#(i looked through my camera roll and i’m pretty sure we were in the middle of finals)

[transformhim]

Pose

“We good here?”

The model’s question caught him off guard as Raul looked up from from his camera, adjusting the frame and focus for his next shot while his assistant, Damien, moved onto the set to adjust the light and prop placements. The deep bass background music played throughout the apartment in the awkward silence.

The fuck does he mean, are we done?? We’ve hardly started! Raul thought with an annoyed scratch at the back of his head. The model had been a terrible subject to begin with, giving poses and taking heavy sighs at each direction Raul tried to give him, and essentially treated the shoot as though it was something he was bored doing. His payment was way more than modest and the shoot wasn’t supposed to take more than an hour, but he looked like he was ready to leave just 20 minutes in.

Raul cleared his throat, “Uhh, actually we still need a couple more shots. The client is looking for a pretty varied spread to choose from. So if we could j—..”

“Come on, man, you’re really gonna make me do this for another 40 minutes? I’m sure what you got is fine.”

Raul breathed in heavily, “Look, it’ll just take a bit more, the contract said that it wouldn’t be—..”

“Well, you can take it up with my agent, man, I got places I gotta be,” the model started stepping off the set, turning his back to Raul to start packing his things.

Raul turned his eyes towards Damien, lifting his palms up in a disbelieving gesture and shaking his head. Damien just rolled his eyes and shrugged with a dejected smirk. They’ve dealt with these kinds of divas numerous times before. Almost too many to count, actually.

But money had been tight at the studio since the pandemic hit, and even all these years later it still hadn’t recovered. they couldn’t afford to keep getting these types of dismissive twats leave shoots before they were supposed to. Clients were always very specific about what they wanted and could cut pay if they weren’t satisfied.

But Raul and Damien had their own means of dealing with these kinds of rude bastards. As they exchanged wordless looks expressing their annoyance and frustration, Damien’s eyes began to slowly drift towards the model off set, gathering his belongings. His dejected look changed to one of curiosity as he bit his lip. He looked towards Raul and narrowed his eyes with a cheeky grin.

‘Should I?’ Damien mouthed silently towards Raul.

A sly grin spread across Raul’s face as he considered Damien’s proposal. He looked back at the model—turned away from them as he texted to his agent or slam piece or gym family or whatever—and back at Damien, biting his lip mischievously and nodding.

Damien smiled wider and stretched. He took off his tank top and tossed it aside, his toned hairy torso now bare. His fingers hooked under his waistband, and his basketball shorts and boxers drop silently to the floor as he kicked them over on top of his tank top. Now naked and hardening quickly, he arched his back in a stretch, rolled his neck, and rubbed his palms together as he stepped towards Raul. He leaned in for a quick kiss with his partner as he took the bottle body oil next to Raul that the model had used and squirted a massive helping into his hand, slathering it over his chest, arms, and face. Quickly, he moved towards the model gathering his things, ducking down lower as he approached.

“When you get to it, make sure my payment goes t—UUUHHHNNGGG!!” The model was interrupted in the middle of his sentence as Damien, in one fluid motion, pulled the model’s speedo down and plunged his face between his globular asscheeks. The model groaning and grunting in mindless pain and confusion, gripping the sides of the table where his things were sitting, as Damien popped his oily face and head into model’s tight hole, sending a loud squelching *SCHLORP* echoing through the apartment.

Damien’s slick body then began to suck up into the model’s hole, his muscular tan form thinning and contorting as he slithered deeper and deeper into the model’s guts, the entire process emitting a familiar meaty, slimy, slurping sound Raul knew and loved so well. Raul licked his lips, pawing his swelling package, as he watched the model’s sculpted ass distend slightly as his tight hole widen more and more as it hungrily slurped Damien inside him, his tattooed, lubricated form and limbs compressing in on themselves as he plunged deeper. Raul couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the model—he knew full well how ecstatic and orgasmic it felt to have Damien slither up inside him… and what came next.

Just as Damien’s ass and throbbing rod sank into the model’s guts, his thighs and legs shot up into the hole at a much faster speed, whipping into the model’s hole noisily. Raul had shoved his hands into his shorts and was stroking eagerly as the Damien's feet slurped inside while the model groaned and contorted, arching his neck and back and standing on the tips of his toes, cringing at the pain and pleasure racking through his body.

Damien was gleefully readjusting his out-of-proportion frame within the squeezing, slimy, meaty confines of the model’s body, feeling different parts of the model’s sides, abs, and back twitch, flex, and contort, as his body tried to adjust to its invader. He could hear the muffled sounds of Raul’s horny, drunken laughter from the outside, thinking he for sure must have been making the model appear to have a substantially pregnant beer gut as Damien’s body centralized in his torso. After using a stretched out hand to brush his lubricated, wet hair out of his face, Damien went to work shoving his limbs into the model’s extremities.

Damien loudly moaned from within the body as he felt his arms and legs come to new life with increased strength and size while his limbs shoved through slick meat like a tight sleeve into the model’s beefy appendages. He smirked, feeling cocky and horny as he felt his arms burst into massive cannons and his heart fluttered as he felt the rest of him come to life. Damien arched in exhilarated bliss as he felt his chest, torso, and back first compress under the weight of the model’s squeezing body and then surge outward in new sensations of power and mass as Damien’s senses merged with the model’s, enticing him to give his big chest a flex to feel it bounce with new weight.

Raul nearly blew his load from an observer’s perspective. The model’s head was lolled backwards and his eyes rolled back while his body underwent what looked to be an instant pump, his muscles standing out more prominently under his skin, bit by bit, as his boyfriend filled him up like a balloon. Raul gasped as he stroked himself, watching Damien fill up the model’s lower half, making his already impressive thighs and glutes swell larger still. The thong he was wearing for the shoot looked somehow more risqué than earlier, hugging the model’s sweaty skin more tightly and accentuating his now-larger parts. The model was no longer the shredded twunk he was when he came into the apartment, but a swaggering thicc muscle stud with his and Damien’s combined mass.

Finally, Raul could see a sizable lump appear from near the model’s collarbone, stretching the model’s gold chain to its limit, as Damien began to shove his own head upwards into the model’s. He began to elicit deeper, gurgling groans as Damien wiggled and stretched his head up into the neck. Raul felt himself nearing completion as the model’s head suddenly jolted upwards with a dull crack, the lump in the model’s throat now gone. It wasn’t until Raul heard Damien utter his first satisfied groan in the model’s low voice that he blew his pent up load all over the floor in front of him.

Damien rolled his head around in his new body, stretched his shoulders and panted a few more breaths. He touched the foreign curves and angles in his face for a moment, turned on by his own handsome, sharp, smooth face. He felt sweat dripping off him from his exertion and huffed a big whiff of the new musk he emitted. Not bad!

“Alright!” He rubbed his hands off his face and down his pillowy chest.

“Let’s take some pictures.”

Damien turned to see that Raul had blown a sizable load all over the floor, some even on the set, and giggled as Raul chuckled, panting, coaxing the last of his load out of his shaft, letting it dribble down his fingers and onto the puddle below.

“Already?! Come on, man,” Damien chastised playfully.

“Sorry, babe, I just love the way you filled him out, dude. Fuck!”

“Oh? Y’like?” Damien teased walking towards him, saucily lolling his tongue out while he flexing his arms hard and tensing his pec muscles several times. He was being corny like always, but Raul was kicked into 5th gear again, instantly ready to blow another load.

“Yeah, dude, I fuckin’ do,” Raul took the liberty of feeling up Damien’s slick muscle gut, running his hands over his protruding abs. Damien could see how into this his boyfriend was and decided to move things forward a bit.

He grabbed Raul’s hand and shoved it into his thong, feeling his new hardening 7 incher steel against his boyfriend’s palm. He humped and gyrated his mammoth cock against Raul’s hand and asked, “What about the shoot?”

“Shoot can wait,” Raul moaned as he gripped onto Damien’s slick dick and stroked, lifting up Damien’s huge arm with his other hand and burying his face into Damien’s sweaty pits, licking and lapping at the moist surface while inhaling deeply.

Damien lifted up his other arm for Raul to let his boyfriend worship his other pit, bouncing his pecs a bit as Raul slathered his greedy face across his sweaty jugs on his way to the next pit. Damien grinned as he felt Raul continue to lovingly work his shaft. He was looking forward to a hedonistic, indulgent weekend with his boyfriend—he just hoped they eventually remember to finish the shoot.

[scoops-aboy86]

Your Smile Is My Favorite

Prompt Used: Summer reading (@thehairandthebanished) and cheesy pickup lines (@softsteddieseptember) | Your Smile Is My Favorite | Rating: T | CW: mild body image issues | Additional Tags: chubby Steve Harrington, gay Eddie Munson, pining, bizarre communication through intricate pickup line rituals, Robin loves these two idiots

I wrote most of this while on a 11 hour car trip, I’ll post it to ao3 later. 🥱 Still the 4th in my time zone though!

It’s hard to stay absorbed in a book when Steve Harrington is swimming laps in his little red shorts, but Eddie is managing. 

Sort of. Kinda. 

Okay, not really. Or at all. 

But he’s read Return of the King so many times before that he can fill in any paragraphs his eyes accidentally skim over from memory, so it’s fine. And he definitely rolled high on stealth by being smart enough to bring sunglasses, because Middle Earth has nothing on his view of Steve’s chest while the guy does the backstroke. 

Earlier in the summer Steve would have been poolside with Eddie and Robin, sprawled out in the sun snacking on pizza and chips with them and letting Eddie draw him into their umpteenth debate on which is better, Coca Cola or Mountain Dew. Now he’s going at it in the pool like he has something to prove, or diving in over and over while complaining about his form. 

Which, Eddie thinks, is a very fine form indeed. He’s thickened up some since their harrowing adventures last Spring Break, transformed from merely good-looking to downright beefy in a way that makes Eddie’s mouth water and fingers twitch with the urge to rake through that tantalizing chest hair, test the give of Steve’s deliciously softer pecs and stomach. It’s starting to become a problem. 

As if Aragorn, son of Arathorn, would have an easier time concentrating on a book about the Party’s adventures if Arwen were parading around in front of him while scantily clad, Eddie thinks, trying to make himself feel like a little bit less of a pining loser. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Robin says, sounding bored from the next lounge chair over. She hasn’t even looked up from her own book. 

Eddie considers protesting. He could; they’ve never actually discussed the way they’d clocked each other as queer during Spring Break, he has plausible deniability. 

Instead, he says, “Got a camera you can loan me, Birdie?”

She snorts, sliding her bookmark into place as she turns towards him on her lounger. “No, but now that we’re talking about it, can we talk about how your crush is visible from, like, space?”

“He is not!” The protest tumbles out of him before Eddie even thinks about it, and his cheeks immediately flare red under layers of sunblock. It’s not like Robin would talk about the way her platonic soulmate had recently put on some extra weight like that, Eddie is just a moron. Well, he’ll just have to blow past it and pretend he’d been… bluffing about his crush not being Steve. Yeah. “Uh, I mean. Fuck, I’m not being too obvious, am I?”

Robin’s grin is smug, and definitely a little bit at his expense. “Not really. You’re super easily distracted when there’s more people around, so the kids haven’t picked up on it yet.” She glances back at the pool and the expression softens to amused affection. “It’s written all over your face right now, but I’m pretty sure dingus over there has this fixed idea about your type being all dark clothes and leather and tattoos. He’ll never figure it out on his own, completely hopeless.”

That’s a relief to hear. Eddie relaxes beneath the shade of his poolside umbrella, glances down at his book again… 

And snaps it shut and scrunches up on his side to face her too. He’ll be able to find his place again later, more or less. The occasional splashes of Steve reaching one side of the pool and flipping around to swim back fades into the background for the first time all day in the face of this new, unexplored conversational territory. 

“So,” he says matter-of-factly. Because he’s reconciled with this a long time ago: Robin has literally helped save his life a number of times, she’s safe. “Clearly you’ve got me all figured out. And there’s no way you could be around that all the time and still get anything done without being… oppositely inclined.”

She nods, and the teeny tiny bit of him that had been braced just in case he was wrong relaxes. “Yeah. I don’t see the appeal, but I’ve literally seen a few girls walk into things when they catch sight of him.”

Eddie snickers, like the hypocrite slightly wired on nerves and relief that he is. Curbs, trash cans, the glass doors of Family Video… he’s been there, done that, and been forced to turn it into a bit so no one catches on to what all of those instances had in common. (Steve smiling at him. Steve looking at him. Just, Steve.)

“Not as many lately though,” Robin confides, a little sad. “Shallow bitches.”

“Shallow as hell,” Eddie agrees. One hundred percent. “They have no idea what they’re missing out on.”

“It’s taking a toll on him,” she continues. “You know, how his hair kinda deflates a little when he’s bummed out? Those great big puppy dog eyes come out and it’s all—” her voice drops in a possible Steve impression “—‘Is it me, Rob? What am I doing wrong?’”

Eddie huffs a wordless disagreement with that whole sentiment. Wrong with Steve? Wrong with Steve? There’s nothing wrong with Steve, in his opinion. Badass scars, heart of gold, hair of the gods, and a little more meat on his bones making him even more solid and dependable? Sign Eddie the fuck up. 

Sure, there’s also the nightmares and a general jumpiness whenever the phone rings or lights flicker or a radio starts to crackle, but the same can be said of pretty much everyone in the Party, Eddie included. It’s perfectly understandable after everything they’ve been through, the number of times they’ve helped save the world. 

“I think that’s why he’s leaning so hard into swimming again,” Robin adds. And even though she seems totally casual, there’s something… not pointed, exactly, but definitely not dull behind her words. She’s giving him a look that Eddie can’t figure out, because he just doesn’t have the same kind of in-tune-ness with her that she and Steve display on a regular basis, having conversations with nothing but stares, blinks, and funny eyebrow twitches. 

He tries anyway. Even pushes his sunglasses up into his hair for a clearer look, but message not received. Frowning, he glances over his shoulder at the pool again. “Because he’s… upset about not going on dates lately?”

Not that Eddie had been paying attention or anything. Not that he’d daydreamed hopelessly a few times that it was because Steve was hung up on him, lingering a bit more than necessary when dropping off and picking up the kids on Hellfire days. Inviting Eddie to hangout days like this. Taking Eddie up on it whenever he offers to smoke the guy out, usually when they both have dark circles from sleeping poorly blooming under their eyes and everything about the no longer in peril world around them feels like too much. Springing for fast food whenever they get the munchies, since Eddie supplied the grass…

“Because he thinks there’s something wrong about him,” Robin corrects, “that he needs to work out.” 

Oh. What—oh. Eddie blinks, reorients, and realizes that the thing he hadn’t been able to read before is concern. “But… he looks so good,” he says dumbly. 

Steve is self-conscious about his weight? Oh no, that won’t do at all. Eddie’s mind is already racing through ways to reassure their friend that he looks great, fantastic, amazing, all the positive adjectives that he knows. He wants to build Steve up, make sure he knows that there are definitely people who would absolutely jump at the chance to be with him. 

Or, you know, right here. Or something. 

Splashing sounds draw his attention back to the pool, and it’s Steve wading up the shallow end towards them, apparently tired out for the time being. And Eddie… panics. 

“Damn, Harrington,” he blurts out, “is it hot out here or is it just you?”

Which is. It’s. Something out of that terrible pickup lines book one of the Corroded Coffin guys found at a yard sale a few weeks ago—he can’t remember who exactly, maybe Jeff?—that they’d all howled over, reading the worst ones out loud in ridiculous voices. Why the hell is that what popped into his head?

Steve pauses with one foot still in the pool, squinting at him. “Uh… It’s definitely hot today. Are you… overheated or something? I could get you some ice water.”

“No, I’m good,” Eddie manages. And then, because he’s an idiot, he continues, “Have I told you lately that you’re very attractive? You must eat magnets for breakfast.”

He catches a glimpse of Robin out of the corner of one eye. For a second he hopes that she might step in and save him from himself, but nope; her face is frozen in a look of appalled fascination. No help coming from that quarter. 

“I,” Steve starts, stepping the rest of the way out of the pool and putting both hands on his hips like he doesn’t know what else to do with them. “Dude, are you high?”

If only he were. The proximity of Steve’s naked, dripping wet chest and the gentle roll over the top of his swim trunks seems to have roughly the same effect on him though. 

“Nope,” Eddie squeaks. His face feels incandescent, and he can’t even blame it on a sunburn. And still he opens his mouth again, because he’s already gone this far, might as well commit to the bit. “But we should smoke up later, sweetheart. I think weed be really good together.”

That one wasn’t from the book. It’s an Eddie Munson original. If death took him now, he would not hate it. 

Steve looks to Robin, who shrugs and throws him a towel. He catches it and starts drying his hair, returning his attention to Eddie with a perplexed look. “Low blood sugar?” he asks, and it takes a second for Eddie to place that Steve is still trying to guess why he’s being so weird. 

As if the Freak of Hawkins needs something so pedestrian as a reason. 

“We can order pizza,” Robin suggests in a strangled voice. She’s trying so hard not to laugh, which is good. Probably. 

Eddie can muster a little gratitude for that, right up until he opens his mouth again and “Oh, are you craving pizza? Because I’d love to get a pizz-a you” falls out. 

… Maybe he does have low blood sugar. Or, like. A brain tumor or something. 

Steve sends Robin another look, then shrugs and heads inside the house. Presumably to order pizza, and hopefully for Eddie’s sanity to put on a shirt. 

As soon as the glass door slides shut behind him, Robin whips around and whisper yells, “What the hell was that?!”

Eddie throws himself back on his lounger and covers his face with both hands. “I don’t know. I wanted to cheer him up, make him feel good about himself or something, but—”

“And you thought hitting on him would do the trick? Very badly, I might add!”

“Oh, like you know anything about what works when hitting on dudes!” Eddie shoots back, even though she’s right. So very right. Cruelly correct, to a poor gay man who is suffering. 

He rolls over on the chair, only putting a knee or elbow through the plastic straps beneath him a few times before flopping face down and tugging his own unused towel over his entire head. It’s almost restful under there. The lounger cradles his face a little too high because the back is still angled slightly up for, you know, lounging… and Return of the King is dry and solid under one shoulder, twisting his frame a little oddly, but other than that…

~

By the time Steve comes back outside, Eddie barely notices. He feels slow and drowsy from the heat, everything muffled by the towel. But he does hear a scrape over the concrete beneath him and cracks an eye open to peer through the gaps in the chair. 

It’s a slice of pepperoni and extra cheese on a paper plate, positioned directly below his head, right where he can smell it. 

Fuck, okay. He can’t not get up for food freely offered. It’s just not how Wayne raised him. 

“There you are,” Steve says brightly when Eddie emerges and resituates himself with the plate in hand. “Feeling better? Seemed like the heat was getting to you there.”

“Must’ve,” Eddie replies with a weak laugh. “Thanks.” For the pizza, and for allowing him some semblance of dignity to fall back on after… whatever that had been. Because Steve, above all else, is a good dude; something Eddie has been all too aware of for over a year now. 

Steve passes him a can of Mountain Dew and taps his own Coke can against it like a toast. “Don’t mention it. And, uh, Eds…” He’s starting to smile, just a little. “I know this is going to sound cheesy, but I think you're the gratest.”

Somewhere to Eddie’s other side, Robin chokes on her drink and has to cough a few times to clear it. 

Eddie just stares, jaw dropped open and feeling flushed all over, heart in his throat. Even with his hair still wet and smelling strongly of chlorine, Steve has somehow retained that signature swoop. Maybe he fixed it while he was inside, procuring pizza and slipping into an old and raggedy high school gym shirt that makes him only slightly less biteable. 

And that smile, fully bloomed now and brighter than the afternoon sun. Like he’s decided, playfully, to meet Eddie at his level no matter how dumb it is. 

“Alright,” Robin rasps. “Okay. I’m just gonna go inside to finish my summer reading while you dingi do… whatever this is.” Followed by the creak of her chair as she clambers off. 

“Don’t mess with the thermostat,” Steve calls after her. He turns slightly to do it and releases Eddie from his tractor beam stare, letting Eddie breathe again—when had he stopped doing that? And then those hazel eyes are back on him, hypnotizing. “Well? Cat got your tongue, or do you have any more?”

The words are… different, now that they’re alone. Quieter. Steve is leaning forward slightly, legs over the side of the chair as he faces Eddie. Elbows on his knees and Coke can dangling forgotten from one big hand. His stare is intense in a way that is almost too terrifying to try to read into. 

Eddie wets his lips nervously. “No, I… I’ve got more.” He sits up a little straighter, turns to put his feet down on the shaded but still warm concrete and face Steve head-on. “I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.”

It sounds, feels, almost terrifyingly like a confession. 

Steve’s grin gets impossibly brighter and Eddie is back to not daring to breathe, because what is happening. “Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.”

Which is. That’s. Does he? Eddie is having some sort of out of body experience trying to think back. 

The part of him that’s still anchored in bones and nerves and skin takes a deep breath. Committing to it. 

“Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite,” he hears himself say, and it’s probably the plainest, most honest words he’s uttered in his entire twenty-one years of life. 

It’s not like he thinks Steve is going to punch him for saying it. Or even for saying it like that. Good dude, inescapable. But he wasn’t expecting the guy’s eyes to go big and molten, or for him to swallow hard, all while that amazing smile never dims. 

“I’m… Shit, I’m going to give you a kiss, Eddie. If you don't like it, you can return it.”

And then Steve leans forward, and does. 

~

Half an hour later, Robin comes back outside to check on them and finds the two young men twined together on one lounger. Steve is sprawled half on top of Eddie, who looks like he’s holding him in place with both legs and teasing a half eaten slice of pizza against Steve’s mouth. Steve snaps at it with his teeth, and Eddie yanks it away but then goes back in to tap it against his lips anyway with a laugh, loose and easy. Happy. 

They both look so happy together. 

She knew it. All she’d had to do was get those two pining idiots talking about something real—even if Eddie had surprised her with a deeply unexpected means of doing so. Whatever, he’s weird, nothing new there. The important thing is that her plan to end her two best friends’ ridiculous mutual pining for one another had worked. 

And Steve hadn’t believed her when she’d insisted that the metalhead definitely doesn’t think it’s a bad thing that his clothes all fit a little more snug these days. Ha. One more tally on her own You Rule column. 

Feeling magnanimous, Robin decides to wait until they’re done with lunch to turn the hose on them. 

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[angelhunxoxo]

✩Tom kaulitz x reader smut✩

This was absolutely not what you needed to see first thing in the morning.

You and Tom had dated 2009 to 2011,and even through the breakup there was no hard feelings on either side and you had continued your friendship.

So where the fuck did this video come from??

Warnings ✮:Smut yay!!Leaked sextape,fingering,praising,probably some errors I was doing 3 things at once while I wrote this,guys this is a little embarrassing ngl I’m a little embarrassed😞

You groaned as you woke up to your being blown up with notifications,your first thought had been someone calling you but to your surprise,it was your social media comments being raided on well..everything.

Your Instagram,your TikTok,your Twitter,even your damn Facebook,you were getting a million comments a minute and even a few of your friends had messaged you, including Tom.

‘Have you seen it?’

‘Seen what?’

He didn’t respond and instead just sent you a link to a Twitter post, your eyes widening as you saw the video you had taken so many years ago..

You were sat on the bed of the hotel room,in between Tom’s legs,wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of lace panties. His hand ran up your thigh as his chin rested against your shoulder, making eye contact with the camera. His hand traveled up a little more as he snapped the waist band of your panties, making your breath hitch.

“Hurry up..” you mumbled with annoyance at how he was taking his time, build up was stupid in this case, the video was just for the two of you anyway…or it was supposed to be.

He chuckled at your reaction, his hand moving to lift your thighs up as he slid your underwear down to your knees, revealing your glistening wet pussy to the camera. “There we go” he said, and you saw his smirk in the camera.

His hand traced over your thigh and you could see him trace his name with his pointer finger which made you roll your eyes,”Take your time,why don’t you?” You murmured sarcastically as he kissed your neck lightly.

“Maybe I will since you wanna keep rushing me.” He teased, his hand finally reaching down as he traced the outline of your pussy with his ring and middle finger, gathering some of the slick that coated it before wiping it on your thigh as he snickered when you let out a groan of annoyance.

“Okay okay,I get it” He chuckled, his fingers dipping into your cunt,wasting no time in making sure he was knuckle deep. You bit your lip as your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned softly, Tom tapped your thigh lightly with his free hand,”Eyes on the camera,baby.” He instructed,his words lightly muffled against the skin of your shoulder.

His calloused fingers pumped in and out of your hole as his thumb rubbed your clit lazily. You could feel his clothed dick twitch slightly as it was pressed against your back. You whimpered as you felt his fingers curl against your g-spot,your eyes looking down to see how his fingers slid in and out of you in the camera. “Look at how well your pretty pussy is taking my fingers,’been waiting all day for this,hm?”

You nodded as your lips parted slightly,breathing deeply as you moaned. “mmh- yes..” you breathed out,your cheeks flushed. You felt yourself get closer and your walls tighten around Tom’s fingers. He could tell how close you were as he continued to rub your clit. “Don’t cum yet babygirl,you can hang on for a little bit longer,right?” He teased.

Your hips bucked against his hand as he began to thrust his fingers deeper and faster. Your head dropped slightly as you felt yourself get closer to the edge. Tom tsk’d as he grabbed your chin with his free hand,forcing your head up as he made you look at the camera while he squeezed your cheeks.

“Good girl..take it just like that.” He whispered into your ear as your hand moved to grip his wrist as your walls convulsed around his digits,your eyes squeezing shut as you got closer to your release. His fingers pushed in deeper and his fingers curled and uncurled rapidly causing your thighs to tremble as your breathing picked up.

Tom let out a small grunt as he felt you clench,”Don’t.” He warned but the way his rough fingers felt inside of you,seeing how they slid into you in the camera and his breathing tickling your neck pushed you over the edge. Biting down harshly on your lip as you came on his fingers,arching your back against him as you cried his name out in pleasure.

He let out a sound of annoyance, “You just don’t listen,do you?” He asked as he pulled his fingers out your pussy with a small squelch-y noise. He ran them back up your folds collecting your fluids before bringing them up to your lips, ”Open.” He said, to which you quickly obliged, opening your mouth as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck off your own juices while he unbuckled his belt with his free hand.

He pulled his fingers away from your mouth before slamming his lips against yours and-

That was all you needed to see before exiting out the video,you already knew how it ended anyway; you,a sobbing and drooling overstimulated mess. At least your boobs were covered.

[astarasstuff]

night crawler

summary: gojo loses his glasses at a frat party. geto loses his phone. they’ll soon find out what happened when geto’s phone is returned to him, with several drunken videos taken of that night on his camera roll, but not by him.

contents: modern!au, frat!satosugu, partygirl!reader, drinking, slight hints to itafushi but it’s mainly in jest, reader is besties with itadori and nobara but they’re only one year below gojo and geto, gojo and geto think ur so hot and fun and they want to get to know u. u have them whipped from literal video footage go you, horny thoughts from the both of them but no smut, still 18+! mdni!

notes: i can’t be bothered to make this pretty rn, so sorry!

“dude, where the fuck did my glasses go” gojo slurs snapping his head around the room in an attempt to find them. he has spares, but he’d like to find them anyway.

“i’m kinda busy trying to find my fucking phone?!” geto responds, and gojo throws his hands up defensively.

the party was fucking huge. one of the biggest. the college football team, of which both gojo and geto were a part of, had won a massive anticipated game against their biggest rivals. and as such, a celebration was in order.

there were too many people in this party to count. faces of people the boys had never seen before. they don’t doubt that a good bunch of the guests don’t even go to their college. they don’t care. they end up getting too drunk to care about their lost items, convinced they'll find them soon enough. they get busy with the huddles of women that surround them and before they know it they’re either blacked out or passed out, they don’t care.

they do care in the morning, however, with raging hangovers and girls who have overstayed their welcome, of whom they usher out of their rooms as soon as possible. they meet coincidentally in the hallway and make their way downstairs for breakfast.

“dude, suguru, we found your phone!” one of the bros shouts to him and geto sighs a sigh of relief. gojo then whines about his glasses still being missing. he goes off to check the aftermath of the party for his glasses, and gives up when he decides he can’t see them past the red solo cups and dead disposables vapes that litter all corners of the floor.

as gojo potters back into the kitchen, geto is in the middle of checking through his phone, making sure it's okay and trying to find evidence of what happened that night. he soon finds it in his camera roll.

a string of videos are available that weren’t there previously, all of varying lengths. he taps on the first one, as gojo looks over his shoulder in curiosity.

some guys is recording using the back camera, as the first couple of seconds of the video show just the surroundings. the camera then twists around, and they get a look at who’s behind the camera. at first, they just see the guy with pink hair? he’s singing to the current song playing, which happens to be night crawler by travis scott. the frame then widens to allow one more person into the view. and gojo figures out where his glasses went.

coming into the frame was one of the prettiest girls either boy had ever seen. perched on her head were gojo's signature glasses. your voice is croaky as you shout out to the camera.

“we found this phone on the ground! we were worried it’d get smashed so we picked it up but we couldn’t find the owner, so we thought we’d take care of it instead!!" you scream at the camera and get a little too close, evidently drunk.

the buildup of the chorus begins and both you and your friend look at each other with excitement, beginning to dance and sing along to the song. your friend turns in front of you so its just you in the frame, and you pull gojos glasses down from your head and into the top of your nose, looking through them into the camera as you sing along. more of your friends come into frame, and you're all dancing together.

“i don’t know whose glasses these are!!!! some guy just put them on my head but they're cute so i'm borrowing them for the night!! i'll leave them here though! hopefully…” you mumble and then the chorus is about to start and you both start jumping and screaming and dancing, and all the boys can think about is how fucking hot you are and how glad they were they lost their items to you. you pull the glasses down your nose again to wink at the camera as you and some girl they assume is your friend start dancing on each other. both men gulp at the sight.

“fuck, she’s pretty.” geto mumbles and gojo just hums and nods in agreement, almost in a trance. he urges geto to keep watching the videos

the rest of the videos are like a compilation of sorts, mainly if you dancing and drinking and gojo and geto both think you’re so much fun and so fucking pretty, they feel their cocks beginning to strain in their pants. god, you’re so so pretty, gojo just wants to fuck you silly in just his glasses, and geto can stop thoughts of how good you'd look on camera as you cum all over his dick. they both baulk at the sudden debauchery that forced its way into their minds. they try to shake such impure thoughts of someone they don't even know out of their heads.

the next video catches their attention. it's longer than the last couple, and it starts with you propping up the phone on the counter of a bathroom, with your pink-haired friend and a brunette girl who had been dancing with you the entire night. gojo notes that you've pushed his glasses up back onto your head, revealing your full pretty face to them again, this time in better lighting.

"maaan i wish megumi were here!" your guy friend said, as you take your lip combo from him that he'd been keeping safe for you in the pocket of his jeans. gojo and geto begin to worry your relationship with him was not platonic. wait what? "you know him, yuuji, hell would freeze over before he came to one of these" you giggle as you uncap your lip liner and start applying it in the mirror. yuuji. the boys make a mental note at that name.

“stiilllllllll,” he whines, “doesn’t mean I’ll miss him any less.” the other girl in the room laughs at this. “christ, separate yuuji from his boyfriend and all of a sudden he’s pouting like toddler.” you stop applying your lip liner to giggle at her, definitely finding it a tad too funny. you’re cute when you’re drunk, they conclude. “he’s not my boyfriend.” the boy they now know as yuuji has adopted a tone akin to a child being denied their favourite candy at the store. “that’s what you think.” you giggle and move to apply your lipgloss.

now, gojo and geto like to think they’re not absurdly dirty minded. yes, they’re pretty sex driven, as any boy their age is, but they both felt like a pair of prepubescent boys seeing boobs for the first time when you applied your lipgloss to your pretty pretty lips. The colour compliments you so well, and they just want to kiss is right off you, better yet have it smeared on their co-

christ they both need a cold shower.

“girl I’ll never get over that combo on you.” the other girl in the room with you says. “right? i love it so much.” you say looking at both you her in the reflection of the mirror. “god we’re so hot nobara.” you say and this ‘nobara’ squeals in agreement as you giggle together. yuuji smiles at the interaction, and you turn to the camera.

“hey mystery person, don’t we all look hot?” and you swing your arms over your two friends and you look so happy, you all giggling together. god, you were pretty, fun and your smile was gorgeous. did you have any flaws? the boys both startle when you and yuuji gasp as you begin to hear ‘no hands’ by waka flocka flame from the speakers outside the party. “oh fuck i love this song i am not missing it. let’s go!” you squeal and grab the camera, pressing a kiss to the lens as a goodbye.

it wasn’t a final goodbye, evidently, as there were more videos. they were more of the short miscellaneous dancing ones, though they weren’t complaining. your body was to die for, and seeing you move like that? yeah, absolutely no complaints. they make it to the final video, which is just you in what they think is their supply closet? you still have gojo glasses on, and you speak as loudly as you can, music still penetrating to the room with you.

“we’re about to leave! yuuji got to drunk and is throwing up somewhere and nobara is keeping him in check… i hope. so i came to say gooooodbye! this is kinda sad, this was so fun. sorry for stealing your phone for the night, mystery person. we just wanted to keep it safe, i hope you weren’t too worried! im hoping to put it on the nightstand of a bedroom that isn’t currently occupied by horny college goers, so hopefully one of the frat bros finds it and can keep hold of it until you come to collect it! i hope you had as much fun tonight as i did, mwah!” and you finish by blowing a kiss to the camera with a wink. both of them are pretty upset the vlogs have ended, and it’s pretty evident you ended up going home with gojo glasses. oh well, they’re in great hands now anyway.

“you have to send me those.” gojo says after a beat. “in you dreams.” geto replies and gojos mouth drops at this. “it’s my phone.” geto declares. “well, yeah but she was wearing my glasses. and she said they were cute. cmon man.” and they begin to squabble when they’re interrupted by one if the brothers, calling their attention to a guest who probably lost something last night and came to get it back. they don’t expect to see who’s actually there.

it’s you. less dolled up and in casual clothes but still as fucking pretty. you’re evidently tired, and they can feel the embarrassment radiate from you. they immediately stop arguing, geto turning off his phone and turning to face you.

“um, im so sorry to interrupt your day,” you start and they both think about how thankful they were you did interrupt their day. “i, err, i accidentally took home these glasses last night. i don’t know who they belong to, so i thought it was a safe bet to drop them off here in case someone comes looking for them.” you shuffle your feet shyly and bring forth the glasses for them to see. who knew such a party girl could get so shy. god you were so fucking sweet it was almost bad for them. gojo grins and begins to step forward.

“those are mine, pretty girl. thanks for returning ‘em.” gojo grins as he walks up to you. you flush, and geto comes to join his bestfriends side. the pretty girl they’d been entranced by all morning was now right in front of them. and they’ll be damned if they this opportunity go to waste.

[berzahoes]

i love you | johnny knoxville

summary: just some moments with johnny and the reader

an: yes i’m watching jackass 🫶🏼

PARTY BOY

johnny was busy taking a shower while you did your skin care routine. the jackass crew had made it to the uk and everyone was tired. you were more annoyed than tired, it seemed like every little thing annoyed you from waiting too long for the elevator to johnny’s snoring on the plane.

“did you call your mom? she wanted you to call when we land,” johnny said as he washed his body. he got no response so he slightly moved the curtain so he could look at you. “did you hear me?”

you hummed and continued washing your face. “yeah, call my mom although i’m pretty sure she won’t pick up since, you know, time zones.”

“are you going to be mad at me during the whole trip? i said sorry.”

you rolled your eyes and continued washing your face. while checking in, the receptionist of the hotel had said some flirty comments to johnny right in front of you and what did johnny do? he laughed it off then later when you were unpacking a little, he explained that he laughed because he was he didn’t know how to respond.

“come on, i know i was an asshole-” he saw the side eye you gave him. “i am an asshole, but this asshole loves you and you’re not getting rid you me that easily. you’re stuck with me, baby.”

“you’re still an asshole.” you mumble, grabbing a towel to dry your face.

then someone had knocked on the door, you still didn’t move from your spot, which johnny noticed. “you’re not getting the door, are you?”

“you’re so smart, philip.” you replied. through the mirror, you saw him sigh and carefully got out of the shower. you were being nice so you handed him a small towel.

“who is it?” johnny asked as he opened the door then saw that it was chris and tried to close the door.

“it’s party boy!” chris forced his way into the bathroom where he saw you in your sweat pants and bralette. “let’s party!” he danced around you then got into the shower with johnny, who couldn’t stop laughing.

“why did i open the door?” johnny laughed.

you joined their laughter as you saw the camera crew enter as well. “i’m not even tired anymore.” you watched as chris danced in the shower. after a while, you forgot you were even mad.

SILVER FOXVILLE

the filming of ‘jackass forever’ had to stop due to a virus so everyone had to stay home. you liked it since you could finally spend more time with johnny. you two did many things to get rid of your boredom like puzzles, bake, watch movies, sleep, swim in your pool and even more sleep.

during quarantine, johnny had decided to stop dyeing his hair. you didn’t think much of it since at some point everyone starts going gray, but once you saw johnny with his silver hair, you couldn’t keep your hands off of it.

when filming for the movie resumed, johnny was now sporting a full gray hair look and you loved it. in the mornings, you would run your hands through his hair, compliment him, play with it. he just looked even better.

when you and johnny arrived to the jackass forever set, all eyes were on him. jeff immediately let out the loudest laugh when he saw johnny.

“who are you and what have you done with knoxville?” jeff chuckled then he turned to you. “you’re dating an old man.“

“jeff, i can literally see your grays from here.”

GQ COUPLES QUIZ

“hi everyone! we are here to take the couple’s quiz.” you smiled. you and johnny were sat across from each other with flash cards in your hands with questions written on them. after many years of knowing, dating and marriage, you seemed pretty confident.

“okay, we actually did a game of rock, paper, scissors and johnny won so he goes first.” you explained.

“sorry sweetheart, you suck at that game, but i love you. okay, what is my middle name? we’re starting off easy.” johnny said.

without thinking, you immediately answer. “john. if i say your full name, do i get bonus points?”

“we can make up our own rules. i’ll give ‘em to you. but only because i love you.”

“love you too, philip john clapp.”

“next question, you watch snl right? have i ever hosted saturday night live?” johnny asked.

“no?” you weren’t sure if johnny was even allowed to be on snl, you were convinced all the jackass guys were banned.

“you’re breaking my heart, babe. you were there! system of a down performed and you watched them perform.” johnny scoffed.

“no, i remember system of a down but i don’t remember you hosting if i’m being honest. congratulations, i guess.” you laughed as johnny rolled his eyes.

“i really hope you get the next questions right. what was my number in the royal rumble match? again, you were there.”

“easy, number nine,” you confidently said. “nine is my lucky number.”

“really? mines sixty nine.”

[countrymusiclover]

18 - Cooper Baby Video

Part 19

It’s About Time

Tags just ask - @lover-of-books-and-tea @bvbwestfall @bubble-bluee @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley @skeletonontheroad @ashsallyblue2 @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @herondale-lightworm @afraidofshrimp

Sitting on the couch I flipped through the channels we had on the TV. I leaned back on the cossins hearing the back door creak opened with Georgie coming around the corner with his keys and a bag from the grocery store. “I'm pretty sure the lady at the register recognized me cause she sent me a weird look that I was buying these.” 

“Did you get'em like I asked though.” I asked him holding my arms open tired of waiting. 

He reached inside the bag tossing the bag into my hands. “Calm down. I actually bought two bags and ice cream with three different flavors.” 

“Oh yeah.” I moaned, popping some of the food inside the bag into my mouth. 

He listed the flavors sitting down beside me, pulling out the tub of ice cream. “It's chocolate, vanilla and pink.” 

“These are so good.” I mumbled with food in my mouth watching him begin to eat some of the ice cream. 

The back door opened again where we saw Missy coming in carrying her backpack on her shoulders but halted until she saw me and Georgie sitting on the couch. “Y/n, are you eating pickles?” 

“Maybe.” I reached my hand inside the jar. 

She made a confused expression towards me. “But you hate them.” 

“I know.” 

Missy sat her backpack on the ground and joined us in the middle between us. “Why are you eating them if you hate them?” 

“Because I can't stop the cravings!” 

Missy made a face at me realizing what that meant. “Oh my god.  You're pregnant aren't you?” 

“We only slept together one time.” 

Slapping myself in the face I moaned with my face turning red like a tomato with him just blurting that out. “Georgie.” 

“So you really are pregnant.  What's it like?” She asked focusing her whole attention on me. 

Shoving my hand back inside the jar I ate two more pickles gagging at the taste until I swallowed them and they somehow tasted better. “Forcing your body to eat food you hate and making you enjoy them while your brain keeps saying you hate them!” 

“Have you told your parents yet?” His sister asked. 

Lowering my gaze to the pickle jar knowing we needed to tell them and Georgie’s parents before I wasn’t able to hide the fact that I was carrying his baby. “Neither of our parents know.  It’s only you and Connie who know about the baby.” 

“Does that mean I shouldn’t tell the guys?” Georgie brought up our friends. 

“Ashley and Hannah may already know…before I told you at the cabin.” 

He touched my knee gently. “Look I ain’t gonna be mad about them knowing before me.  But we can tell them together.  Heck, they could join our runaway gang.” 

“You’re gonna run away?” Missy asked me. 

Sitting the jar down on the table I remembered the video camera we had bought thinking it would be as good of time as any to film it for us to watch years later. “Let’s talk about something else.  I’ve been reading the instructions on how to film the video. Come on Missy, we could use your help.” 

“Can I wear my princess dress in the video?” She asked with a hopeful tone. 

“Maybe at the end of the video.” 

The three of us got everything set up in the living room with me and my best friend seated down on the couch.  Missy was standing behind the camera stand and gave a thumbs up telling us we were rolling. “Hey baby girl or boy, I’m your dad and that’s your mommy who I love so much.  So please don’t hurt her too much when she has to deliver you.” 

“Georgie!” I scolded covering my face blushing deeply embarrassed by what he had just said. 

He shrugged his shoulders, throwing his hands down in his lap. “What! There’s a movie at the video store that told me about childbirth.” 

“Gross.” Missy gagged holding the camera, pointing it at us. 

Clearing my throat I tucked hair behind my ear trying to push the awakeness of what he had just said away so we could make an appropriate video. “Anyway, Georgie is your daddy and I am your mommy.  We are a little scared to be teen parents but really excited to meet you in nine months. And-“ 

“And I’m your fun Aunt Missy!” Missy suddenly jumped in the middle between the two of us, wrapping her arms around each of us. 

Georgie laughed and I snorted out a laugh getting up and hitting the end recording button. “Yes, she’s your aunt Missy. Baby girl or boy.” 

It was a couple days later when I had come home from school about to take out one of my notebooks to begin my homework.  “Y/n, is there something you want to tell us?” My mothers voice came into the kitchen. 

“Um, school was pretty good.” 

She put her hands on her hips. “That’s not what I’m talking about.” 

“Can I ask what you’re asking about then?” 

My father stomped around the corner shoving a video tape against my chest a little harsher than I expected. “Explain this tape that says you’re pregnant and didn’t think to tell us!” 

“I - I - how did you find this?” I stutter out so taken back in shock. 

My mother throws her hands down at her sides clearly just as frustrated as my father at that moment. “Mrs. Cooper thought this was one of the movies we rented and returned it back to us.  We didn’t remember the name on it so we watched it to find that betrayal on it!” 

“Look you guys, I’m sorry.  I - we were going to tell you.  I just didn’t know how you were going to react and this is what I was afraid of.” 

My father raised his tone asking. “Who’s the father?” 

“It’s Geor“ I cut myself short hearing the front door open and my boyfriend walk inside. 

“Hey, anybody home?” 

Rushing to the living room I knew I had fear written all over my face when I blurted out. “Georgie, you have to go right now.  It really isn’t a good time. So just go before-“ 

“Mr. Cooper, can we talk for a minute?” My father came around the corner. 

Georgie nodded, not understanding my worries. “Of course.  What are we talkin’ about, Mr. L/n?” 

“Tell me that I am lying and that you aren’t the boy who knocked up my seventeen year old daughter.” Georgie gulped, glancing my way finally seeing why I was nearly as white as a ghost.  Because we for sure were so in trouble. 

[niki-phoria]

broooo u gotta continue the stories of the fan signs especially nikis !!!

i adore this gif he's so pretty

pairing: niki x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.0k

warnings: (very brief) mentions of homophobia

includes: idol niki x fanboy reader, blushy niki, supportive jay, this can be read by itself, the breaks are supposed to be timeskips lol, i kept it as male reader bc that's what the original request was, i hope that's okay !!

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

ENHA REACTION TO MEETING A FANBOY

requests open !! read my rules first

“hello?”

“hey, it’s y/n,” niki lights up immediately when he recognizes your voice. he pulls his hood further over his head as he rushes out of the building in search of privacy. he waves off jungwon’s confused glance when he’s finally outside. “we met at the fansign earlier.”

“yeah, i remember you,” he smiles though you can’t see it. “it’s good to hear from you.”

“it’s good to hear from you, too.”

“hey, niki- oh, sorry,” jay pauses when he sees the boy on his phone, silently setting his bag down on the ground. niki simply nods, turning his attention back to you. your phone has been propped up against a pile of books to keep you in frame as you continue typing up your assignment. 

“when do you have practice?” 

niki glances up at the clock before turning back to you. “right now, actually,” he chuckles. 

you finally turn back to the camera, lifting up your phone so he can see you more clearly. it’s a small gesture, but he appreciates it all the same. “i’ll call you later, then?” 

he nods with a smile mirroring your own. “i look forward to it.”

“you always say that.”

“i always mean it.” 

you playfully roll your eyes as he chuckles. “bye, niki,” he brings his hand up to form a half heart. it’s become a habit since you first started talking regularly and slowly grew more comfortable around each other. 

“bye y/n.” 

“is that the boy from the fansign?” niki jumps slightly at the question; having forgotten about jay entering the room. 

his face flushes a light pink as he turns his phone off and shoves it back into a pocket of his bag. “his name is y/n.”

“so it is the boy from the fansign,” jay chuckles. he walks closer as niki stands up, joining him in the middle of the room in front of the mirrors. “you guys facetime?”

niki nods. “we’re friends.”

“just friends?” he looks away, ignoring the way his face lights up with a deep blush. jay laughs at his embarrassment as he walks over to pat his shoulder. “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone. besides, i think it’s cute.”

he purses his lips as he wills his face to stop burning, silently grateful for the support. “thanks, hyung.”

niki spends weeks thinking about you and debating whether or not he should take a chance on asking you out before he finally makes up his mind. it’s late - nearing midnight - when his feelings feel too strong to ignore. you’re telling him about your day in between rounds of the newest first person shooter game you found. 

your voice plays clearly through niki’s headset as he plays with his fingers, still silently trying to build up the courage to make the first move. “niki?” 

“what?” he jumps slightly at his name. “sorry, what were you saying?”

“is everything okay? you’ve been quiet for a little while.”

“everything’s fine, i’m just… a little distracted.” 

“are you sure? we can stop for the night if you’re too tired.”

niki sighs a little. his mind swirls with thoughts and possibilities. telling you could mean risking his career if it ever got out. it could mean losing his friends. losing you. 

“i’m okay. i promise.”

“okay.” the few seconds of silence that pass feel agonizing. it’s become common for both of you to go silent while on calls together. it’s a byproduct of spending hours together on phone calls - eventually you run out of things to say. but it’s never felt so suffocating before. “hey, i… have something to tell you, but i don’t want to make things weird.”

“y/n, you could never make things weird between us.” 

niki can hear you take a shaky breath before you continue. “i like boys. like… romantically.” his heart skips a beat for a second before he forces himself to relax again. you liking boys doesn’t mean you like him. he’s so caught up in his own thoughts he almost doesn’t notice when you unnecessarily start trying to explain what you meant. “i know it’s not really accepted here and you probably think it’s weird and-”

“i’m in love with you.” the words escape him before he realizes exactly what they are. his eyes widen and his face flushes a deep red. “i mean…” he sighs, setting his controller down and running a hand over his face. “i have feelings for you. strong feelings. i’ve never felt this way before - about anyone. i just… i’m in love with you.”

“i love you too.” niki’s eyes widen. you let out a nervous laugh as you continue. “i’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

“can i take you out sometime? on a date?”

you smile when you speak again. “i’d like that. tomorrow?”

“i’ll come pick you up.” 

niki’s hand slips into yours as he leads you further down the river. you follow behind him as you hike through the foliage closer to the water. a gentle breeze blows past you every now and then, rustling your hair slightly. 

he squeezes your hand as he leads you over to a small patch of grass near the river bank. a small blanket has been set out, complete with a picnic basket. you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes you. “a picnic?” 

niki shrugs as you smile, leaning over to press a kiss against his cheek. “do you like it?” 

“i love it. thank you.” niki smiles as he feels the weight of your head lean against his shoulder. you let out a small, content sigh as he reaches over to wrap his arm further around your waist. you let yourself relax further against him as he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “you know, i’m really glad i gave you my number,” he whispers. 

you shift to look up at him with a small smile. “i’m really glad i called.” 

niki hums, moving his left hand up to cup your cheek. he smiles as he tilts your face upwards to pull you into a sweet kiss - only the first of many.

[redtyrannoranger]

It's Baby Time!

Many eons ago @ranger-legacy gave me the inspiration to write a Conner/Kira gender reveal party story and after a few centuries I finally got around to writing it. It's pretty clunky, so please just imagine all the plot points expressed with more eloquent words 😅

“I think this is the place,” Conner said as he drove up to the park. There was a new fancy pavilion in the middle of the grass with a whole crowd of people gathered below.

“They really cleaned up this place since we were home last,” Kira replied, placing a hand on her heavily pregnant stomach.

Conner got out of the car then went around and opened up the passenger side door. He held his hand out to help Kira up. 

“This all seems like so much just for a gender reveal,” Kira said as she surveyed the scene.

“Yeah, but, I bet our li’l guy will appreciate what a big deal we made about him before he was even born,” Conner said, steadfast as ever in his belief they were having a son.

Kira rolled her eyes but smiled slightly, “Well we better get down there before we run into-”

They had barely taken a few steps when they heard “There they are!” They turned to see Cassidy Cornell power walking towards them, Devin lagging behind as he carried the camera.

With Conner recently leading the US Men’s National Soccer Team to victory at the FIFA World Cup and Kira’s debut album topping the Billboard 100 chart, Cassidy had declared the couple as the King and Queen of Reefside on her local news program, and as soon as word got out that they were expecting she had insisted on throwing them a lavish gender reveal party/baby shower. That she would have recorded for all her viewers, of course.

She air kissed both of their cheeks. “So good to see both of youuuu” she said with an air of put on sweetness. After a moment she turned backward and hissed “Devin! Start filming!”

“Oh, uh, right,” Devin replied as he lifted up the camera. “Uh, by the way, hi guys. Congratulations,” he grinned.

“Thanks Dev,” Conner said, reaching out and slapping his shoulder.

“So I’ve got everything planned to a T,” Cassidy said as the quartet began walking down the path towards the pavilion. “After 75 minutes of mingling conversation, we’ll bring out the cake. It’s a beautiful Sylvia Weinstock original with white frosting and lavender trim. When you cut into it the custard inside will be the colour corresponding to your baby’s gender.”

“Cool,” Conner said, always interested in food talk. “And will the custard colour have a matching flavour, like blueberry or blue raspberry or something? That’d be sweet.”

“Um...well, you’ll just have to wait and see,” Cassidy said glancing sideways towards Devin.

“Well well well,” a voice interrupted from behind them. “If it isn’t my partners in crime...fighting.”

“Ethan, my man!” Conner exclaimed. The two locked hands, bumped chests and briefly did a one armed man-hug. Kira went for the more conventional “arms around his torso” method.

“You really are glowing,” Ethan said to her as he held her hands, “I’m so happy for you guys.”

“Thank you,” Kira said softly.

“And thanks for hooking us up with the latest E-Box. It’s so sick!” Conner said. “My boy’s gonna love playing games on it.”

Ethan shared a knowing glance with Kira, “I’m glad you like it. I had my team make sure it was jock accessible.”

 They continued making their way through the crowd, stopping to look at a giant ice sculpture of the two of them embracing.

“Oh god, that’s embarrassing,” Kira said.

“Yeah no kidding,” Conner agreed, “I’m way taller than that.”

It was then that they heard something that sent a chill down Conner’s spine.

“McKnight, you still owe me a paper on Cretaceous migration patterns.”

The couple turned around to see their old paleontology teacher, Dr. Oliver, and his wife Katherine.

“Hey teach,” Conner said walking up and shaking his hand.

“Congratulations,” Kat said as she walked up and hugged Kira. She was holding their infant son JJ on her hip. “You’re about to go on the most wonderful journey.”

“I can’t wait,” Kira said, reaching over and tickling JJ’s tummy, eliciting a giggle from the baby.

“How cool is it having a son?” Conner asked Tommy, “Maybe mine will be bros with yours.”

“Of all the journeys and quests I’ve been on, this is the most rewarding one yet,” Tommy said with a smile. He put a hand on Conner’s shoulder “I know you’re ready for it.” Conner grinned softly in response.

The party carried on, Conner and Kira had split up and were making the rounds talking with all the guests. Kira was discussing with the other ladies how exhausting baby preparation had been, whilst Conner was discussing with the men all the fun things he was planning to do with his son.

Once she had deemed the appropriate amount of time had passed Cassidy signaled for Devin to go fetch the cake.

“Hey Dr. O,” Ethan said, “Can you still do that spinning wheel kick? The other guys here don’t believe me.”

“C’mon now,” Tommy responded with a slight smirk. “None of you want to see that.”

Meanwhile Devin returned, struggling to carry the beautiful, but heavy seven-tier custard filled cake. He could barely even see where he was going.

“Sure we do!” Ethan replied. A lot of the other attendees were also Tommy’s former students. Slowly they began to chant “Kick! Kick! Kick!”

“Oh you may as well just do it,” Kat said to her husband. “They won’t stop until you do.”

“Uh, Cass?” Devin said, struggling to see past this behemoth of a cake. “Am I even going the right way?”

“Hurry up Devin!” Cassidy hissed back.

Tommy sighed, then removed his jacket. He walked over to a less crowded area, took a deep breath, then with a dramatic “Hee YAH!” he whipped around, demonstrating a nearly perfect spinning kick.

It was only nearly perfect because he had ever so slightly misjudged his spacing, and ended up kicking the ice sculpture of the lovely couple. Ice!Conner’s elbow was knocked clean off and sent skidding across the floor, directly into Devin’s path. Devin immediately slipped and instinctively tossed the cake through the air, sending it hurtling directly toward Kira.

Conner was halfway across the pavilion when he saw all this happen. There was a cake flying towards his pregnant wife and he had a split second to react. Luckily Conner could do more with a split second than most people.

He instantly tapped into his super speed power and began sprinting toward her. In this state the rest of the world looked like it was operating in slow motion. He weighed his options. There were too many people around, he couldn’t risk throwing anything or kicking the cake away. He concluded there was only one option, closed his eyes, and leapt.

The next thing Kira knew Conner was diving in front of her, cake, frosting and custard splattering all over him. After the initial shock wore off she grabbed some of the expensive napkins Cassidy had provided and began wiping bits of cake goo off his face.

“Are you okay, Babe?” Conner asked once his mouth and nostrils were clear and he could breathe again.

“Yes, my sweet and sticky hero,” Kira said with a smile as she wiped off his cheeks, “But... Conner...”

He saw the apprehensive look on her face and wondered what that was about. The rest of the crowd also looked anxious as well. His nose was also inundated with the scent of strawberries, for some reason. He looked around and figured that scent must be coming from the pink custard all over his shirt and pants (and unbeknownst to him, his eyebrows.)

And that’s when it hit him.

Pink!

A wave of new feelings awakened in Conner. After a moment he pulled himself up off the ground, all eyes on him in nervous anticipation of his reaction. He walked toward Kira and put one hand on her stomach. He looked her right in the eye and smiled warmly.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

Kira’s eyes began to well up as she put a hand on his cheek before they shared a kiss. The crowd all let out an “Aww,” together.

“This is gonna kill it in the ratings,” Cassidy said gleefully. “Will and Kate eat your heart out.”

“Awww, look at that,” Kat said, holding up baby JJ, “Who knows, maybe you’ll be her little sweetheart.”

At that moment something else awakened in Conner. Some instinct he didn’t even know he had. Something primal, coded deep within the DNA of all girl dads.

His head shot up and he let out what could only be described as a growl.

“NO!”

[yorshie]

Snippet 2

*Stares at the writing, shakes it sideways, turns it upside down and squints* Guys. I think this is from a Mob AU. It's definitely rottmnt, because there is no way on earth bayverse Leo acts like this. I used Winnie, which is the OC I use in place of a reader when I get tired of writing in second person, or when things might get too *spicy* for second person, so I have no idea where I was going with this.

summary, warnings: Snark. snark. did I mention snark? I'm pretty sure I was just having fun writing imaginary banter. I used breaks in between the snippets so you know when something moves on. Also, just realizing the texting I added was with Donnie, not Leo. Like I said, no idea where this was going.

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“What is that?” He snagged her wrist, tilted the appendage to get a better look. “Is that cold pizza?” 

“I haven’t eaten yet, nosy.”

“Donnie didn’t think to feed you before dropping you off?”

She shot him a dirty look, and he rolled his eyes skyward. 

“Of course, he didn’t. Go get your coat.” He gestured, let her wrist slip out of his grasp.

“Leo- what, why?”

“I’m taking you to get some food.” Was all he said, as if it was obvious, striding for the door without looking to see if she followed.

“I’m not your girlfriend, Leo.”

That small smirk pulled back on his snout as he looked over his shoulder. “Oh? do you wanna be?” 

She snorted in answer, pulling a chuckle from him as he held the door open. “Smart answer. Now get your coat. If you catch a cold I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Please tell me you are at least driving something sensible tonight.”

“How do you know I didn’t just portal?”

He must of seen the fear on her face, because he quickly added. “I’m joking. I drove. But eh, it’s not sensible.”

“Figures. I don’t think you have a sensible bone in your body.”

He hummed out a laugh, a wicked uptick on one side of his face, and she blatantly shivered. “No. Whatever just went through that pretty head of yours, just. No.”

“Boo.” He said, following after her, and she stopped short seeing the sleek, hungry looking, midnight blue car parked in front of her grandmother’s house.

“Holy shit.” A quick glance between him and the car. “How the hell do you fit in this thing?”

“Carefully.” 

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“I only drive this when I don’t want my date getting handsy.”

“Yea, no shit.” She was wedged in the microscopic seat, the thrum of the engine behind her an all consuming shake, the chuckling turtle a good two feet away across the panel of controls in the middle. She eyed the stick for a moment, and he caught the wheels turning as he checked the camera to pull out on the street.

“You thought I’d be an automatic guy?”

“I plead the fifth.” She tensed as he pulled into traffic, conscious that they were starting to gain speed in the metal rocket.

“Hah, killjoy. Not even brave enough to get the joke out.”

“I’m too busy being terrified for my life.” It was bitten out, clearly a joke, but his face softened, and she nearly flinched as his hand reached out and rubbed the side of her neck before dropping back to the console. 

“I’ve got you, pretty baby. No need for fear.” That coo, however, was all amusement.

“Fear intensifies.” 

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D: It seems you are in need of a friend, dear Winnifred.

W: How the hell did you get this number?

D: Your grandmother. I quote “Winnie’s been working so hard lately, but she doesn’t have many friends here.”

W: Jesus Christ.

D: I could go on but we both know older folks have no filter.

W: You better take whatever she said to the grave. I am happy. I have lots of friends.

D: Doubt.

I’m not sure how I fit into the whole friend category, but I thought the chance to bully you too opportune to miss.

W: Of course you did. I’m saving this number as Purple Pain.

D: Acceptable.

What are you doing tonight?

W: Up-potting some roses and watching MASH. You?

D: Meeting my brother for some drinks.

W: That sounds - actually that sounds like a handful.

D: Indeed. Would you accompany me?

W: As in, a date?

D: As in, I don’t have anyone to go with, it’s expected, and I have no one else I would care to ask.

W: … Sure. What’s the dress code?

D: Dress, please. Something either neutral, or purple, modern, tasteful. 

W: Right, right. Statement.

D: Heels.

W: You better be buying drinks if you think you’re getting heels, bud.

D: How I’ve missed your playground antics, Winnifred.

W: I missed you too, nerd

Her fingers paused, reading over the statement. Found she meant it, and took a deep breath, hit send.

His answer came a little later, long enough that she had moved from the living room to the bedroom that had started to feel like her own, trying to remember where the heels she could dance in were.

D: I’ll pick you up at 8. 

Oh, she was going to make him pay.

[missywritesfor7]

🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 24: What If ||

Jimin and I stayed connected to each other through the night. The love we made became the most fulfilling moment I’ve ever experienced in my life. I love him, and he loves me, and we shared those beautiful feelings together.

We were so deep in each other that we forgot it was Sunday. We woke up early this Monday morning to the sound of Jimin’s alarm going off. He’s holding me from behind in big spoon position and I let out a small whine when he pulls away to shut his alarm off. We’re both still naked from last night and I really have no desire to move or do anything right now.

“I forgot what day it was,” Jimin whispers in my ear as he returns his hold around me. “We should probably get up so we can get to class.”

“I don’t wanna,” I grumble.

“I know, babe,” he says kissing my shoulder. “We have to though.”

“Says who?” I pout. I’d miss every class from here on if it meant I got to stay wrapped in his embrace like this.

“Come on,” he laughs giving my shoulder another peck and rolling himself off the bed.

I continue laying in the bed watching him make his way to the bathroom to wash up. I know I should go to class, I have a roll of film needing to be developed and I know if I don’t show up Tae is going to be all over me asking why. Still, I can’t pull myself off the bed. All I can manage to do is stare at the ceiling and continue replaying last night in my head.

It all feels like a dream, a steamy lovely dream. The feelings we shared in the most intimate way, I’ll never forget any of it. I’ll never forget how gentle he was with every move he made. How loved and cared for I felt every time his lips found mine. Class is the absolute last thing on my mind.

A few minutes later Jimin emerges from the bathroom dressed and ready to go. I still haven’t moved.

“You’re going to be late,” he says pulling me up by my arm. “You still have to go home to get your stuff.”

I let out a deep grumble and finally give in to his persistence. I don’t have much time but that isn’t quite enough to make me move faster. He helps me find my clothes that were thrown across the room and once I’m dressed he takes me to my place so I can wash up and get my things.

I’m not incredibly late to class, but late enough to trigger a few looks when I step into class in the middle of my professor speaking. I quickly take my seat next to Tae who’s looking at me with a raised brow. No doubt he’s got many questions to throw at me about what happened after he dropped me off.

Once our professor is done speaking, we’re all set free to develop our photos in the lab. During the entire time Tae is trying to get me to tell him about yesterday and explain why I’m late today. I’m not even sure where to begin, but I’m not going to detail the entire evening with our classmates all around.

When we finish developing we look over our film to see how our pictures came out. As usual Tae’s photos are amazing. He’s not only great behind the camera, but he looks flawless in front of the camera as well.

As much as I hate looking at photos of myself, especially in this case where I was broken down and sad, they still came out looking pretty good. Tae was right that there’s some beauty in the sadness of the photos. It’s hard to believe they were taken just yesterday. I’m satisfied with the way they came out but I don’t want to get my hopes up since I’ve already been crushed by this class way too much.

After class Tae drags me to his apartment so I can detail everything that happened yesterday. He grabs a couple of drinks from the fridge and gets comfortable on the couch next to me with an expectant look on his face.

“So what happened yesterday?” Tae asks eagerly. “What did you say to him? What did he say to you? Did you two make up? Why were you late to class?”

“Calm down,” I say. “I just did what you said. I opened my mouth and let whatever I felt fly out.”

“And?”

“And we talked, and cried, and…” I pause a moment having a sudden flash back of our love making and the way he made me feel the entire night.

“And??” Tae asks leaning forward.

“And…we made up.”

“You made up? That’s it? How? What did he say?”

“Yeah, we made up. That’s pretty much it. I apologized to him and he apologized to me. I told him I loved him and he said the same. Then we made lo- we made up.”

“YOU MADE LOVE?!”

“Don’t shout it to the entire city!!”

“MINA!! Oh my GOD!!”

“Will you shut up!!”

“So that’s why you were late to class?! Holy shit how long were you two going?!”

“No that’s not why I was late to class! I mean not exactly. We weren’t doing it all night!”

“Then what were you doing this morning?”

“Considering skipping class,” I say rolling my eyes wishing I had done just that.

“You should have,” he chuckles. “I would’ve.”

“I really wanted to. I’d still be in his bed right now if he didn’t drag me to class.”

“I can’t believe how hooked you are!” He says amused.

“Shut up.”

Tae continues teasing me until Jimin is out of class and texts me asking where I am. I almost forgot he drove me to school today and would be looking to take me back home. I tell him Tae kidnapped me and he can come rescue me at any time.

It’s funny how I was feeling so down and depressed about my last assignment. I felt like a failure and didn’t want to be around anyone. I felt pressured and smothered when Jimin tried to cheer me up. I was sinking so deep that I wanted to push him away, and I did. But the moment I did I regretted it immensely. In that moment, whether I knew it or not, it was clear that how I felt about him held greater weight than anything else in my life.

I’m still upset about my project. I still feel like a failure and that I let myself down because I should have done better. Those feelings unfortunately don’t go away overnight. However, it’s becoming clear to me that I have to do better about how I let that effect me.

When Jimin told me it hurts him more when I beat myself up, that broke something in me. I had become so used to dealing with these things alone that it never occurred to me that I could be hurting anyone else. The purpose of me shutting myself off from everyone is so that I don’t hurt anyone with my own bullshit problems. It never used to be an issue, but then I fell in love.

We talk more when he picks me up from Tae’s and takes me home. We said a lot yesterday, but we both know we needed to say more. We both know we need to do better about communicating our feelings to each other. We also have to realize that we can’t fix everything, nor is it a requirement to do so.

This conversation was much needed and it was relieving to finally get everything out that had been on my chest. We understand each other’s wants and needs a bit better now and vow to do better going forward. I know nothing changes instantly, but I’m happy that we’re going in the right direction.

After we got all of our feelings out I let him take a look at the film I developed today. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to show him since I’m a little embarrassed revealing photos of myself when I was in a lot of emotional pain.

“Baby, you don’t have to hide that part of yourself from me,” he says stroking my cheek. “It wouldn’t change the way I feel about you.”

I don’t know if he got his silver tongue from watching so many dramas, but it never fails to make me swoon. Without another thought I hand him my binder forgetting every reason why I was reluctant to show him in the first place.

“These are…” he pauses looking over each photo. “You’re so beautiful. Something about the way you look is heartbreaking, but so gorgeous.”

“You’re just saying that,” I say blushing. “My eyes are all puffy and red. I look a complete wreck.”

“Even if you are a wreck, you’re a beautiful wreck.”

“If you say anything else I may melt into a puddle,” I giggle.

“Maybe that’s my goal,” he smiles. He sets my binder to the side and pulls me into his arms.

How is he even real? How is any of this real? How can he say the sweetest things then follow up with the softest kisses? My dreams are nothing when I have him in reality. I guess this is love.

The next day Jimin has an appointment after class with his doctor. Every time he goes he hopes that he’ll finally be cleared to dance again. It’s only been 4 months since his surgery so no matter how hard he works, he can’t rush time. Still, he keeps hoping. Although I’m not at the doctor with him, I can imagine him poking his lip out hoping his calico cat eyes will somehow convince the doctor to let him dance.

Sure enough he comes to my place after his appointment and airs his frustrations out after being told yet again that he’s not ready. I wish there was something I could do to help ease his sorrows, but when it comes to this nothing will satiate him other than being on stage again.

“I’m so sick of this!” He huffs laying across my bed and staring at the ceiling. “I feel fine! I should be able to dance already.”

“I know you feel fine, but you still need to listen to the doctor.” I turn from my desk where I’d been studying for one of my classes before he came over. “If you rush it you could hurt yourself again and make things worse. Not being able to dance for now is better than not being able to dance ever again.”

He lets out a groan that lets me know his frustration is building. He doesn’t get angry much, but when he does it’s usually out of pure frustration. It’s always hard to know if I’ll get pouty and silent angry Jimin or fiery sassy angry Jimin. One I find adorable and the other is an eye rolling smart ass. He never takes his frustration out on me which I honestly find to be an amazing show of self control. However I still prefer adorable silent angry Jimin if I had to choose.

I turn back to my studying and leave him to continue groaning and sighing on the bed. It doesn’t take long before his frustration turns to small whimpers for attention. I turn back around and sure enough he’s in full pout looking at me to comfort him with cuddles.

“Ok my big baby,” I tease leaving my work and joining him on the bed.

“Don’t come over here if you’re going to be like that,” he playfully huffs.

“Fine.” I roll over to get off the bed but he grabs me and pulls me back to him.

“No, come back,” he pouts.

“You’re so spoiled,” I chuckle running my fingers through his hair, the one thing that always puts him at ease.

“You’re the one spoiling me,” he smiles.

“Maybe I should stop.”

“Why?”

“Just so I can see how cute you are when you pout for attention.”

He scrunches his nose at me then unleashes an adorable giggle. He knows he’s adorable even when he’s not trying to be. I’m always filled with warm and fuzziness just looking at him.

But then there’s also the feeling of ecstasy I know he can bring me that turns that warm and fuzzy feeling into fire and desire. I’m not exactly sure of sex etiquette, if that’s even a thing, but at times I find myself wanting to jump all over him without giving him a second to think. I think about the many ways I want to give myself to him again and again.

There’s such a deeper feeling of satisfaction when the person giving me pleasure is someone I love. Someone I’ve quickly grown to love very much. I feel the chill in parts of my body that have never felt that before just from the thought of him loving me back.

Each day I find myself wondering how things would be if we had gotten this close back in high school. He’s still very much the same person he was back then. The sweet kid in class who you could always go to if you needed to borrow a pencil or paper. The shining star who was always a bit too embarrassed to flaunt it. He always aced his classes just as well as he aced dancing.

What if I had talked to him just a little longer after class? I could have carried one of our many conversations in class a bit longer if I had walked out with him when the bell rang instead of running off to the band hall. We always talked in class, I can’t help but think of how many missed opportunities there were.

I always sat near him when we had a class together. He had always been easy to talk to and wasn’t as chaotic as many of our other classmates so he was a safe person to be around. If we had free time he would always play card games with me until class was over.

Still our conversations never went too far beyond typical small talk. I’d praise his dancing or congratulate him on another competition win. He’d congratulate me anytime the band accomplished something. We would talk about various shows or whatever song was popular at the time, but that was it. I could have taken it further and asked him more about himself. His hobbies outside of dancing, if such a life existed for him, or what dreams he had.

Would we be here if I had done that? Would we be 7 years in love, or would it have ended long before now? I know there’s no point in wondering what if now, yet I can’t help it. His love is a love I wish I had my entire life.

[roadkillxd]

Kurt X reader - a Spree drive with a sassy reader who will not drink the water and isn't a fan of Kurt's music but has something entirely different in mind when it comes to him (totally up to you, let the smut mind run free ;) )

Maybe possibly added a little twist of my own, but hope you enjoy either way!

↪ 2894 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for mild gaslighting.

Content tags — cis male power bottom reader / camboy reader / cis male service top Kurt / car sex, sex toys, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, anal sex, social media.

The street is illuminated in a pink glow from the neon sign behind you, the bass from within the club still shaking your bones as you stand out on the curb. You rock back and forth on your feet, feeling the sizeable plug shift inside you with a soft, satisfied huff. 

You grin when your phone chimes, letting you know a driver has responded to your Spree request. You glance at the map, a good five or so minutes before they get to you. You quickly hop onto your LiveCam and start your stream, waiting a few moments for your followers to flood in, view count climbing—23, 56, 89, 103, 306, 478, higher and higher.

“Alright, guys, you already know what’s going on, and if you don’t, well—I’m sure you’ll enjoy the show either way,” you flick back over to the Spree app and tap on your driver’s profile, “let's see who our next victim is,” you give a quick wink to the camera, “hmm…Kurt… five stars, cool, cool. His profile pic kinda sucks but y’know, not everyone’s good with a camera,” you sigh.

You idly scroll through the chat, quickly putting it into slow mode and muting TTS donations as the Prius rolls to a slow stop in front of you. You hastily climb into the back, kneeling on the middle seat, legs spread wide and arching your back performatively as you lean forward on to the center console.

“Hey! Y/N, right?” Kurt asks, those big doe eyes turning on you as you give a nod and a sly grin, “cool, I’m Kurt! Which you probably knew already, ‘cause of the, uh—and you’re going to~” he drawls awkwardly, glancing over to where his phone is mounted. 

He gives a tight-lipped frown, leaning forward and squinting at the location.

“Huh, did you mean to… that—it’s just, I live around here, so I know that’s just, uhm, some junkyard,” he glances back over to you, expression carefully blank. You tilt your head, smiling when his gaze moves to your barred throat, his eyes tracking the droplet of sweat that slides down the vein of your neck, catching on your exposed collarbone before dripping into your shirt. His face lightly flushes in the blue light of the LED strips lining the roof of the car before his eyes snap back up to yours.

“It’s got a killer view,” you say excitedly, phone still cupped in your hands and carefully tilted away so he can’t see your screen—so the front camera is pointed right up at his pretty face. And he is pretty—maybe a little greasy looking, but he’s got this soft face, big eyes taking everything in like it’s brand new, fringe flopping cutely across his forehead.

He looks pouty for a moment, staring at you with a calculated look before something seems to click for him, his whole demeanor changing in a second as he quickly glimpses at the camera mounted on his dash and then back to you, “y-yeah, I know! I pretty much grew up there! Th-that’s cool, that we both, like, know that place. What a fun coincidence.”

He turns back to the road, putting the car in gear. Temporarily satisfied, you lean back into your seat, taking stock of your surroundings, noting all of the cameras set up. You jokingly wink at one, making a jerking off motion with your hand and popping your cheek out before Kurt speaks, “there’s some water back there, if you’re thirsty,” he says, voice strained and faux cheerful. You catch his eye in the rearview and can’t help but chuckle at his flushed expression, obviously having caught what you were doing.

You glance at the bottles stuffed into the back seat pocket, plucking one out and pretending to examine the label. You ignore how Kurt nervously flickers his eyes between you and the road. 

You hum thoughtfully, glancing down to your phone camera for a moment before coming to a decision—there’s a lot of different ways to go about getting a real authentic hookup with some stranger, but the easiest for you has always been by riling the other person up, both sexually and emotionally. It was almost effortless to get into a man’s pants when they were overwhelmed by the adrenaline mix brought by both anger and horniness, all that blood rushing leading to poor decision making.

Usually it only works on the muscle bros, the closeted frat guys you sometimes chase after—a dangerous gamble that earns you the most amount of subs and donations—but you might be able to get this sleazy little guy worked up nice and good.

“Pure water, huh?” you start idly, meeting Kurt’s gaze in the mirror, “kind of a shit choice, don’t you think?”

“Wha—? Seriously? I’ve never had anyone complain before, a-and I mean, I guess it’s all about opinion, but I’ve tested a bunch of other waters, too. On my Youtube, Kurtsworld96? I’ve done a few different water reviews actually—but it's good water!”

“I mean, I guess. The water’s… decent. Too many minerals in it, it’s nothing compared to like… glacier water. Has an iron-y taste to it, like blood.”

“I don’t—I mean, maybe the one you tried was old, or something? Did you know water can expire? My mom worked at a grocery store a-and she had to like, pull water all the time because of that, but uh, maybe—maybe you should try it again? Y’know, just to see?”

“Ugh, no,” you feign disgust, looking at the water bottle like it’s personally wronged you, “I mean, even if the water tasted good, haven't you heard the company is, like, super problematic?” You lie, internally laughing at how Kurt grips the wheel a little tighter.

“N-no, it’s not! They’re r-really cool, actually, they—they’re always doing, raising money, to help estab–build water sources in other countries and, uh…” he stutters out, becoming more flustered as he speaks. 

“Sure, whatever,” you roll your eyes, tossing the water bottle over the backseat, “just be careful what brands your sporting when you’re trying to, y’know, grow your media presence,” you gesture to the cameras set up around the car before going back to your own phone and grinning at the scathing comments in your chat.

“Do you… are you a streamer too?” He asks, voice suddenly light and interested as he leans a bit towards you, actually turning to peer at you and your phone over his shoulder.

“Well… sort of…” you mumble, “similar vein, probably not the same content,” you shrug. He raises an eyebrow, one corner of his mouth quirked down.

“What d’you mean? I mean, you’re… are you live now? I-isn’t that kind of lifestyle or—”

You sigh, cutting him off with a roll of your shoulders, “can you turn some music on or something, babe?”

He bristles for a moment at the rude interruption before he softens a bit at the pet name, reaching to excitedly crank the radio. The speakers blare some shitty trance house garbage that makes your stomach feel topsy turvy. You sigh, unfolding your legs and settling into your seat as you type out in chat, making sure to highlight the message you send, letting everyone know about the plug you’re wearing. Most of them know the one you mean, you’d shone it off in your last stream. It was a good size, longer than it was thick. A pink flexible silicone-plastic mix.

You can’t help the loud moan that escapes your lips as the car hits a particularly large bump, the toy shifting and pressing deep as you bounce in your seat. Kurt does a double take back at you, eyes wide.

“A-are you okay?”

You grimace, your cock that’s been half hard this whole time giving a kick in your shorts at the pressure on your prostate, “yeah, yeah, just—this music is giving me a headache.”

“Oh. Are you… are you sure? It’s pretty good stuff, like, not to brag or anything but—”

“Kurt,” you interrupt again, his hand stilling on the volume knob where he was about to turn it up. You lean forward again, hooking your chin on the back of his seat, your right hand reaching to lightly rest against his knee, “turn your shit music off,” you murmur lowly, “we’re almost there.”

You feel his body go rigid underneath your palm, his leg twitching when you start to rub little circles with your thumb. He reluctantly switches the radio off, the car filled with a tense silence as he pulls up to the dump. You expect him to stop at the entrance, and hum approvingly when he drives past the gate, further into the dark scrapyard.

He puts the car in park, turning the engine off. You move your hand to his stomach and press lightly, feeling how his stomach flinches away from the touch. 

“You s-should, uhm, really drink some of that water,” he tries, voice weak, staring straight ahead and white-knuckling the steering wheel. He watches wearily as you slide his phone out of the holder and replace it with your own. He blanches when he sees the view count on your stream, the speed at which your chat scrolls up the screen. 

You move your hand up to grip bruisingly tight at his chin, yanking his head away from the phone to look wide and startled into your eyes, “shut up about the fucking water.” You smash your lips together, grinning at how Kurt freezes up before hesitantly meeting your searing kiss with a sloppy, messy imitation. 

You push his hands from the wheel and down to his sides, climbing from the back seat and into his lap, smooth and practiced, careful to keep your mouths locked as you suck at his tongue, earning a tiny little whine.

“What’re you, wh-what are you—” he gasps out, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air, unsure where to touch. You grab his wrists and guide him to grip your ass, groaning when you feel his fingers hesitantly squeezing and kneading.

You move your lips to his throat, biting and sucking at the skin there, “giving you your tip,” you grin, muffled against his neck. It’s one of your favorite lines to use. You rut your hips forward to grind the erection tenting your far-too-small shorts against his stomach, earning a breathy ‘fuck’ in return.

“You ever done this before?” You ask, rucking his shirt up to run your hands over his flat tummy, sliding underneath the fabric to thumb at his nipples. He keens in response, eyes closing and hips bucking up, “look at me, baby, you have such big eyes, so pretty,” you urge.

He blinks them back open, looking sideways at the camera over your shoulder and then back at you, gazing down as he gives a tiny shake of his head, “n-no, not, uhm… no.”

You make a noise caught between a moan and a hum, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his bottom lip, “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, Kurt, gonna let you fill me up,” you whine performatively as you grind your hips where his hard cock is pressing up against you, voice sultry for the camera, “already dripping for you,” you coo.

“Wh-what?” He asks, voice small and confused. You smile shark-like in return—there’s always a rush of power when you get to have someone’s first time, endorphins flooding your brain and tingling down your spine. You grab at one of his wrists again, sliding his hand up and down underneath your waist band.

“Feel that?” You urge, guiding his fingers to drag over the base of the plug. His lips part slightly, eyes widening as he curiously rubs the pad of his finger over the toy before giving a curious push. His face lights up when you moan out, and he does it again and again, making it rut hard against your prostate as he looks up at you in awe, your back arched and sweat tracing along your hairline. 

You feel your cock kick and squeeze his wrist to get him to stop, guiding both of his hands away so you can slide your shorts down, pulling one leg off and over your shoes and leaving them to dangle around your ankle. You mentally pat yourself on the back for deciding to go commando as Kurt’s eyes fall to your flushed, bobbing cock, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. 

He reaches a hand up, almost enraptured, before you slap it away, “no touching,” you chide, reaching down to press at the seat controls, pressing your lips back to Kurt’s own and swirling your tongue against the inside of his mouth as the seat slowly moves all the way back—giving a wider view of your bodies for the stream.

You tilt the seat back just a little, giving you a bit more height over Kurt as you make quick work of his belt, unzipping him and pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out, red and leaking—uncut and sizeable. He moans as his dick is released from the tight confines, and again—reedier, whinier—when you wrap your hand around it and give it a few tugs. 

You reach with the same hand to scoop up some of the lube dripping from your hole and slick up Kurt’s prick. His cock jumps and kicks with every stroke, his balls drawn up tight, already so close to coming with barely any touch. You reach around and slowly ease the plug out of you, groaning at the way your hole clenches to try and keep it in before you discard it into one of the cupholders.

You shuffle forward on your knees, rising up to position his dick against your ass. You grind back the tiniest bit, letting the cockhead rub against your twitching hole, only for Kurt to gasp, hips stuttering up as you feel his warm cum splatter between your cheeks. You look up at him with an expression caught between surprise and annoyance. 

“Seriously?” You huff, moving to shift off of him when he jolts forward, hands grabbing your hips with a bruising grip before he slams you down onto the entirety of his somehow-still-hard cock with one swift thrust. You nearly scream at the feeling, at him stretching you wide, his hips immediately bucking up in search of more of that hot, wet, tight heat. 

The plug had been plenty enough to stretch you out, and you quickly fall into rhythm, bouncing on his throbbing cock with vigor, putting on a show—moaning all lude and wet, his balls slapping up against your ass with the force at which he meets your thrusts. 

He’s pretty like this, bathed in the blue light of the LED strips, bottom lip caught between his teeth and eyes clenched closed in concentration. He’s panting, pouring sweat, his grip still digging aggressively against your hips as he bucks up into you.

You feel one of his legs shift, pulling up onto the edge of the seat before you’re suddenly falling back, spine bumping hard into the steering wheel as he moves to lean over you, one of his hands shifting from your hip and planting against the dashboard—his right leg folded underneath him while the other remains firm on the floor of the car. 

Your back is arched just enough to keep from hitting the horn, moans becoming more genuine by the second as the new angle has him dragging over your swollen prostate, the car filled with the sound of lube squelching as he humps into you—making his own broken little moans and whines against your throat, pretty pink lips dragging saliva-slick and wet over your skin. 

Your head rolls against your shoulder to glance over at your phone. You grin at the amount of tips and donations flooding in—sex is good, but nothing gets you off quite like money—though Kurt’s leaking cockhead rutting against your sweet spot on each push in and each drag out certainly helps as your hole clenches tight around him, moaning out as your prick throbs, hot semen spraying across the both of your clothed stomachs.

Kurt comes again, seconds after you, a broken cry falling from his mouth as he gives a few stuttering, brutal thrusts—his body finally stilling save for how he slightly circles and grinds his hips against your ass, filling you up with his load. 

He falls back into his seat with an ‘oomph’, legs spreading wide as you slowly lower to kneel between them. The space is cramped but you’re too worn out to care, mouthing wetly at the base of his softening cock, basking in how he squirms and makes these breathy little whines at the overstimulation. You focus on the feeling of his thick spend pushing out of your fluttering hole and sink into the afterglow. 

You turn to look at your phone after a few moments, cheek pressed against the rough denim of Kurt’s jeans as you squint at the small text of the chat. You roll your eyes at the crude comments and calls for an encore, smiling when you feel a hesitant hand settle on the top of your head before it slowly starts running through your hair.

You reach over and end the stream—the fans are used to a rather abrupt ending, anyways.

[sanguinescorpios]

stream sniper

dream x f!reader

summary | dream is on an important stream and too busy to give you attention. unfortunately for him, you’re feeling needy.

warnings | smut, thigh riding, voyeurism, dom!dream x sub!reader, edging, cockwarming, orgasm denial if you squint, this is filthy

word count | 2.8k

it started out innocent. you had been missing your boyfriend; between your school work and his editing, you rarely got to spend time together despite living in the same house.

you admit, you were a needy partner. you liked to be attached to clay’s hip at any chance you got, and he just let you. during recordings, during editing, even during streams; you were always there. it didn’t matter if he couldn’t really pay attention to you or if you had to sit on the couch behind his set up, you just enjoyed being in his presence.

this one, however, was slightly different than the average stream. you could count on one hand the amount of times clay had refused to let you be present for a stream and every time he had, it was a trainwreckstv stream.

it was fine, you always said, you understood. of course he wouldn’t want you there for a stream like that. he had to focus a lot harder on how and what he said on train’s podcast because the demographic and content was so drastically different from his own, and you would only distract him. it wasn’t personal. still, you couldn’t help but feel bitter about it. you missed him; final exams week had just ended and the idea of spending worry-free quality time with him was what got you through it. so you did what your totally logical brain told you to do: walk in anyways.

the door creaked as you opened it and you cringed internally. your sock-clad feet tread lightly as you moved forward into the room, praying your boyfriend wouldn’t notice your presence.

he did.

being a faceless creator, he didn’t even own a camera to accidentally have on, so you were safe on that front. the look on his face, however, told you that you were not so safe after all.

“i thought we agreed on you not being here for this stream?” he asked after tapping the mute keybind on his keyboard. he spun around in his chair with an abrupt kick from his heel, trying and failing to veil his annoyance.

“we did...but i missed you.”

he rolled his eyes, still ticked off but not so much that he was willing to turn you away. he missed you as well, he couldn’t deny it. not having you in his arms for so many hours was excruciating, though he tried not to think so dramatically. clay waved you over to him, the corners of his lips curling up at your attire.

“is that my shirt?” he asked, and you nodded. placing his large hands firmly on your hips, clay kept you close to him while he took a closer look at the oversized red t-shirt. it hung loosely on you, two sizes too big and ending mid-way down your thighs. clay couldn’t help but notice your lack of pants, too.

swooping his head down, he pressed a kiss to your exposed thigh. you brought your hands up to your face, heating up by the second, and giggled.

“no pants, hm?”

you gave him another non-verbal response, bashfully shaking your head while looking down at him through your fingers. he tsked you before pressing another kiss against your skin, inching closer and closer to where you needed him most.

“naughty girl,” he remarked after a few more kisses.

“aren’t you on a stream right now?”

clay glanced behind himself at his monitor, watching as the grown men on the screen argued with each other over some nonsensical issue. returning his gaze to you, he shrugged.

“yeah, but it was getting pretty boring.”

without a warning, clay clumsily pulled you into his lap and spun the two of you back around in his chair. after giving you one more kiss, he placed his headphones back on his head and returned to the conversation on his computer.

“yo, dream, you’ve been pretty quiet, man,” train noted, just in time.

“yeah my cat was acting weird, so i was gone for a minute.” clay placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed, a stupid grin on his face. this was gonna be one hell of a night.

***

you hated to say it, but you regretted crashing the stream. the conversation was painfully boring and dragging on, but there was no way you could leave now with the hold clay had on you. one hand lay around your middle and the other was firmly gripping your thigh. with his calloused fingers rubbing circles into the crease between your leg and your torso and his confident voice rumbling in your ear, you weren’t sure if you’d make it to the end of the stream. maybe he was teasing you, or maybe you were just needy. either way, you were gonna need a little more attention than this.

you stretched your neck in order to meet clay’s gaze, hoping he’d see the desperation in your eyes. instead, he gave you a soft smile and a kiss on the nose before turning back to the screen. he expected you to turn back as well so when you didn’t, he took notice.

reaching to mute himself, he gave you a concerned look.

“you alright, baby?” he asked and you shook your head no, “what’s up?”

“need you,” you admitted, barely concealing the whine that threatened to escape your throat.

clay’s eyes darkened ever so slightly, making it feel like the air had just been sucked out of the room. he was thinking, debating what to do next as he bounced you on his leg. the pace was punishingly slow and you grit your teeth to hold yourself together. 

“i’m a little busy, pretty girl,” he began as you let out a whine, “you’ll have to take care of yourself for now.”

you weren’t sure what that meant until you followed his gaze down. oh. oh. he wants you to...use him. okay. you raised yourself off his lap and he gave you a confused look, but it disappeared as soon as he saw you slipping out of your panties and was replaced by a smug smile. 

climbing back onto his leg, facing him this time, you let out a puff of air. fuck, he felt good. your already dripping center pressed against clay’s jean-clad thigh, the rough fabric intensifying any amount of friction you could manage. you wanted to move so badly, but clay’s tight hold on your hips kept you stationary. you looked up at him with big eyes, silently asked for permission. finally, he nodded.

you immediately began rutting your hips against his thigh, resting your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself. fuck, you thought as you felt the sturdiness of him underneath you, his shoulders. small mewls and whimpers escaped you as you increased your pace, chasing a high that you weren’t sure you could reach on your own.

train had clay talking about his sudden success, which was a fan-favorite topic as everyone either hated or loved him for it. the only catch was that, being the nature of train’s podcast, the focus was less on the money and more on the, well, you know.

“think about it, dream. there are people out there fucking themselves to the sound-to the thought of you. isn’t that crazy?” you heard train ask, though it was muffled by clay’s headset. 

clay looked down at his lap, on which you were grinding your bare clit like a bitch in heat, and then back up to his monitor.

“not really.”

you nearly moaned at his words, but hid it by sucking a bruise into clay’s neck. clay hissed at the feeling and tried to push you off, but you were unrelenting. you swirled your tongue around the section of his skin to soothe the pain. pulling back to admire your work, you were met with a now aggravated clay.

“y-yeah i’m alright man,” he started, glaring down at you, “my cat just scratched me.”

you rolled your eyes. great excuse, asshole.

you began to lean back down towards his already bruising neck, but were instead met with a strong hand gripping your jaw, turning you to face your now dually frustrated boyfriend. something had shifted, the air felt thicker and clay felt sharper, all softness void from his demeanor. the look in his eyes was made of steel and flickering between your own gaze and your mouth, brows furrowed and tongue dipping between his lips to swipe across them. the little voice in your head was screaming “danger”, but danger didn’t look so bad in that moment. danger looked good, danger looked worth the risk. danger looked like getting the best fuck of your life. 

ignited by the heat building in your core and the near-paralyzing look clay was giving you, you continued your previous actions. rutting your hips against clay’s thigh with fervor, you smiled proudly at him. the roughness of his jeans sent shivers through your body, you had to be soaking him and you were only getting wetter by the second.

your chin raised, a smug smile plastered to your features, and that challenging glint in your eye - you were such a fucking brat and clay lived to put you in your place. his hold on your jaw tightened before sliding down to rest on your throat, squeezing until your eyelids began to flutter and your thrusts grew sloppier. the knot in his stomach twisted tighter at the sight. fuck, clay thought, you were something else. something that needed to be taught a lesson.

clay muted again, taking advantage of the ad break to pull down his sweatpants and pull out his cock. he pumped it a few times, precum leaking from the tip and sliding down his length. your stomach flipped at the sight, never not taken back by his size. clay grabbed you by your hips and spun you around so that you were facing his pc, facing everyone on the call that you had nearly forgotten he was still on. then, he began to tease his tip at your entrance. 

“this what you wanted, pretty girl? wanted me to treat you like a slut? wanted me to fuck you with everyone on the call?”

you moaned at the feeling of him circling the place you needed him most. the heat was still heavy on you from your previous actions and your body was no less frenzied than before, you wanted your release more than anything. knowing that all of those people were there didn’t help your crazed state. you felt dirty and you liked it.

“sit.”

you lifted yourself over him without a second thought, slick and sensitive from the buildup of your long-awaited orgasm. a moan slipped past your lips at the stretch, feeling every inch of him against your walls as he bottomed out. instinctively, you let your head fall against clay’s shoulder, overwhelmed by how full you felt. god, he felt so good. when you went to move, clay’s strong hands gripped your hips and held you in place.

you whimpered against his neck, trying and failing to get some sort of friction going. when that didn’t work, you opted to clench around him, but clay simply tsk-ed you.

“you’ve been naughty, baby,” he started, “now you’ll sit here like a good girl and keep me warm until the stream’s over.”

what? you thought to yourself, the panic setting in. he can’t be serious!

“no, no, no, no, i’ll be good!” you begged. you’d been practically edging yourself for what felt like hours now, you needed him to let you release.

“i know you will, baby. now sit still for daddy, okay?”

time passed immeasurably slow. your mind was racing with thoughts, trying to focus on anything but clay’s cock throbbing inside of you. you tried your hardest not to squeeze him too often, despite how much relief it brought you. clay was feeling the heat too, your warm, velvety walls gripped him impossibly tight and he was beginning to regret choosing this punishment. you needed the lesson, but god was he suffering for it.

when the stream finally came to an end, the first thing clay did was thrust up into you. you yelped, gripping his arm in surprise at the sudden movement. he started up a steady pace, pounding up into you and rubbing harshly at your clit. the feeling was intense, especially after how long you’d been teased and forced to wait, and you found yourself moaning wildly because of it, unable to control your noises as he spun you around in his lap once again.

“had to-make me-punish you-during a stream, huh?” he taunted between harsh thrusts, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you to look at him. “had to choose today to be a little slut?”

you let out a near-pornographic noise, your eyes rolling back into your head as he hit your most sensitive spot.

“i asked you a question.”

“i’m sorry, daddy. i - ah! - i won’t do it again!” you wailed, head falling back as you felt your release fastly approaching.

clay grunted and forced you to look at him again, pushing his thumb into your mouth and letting you drool around it.

“look at me when you fucking speak,” he ordered.

he picked up the pace in frustration, wanting you to apologize appropriately. you distracted him, you should know how much he hates that. you should also know how much he demands your eye contact, getting fucked or not.

you coerce your eyes open and look at him, not concerned about how absolutely wrecked you must look right now. mascara running down your cheeks with tears from over and under stimulation, eyeliner smudged around your blown out eyes, lips red and sore from kissing on his neck, you were a mess. a hot one, if you asked clay.

“i’m sorry, daddy. i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” you continued to babble around his finger as his thrusts somehow grew harder and harder, the pace excruciatingly pleasurable. you were going to cum, you knew that much, but you needed permission.

“gonna cum, daddy!” you warned, feeling the burning knot in the pit of your stomach begging to unravel.

“cum for me, baby. make daddy proud.”

and make daddy proud you did, cumming hard around clay’s cock and feeling yourself spray his stomach with your juices. did you just? oh my god, you did. the embarrassment only made you feel hotter as clay continued to fuck your hole past your orgasm. you whined from the overstimulation, but he couldn’t have cared less.

clay’s moans went from low grunts to higher, breathy gasps, the closer he got the lighter his noises became. his brows were furrowed tightly and his eyes were blown out, the darkest shade of green you think you’d ever seen. the muscles in his arm pulsed as he gripped your waist tighter, completely using you as his own personal fuck toy. he was almost there, you could feel it in the way he gave his all but couldn’t keep up the organized pace he had before. you needed him to cum, not just because you were close to being worked up all over again from the stimulation, but because you wanted to make him feel good. in that moment, making him cum felt like your life purpose, your only purpose. you didn’t just want him to cum, you needed it.

“please give me your cum daddy, wanna feel it inside me,” you begged, taking matters into your own hands, “need you to make me yours.”

at that, clay groaned out a loud string of profanities and came inside of you. he painted your insides, you could feel him everywhere. you sighed at the feeling, warm and full and satisfied. clay let his head fall into the crook of your neck as he breathed through his cool down, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder and mumbling praises and ‘i love you’s’. it took a moment for either of you to actually speak, just relishing in the moment and enjoying each others company.

“you gonna move anytime soon, bud?” you finally asked with a giggle. clay simply shook his head and buried it farther into your neck, humming out a ‘no’.

“wanna make sure it stays in for a while.”

you giggled again at his confession, pressing a kiss to the side of his head and ruffling his hair.

“okay baby,” you paused and pouted, “i’m sorry for interrupting your stream.”

clay sat back and gave you a soft smile, pressing his finger to your lips and turning your frown upside down, literally. he shook his head and gave you a sweet kiss, pressing his own lips tenderly to yours.

“don’t apologize, it was worth it.” a cheeky smile spread across his face and you rolled your eyes, the endearing air around you severed by your boyfriend’s childishness. you loved it, though you’d never tell him.

“you think anyone was suspicious of us?” you inquired, hoping to god no one had picked up on your quiet moans while the stream was still going.

“nah,’ clay lied.

[2-fast-2-curious]

This Is As Easy As Lovers Go

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Female Silk!Reader

Warnings: dubious consent because of this pheromone business, intercourse, there’s a bit of fluffy stuff

Words: 1170

Author’s Note: I wrote this with an Asian reader in mind (I am also Asian btw). Read part 1 here since it probably won’t make a lot of sense without it. My own personal headcanon would be that Silk!Reader is from TASM!Peter’s universe but they’ve never been close enough physically for the pheromones to affect them. That is until MCU!Peter’s spell brings them together. I feel like in the first one it seemed like Peter was a bit reluctant so I tried to make him less so here.

Masterlist for Peter Parker

Peter woke up covered in sweat despite the sheets laying in a crumpled mess on the floor. He rubbed his eyes and found your naked body completely underneath him. In his sleep, he had practically been humping you into the mattress

So last night wasn’t just a dream. You were real and here you were. Peter brushed the hair out of your face. It was soft like… silk (I couldn’t help myself). You are stunning and Peter is sure it wasn’t just your shared senses speaking. The contours of your face were delicate yet sharp like they had been sculpted by a master carver. He wished he had his camera with him but multiversal travel didn’t seem to work like that.

Peter realized he had been rutting against you this whole time and he didn’t even notice. Startled by his own actions and lack of control, Peter stopped abruptly causing you to whine in protest.

With one hand you rubbed your eyes and the other reached down to wrap around his erection.

“We can’t keep doing this.” Peter protested despite his hips thrusting his cock on your hard so you could go faster. “We’re almost out of condoms and I’m pretty sure we need to eat plus with both of us here criminals are probably out having a field day.”

“Just one more round and we’ll get something to eat pretty boy.” Now that he mentioned it you were pretty hungry. “I promise”

You got on your hands and knees while Peter grabbed his last condom and rolled it onto his cock. Peter crawled over to where you were, getting behind you. He played with your hair for a bit before moving it off your shoulder and kissing his way down your spinal column. He continued going lower with his thick tongue eager to lap at your pussy.

“Please Peter I need your cock, it makes me feel so good. No one hits me so deeply.”

Peter playfully rolled his eyes, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer roughly so the flesh of your ass hit the front of his thighs. He just kind of rested himself there with his cock between your slopping pussy lips.

He leaned over you, you felt his breath against your ear and you wiggled your butt hoping it might entice him to do something. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You seriously felt like you might have just died and gone to heaven. You were trembling so Peter wrapped his arms around your middle to keep you steady as you reached behind to line his cock with your desperate pussy. “Feels so good.”

True to his word, Peter didn’t move. He just sat back and watched your tits sway as you used him. You screamed Peter’s name as you came and he leaned over and kissed your neck as he filled the condom with his cum.

You were true to your word and you and Peter went to the nearest grocery store for food. Peter’s first mistake was giving you his clothes to borrow. Already he was having his doubts the two of you could come back in one piece. You looked gorgeous, the legs of his sweats were long so you had cuffed them and you had tied up his t-shirt to expose a sliver of midriff.

Peter’s pants have never felt tighter. Not even during the Dashboard Confessional emo phase he went through. He almost wonders if he’s accidentally grabbed a pair from Peter 1. The closest store to Peter just happened to be a Korean supermarket so you guys fill your basket with prepared foods like gimbap and banchan. Thank god there’s also a pharmacy. You and Peter buy condoms and pick up the morning after pill just in case.

In the snack aisle, Peter makes his second mistake of touching your lower back so he could move behind you to grab a bag of chips on the top shelf. You bit your lip to suppress a moan, automatically arching your back and pushing out your butt to grind against his crotch. “I swear to god you’re going to get me arrested for indecent exposure.” Honestly, maybe it's the idea of Peter in handcuffs, but that only gets you even more hot and bothered.

Peter adjusts his crotch and walks awkwardly to the cash register with all the items. You end up having to pay because Peter’s wallet is in his front pocket and he feels like its way too risky to try to touch himself anywhere even in that area

The two of you get back to the apartment with a rushed hello to the other two Peters who are playing some cannibal survival video game in the living room. As soon as the room to his door closes, your Peter lifts you in his arms and fucks you, fully supporting your weight the entire time and at times even one-handed as he used the other to rub your clit. It didn’t take you and Peter too long to come apart.

“We can’t function like this.” Peter says as you feed him a piece of gimbap.

“I kind of like it.” You shrugged. “You and I have this off-the-charts chemistry. I’ve never felt this powerful.”

“We can’t be sent back to our universe like this. While we’re still here I think we should ask the other Peters for their help.” Peter watched as you thought it over, you really were beautiful and sweet in what little conversation you and Peter had been able to have. “Even if we’re cured I think we’d still be really attracted to each other just dialled down from what it is now.” 

You smiled at that thought. You had to admit Peter was right, you had things you needed to do when you got back. To focus on them you couldn’t constantly be distracted by a man with a body like that, the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen, and hair that was fluffy like cotton candy. Not all the time.

“When we get back, I’ll find you again and we’ll hang out. I think it would be cool to have a sexy spider-lady as a…” Peter trailed off when he realized he didn’t know what to call this.

You smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, mentally adding his nose to the list of things you liked about Peter. He had a cute nose. “But yeah, I’d really like us to know each other without anything else that could cloud our judgement. Just you and me.”

“I’d like that too, Peter.” You stood up and redressed holding your hand out to pull Peter onto his feet. It was hot to Peter how strong you were and he was making his own list of favourite things about you in his head. “I guess we’d better let the other Peters know.”

[stormblessed95]

Hi Storm! Welcome back from your vacay.

TKKrs going crazy lately because Tae has been including JK in his IG stories. They of course see it as a “sign”. I don’t know what Tae was thinking when he posted but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t that. But I had a thought, maybe he was doing it as a way to hype up JK because JK’s collab with Charlie Puth is coming out this week. You know, like promoting JK as a solo artist. And then who does he post today, Hobi, the next member who has solo activities up. What do you think?

Thanks,

J

Hi J 🥰 starting this by saying my irritation is not with you, but everyone who I've seen over the past few months lose their minds over this. Lol so if that comes out in this post, please know its not directed at YOU specifically 🥰

I think this is an incredible beautiful photo of a beautiful man in front of a beautiful arch during an important memory for the 7 of them, taken by a talented photographer who has an eye for that sort of stuff. And i think people need to STOP microanalyzing every single thing these guys do. And to especially please stop being so hyper sensitive to taekook. Because my god, did the times when Tae posted mostly to weverse and his photos were a third himself and the members, a third Tannie and a third Jimin freak people out this bad? Or did everyone coo over vmin being cute. Because if this is making you lose your mind but the vmin weverse spam doesn't, that's an issue. I mean, it's an issue either way, but it's a big issue you need to work through about your issues with taekook specially if it's just them causing you issues. A few examples.

Not to mention he also just posted a VIDEO of Hobi on his Instagram Stories. And not a single mention from jikookers? Or anyone else? No one gives AF as long as its not JK on Taes insta? Literally WHY is that?

Or how he posted Hobi all over his stories when they went to Hawaii together on vacation a few months ago with their families. Including a photo of them in a pool in the middle of the night in the rain with the biggest smiles. And a sweet caption AND he tagged Hobi there too and himself lol

Or he also just posted Wooshik to his stories. And tagged him as well. No one notices that or cares about that? Or again. Only matters when it's JK? What's the difference between JKs photo and all these other ones. Someone please tell me. Because I'm not seeing one.

And it's not like Jimin is absent from Taes social media account either on Instagram. Tae took a cropped photo of vmin looking at each other from behind during the esquire shoot.

As for your question about if Tae is posting the members in order to promote them for their solo activities, who knows. I don't personally think so. I think he is just posting things as he wants to post them. I'd think if he was promoting JKs collab, it'd be more clear. Same with Hobi. Both posts had to do with things rhey did as BTS. Performing on stage most recently and their most recent MV filming. And I don't think he is posting with Wooshik to promote their ITS Wooga Squad episodes coming up either. I think he is just out with or recently went out with him and wanted to share. I REALLY don't see the need to over think these things and I really wish people would chill the heck out about it all and just appreciate the photos we are being given. Lol again though, who knows. I'm not Tae, I don't know his thought process. I'm just here for the ride and enjoying how often he is sharing pieces of his camera roll with us 😍😍

Thanks for the ask, sorry for the rant. Lol Hope you all have a good day 💜💜💜

[bunnys-babies]

Fatigue, pt. 4

Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

wc: 3.4k

warning(s): some angst I’m sorry okay someone tell Adele to calm it then, jealousy, but hurt/comfort! Kissing 😳 it gets pretty heated but nothing I would describe as 18+!

a/n: the support on this lil series that originally started as a oneshot is so sweet!! Hope you guys like this part :) it’s my fav part so far and as always I love ur little thoughts and comments!

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

A crackly sounding sigh coming from your phone, which is currently resting face down on your comforter, pulls your overly critical stare from your figure in the mirror in front of you.

“Hurry the fuck up and show me what you’re wearing.” Levi made sure to speak with so much bother you could hear the roll of his eyes.

Rolling your own, you pick up your phone and flip the camera to show him your choice of apparel for your date that’s happening in t-minus 27 minutes; 27 minutes that are going by all too soon.

“So”, you stretch out your arm to gesture to the rest of your body, “what do we think? Any comments, questions, or concerns?”

“Yeah I have one.”

Oh here we go.

“Why the hell are you entertaining this guy and going on a date with him?” You can feel the coldness coming from him through the screen. Luckily for you he seems to be driving, so his gaze isn’t completely focused on your nervous fidgeting.

It was almost like fate the way Garrett asked you on a date just a couple weeks after Levi brought him up at dinner.

“I think I said his name too many times. He’s like beetlejuice. You don’t think that’s a bad sign?”

You chuckled to yourself at the recollection of what Levi had first said when you told him he actually asked you on a date. Funny enough, you told him on your way to one of your now weekly dinner dates - um, gatherings - you two have been doing at Dolly’s place. (It wasn’t really called Dolly’s place, but it felt fitting enough. And you adored the way the apples of her cheeks tinted in color and bunched up as she smiled when you first referred to it as her place. She was such an angel.)

—

“Where exactly are you going then?” He eyed you up and down as he spoke, squinting harshly to show you how much he was judging your current life choices.

“We’re not sure yet, Levi. I just thought it was nice he asked, I haven’t been on a date in god knows when. And he’s nice, so I’m kind of excited.” You shrugged your shoulders and looked anywhere but Levi’s face, unsure as to why you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“You said yes, and he hadn’t even planned anything for you yet?”

Rolling your neck and groaning, you stop him with a pull of his shirt on your walk to Dolly’s in the middle of the vacant parking lot.

“Levi”, he hums exasperatedly, “I don’t need everything handed to me on a silver platter, let alone from a guy I’ve only had a handful of conversations with. And it’s only a first date. And, it’s literally not a big deal at all that he hasn’t decided on a place yet.”

He stops to turn until his body is facing you completely.

“Yes you do. Why would you deserve anything less?” His face is blank, and it takes you a moment to process what he’s saying. But maybe it took so long because you were distracted by the fact you swore his fingers reached to the side to brush against your hand from where you have a grip on the end of his sleeve.

But of course the sparks you might’ve felt from his sincerity in that moment vanish as he makes his final remark.

“Jesus, you’re so self deprecating it’s depressing.”

Thanks, Levi.

He turns on his heel and his sleeve is snatched from your grasp as he continues forward, “Whatever, just don’t take him to our place.”

Our place?

“I said Dolly’s place.” He hasn’t let up on his pace as he says this as you stand still in shock for a brief moment. Not only had you not realized you spoke aloud, but you’re a little taken aback at the way he so suddenly corrects you. Andddd now you have to jog to catch up with him.

You nod in understanding rather than choosing to argue with him, you know what you heard.

“Okay, I won’t take him to Dolly’s place.”

Hm, our place.

—

You snatch the phone closer to your face and flip the camera, giving him an objectively unflattering angle of your face.

“I’m going because I want to, end of story.” You give him a proud middle finger in front of a small smile, “I’ll text you after I promise.”

You get a single middle finger back before he hangs up.

Asshole didn’t even give me an answer.

ding!

Booger: You look great by the way.

You smile softly to yourself as you begin to type back a response before another comes through.

Booger: So you should probably go in something like sweat pants instead.

You: fuck you. Also I’m turning my ringer off so if you text and I don’t reply right away that’s why - not bc I’m dead

Booger: Okay. Stay safe. Trevor seems a little sketchy

You smile wider and roll your eyes. What a dork.

You: It’s Garrett.

Booger: Mhm.

Clicking your phone off, you stare at yourself in the mirror one more time as Levi’s question continued to echo in your mind.

Why were you going on a date with Garrett?

You shook the thought from your head and placed it in your hands with a sigh as you plopped onto the edge of your bed.

There’s nothing wrong with a little date. Going out for a quick eat, some light conversation? It’s innocent, harmless. Right?

You don’t think you could describe it if you tried, but there was a sick and twisted feeling in the pit of your stomach. And although you can’t articulate what exactly it is (see also: indigestion), or where it’s from, you have a growing feeling it’s somehow Levi’s fault.

You wish he was here right now, able to look at you in person and send you off with a semi-friendly shove instead. A thumbs up, pardon, middle finger, through the phone wasn’t exactly the encouragement you needed.

Is that what you needed though, encouragement? Or did you need to be convinced?

Convinced that this date was worth your time; convinced that going out with Garrett tonight would truly make you happy; convinced that there isn’t anyone better or more willing to make you happy; convinced that you secretly don’t want someone else.

You feel tears begin to swell up and make your eyes hot and throat sore. It wasn’t even a secret anymore, you knew why you were going on this date with Garrett. You had an answer.

How else were you supposed to move on and forget about Levi?

You’ve always had a small crush on him sure, who hasn’t who’s met him. He had that “piss off” charm and angry, tired eye look going for him. Hot. But you don’t know when it began to become something more.

Maybe it was when you started to hang out more. When he started to text you with his goofy emoticons, angry and happy. If you had to pin point it to an exact moment, maybe it would be the day he brought you coffee in the library for the umpteenth time.

He didn’t have to, but he did. He wanted to, so he did.

God, this isn’t fair.

A brash knock at your front door stops you dead in your tracks on the way to a, “The Notebook”, level of romantic crisis.

Sitting up straight, you take a few deep breaths and swallow down your tears and frustration.

Not right now, not right now, not right now, not right now, not right -

It’s all you can repeat to yourself as you march towards the second rapping of knocking to meet Garrett.

Not right now, not right now -

Or apparently, who you thought was Garrett. But it’s not, it’s Levi.

How the fuck did he get here so fast?

Before you have time to process why Levi is standing at your front door, he pushes past you and welcomes himself inside.

Your grip on the door tightens as you try to calm yourself down, he was the last person you could stand to see right now. Closing the door with a gentle click, you stay in your place, not turning around.

Your hands rested on the door until you brought them to your chest, fiddling with them as you turned on your heels, only for your heart to clench and your stomach to churn as if a simple motion equated to a drop on a roller coaster.

Levi was already sitting down on your couch, but not how he usually does. He likes leaning back into the cushion, legs spread a polite amount with his hands resting in his lap. He always looks so inviting like that, like he’s waiting for you to saunter over and take a seat next to him, or maybe even on him. Except now he’s different, physically closed off. He’s not even looking at you.

The couch makes a soft noise of fabric scratching against fabric, and the hardwood floor beneath his feet creaks and groans as he adjusts himself. He’s sat on the edge, his knees facing the opposite direction from where you stand while he’s leaned forward, head and hands hanging down. And with the way his hair lays, it makes it so you can barely see anything above his cheekbones.

Against your better judgment, you walk forward until you’re standing in front of him.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly.

You don’t get a response right away, but he does start shuffling his hand around in the pocket of his hoodie, only to pull something out and shove it up in the air in your general direction.

“Here.” His volume catches you off guard, it’s louder than you spoke and generally louder than he usually speaks as well.

Carefullly, you take it from him and spin it around in your hands.

It was a small, pocket sized, black piece of plastic in the shape of a rectangle. Bringing it up closer to your face, you noticed an attachment for a key ring.

Is this.. did he.. is this a fucking taser?

You want to scream.

It’s no one’s fault but your own, but is it so cruel to have hoped that maybe, just maybe, he had come to stop you from going on the date and ask you out himself instead?

This has successfully pushed you over the edge.

It takes everything in you to not tase Levi himself as he sits in front of you and looks up at you with that… That… That dumb, clueless, lost, stupid, cute little expression.

Clearly he doesn’t have a single thought behind those eyes.

You’re going to kill him.

“Better safe than sorry, right?” His eyebrows raise just a little as he waits for your response.

You are definitely going to kill him.

He waits silently for your response, and you want to speak, you really do. You want to smack him on the chest and laugh, to make some snarky remark back, to brush it off and tell him to kick rocks before your date gets here. But all you can bring yourself to do is stare down at him in silence as you battle the way your face starts to scrunch and squirm, and before you know it hot globs of tears begin to stream down your cheeks.

“I need you to leave.” Your voice is so quiet that if you weren’t crying surely he would’ve asked you to repeat yourself.

He’s already standing and ushering you to take his spot on the couch before you can tell him twice, clearly not hearing your request. That or he doesn’t care.

Warm hands come up to caress your cheeks and pull your face down. When Levi crouched down in front of you between your thighs you’re not sure, but you can’t take this.

“Levi please-“

“You need to tell me what’s going on. Did I say something? I was being genuine with the taser, you never know with men. I wasn’t poking fun. And you really do look lovely I- I meant that. I’m, uhm - shit - my joke about you wearing sweat pants was that, just a joke.” He’s rambling so uncharacteristically fast you can barely keep up with him.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.” He squeezes your cheeks just a little bit tighter.

This is humiliating.

A call of your name pulls your gaze up from the floor to meet his eyes, which were beginning to gloss over and turn red themselves after going wide once he saw your own tear stained face.

“I really don’t want to go on this date, I think.” You awkwardly laugh when he tilts his head to the side a little, clearly unsure if that’s the real reason you broke into a sob.

“Okay, you don’t have to. I can wait here until he arrives, and I’ll tell him you’re not feeling well if you want. Or, whatever you’d like me to tell him.” He pauses between practically every word, speaking softly and treading lightly to be sure he doesn’t upset you.

You sigh and wipe your face, giving him a nod and expecting him to stand and make his way to another part of the house or sit next to you. Instead, he stays, kneeling and looking up at you like he’s expecting you to say more.

In most circumstances, the length at which you two have been staring at each other would begin to feel uncomfortable at this point, but it goes on.

He has to something to say, you can tell by how he takes a breath and parts his lips every few moments, but it never comes. His eyes will flutter across your face and come back to meet yours as he purses his lips, he must be thinking very hard about what he wants to say. And all you can do is stare back and wait. It’s not like you had anything too profound to say yourself.

He leans in just a millimeter closer and moves his hands to squeeze your jean clad thighs,

“Why?”

You furrow your brows in confusion and shake your head, “Why what?”

“What made you change your mind, um, a-about him?”

Oh.

If you didn’t say it to him with your words, you think your eyes might have. You knew if you spoke you’d be done for, your mind was blank. There wasn’t a single lie you could confidently spout right now that he wouldn’t pry at. And what, were you supposed to tell him the truth? Hell no.

But somewhere between lie and hell no, your stare must’ve flicked between his lips and eyes one too many times. Because now you notice his hands are squeezing your legs tighter before sliding up to hold your face, they’re shaking and clammy, his breathing is audibly faster, and his face is on it’s way to crimson.

One hand is palming the back of your neck and the other stays on your cheek, slowly pulling you down towards him until his breath is intermingling with yours.

“Kiss me, please.” He sounds breathless, and he spoke so tenderly that almost all you can register is the way his slightly chapped lips brush against yours with his words, but it’s all you need.

You push your face closer until your lips are interlocked with his, bringing your hands up and around his shoulders to tug at his hair with a fervor and need from him that’s lighting your stomach on fire.

It’s messy, anything but gentle and sweet: teeth clashing together, nips at each others lips, awkward bumps of noses, but neither of you care.

He groans slightly as you dig your nails into his shoulders a little too roughly, standing up between your legs now until your straining to lean up and meet his lips.

You pull down on the hem of his shirt, trying to show him how bad you need this, need him, he can’t end this yet. You squeal into his mouth as he’s quickly pulling you up with him and walking you towards the back of the couch again, only to push you back down, gently, and crawl on top of you.

God, is all he says before he dives his lips back down to meet yours. The ends of his hair tickle your temples and cage both your faces in so intimately. You bring your hands up underneath his shirt to splay them across his broad, toned back and pull him down closer, your chests touching and moving together in time with your shared heavy breathing.

His nerves must still be the best of him, because he chuckles into your mouth as your hand brushes against a spot on his side. That, or he’s ticklish.

You don’t have time to ponder on the thought because he’s now leaned back up and hovering above you, and is pulling his shirt over his head.

Oh god.

You’re lucky he’s too busy enamored with you to notice the way you obviously gawk at his defined torso that’s within arms reach.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to ponder too long on that thought either as a heavy handed knock at your door makes you yelp.

Levi hops to his feet and yanks his shirt back over his head to make his way to the door, all while you lay flat as a board and attempt to sink into the couch cushions, realization hitting you as to what’s just happened.

Thank god Levi’s thinking clearly, and thank god you’re still frozen so Garrett can’t see you from the doorway.

You hear the door creak open and a distant exchange of words pass between the pair, not entirely sure what those words might be. You wait for the sound of the door shutting before creeping up and peeking at Levi from the arm of the cushion.

Oh shit.

You hope Levi had a good excuse as to why you won’t be going on that date, because he looks wrecked.

His hair is a mess, his lips are still shining, red, and puffy, his cheeks are flushed, he’s even still breathing heavy, and Jesus Christ his shirt is on backwards and inside out.

“What?” Levi pants, looking at you with pursed lips and wide eyes.

You can’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, only laughing harder once you hear Levi mumble, “is it because you touched a ticklish spot earlier?”

So he is ticklish.

You cover your mouth and sit up a little more, what did you look like right now?

“So, what did you say to him?” You stare at him and only his face while you try to ignore the way your stomach does somersaults as he reaches up to itch the back of his head, his lower stomach peeking out from the hem of his shirt.

“Um, you were sick.” He looks up at the ceiling and sighs. You’ve noticed he does that often when he’s feeling nervous or awkward.

“Sick?!” You laugh loudly again, getting out a, have you seen yourself? And you tell him I’m sick?, between breaths.

He slowly makes his way over to join you on the couch, his knee bumping into yours.

“At least someone had the idea to even answer the door.” He leans in close with a scowl.

He’s so cute.

You can’t help but smile softly and lean in to kiss him again, making a mental note of the way his shoulders bunched up and his eyebrows raised with surprise, a hmm vibrating into your mouth.

He pulls away this time, bringing his hands up to wipe at the corners of your mouth before sitting back and staring at you. He was still so red, again, adorable.

“Well, um, since you’re free. Do you maybe want to go on a date?” He clears his throat at the end of his sentence. It’s like he’s a sweaty middle schooler asking their crush on a date to the mall with their mom; She said she’ll drive!

“Not like you have anything better to do anyways.”

Hm, there it is.

You smile and stand, still floating on cloud nine to even think of a witty response back.

Nodding your head, you toss your keys at him, debating on whether or not to tell him his shirts on wrong.

“Fine, but if you piss me off I’m using this.” You zap the taser in his direction before grabbing your own set of keys.

Rolling his eyes, like usual, he walks past you towards the door. He should be grateful you have a heart.

You pull him back by his hand before he can exit the house fully, chuckling and tugging upwards on his shirt.

“I thought, um, we were going to get dinner?” You stop mid lift to give him a look and proceed to pull your hands away.

“You are more than welcome to go out with your shirt on inside out and backwards if you’d like, Levi.” You smile at the way he’s clearly embarrassed before he fixes his shirt himself.

“Whatever, let’s go brat.”

He’s very lucky indeed.

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[handsomelyhiddleston]

Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.

“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.

Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”

“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”

Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”

“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.

“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.

“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.

The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…

The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…

The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or  on your hip or in one of your hands...

He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…

He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…

He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…

In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…

You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.

Your phone pinged…

*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?

Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.

You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s

Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.

“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”

You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…

“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.

“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.

“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.

“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*

“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.

“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.

“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.

When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”

“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.

“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.

“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”

“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.

“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.

“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”

“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.

“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.

“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.

“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”  

“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.

“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”

“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.

“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.

“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.

“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”

Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.

You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.

“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”

“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”

You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.

“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.

“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”