on the way Stevie swaggers to the table and another on the growing problem that is her opponent.

With a decisive stroke, she sinks the line of balls into the side pocket, each of them rolling in one after the other like well behaved school children. She locks eyes with Peters then, ruining the game but making it clear just what mistake he made, as she sends the 8 ball tumbling into the corner pocket.

“Good game, John Boy,” she says, not bothering to look at him as she grabs the pile of bills from the edge and thumbs through each one.

Stevie doesn’t usually take victory laps, but she does like to make people sit in the consequences of their stupid choices occasionally. Doing it now means she misses the way John Peters’ face storms over and the way he menaces toward her.

Tommy doesn’t. And with his higher brain function hidden somewhere deep in a closet. Put to sleep by the way Carol and Stevie have handled him all night. He doesn’t have a chance of stopping the dumber, primal parts of him from reaching forward grabbing the other guy’s arm in a tight fisted grip before he can do something stupid like try to hit Stevie. Violence isn’t his normal go-to. When his brain hasn’t been sanded down by sweet condescension he prefers breaking the tension with a shitty joke or two. But he likes the way he can feel the bones in John’s wrist grind together in his hold. “Don’t.”

“Call off your fucking guard dog, Harrington.” There’s a waver in the plea, a tiny bit of fear that makes him feel almost as good as the obvious pleasure on Stevie’s face.

“If you weren’t being a sore loser I wouldn’t need the guard,” she muses, but Tommy knows her tells. He doesn’t let go until he sees the flick of amusement kissing her smile, right before she says, “Down boy, heel.”

Still he gives one more threatening squeeze to John’s arms before he bares his teeth and lets go. It makes Stevie laugh, which is all Tommy cares about, and the sound of it makes Carol perk up from her spot on the sofa like one of those little prairie rats at the zoo.

Time to go.

Stevie is particular. Likes things neat, tidy, contained.

It means the bed he’s sitting on is actually made. The navy comforter, soft under his palms, is pulled up to the pillows. The sheets beneath probably pulled into hospital corners.

It means she folds each piece of clothing she pulls off Carol. He stares, hungry eyes flitting between the two of them, the milky and freckled skin of Carol’s back and the spread of Stevie’s hand against it. The rosy pink bra gets flicked open with a pinch of two fingers.

“Are you watching, Tom? There’s gonna be a quiz,” Stevie asks, bringing her opposite hand up to pinch a dusky nipple he can just make out in the side profile.

“You’re, ah, confusing the metaphor,” Carrie teases, back arching to put her closer to Stevie who rewards her, bending down to soothe that pinch with a talented mouth.

“Right,” Steve agrees, pulling her mouth away from Carol’s tits long enough to send him a predatory smile. “He’s our puppy.”

He’d be embarrassed by the noise that leaves his mouth if he was thinking much at all any more.

The girls share a look, giggling in a way that makes him feel small and dumb and fantastic.

“That’s a game to play some other time.”

“Feeling impatient, Stevie.”

“Like you aren’t?” She straightens up, sliding her hand up Carol’s thigh. Moving slowly so Tommy can track every inch of creamy skin disappearing and reappearing from under her olive-toned palm. So he can see how her fingers disappear beneath Carol’s pretty purple skirt.

“Wanna guess how wet she is, baby?”

“Please,” Tommy hears himself beg.

“God, Stevie, your fingers,”  Carol moans, louder than she’s ever been with him. Turning to catch his eyes from over her shoulder, barely able to hold them open.

“You’re still dressed, baby. You wouldn’t be able to do anything if we came over.” Steie says. Her fingers working in Carrie’s pussy just a vague movement he can barely make out from under the skirt.

“Maybe he’s waiting on you, Stevie. You’re still hiding his special present.” she manages to pant out.

And she is. Carol is half-dressed, tits bare with her skirt still on, one hand clinging to Stevie’s arm. Stevie is fully dressed, arousal evident as she stares down Tommy. Even though they’re in equal states, Tommy feels stripped naked.

Bare beneath Stevie’s knowing gaze.

“That must be it,” Stevie agrees. “Can you get me undressed, baby? Can you do it before I get Carrie off?”

Stevie has a challenge on her face that Tommy is familiar with. The kind they used to share at sleepovers right before a dare, a bet. He’s been trained by years of ‘betcha can’ts’ and triple dog dares.

He tumbles off the bed, mussing the covers in his haste to get to them. Carol is close, he knows, and even though the mess makes Stevie tutt disappointedly every second is one closer to losing.

Crouched on the floor, kneeling at their feet, Tommy can hear the sound of Stevie’s fingers inside Carol. The slick, wet sound of how turned on she is louder than the quick and heavy way she’s breathing. There’s a decision he has to make now, can see in the smug curl of Stevie's lip the choice will have to be all his, what half of his present does he reveal first?

There wasn’t actually any choice. Even as he’s nose to fly with Stevie, Tommy has his hands buried in her stupid shirt. Pushing it up and revealing the trail of hair that’s disappearing into her jeans, the hint of yellow sticking out above them that he hopes he’ll get to see later.

Tommy keeps pushing. Up, up to his toes, revealing more skin as Stevie’s shirt moves up to. Up over her head, off one arm.

It dangles, caught at the elbow of the arm still bringing Carol closer and closer to the edge. Any other time it would be funny, perfect, particular Stevie at any sort of odds. But Tommy's a bit distracted.

With the shirt gone his hands can move back down. Can flirt with the soft cotton on her chest, feel the way the flowers embroidered along the cups are rough against his palms as he cups and squeezes. He relishes in the more firm give of them, more muscled than Carol’s but just as much fun to hold.

Like she can sense him thinking that, shoulder to shoulder like they are Carol turns licking a line up his arm where skin is exposed. The warning he knows to expect before she’s biting down on his cloth covered shoulder. Stevie might have brought her to climax but he’s the tool she’s using to keep herself grounded. His body throbs at the thought, his shoulder where her teeth grind and elsewhere in the places where he’s hard and aching.

Carol lets go. Kisses the spot once, twice. Gasping against his arm, hot breath causing a chill down his spine now, as Stevie pulls out.

The shirt Tommy couldn’t remove slumps down to the floor. The crumpled pile erotic in an abstract way his lit professor would want him to explain. He might have even been able to, if Stevie didn’t bring two wet fingers up to his mouth. They tap his bottom lip, sliding in any way before he can open, rough against his palate and pushing until they can curl back to flirt with his throat. Carol is heavy on his tongue, heavy against his side.

“If you don’t tell him what to do he’ll just grope you all night.” Carrie tells Stevie. She gives him a light shove just too make sure the dig lands.

“It's only the second pair he's ever touched, I thought I'd let him have a little fun.”

The bed squeaks as Carrie throws herself down on it. “Suit yourself,” she says, “I can’t come from his hands fumbling around like he’s trying to open his locker again, but you’ve always been special.”

He’s found her nipple, rubs the bud of it. 

“Oh, left 32, right 18, left 67,” Stevie moans fake as that porno he slipped out of the back room at Family Video. Just like that video, he still gets hot.

“Come over here,” Carol purrs, sweet as she can be. She pats the bed beside her and Stevie shrugs off his hands to crawl up into the bed beside her. A hand cupped around one ear, a familiar sight, his two girls whispering, giggling.

“You really think he’s earned it,” Stevie asks, loud enough for Tommy to hear on purpose. Her eyes flick up and down him as a coy smile plays on her lips.

“No,” Carol says, a matching smile on hers. “But if you let him I’ll play with you so you can actually get off.”

“Can’t find your clit so you think he won’t be able to find mine.” Tommy flashes hot under the collar of the shirt he’s still wearing. Stevie’s grin has tipped over from coy to wry, she’s the cat playing with his canary.

“Maybe I wanna have a little fun with you too, babe.”

They're beautiful together, curled into each other on their sides. Only showing off the softest angles of themselves. Soft breasts and the curve of Stevie's gorgeous ass. He would be fine, standing here like a limp dick just watching them play and tease one another. Trading spit that still tastes like house party screwdrivers and shitty beer while they use their hands and bodys to rub one another off. Panting, laughing, squealing, half of the fun in the fact that he only gets to watch and they get to decide what he sees.

He'd be fine with that. His girls are particular and they always know what's going to please them.

Stevie rolls over, shimmies and rolls her hips to work those too tight jeans down. Finally showing the way she's hot and wet and straining against the soft yellow thong he gave her. Carol is already playing with her, running two fingers around the tip.

“Try to get your pants off, Stud.” Stevie orders, “I'll let you get up close with my boobies.”

Carrie's free hand reaches over, pinches Stevie’s nipple hard enough to make her writhe. Tommy struggles harder with the zip on his pants, desperate to get them off.

“That word is disgusting,” Carol says with a sniff. Still playing with Stevie’s clit the same way Tommy has watched her play with herself, two fingers rubbing in slow circles before she drags her thumb down in a firm line. 

“Prude, you and Robin should play together.”

There's something small and devious in her smile that he decides is for Stevie to handle. He is too worried about the way the band of the bra he bought is being folded, curled carefully he assumes for him.

“If he were smarter I'd say he planned this,” Carrie says. “No underwire, that silky band.”

“We'll see how it holds up, you know I hate when people ruin my things when they're careless.”

His shirt is still on. Dick out and leaking, he'll definitely stain it. It's more important to get on the bed, to crawl up the side Carol isn't on. “Throw your leg over. Try not to act like such a virgin.” Stevie demands.

He does, straddles her chest, tucking his knees into the hollow beneath her arms. She grins when he's settled into place, reaches up to yank his shirt off before bringing both hands up to push her tits together.

He thursts once, by accident, dick slipping under the band of the bra gripped by it and the shallow channel she’s made for him. Tommy looks, locks eyes with her feeling like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Instead of chatizing, instead of lecture, she raises a brow and it says ‘just this once he can have dessert before dinner.’ Or maybe it says ‘good dog’ or ‘A+’, he’s lost track of what’s he’s supposed to be other than theirs and listening.

The hand on Carol’s side of the bed lets go. Moved down until it’s making her whine, touching her sensitive places, Stevie getting her fingers wet again too soon after the first time. And as Carol bites at Stevie’s neck and shoulder with a renewed focus on getting the other woman to cum, Stevie is getting him wet.

She takes that slick she’s gathered from Carol, mixes it with the pre he’s been leaking all night.

When she’s done she presses her tits back togheter. Tommy is still looking her in the eyes, stunned, when she spits.

It drips down the head, pools in the concave of her chest. “Be a good boy and get yourself off.”

Tommy doesn’t need to be told twice. Is barely given permission before he’s rutting against her chest. Chasing that friction, the release he’s been craving for hours. He’s been on edge for longer than he’s ever been before, he feels like some sad virgin. A two-pump chump. Like a stiff breeze could do him in. And right as he’s reaching the precipice, Stevie grabs ahold of him and pushes once again.

Tongue out, she catches him on the upward thrust. Swirls that pink, pink tongue around the head.

And he’s done for. 

He cums hard. Catching Stevie's mouth, her chin, dripping down her chest. A pearl necklace that touches the edges of those yellow, triangle cups.

Hard enough that he isn't sure he's not just dreaming of how good she looks. Cause he's pretty sure once he finally cums he blacks out.

Sometime, he’s not even sure how much later, he realizes that Stevie and Carol are talking. Tommy has been manuvered into the middle. Flat on his back, Carol is sitting high on the bed, propped up by pillows and running her fingers through his hair; her nails scratch at his scalp every few passes. Stevie is tucked in tight to his side, nose buried into his chest, head pillowed on his arm.

“All I'm saying is I thought she was hot when she had that awful perm junior year.’

“You can't call dibs on a person, that's feminism.” Stevie murmurs back, answer slow and half slurred with sleep.

“She’s your best friend. Convince her when you go pick her up from campus tomorrow.”

Stevie snorts, an ugly, ungraceful sound that usually means she's thought of something she isn't going to share. “What's in it for me?”

They both know he's awake again, they know each other too well for the girls not to. But if he wasn't sure, Carol sinking her fingers in his hair and tugging, pulling him up and baring his neck for Stevie would cinch it for him.

“I'll let you play with the puppy,” she says. “You can have him all to yourself.”

“Yeah, okay, deal.” Stevie’s smile spreads slow across her face, he can feel it against the thin skin of his ribs.

A shiver runs down his spine, fear, arousal, anticipation. He can only imagine the plans Stevie must be dreaming up for just the two of them. She is, after all, very particular.

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