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BUNK 19

SONG EUNSEOK (송은석)

☆ BUNK 19

ABOUT 𓂃 ࣪˖ what happens in bunk 19 does in fact stay in bunk 19. and the boathouse. and the dining hall. and the tennis courts. and the counselor jacuzzi.

WARNING 𓂃 ࣪˖ language, fake camp name, aespa + nct appearances, a smidge of angst, penetrative sex (f. receiving, both vaginal and anal), lots of spitting, a challengers reference if you squint, object insertion (do not try this at home), unprotected sex, daddy kink, random fluff, two seconds of physical violence

PAIRING 𓂃 ࣪˖ camp counselor!eunseok x camp counselor!reader (camp counselor au, summer fling to...?)

WORD COUNT 𓂃 ࣪˖ 8k of wickedness

THIS FIC FEELS LIKE 𓂃 ࣪˖ buzzin by shwayze

“Who else is here?”

It was the first question out of Eunseok’s mouth when he got settled into his cabin for the summer: bunk nineteen. That was the very first bunk he stayed in when he became a counselor freshman year of university. Now a recent graduate, this was going to be his last summer at Camp Watauga before entering the workforce. He intended to soak up every minute of it with no regrets.

“The staff are filtering in slowly, but not too many counselors just yet. You, Mark, and ___.” 

His ears perked up at the mention of your name, but he kept a cool exterior. “Oh, really? Not too many indeed.” His hands made home in his pockets as Director Irwin led him to the main hall. There was nothing but the echo of footsteps and birds chirping just outside as they walked to the break room, and that’s when he heard it. Your voice. 

Mark was laughing at something you said, something Eunseok missed entirely. “Hi, ___. Mark.”

You spun on your heels without thinking twice, eyebrows shooting up at the sight of all five eight and eleven inches of him. He looked different— hair lighter, jaw sharper, shoulders wider. But you didn’t let yourself focus on him for more than the appropriate amount of time to stare at your coworker: one and a half seconds, exactly. “Eunseok, hey!” Your tone was light, casual. Easy breezy.

“Alright, well now that you’re all checked in, you’re free to roam! Kitchen’s doing meals same time as regular camp hours, if you get hungry. Just, please, no illegal substances where I can see ‘em. I wanna be able to keep plausible deniability.”

Director Irwin left without a glance back at the three of you, all of you erupting into a fit of giggles the second you heard the door shut. “Dude, he’s so funny without even trying to be.” Mark nudged at your shoulder, looking at Eunseok with a goofy grin on his face. “Right?”

“Yeah, I always forget just how weird he gets,” Eunseok returned the smile, looking over to see if you were smiling too. That gorgeous, sparkling smile. “What are you two gonna get into for the rest of the day? At least until dinner.”

Mark stretched his hands in the air, his shirt riding up just enough to expose his taut abs. Eunseok noticed your eyes on Mark’s skin, your teeth sinking into your lower lip. “I was thinking about going into town, getting a couple cases of beer or something for the kickback tomorrow night. Minjeong, Jimin, and Haechan get in tomorrow and we’re gonna have a pre-camp rager. You guys down?”

“Ooh, I’m always down for a party with Jimin. She knows how to let loose.” You winked at Mark, blush instantly striking his cheeks.

“Alright, cool, I’ll make sure to get enough then,” His head turned over to Eunseok, “What about you, bro?”

A party was not his plan for tomorrow night, but he figured it’d be easier to play along for now. “Yeah, sounds fun,” He pulled his sunglasses down over the bridge of his nose, “I like Modelo.”

Mark laughed, heartily. He was so easily amused. “Alright, I’ll catch y’all at dinner?” He was out the door after two quick side-hugs, shaking his keys all the way to his car. The engine was loud as it started up, and you could hear the car shifting its way up the gravel driveway. The hall was quiet otherwise, just the smacking of Eunseok’s chewing gum, the minty peppermint wafting far enough for you to smell it on his breath. 

You moved first, pushing him by the shoulder as he kept his arms crossed against his chest. “Oh, c’mon. You can’t really think I want Mark.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“I mean, he’s cool and all. And really hot, but… you’re sluttier.”

Eunseok rolls his eyes, closing the gap between the two of you, caging you against one of the break benches. “Hm, that’s it? You only want me because you think I’m a sure thing? Well I never!”

You giggle, glancing around the break room before swooping in for a kiss. Sweet, soft lips that you had been dreaming about for nine long months. His sunglasses smushed against your face but you ignored the slight discomfort as his hands found your ass. A handful for each of his palms, fingers kneading into each cheek with appreciation. You could feel your nipples hardening against his chest, the paper thin material of your bra heightening the sensation of his firm pecs. Eunseok was making you all warm and fuzzy again. “I missed you.”

“Yeah? You sure? Sure you didn’t miss Mark Lee more?”

“You’re so annoying! Wasting valuable time talking about a nonissue.”

His hands spread your cheeks apart just barely, just enough for you to take notice. “Valuable time? What else do you reckon we could be doing right now?”

Your mouth fell open as he kissed along your jawline. “W-Well I was thinking…”

“Mhm?”

He took a detour down your neck, floating right to your sweet spot just beneath your earlobe. “The counselor cabins are really close by, i-if you’re free.” Keeping your eyes open was a chore as he nipped at the skin of your neck erotically. “Eunseok, seriously. We’re gonna get caught.”

“What, that doesn’t turn you on anymore?” His palm revved back to strike your ass, squeezing afterwards to soothe the skin. “You know I’m always free for you, ___.”

Eunseok could smell your arousal through the thin material of your panties and shorts, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as all the blood in his body rushed to the front of his pants. Any notion of taking it slow with you went out the window as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you in the direction of BUNK NINETEEN. Since Mark had already started his journey into town and Director Irwin never left the movie room during his downtime, Eunseok didn’t feel the need to be sneaky while getting you into his cabin.

Sure, there were unspoken rules about how awkward it would be to have counselors wreaking sexual havoc for three months straight, but nothing in the handbook. The secrecy derived from how private both you and Eunseok were with your personal lives. It was nobody’s business who you were fucking, and if you two ever decided to stop, you didn’t want relative strangers feeling emboldened to ask questions. Plus, the sneaking around made everything that much hotter.

The cabins had been updated in recent years, and with that came much needed aesthetic and technological improvements. A few touches made the bunks a little less shabby chic and a bit more glamping. It was still ‘granola’, so to speak, but the doors locked automatically behind you. The interior was softer around the edges, no chances of splinters or wolf spiders keeping you up at night. Eunseok had made sure to make up his bed when he first unpacked an hour or so ago, knowing that he’d have company in the form of his summer lover.

“Cute sheets.” They were the same sheets he’d brought to camp for the last four years, with a flower you’d embroidered for each year you and Eunseok had done camp as counselors together. Three wacky looking blossoms in different colors with the years stitched beneath them, a little reminder of your place in his life. You couldn’t wait to add this year’s.

“Thanks, this girl I’m seeing really likes stabbing at it every year.”

He grabbed onto your arm as you shoved at his chest, pulling you into him. “Shut up, you like it.”

“Never said I didn’t like it.” His mouth was warm against yours, lips still wet from the kiss in the break room. Your nerve endings were on fire now that it was truly just the two of you, no chance of being interrupted. Swallowing the taste of your cherry cola lip gloss, a long lasting favorite that Eunseok mentioned liking the first time the two of you kissed back when you were mere campers. A clumsy, barely there kiss during a game of spin the bottle. ‘Wow, delicious’ he said offhandedly, making everyone giggle and making you quite popular with the guys that summer. Everyone wanted to get a taste of your fizzy lipsmackers. “Tastes so good.”

Your cheeks ached as you smiled involuntarily, his compliment flying straight to your ego. The idea that he craves you when you’re apart made you feel powerful beyond comprehension. “What, none of your little Stanford groupies wear lipsmackers?”

“What groupies?” His slightly calloused hands eased up your torso, fiddling with the fabric of your bralette to roll it up above your chest. Your breasts felt so heavy in his hands, full and swollen just waiting for him to play with. “No groupies. Just the memory of you and my right hand.”

He lifted your shirt clean off of your body, leaving your chest exposed to the balmy air of the cabin. “I always took you for a lefty.”

Another fit of laughter befell the two of you as he pinched your hip, kissing you with resumed passion. The way the sunlight hit you through the moss colored blinds made his heart skip a beat, the golden flecks in your skin glittering for him with radiance. “Take off your shorts for me. Slowly.” 

A string of saliva fell onto your chin as you stepped away from him, eyes on his that were already watching you as your hands pushed down atop your cotton shorts. You were slow, following his instructions exactly and leaving your panties on underneath. The material hit the wooden floor with a dense thud, your gaze never leaving Eunseok. Your bralette rested awkwardly beneath your armpits for just a few more moments, Eunseok moving just enough to pull it off for you. And there you stood, almost completely naked in your Birkenstocks while he was fully dressed in his usual Camp Watauga garb. “You’re a siren sent for my demise.”

He was sincere, eyes glinting in their candor. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Because you deserve it.” Eunseok kicked his shoes off as he walked the two of you to the bed, his touch tender as your back hit the mattress, careful not to bump into you roughly. The wet patch of your underwear was blatantly obvious as he got a flash between your legs, and it turned him on even more to know you were just as worked up as he was. “What do you do when you think about me?”

You shuddered under the intensity of his leer. “W-what makes you so sure I think about you?”

Eunseok scoffs, lowering his hips to press them square against yours. “Please, I’ve heard the audio messages you send me at two in the morning. You’re so wet the microphone picks it up. I swear, the way you cry into your phone just thinking about what I’d do to you is louder than how you get when I’m actually with you.”

The feeling of his cock swelling against your thigh made you wrap your legs around his hips, locking him flush against you; nothing but thin panties and his basketball shorts keeping you from what you really came here for. “Mm, okay, so what. You win. I think about you. You get my fingers nice and sticky.”

“So show me… tell me what you think about.” He sat back to pull his shirt off, chest exposing a well hidden surprise. 

Your fingers flitted across his nipples, both of them sporting little silver hoops pierced through them. “Woah, Seokie, I had no idea how hardcore you were.” In the roughly forty weeks that you were apart, he’d gotten drunk on a night out and got his nipples pierced.

“Make fun all you want, but I know you like ‘em.” Your tongue replaced your curious thumbs, swirling around the jewelry like you were trying to find the center of a tootsie pop. Eunseok’s hips undulated your drenched underwear while you got lost in sucking his pecs, giving each one equal attention until tugging at one with your teeth. He hissed, bucking against your pussy harshly at the sting. “Ah, fuck, ___. That hurt.”

Kiss swollen lips all moistened, you pulled away from Eunseok’s chest with a sardonic grin. “What, that doesn’t turn you on anymore?” 

His hands shoot out to pin your thighs to the bed, leaving your cunt exposed for him to grind against in a choppy rhythm. “You’re feeling feisty today, aren’t you?”

“Just like messing with you, s’all.”

Eunseok wasn’t in any mood to punish you, using his fingers to feel the outline of your pussy lips through the flimsy cotton. “I’ll give you a pass. Reunion immunity, or whatever.”

“Thank you, daddy.” 

He was instantly smug at the name rolling off your tongue, chest swelling with pride as you pawed at the waist of his basketball shorts. “Can only call me that if you’re gonna be good the whole time. Are you gonna be good?”

Eyes aglow with mischief, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you nodded. It was hard to promise obedience when you were so used to being defiant with him, so used to being a brat because Eunseok always has so much fun taming you. But you’d try, if it was what he wanted from you.

“Wanna hear you say it for me, darling.”

His fingers were no longer idle by his side, instead cupping your mound as he waited for you to speak. “I’ll be good, daddy, I promise.” A sharp tug at your panties threatened to tear them but he stopped his movements just in time. Your wetness was the star of the show, glistening in the bright light of day for Eunseok to relish in. Basking in just how riled up you were, leaking with arousal without him really getting to touch you. He slid your panties down your legs, tossing them just over the edge of the mattress so you wouldn’t have to go searching for them later. “Wan’ you to finger me.”

“Thought I told you to play with yourself for me,” Another gush of wetness dribbled out of your core as he blew at it. “Though it doesn’t look like you really need it, you could take it all in one thrust.” 

You pulled at the hem of his shorts so they’d hang lower on his hips, the base of his cock visible from the way they hit his thighs. “But, daddy, I want it.”

“You’re so full of it, ___, you said you’d be good for me,” Eunseok pushed away from you just long enough to pull his basketball shorts off. “You’re awfully greedy, like you haven’t been fucked properly in far too long.”

His cock bobbed as it was released, twitching at attention while you drooled at the sight of it. “It’s been so long, Seok.”

Eunseok decided in that moment to give you what you’d been begging for, slathering his cock in the wetness that was smeared across your pussy lips. He was completely soaked in you without even putting it in yet. “Think you can take it all, baby?”

He knew you could, you’d been taking his cock like a sleeve for the past four years. But watching your bottom lip quiver in anticipation, nails gripping into the mattress, arms propping yourself up so you could have an unobstructed view to him fucking you open; it made him want to perform for you, give you something mouthwatering to remember him by. 

Your body welcomed him like it had a hundred times over. It felt like coming home, having him stuffed inside you again after dreaming about it for so long. Eunseok always fit so perfectly inside of you, like you were a match made in heaven blessed to find each other in this lifetime. Your mewls were a forgotten melody against his ears, his stomach turning at the sight of you underneath him again. “More.”

“Take what I’m giving you like a good slut and I’ll give you more.” Your nose was buried in his neck as his body caged you against the mattress— completely drenched in him as his skin fused to yours, the slight tackiness of sweat emboldening the waves of Eunseok enveloping your senses. That winsome and creamy essence would always remind you of his hips grinding against yours, deep and slow just to tease you. Just to make you gasp out beneath him and beg for more. And begging wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t so damn cocky.

Eunseok was so good at talking you through his strokes, the vibrations of his voice louder against your chest than he was in your ear. It was so easy for him to make your mind feel all fuzzy just by being around you, that sweet peach smell so specific to him. You liked being so inundated by him, liked feeling like you were drowning in a sea of nothing but him all the time. Loved not knowing where he ended and you began because he was just so all consuming. You loved being his. “You look so beautiful like this.” Your breath caught in your throat, fingernails digging into his bicep as his lips ghosted your cheek. You were convinced he’d never felt this good before. “So pretty.”

“Fuck me hard,” your voice was whiny and pathetic, just the way Eunseok liked it (even when you were defying him). “I’ll be prettier— I-I’ll be prettier if you fuck me harder.”

Something flashed across his face far too quickly for you to catch it, his eyes widening just for a moment as he faltered from the leisurely pace he’d set. Eunseok was trying his hardest to be a little gentler with you since so much of your sex life was rough and fast. He didn’t mind slowing things down and showering you with a bit more affection and flowery sweet nothings. But he was only so strong, couldn’t resist you pleading with him, voice so desperate. How could he possibly deny you when you asked him like that?

His hips snapped forward as your hands snaked down his back, mouth cracking open at the delicious change in rhythm. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you dizzy?”

A whimper escaped your throat as one of his thumbs flicked at your pert nipple, toying with it like he usually toyed with your clit. “Fuck me dizzy, daddy,” His jaw clenched as you spoke, your tongue licking at the shell of his ear like you had dozens of times before. “I'll be so good for you, please.”

The bed creaked obnoxiously as he forced your legs back as far as they could go, pinning them out of his way so there was nothing holding him back from absolutely battering your cunt. You were certain that the wet smacking sound of his hips meeting your soaked center could be heard from just outside the cabin. Your body was suddenly hotter, the air thick with humidity, sex and oh so sweet Eunseok. It was moments like these where you thought you’d do absolutely anything for him, no matter how dark, if it meant he’d drill into you like this whenever you wanted. You’d consider signing your life away to be his own personal cocksleeve.

“Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk anymore. Show Mark that you’re taken.”

With the way he was fucking into you, that wasn’t too far off. He shifted his weight to his knees so he could wrap his hands around your hips, dragging your body down on his cock in time with his thrusts. Your stomach coiled with hot orgasmic bliss as he angled his hips to rub your clit with each thrust, the pressure taking over your entire body in the form of mind-numbing pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Your body twisted in on itself as he pinched your nipples, applying just enough force to throttle you over the edge. “Fuck!” His lips met yours in a heated kiss that you were too fucked out to reciprocate, just moans and whimpers tumbling out as he licked into your mouth.

You were barely restored from your orgasm before he was bucking into you again. “Tell me, ___, tell me about the guys you slept with while you were waiting for me.”

“E-Eunseok!” It wasn’t a secret that you weren’t committed to one another, but telling him the details was going too far. You certainly didn’t want to hear about all of the girls he was railing at Stanford. “Too embarrassing…”

He stilled your hips flush against his pelvis, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “Tell me, or I’ll stop altogether.”

Catching your breath, gasping for air you didn’t even really know you were deprived of, you opened your eyes to face his demand, “It was only two, I swear.”

Eunseok grunted, resuming his thrusts with exaggerated force. “Were they keeping you satisfied?” Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, not wanting to think about the meaningless hookups that you only went through with because you were horny. “Or were they greedy? Huh? Were they taking care of my baby the way I do?”

“Mnh, no! The first guy was terrible, nothing compared to you.”

He slowed his thrusts, gripping onto your thighs a bit harder. “And the second guy?” You didn’t respond as quickly as you had the first time. In fact, you didn’t speak up at all. Eunseok was starting to think you didn’t hear him.

“Ma— The second guy was… he took care of me, daddy.”

Eunseok wasn’t expecting you to say that at all. He was expecting you to wax on about how nobody was better than him, but this threw a wrench in his plans. “Turn around, get on all fours.” His cock slipped out of you unceremoniously, his jaw clenching as you scrambled to turn over.

“I’m sorry, Seok, it didn’t mean anything.” 

He folded you in on yourself, leaving your ass perched in the air for Eunseok to play with as he saw fit. His cock lodged back in your cunt in one motion, filling you to the brim like he’d never pulled out. Your cries were muffled by the pillow your face was pressed up against, arms limp above the mattress as Eunseok fucked you like a rag doll. All of your neurons were short circuiting at the same time, leaving you a braindead slut for your camp boyfriend’s fat cock. Drool soaked the pillowcase beneath you, and it only made Eunseok laugh at your tremors of pleasure. 

“Remember what I taught you last summer?” His deft fingers fluttered just over your puckered hole, laughing as he watched you jerk at the featherlight touch. “Yeah?”

A rivulet of his saliva dripped onto your hole, his index finger stretching through the ring of muscle. The fit was tight and you arched your back at the intrusion, a shaky moan rolling off your tongue. “E-Eunseok…”

He was still thrusting into your cunt shallowly, rocking forward just enough to prolong the pleasure. “Don’t tell me,” His long fingers slapped your opening harshly, sending down another glob of spit. “Was all our training for nothing? Am I the only one who’s fucked you here?” One more dribble for your entrance before he added another finger, pressing them against your walls that were still wrapped around his cock. “Hm? Am I the one and only, baby?”

You whimpered at the memory, his fat cock splitting you open in a way you’d always swore you’d never do. But he was just so charming and intoxicating, his charisma your fatal weakness— you’d never dream of saying no to Song Eunseok. 

“Y-yes. You’re the only one.”

He loved that answer. He wasn’t stupid, he knew you were fucking people the other three seasons out of the year. But there was a very large part of him that took pride in knowing there was something reserved just for the two of you, something no one else got to experience with you. It made him slip his cock even further inside of you, testing out a third finger as you bit into the pillow beneath you. “That’s what I like to hear, baby,” Gliding his cock out of your heat and tapping the tip against your hole, gaped open by his fingers that were still pressed inside. “You ready for me?”

You nodded slowly, nervous to take him after such a long time without it. “Slowly, Eunseok. I’m scared.”

Eunseok ducked his head so his lips were pressed right against your ear, “Baby, you know I’m always gentle with this one.” His free hand wrapped around your ponytail, pulling you towards him to arch your back at just the right angle. You barely registered the switch from his fingers to the head of his cock, his touch so delicate and the added gloss from your juices making it so seamless. “God, baby, you’re so hot.” His hand snaked around to your breasts to fondle them as a distraction to his length sliding deeper inside of you.

“Oh, fuck,” so that’s what you had been missing this past year, “oh, Seok, I’m so full.”

He’s never been shy around you, groaning out curses and moaning your name as he so pleases. His voice sends vibrations through your head, and all you can focus on is trying to breathe right. You were so overwhelmed with the feeling of Eunseok inside of you, you felt like you were pulsating. His hand in your hair tugged at you so you’d turn towards him, whining into your mouth before locking you in a sweet kiss that tastes like peach rings. “I’ve thought about this… everyday for the last nine months.”

That was true, or at least you wholeheartedly believed it. Very rarely, once every few months or so, Eunseok would text you into the wee hours of the morning, checking to see if you were awake. And every single time, you were. It was like you could sense that he was going to text you, your body wide awake until the very moment the text came through. It always ends with the two of you on the phone, talking each other through a filthy orgasm or two. You’d actually catch up once you finished, mesmerized by the facets of his life that you’d never seen before. And then you wouldn’t hear from him for another two or three months.

And when the wait was over, you were back in his arms, breathing in the sweat canvasing his body as he fucked you like his own personal toy. You were so pliable, so obedient, so in sync with his every desire; you were the high he chased September through May.

“Put your fingers in your pussy.” A quick slap to your ass before grabbing onto it, “you were dying for it earlier, go ‘head.”

You didn’t even have to move your fingers once they were inside of you, Eunseok’s thrusts providing enough friction to stimulate your g-spot. “Oh, fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

Pumping two fingers inside of yourself, Eunseok added two of his own as he rubbed at your clit ruthlessly, thrusting into your ass still just as deep as before. The wave crept up on you in an unforgiving crescendo that raptured your soul from your body. Your body convulsed uncontrollably, hips thrashing against Eunseok as you squirted all over the sheets. The fingers crooked inside of you were a mess, covered in both your juices and cream from fucking yourself on them. You could just barely hear Eunseok hissing at how tightly your ass was squeezing him.

Eunseok was able to hold off on his own climax, thrusting shallowly into you until your tremors subside. “Felt good?” He took the risk of ruining his camp shirt by wiping his cock down with it, leaving your holes filthy and empty as he took an intermission for cleanup. “I thought about you every night at school, wishing my hand was you. Imagining pumping your sweet little pussy to the brim with my cum. Or painting your pretty face with it. Sometimes both,” His fingers curled inside of you and your eyes flittered shut. “Would think about you in my dreams, too, fuck. Had to jerk off before class because you’d get me so worked up.”

When Eunseok got like this— messy, generous, overruled by lust— there was no stopping him. You knew that you were effectively out of commission for the rest of the day.

The marathon fuck-fest went on for all three days you had before camp started, sneaking away to grab food at the very end of meal times, doing everything in your power to avoid everyone else. The days spoiled you, the reality of the situation escaping you until you were forcefully faced with it. The beginning of camp meant having no time designated for private moments tucked away with Eunseok. It was all about finding time throughout the day for stolen kisses, coordinating bathroom breaks so he could finger you hastily, slinking out on late night smoke sessions with Haechan and Minjeong to ride Eunseok until you passed out. The only guaranteed time you had with Eunseok was after campground curfew if you weren’t on cabin watch.

The nightly routine was the same— at eleven o’clock on the dot, you were knocking on his cabin door. The lights were already off but Eunseok would take the time to make sure every single light including the porch one was out. That’s when he’d open the door, just enough to peek out and ensure no one was watching before pulling you inside. It was the same for when you left, and all the hoops you had to jump through was just part of the fun. Having a three step plan before even being able to kiss him was worth it when he put his hands on your body, lips on your skin, knees knocking yours. He was yours only in private moments, but yours nonetheless.

Eunseok kissed you like you were the antidote to his incurable desire, and that wasn’t something you were willing to give up (even if you couldn’t tell anyone). But this summer was all about risks, evidently, as the two of you were quick to jump each other’s bones all across the campgrounds. Something about the looming threat of never being back at Watauga again made the two of you much more willing to test your luck.

THE BOATHOUSE

Your panties in your mouth was the only way you were able to muffle all the noises you were making, your ass sore from the way Eunseok was fucking into you. There wasn’t a sturdy enough surface for you to grab out for so you settled for pressing your hands against the wall, eyes trained on the rest of the counselors outside. The window was tinted, and small enough that they wouldn’t be able to see anything, but you couldn’t help but wonder; did they know? Know the reason you and Eunseok stepped away at the same time? 

“Look at them. So clueless. Minjeong has no idea you’re getting your little pussy pounded right now.” His head rested in the crook of your neck, careful not to leave any hickies with his kisses.

“Oh, please, Seok, let me cum.”

The vibrations from his laughter permeated through your skin, “you wanna cum? Play with your clit for me. Rub it like I would.” Your eyes rolled back so far you were sure you’d go cross eyed, scorching hot bliss consuming your body as your orgasm swallowed you whole. The fear of being caught was the greatest aphrodisiac Eunseok had ever served you, the feeling reaching down to the tips of your toes as you curled them in rapture. “I know, baby, I know.” Quick fingers swirling around your clit as you spasmed on his cock, his own legs buckling in weakness. His arms wrapped around your torso, keeping you steady as cum spilled right into your cervix. 

He pulled out before he went soft, cum hitting the floor with a quiet splat. You turned at the sound, mouth ajar as he looked back at you with eyes wide as saucers. “Eunseok!”

THE DINING HALL

It wasn’t on purpose, but you definitely didn’t stop him from peppering kisses along your neck and jaw as you filled the juice dispenser with ice. You wouldn’t bother getting fully undressed, lulling articles of clothing to the side amidst the grinding and heavy petting before he entered you smoothly. “So good for me, letting me fuck you out here.” His hands clasped atop yours as you gripped the dining hall counter, the prettiest gasp torn from your throat as he bottomed out. 

Eunseok’s chin rested in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, warm breathing fanning the side of your face as your eyes screwed shut from the pleasure. His arms move to wrap around your neck as you let your head fall back onto the table, mewls slipping past your lips as he rammed against your g-stop. “Feels good baby? Want more?”

You frantically nod because you could never say no to more from him, back arching as his hands fondle every erogenous zone he could reach; nipples, chest, lower tummy, inner thighs. That paired with his deep thrusts sends you over the edge briskly, your cup of bug juice spilling over from the way you were thrashing in his hold. Your orgasm triggers his own, his teeth sinking into you as he fills you up to the brim. 

THE TENNIS COURT

Twice a session, Camp Watauga organized Field Trip Day. No counselors ever want to go on the first trip, but you and Eunseok were smart— make the sacrifice for the first trip so that you both could hang back together when all the other counselors had to go on the second trip. It was the smartest thing you’d done in all your years at Watauga. The campgrounds were like a deserted island, just you, Eunseok, a few staffers, and a first year counselor whose name you kept forgetting.

“Would you let me fuck you with a racket?”

You didn’t need too much time to think about it. “Mm, a fresh one, yeah. If you really wanted to.”

Eunseok dug his hand through the duffel bag he brought out with him, “Like the brand new one I washed this morning just in case you said yes?” He wasn’t kidding. “I wrapped it in a clean towel to be extra safe.”

“Okay, I was under the impression the question was hypothetical.”

His head tilted to the side as he shrugged, a little embarrassed to be shot down so quickly. “It still can be. But I really want to.”

“How thick is that thing, anyway?”

A wicked smile spread across his lips— he knew he had you. “It’s thinner than my dick, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

And he was right, your skirt pulled up and your panties to the side testing your entrance with the edge of the racket. Your pussy opened up for him slowly, taking every centimeter of the racket that he sank into you as he tested the waters. Light, precise thrusts to get your body used to the feeling. “Feels…” 

“Good? Do you want me to keep going, or do you wanna stop?” Eunseok halted his movements as he waited for you to respond, smiling like he’d won the lottery when you urged him to continue. “Be as loud as you want, baby, no one can hear us out here.”

Out on the tennis court, the very one you used to play on when you were a camper, you let your guard down. You leaned back into Eunseok’s chest, head resting on his shoulder as he worked you open with the racket. The ripples of pleasure already had you squirming in his hold, having to force yourself to calm down— he was just getting started. With Eunseok wrapped around you taking care of your sodden folds, you crept your hands beneath your shirt to fondle your breasts. The attention made your hips buck into the racket, a sharp cry soaring from your throat. “Fuck, the felt good. Aim it higher.” He did as he was told, in awe of your transformation from hesitant to in charge. The grooves on the handle added extra sensation, that soft spongy spot flourishing under all of the attention the racket was giving it. Your orgasm was rushing in on you hard and fast, and you couldn’t stop yourself from fucking the racket back. “Faster, fuck, right there! ‘M so close.”

Eunseok altered his position before granting you your demand, fisting the racket handle with one hand and caressing your clit with the other. You were unreservedly exposed to the woods before you, but the way you were spreading your legs suggested that you didn’t care. Another gush of wetness leaked out of you at the thought of a random hiker seeing you splayed open like this, drinking in your pussy like a pervert. You were gluttonous, your appetite for euphoria unappeasable; it was complete benediction that you’d found Eunseok to not fulfill your desires, but tempt you with entirely new ones.

“Give it to me, angel,” A string of spit dripped from his lips onto your cunt, “Wanna see you cum all over this racket like the hungry little slut you are.”

It was the kind of orgasm where you thought you might die, the ecstasy too much for your body to handle. Bathed in direct sunlight, heart racing like a marathoner, brain utterly devoid of any thoughts other than Eunseok, Eunseok, Eunseok! 

The racket slipped out of you naturally as Eunseok loosened his grip and your seizing pussy pushed it out. Eunseok was hard as a rock as he watched you come to, your sweaty palms reaching out for him. “Just so you know,” your voice was hoarse from all the screaming, “I would’ve never let those other guys put a racket in me.”

THE JACUZZI

The perfect goodbye, in Eunseok’s words, was a tryst in the coveted counselor jacuzzi that required special permission from Director Irwin. “We won’t have to ask if we go while he’s asleep.” And just like everything he’d ever talked you into, you couldn’t say no to Song Eunseok.

Eunseok was already waiting for you at the jacuzzi when you arrived, arms spread out against the rim as the beginning flecks of sunrise teased the horizon.

It felt different than all the other times you guys had been together, except one— your first time with him. Neither of you were virgins when it happened, but he was so tender with his every touch. Gentle with the way he spoke to you, soft in the way he praised you. Sleeping together sprang from carnal desire, but his manifested delicately. All of those feelings came flooding back as he talked you through this time, lips sucking on your earlobe as you twirled your hips with his. Hands pressed to your back, tongue crying out about how beautiful you were. It gave you déjà vu. 

And there, with your cheeks flushed and your hair pulled away from your face. With sweat dotting your hairline and your lips three shades darker. It had never been clearer to him. “I love you,” The sound of the jets in the water almost muffled him. “And I don’t want you to say anything just yet, alright? I really want you to think about it because I really think you might be the love of my life, and I don’t wanna rush through that. Just… think about it.”

Your head bobbed in understanding, not knowing how to just continue after a confession like that.

“Alright, let’s get out of here. Before someone catches us.”

It was the only time Eunseok had ever left you high and dry, and you were too frazzled to finish yourself off. You walked back to your cabin in a trance, combing over every moment you’d spent with him under a microscope. He loves you. Not just into you or in love with having sex with you. He loves you.

There wasn’t much for you to think about, but you’d already decided to humor him. You’d take the rest of the day leading up to the going away party to ‘ponder’. 

The annual (unofficial) going away party for the counselors always took place in the woods, keeping the debauchery far away from the campers who liked to test their luck with curfew since it was the end of the summer. It was a childish celebration of all the time spent at Camp Watauga, but you wanted to entertain it, anyway. It was your last summer, after all.

Eunseok didn’t want to play Never Have I Ever, knowing that it was gonna leave him hungover the next morning since everyone liked to play dirty. He resigned to finishing his drink leaned up against a tree, soaking in the picture of all of you together for the last time. Sure, he was staying on the East Coast, but it wasn’t a guarantee that he’d be able to keep in touch with everyone. Although, the only person he really cared to stay in touch with was you.

“Okay, never have I ever hooked up with someone in the circle.” Giselle giggled at her own addition, knowing for a fact that several of her friends would have to drink. Minjeong and Jimin rolled their eyes as they took a sip, their relationship being a dead give away that they’d hooked up before. But Eunseok was far more concerned with the sip that you took than anyone else.

He wanted to say something, but he knew it would give him away immediately. So he was relieved when Jimin spoke up for him. “___! Someone in this circle?”

You cleared your throat, obviously avoiding Eunseok’s gaze as you tucked your hair behind your ear. “Um, yeah. Just a couple times, nothing crazy.”

“A couple times? Who?”

It was painful as you polished off the rest of your drink, fidgeting with the fibers of the rug you were sitting on. “Mark.”

Oh. Oh. The same Mark you’d told Eunseok you wanted nothing to do with, that Mark? Mark Lee who’d had a thing for you since you were a shy camper, nervous about spending the night away from your friends and family? Eunseok could kill him. “When was this? Was it right under our noses?”

“Eunseok—” You knew you shouldn’t have said anything, but lying would’ve been just as bad. Mark could’ve chimed in at any moment, and he wouldn’t have been exaggerating. Sure, the two of you knew it was just sex, but you never told him to keep it a secret. You weren’t ashamed of your sexual history with him, but you were afraid of how it would affect Eunseok. 

“No, please, tell the class. I think we’re all just curious.”

You couldn’t feel the night breeze anymore, white hot humiliation burning you from the inside out. “It wasn’t a big deal. It was when Mark moved back to Connecticut for a few months for work. His apartment was like ten minutes from campus and he asked if I wanted to meet for a drink.”

“We never did get that drink, now that I think about it,” Mark chuckled to himself, locking eyes with Eunseok, “Never made it out of my apartment that night.”

The difference between humans and animals is quite simple; logical reasoning. Humans can think about certain things and are motivated by their instincts, intellect and logic. Animals are incapable of reasoning and are simply motivated by their instincts alone. Eunseok, by definition, was an animal. His fist cut through the air and into Mark’s jaw without a second thought. 

You were almost certain you heard a crack upon impact, but Mark barely flinched. Like he was expecting it. He was ready to fight back with his hands curled into fists, fractured jaw bone an afterthought. Everyone else was shuffling to get away, screaming at the two of them to knock it off. The only person to jump in the middle was Haechan, arms flexing every muscle possible to keep Eunseok and Mark off of each other.

“Guys, stop! Why are you fighting?” Their fight was lost on everyone but you, the guilt you’d shoved down bubbling to the surface as you watched them claw at each other. 

Haechan was able to get a handle on Mark, leaving Eunseok open for you to shake some sense into. He was so hurt as he finally looked at you, shoulders slumping as his chest heaved. “Eunseok, stop it, why are you getting so worked up about this?”

Mark was out for blood, cradling his jaw as he said what everyone was thinking. “Because everyone knows he wants you but he can’t admit it.”

“I have her! She is mine! I belong to her!” The hush that fell over the room was eerie, not a single peep out of anyone as you watched Eunseok with bated breath. “You guys might have fucked a few times, but she’s mine. Has been since year seven. Just because we set each other free from fall to spring doesn’t mean I’m not hers.”

So much for keeping it a secret. Everyone gawked at you, the shock of you and Eunseok actually being a thing greater than the shock of Eunseok punching the shit out of Mark. Like clockwork, everyone gathered their things and fled the area, whispering about how they’d never seen that side of Eunseok before.

You were still startled. “What was that?”

“Oh, don’t start. You’ve been nothing but distant this whole summer, you let me hang around Mark looking like an idiot, you made me feel fucking stupid!”

“Distant? Eunseok, we’ve spent everyday together. You’ve been my entire summer. And of course I didn’t tell you about Mark, there’s nothing to tell! We only hooked up like three times, and it was mainly because I was missing you,” He moved to interject but you cut him off with a wave of your hands, “Do you know how selfish it is for you to tell me you love me, tell me not to respond, and then accuse me of keeping you at arm's length all in one day? To paint me out to be this heartless tramp when I’ve only ever loved you?”

He kicked at the twigs by his feet, hair on the back of his neck standing up at those last two words. “You love me?”

“Does… does this really sound like the time for that? I’m in the middle of tell you that I’m pissed at you.”

That cocky smirk was back on his face, his front teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. “Yeah, but you love me.” He took his bruised hand to grab your chin, forcing your focus on him. “Say it.”

“Eunseok…” He hummed at the sound of his name in your mouth, angry demeanor nowhere to be found. “You big, dumb idiot, I love you.”

He kissed you like he was afraid he might hurt you, cradling your head delicately as you let yourself simmer in the feeling of love. The feeling of your fingers in his hair, his heart beating at the speed of light against your chest. It was a feeling you’d pushed down year after year, too afraid to confront the possibility of losing him. And now, wrapped in his arms post love confession, you weren't afraid of anything.

So, yeah. Maybe you felt a little corny walking into the dining hall the next morning with Eunseok’s arm thrown over your shoulder. But you’d do way cornier things for Song Eunseok.

[chaosandmarigolds]

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Of EMS AU Thingy!

summary: Simon Riley finds himself utterly and completely in love with the newest medic on base, the only issue is that he has the social skills of a toddler.

“Mary I promise, I’m not incompetent-“

“never said you were!!” She counteracts, rummaging through the kit, stating she had a blood pressure cuff in there, “Just…you’re a baby.”

You frown, “I’ve been a paramedic for five years, hardly-“

“Gunshot wound to the upper anterior leg, what do you do?” The question was lifeless, as if she had been planning this for a long while. She leaned on the counter as she watched the color drain from your face for a moment, of course she knew that you were capable, yet she also knew you were a dear in a headlights, “Knife to the lumbar spine, what do you do? Solider is 35 year old male, 260 pounds of pure muscle plus gear and you do not have a lift assist.”

“I-“

“oh you’re also in an active warzone so you falter you get shot, stitch.”

you gulp, you had been in New York as a paramedic for years, you had seen some horrible things but…you were also aware you were walking into murky waters, “Mary, I-“

She frowned to your words and turns back to her bag, “The team as a EMS refresher at 0700, tourniquets, packing, and anything else they have in their itty bitty first aid kit. I’ll be on a plane, you take care of it.”

with a huff you run your hands down your face as you move to grab your kit, the large backpack fit easily weighing upward to fifty pounds. You end up standing in your spot for a long moment, trying to figure out what to say next. However, you no longer cared on if Mary thought you stupid or not, you cared much more on the refresher course.

“Who…do we have a dummy?”

She scoffs, “No. You’re the patient, layer up.”

…oh.

—

Kyle Garrick was arguably one of the nicer (looking) personalities on base, he seemed genuine in his actions- or so you thought, as did he. If not a bit overbearing, thought he did not mean to, so when he saw you walking down the corridor with arms full, he offered to take some, simply because he wanted to be kind-nothing else.

“How are ya finding it?”

You let out a breathy laugh as you wait for the door to open, “Do you want an honest answer or one that makes me seem better?”

he feigns thoughtfulness and hums, “I’d say…honest.”

“Overwhelmed. But hey!” You were mainly rambling to the poor man, and when you get to the gym you drop the obscure items onto the table, where he followed- to where you were speaking face to face, “It could be a lot worse right?”

Kyle shrugs to your words, a smile on his features and he pats your shoulder, “You seem capable. The trainee fore you slept through an OP so..you’re doing good.”

great, you’re better than someone who slept through a mission that seemed like the lowest form of compliment but you would take it. “Awesome, well thank you, um…where is the Captain, Lieutenant and sergeant?”

“Well you’re looking at a Sergeant.”

a smile tugged at your lips and you look down, “I mean MacTavish, though I do suppose I have one accounted for.”

Kyle then motioned to the other side of the gym, which you hadn’t bothered to turn on the full lights as of yet, “LT is over there.”

that was one of the oddest sentences you had heard, so you frown and move to turn on the light, and sure enough you find the lieutenant casually sitting in the darkness, a book neatly folded on his lap. To the sight you furrow your eyebrows, “Should I ask, Lieutenant?”

He shook his head, standing up as he spoke, “No, probably not. Scare ya lil’ medic heart.” (He got there ten minutes before you and the lights were motion activated)

You laughed to that, not a real one though, more of petrified squeak, “Okay! Anyway! Where’s MacTa-“ just as you were speaking the door buzzed open and the very people you were speaking about came in, looking somewhat exhausted and barely awaken begrudgingly they grab the fold out chairs from the closet and sit down, and you would admit it was somewhat funny to see Johnny so…quiet. As you turn just double check everything was neat you didn’t see the slight fight, more like nudges between Johnny the Lieutenant, until he was tire of it and pulled the chair back and replaced it with his own. So when you turned around you saw a straight line of chairs, but for Johnny, who was now behind the Lieutenant, who was now directly in front of you.

You’ve been patient before, during paramedic school you wanted to be the patient. it was fun, now however you had a genuine worry if their tourniquet would just snap your leg off.

This will be fun.

(all I got! Comments and all that jazz mean so much to me, toodles!)

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hiiii uhhh joel drabble based on my daddy dick appointment yesterday

warning: rimming, intox (poppers and weed), oral, squirting, erectile dysfunction (real old man dick enjoyers know wassup), toys, overstimulation, daddy kink obvs

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, clit/cock/dick

It’s not that you had daddy issues.

Or that he had a framed picture of him and his daughter on the shelf.

Or a throw pillow with the word DAD sewn onto it, clutched against your chest as he messily ate you out on the leather sectional in his one bedroom apartment.

No, he was just hot. A hot older guy that hit you up on Grindr for the ol' smoke and poke, a quick hit of some blunt and cunt. That’s it. That’s all this was.

He was just a hot older guy, and nothing more.

Not a daddy.

The picture of his daughter was not staring you down while you blew him, much too rigorously for his liking.

“Easy, easy there, easy. Slow down, baby. I don’t wanna cum yet. Just- Just lick my balls for a little bit. Nice and slow, good boy.”

You did as he said, slithering your tongue across and smothering your face in his massive balls, trying and failing to fit even just one in your mouth. You did not want to think about how that girl in the picture frame was once swimming around in them.

And you definitely were not wondering if his daughter’s mother ever ate his ass out like this. With how tense he was, you figured probably not, but he opened up beautifully once you lubed up your fingers. Hell, he even took that buttplug like a champ.

“Oh, Jesus Christ… Ngh…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good… Just gotta… Mmm, just gotta get used to it, sweetness.”

Maybe his ex was kinky. Maybe she’d been the first one to touch his prostate. Or maybe it was his doctor just a couple weeks ago. Maybe it’d been revelation, divine knowledge bestowed to him while bent over on the exam table, and he’d been experimenting ever since, trying to make lightning strike twice.

You were not trying to guess whether he was divorced, a widower, or a cheater. Hopefully not the third, because nothing will kill an orgasm faster than a vengeful spouse and a loaded handgun. But hey, that’s not your problem. Not yet, at least, and hopefully not ever.

Just a hot older guy. Decades of experience, and it showed. He surely knew his way around a pussy, liquid proof dripping from his mustache. He knelt down in front of you once more, hoisted your legs onto his shoulders, and yanked your butt off the edge of the couch.

“Got the poppers, bud? Y’wanna hold ‘em up for me?”

You uncapped and held the small bottle to his nostril and watched him take a five second inhale, then a breath, and another five second inhale.

Fuck, he was hot.

You barely had time to bring the poppers to your own face before his went down. His tongue pressed and flicked, swirled and licked your fattened clit. Two long fingers shoved up your pussy, and one snuck up your ass, all three reaching much deeper than you could do yourself. They pumped in time with his mouth, at first. Steady, deliberate motions intended to open you up for something more. He rose to his feet, bringing your legs up with him, and feverishly pumped his half-hard cock. Brows knit in unwavering focus as he tried to get it all the way up.

“Shit… won’t stay up. Hol’ on. Where’s the damn…?”

He grabbed a rubber ring off the coffee table and slid it onto his cock, tugging his heavy balls through the loop. You watched, entranced, having no frame of reference for what that might feel like. You tried to imagine it on your own cock: a tight pinch, forcing all that blood into it, all that pressure. It sounded heavenly on its own, but to be fair, you had much less dick to fill. The ring seemed to be doing the trick for him, though. He finally got it up, poked it against your cunt, and shoved it in. No time to waste, and no time to adjust before he started coring you out on the couch.

For about three thrusts, and then he fell out.

“Son of a… Fuck it.”

In a fit of sexual frustration, he fell to his knees and plunged his face into your pussy once more. All tact and any shred of restraint he had left was gone. He was an animal, and devoured you as such. He sucked your tiny dick up into his mouth, tugging at it like he was trying to tear it off. The three fingers went back into your holes as if they'd never left, finding your sweet spots in a matter of seconds. He jackhammered them, forcing you to bear a ruthless, brutal onslaught of pleasure. The speed had your entire body shaking, even down to your voice.

"F-F-F-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-k, o-o-h-h-h-h, y-y-y-e-e-e-e-e-s-s-s..."

It sounded like you were moaning into a desk fan, the sobs of ecstasy being intercepted by his hand. His wrist did not falter, not for a moment. Not even when every jab of his fingers got him splashed with cum. Every. Jab. You honestly didn't even know you could physically squirt this much. Hell, you couldn't stop squirting. Not that you'd want to, but still. He just took it on the chin, quite literally, snarling with sadistic satisfaction as he drank it all down. When his thirst was finally quenched, he pulled back, his face glistening with your juices.

"Sorry I couldn't get hard, darlin'. I dunno if it was the poppers or the pot or what... Usually doesn't happen to me."

The fuck? The man sucks your soul out of your body, gives you an industrial-strength orgasm, and the first word out of his mouth is sorry? Your cunt was still buzzing a good 30 seconds after he stopped and he thinks to apologize? Is this guy for real? You shut that shit down right away.

"No, no, no, oh my god, you're... you're fine, don't worry... Shit... That was... You're fucking amazing... Thank you..."

"Aw, pleasure's all mine, sugarplum. You taste fuckin' incredible, y'know. I could-"

*RING*

"Shit, it's my daughter. I gotta take this."

Saying the quiet part out loud, it seems.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Except Me ~S16!Emily Prentiss xFem Reader

Inspired by @captainchilly ‘s post. Felt like this needed a blurb/fic of Emily finally getting fucked after the events of Season 16. With a cameo of S16 Spencer Reid!

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, pet names, smut, eating out, fingering, age gap (all legal), sex, etc.

Enjoy (;

It had been a week since the Sicarius case had closed, and Emily still couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

She was restless. Too restless.

There was so much unknown in the balance… What exactly was going to happen with Lee Duval? What was Gold Star? How were Doug, the Atorney General, and Tara’s ex connected to it?

In light of all this, Emily decided she would go visit one of her oldest and most trusted friends from the BAU— Spencer.

It was restless, too quiet Tuesday when Emily was making her way to the university Spencer was currently lecturing at.

Being a professor fit Spencer well; he had found more community and even a girlfriend. Emily was truly happy for him. But she also missed seeing his hope filled face and being around his information stuffed mind.

She sighed, exiting her parked car, and making her way to the lecture hall in which Spencer was just about finishing his 8am lecture on behavior.

Emily silently entered the classroom and waited patiently in the corner for Spencer to wrap up. He looked like he was truly in his element, Emily thought as she watched him talk.

Spencer noticed Emily the second she had entered the hall. He had sent her a warm smile as he continued to teach, followed by a look of concern washing over his face.

Eventually, Spencer wrapped up and dismissed the class, and the students all exited the lecture hall.

Emily made her way over to Spencer, “Hey Reid. How’s teaching treating you?”

“Hey Em, really good, thanks. How are you, I heard about your recent, more difficult case?” Reid responded, voice laced with concern and care.

As the two caught up, Spencer led Emily into his office for more privacy. They both sat down.

Emily sighed in defeat, “So yeah… and now where trying to figure out what this gold star is…”

“Emily, have you been sleeping?” Spencer interrupted Emily’s finishing conclusions on the case.

“Uh… I’m trying. It’s hard. Why?”

They both knew why…

There was silence in the room between the two old friends for a while.

“I… have a suggestion…” Spencer hesitated.

“Yes?” Emily asked, her features perking up at the sound of Spencer’s mind working out some sort of possible solution.

“When’s the last time you got laid, Emily?”

“I’m sorry?” Emily chocked on her own air.

“It.. it might be beneficial…” Spencer went right back to his younger, stuttering self, trying to explain himself, which made Emily’s heart melt.

He cleared his throat, “It might be beneficial for you. Sex is often shown to help with stress relief and insomnia.”

Emily scoffed.

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” She said while rubbing her temples.

“I may have someone.” Spencer offered.

“What?” Emily asked, not fully registering what Spencer was saying.

“A colleague of mine, a professor L/N, has her own set of obstacles, but the point is that she could benefit from having sex as well.”

Emily was flabbergasted.

“Spencer… You do know that just because we’re both not straight, does not mean we will immediately like each other right?” She skeptically questioned her friend.

“No, no, I know. But, will you just meet her? Her office is room 116.”

“Spencer, you amaze me sometimes…” Emily sighed in defeat, “But sure, if it will satisfy you, I will go talk to your colleague.”

Spencer had a grin plastered on his face at her words.

As Emily walked out to go find you in room 116, Spencer called out, “You can thank me later!”

Emily huffed as she made her way through the campus to your office.

Spencer wasn’t wrong though… She desperately needed to get laid…

But she was tired. She didn’t want to go deal with a rejection from a stranger. Especially right now.

Eventually, Emily found your office. She knocked at the door.

“Come in!” You called, while grading your seemingly never ending stacks of papers.

Emily heard your words, opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.

“Hello, How can I help you?” You asked the stranger in your office, setting your grading pen down for the moment.

“I’m Emily Prentiss, Dr. Reid’s friends.” Emily introduced herself, shaking your hand.

Your face lit up at her words, “Oh yes! I’m Y/N. Spencer has told me a good deal about his old team at the BAU. Please, do sit, although I don’t know exactly what I can do for you.”

Emily smiled at your kindness.

You both sat, and she began, “This is going to sound weird, but…” Emily took a deep breath, damn she hadn’t been this nervous in years… why was she this nervous…?

“But Spencer asked me to come down her and see you.”

“Oh is that so? And why might that be?” You asked, skeptical of what Spencer was pulling this time.

“He thinks… he thinks both of us need to get laid… and that we could help each other with our mutually respective dilemmas.” Emily tried to explain in, in the most understandable way, but she was being distracted by the butterflies in her stomach and the wetness pooling in her panties…

“He wants us to fuck?” You bluntly asked.

Oh, Emily was done for once you uttered those words…

“Yes.” She managed to respond with a even voice, even though her legs were clenching uncontrollably…

“Hmmmm…” you mused, taking in the woman in front you, you had to admit… Spencer taste for you was spot on…

“And what do you think? What do you want, Emily?” You asked the older, seasoned woman.

God, she wanted to hear her name in your mouth again…

“I think your quite young…” Emily responded with a slight strain to her voice.

“Hmmmm, does that bother you?”

“Not if it doesn’t bother you…” she whispered, her eyes clouding over with need.

“It doesn’t…” you immediately, lightly spoke back.

“Well in that case…” Emily began, but was interrupted as you got up from your chair.

You went over to the door, and for a second Emily panicked thinking you were leaving, but then she heard the lock click.

You then walked back and over to where Emily was sitting, scooting her chair to face you and not the desk.

“What were you saying…?” You whispered, looming over Emily, your eyes darkened with desperation.

“Doesn’t matter...” Emily whispered, grabbing your blouse and crashing her lips into yours. She pulled you into her lap, as her tongue explored your mouth.

You moaned in response, straddling her on the chair.

Emily grabbed a fist of your hair and pressed your lips into her hers even harder, eliciting whimpers from both of you.

Both of your hips grinded into the other in desperate need of some sort of friction.

You pulled away first from the kiss, quickly knelt down on the ground, and hurriedly began undoing her pants.

Emily realized what you were doing and moaned at the thought, quickly helping you to remove her pants.

You tore off her soaked panties and spread her legs across the chair legs.

“Please, god… fuck me…” Emily pleaded, grabbing your hair again and thrusting her soaked cunt to meet your face.

You happily complied to her request, diving into her pussy, lapping up her wetness and exploring her folds.

Emily moaned and mewled in delight.

You skillfully tongued through her folds, drawing out lewd moans which went straight to your own core.

And soon enough you felt Emily’s walls clenched around your tongue as she screamed out in pleasure.

You looked up after lapping up all of her juices to find a panting, sex fogged goddess.

You moaned at the sight.

Emily met your desperate eyes.

“Get on the desk, will ya love?” She lustfully moaned.

You quickly got up, sitting your ass on the edge of your desk.

Emily got up from her chair, legs a bit wobbly which you cheekily grinned at.

“Oh don’t worry Baby. You’ll be the one who can’t walk at the end of this…” Emily taunted at your cheeky grin towards her legs.

You gulped.

She grabbed your knees and guided your legs open for her access.

“I love your outfit, but it would look so much better on the floor, don’t ya think?” Emily purred.

You bit your lip and eagerly nodded, desperately removing all of your clothing.

Emily watched you, her mouth salivating at the sight of you.

You sat back on the edge of the desk, legs wide open for her access.

Emily hummed in delight.

She then kneeled on the floor, never losing eye contact as she licked a strip of your folds, causing you to shutter and let out a whimper.

“Please… no teasing…” you begged, bucking your hips up to meet her face.

Emily grinned at your begging, and complied with your request.

She just went straight into your pussy, tongue fucking your aching cunt relentlessly.

You grabbed and tugged her hair which only seemed to spur Emily on even more.

“Oh God!” You cried out, feeling yourself climbing to the edge of your high.

Emily couple sense your fluttering walls and how close you were. She added her thumb to your clit, and you were done for…

You came on her tongue, crying out her name, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You panted heavily and whinced as Emily cleaned your sensitive cunt up with her tongue.

She came up to your eye level with a mischievous little grin and a face full of cum to match yours.

Her lips crashed into yours once more. It’s was intoxicating, your taste mixing with hers.

Eventually, you both pulled away breathless.

“Damn.” Emily exclaimed, “We should do that again sometime.”

You chuckled at her comment and nodded, too speechless to form any words.

[cyberwhumper]

  “Would you believe me…if I told you…ain’t my first time gettin’ tied to a post like this?”

        Rex doesn’t bother to respond. Montez, for some reason, takes this as a cue to keep going.

        “Know you seen the scars on my back.” He huffs a laugh that’s more of a wheeze. “Never said nothin’ about ‘em, though.”

        “Figure it’s your business. Never been much o’ the curious type myself.” Rex’s throat burns when he finally speaks, raw from heat and dust and yelling.

        “Yeah, well. M’bored. Might as well…tell ya.”

        Leave it to the kid to get bored at a time like this. Rex hears the creak of ropes and the rasp of fabric on leather as Montez shifts, ineffectually trying to take some pressure off his bound legs—his bum knee, Rex remembers absently. Must be hurting him something fierce.

        “Had this gal for a while, like you do. Outside…Lubbock, think it was? Few years back.” Rex rolls his salt-dry eyes. Montez talks like he’s a fuckin’ old-timer. Damn kid can’t be more than twenty. “Her daddy was a granger, right. None too keen on his baby girl runnin’ around with the likes of me.”

“Can’t imagine the fuck why.” If Rex had a drop of moisture left in him, he’d spit. Ain’t decent, how Montez carries himself. Talks about this shit like he’s proud. Gets Rex heated.

Another weak laugh, this one turning into a cough. “Just ‘cuz you ugly as homemade sin, lobo…but he catches us, right. In the hayloft. She’s screamin’, he’s cussin’, I’m just tryin’ to get my goddamned pants back on…he musta got a cheap shot in on me or somethin’, ‘cuz I woke up huggin’ a hitching post, sin ropa, mouth full of my own goddamn belt.”

“Shoulda told ‘em this story earlier,” Rex grunts. “Maybe they woulda gotten the idea to gag you and I could have some goddamn peace.” A few winged shadows flicker above them. Buzzards. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Cabron.” Montez coughs, then picks up his thread again, quieter now. “Went at me with a stockwhip. Lost count after two dozen.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.”

The shadows overhead thicken. Rex is almost grateful for the split-seconds of relief as the birds block out the sun; the posse had ripped the shirt right off his back in the tussle, and his skin feels fit to burst with burning. He blinks, lids gritty. The horizon is wavering, but if it’s from the heat shimmering off the rocks or his eyes boiling like eggs in his skull, he can’t say.

“So how’d you get out?” he finally asks, in spite of himself. “Get us out this same way now, eh?”

Montez doesn’t respond. Rex glances over at him, and the peace he had wished for suddenly feels a bit sour. The kid’s head is hanging limp, glints of white visible under his heavy lashes, just like the bone Rex can see at the center of the gash in his brow. His whole face is gray-pale, mucked by oozing blood, too sun-poisoned to properly flow, and the nasty whistle to his breath is the only tell that he’s still above snakes. Rex’s dizzy heartbeat picks up for reasons he’s not entirely sure of. Bastard. Montez ought to know he’s not allowed to die until Rex collects his bounty.

The first buzzard lands near his boot, cocking its ugly pink head at him. Impatient little bugger.

“You’re early,” Rex growls.

The buzzard doesn’t seem to care.

[Fic by the exceptionally talented @bxtterflystxtches , who I have the honor of collaborating with for this event. Please show him some love!]

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W/c: 1.4k Pairing: Female Reader x Tyler Durden Includes: NSFW, Service dom Tyler, incredibly horny/needy Tyler (couldn’t help myself haha), dubcon b/c drunk Tyler, fingering (reader receiving), dirty talk, Tyler begging, dubcon b/c Tyler begs (but reader is into it), insinuations of oral sex.

A/n: Something short for today. She was yowling while I was writing this I stg. Either ‘version’ of Tyler can be imagined, as I didn’t use physical descriptors for him. Please check the tags, as this is sort of dubious in nature, but both are into it. Irl, don’t do this. Pls. Per usual, no minors (obviously). Enjoy.

You didn’t participate in Fight Club. But dating the founder and leader of it meant you had the general idea of what went down. The rules were easy. Don’t talk about it, two men to a fight, so on and so forth. Another thing you knew: Tyler had gotten into the recent habit of taking a shot for every time he fought during a night of Fight Club prior to coming home for the evening. By that logic, tonight he must’ve been really pent up.

This occurred to you the very second Tyler walked through the door of your shared home. You knew him well, but you didn’t have to have any context to his behavior to know he was more than tipsy. Anyone with eyesight could tell you that.

It must’ve been about eleven or twelve, and you were pouring yourself a glass of water in the kitchen before calling it a night. You heard the clattering of keys from the door, and a muffled curse from a familiar voice. Typical Tyler.

A beat passed, and the blundering idiot finally figured out how to work the keys and get into the house, emerging with a groggy, “Honey, I’m h-home!”

You glanced over your shoulder to see him stumble into the kitchen, and promptly catch himself on the wall.

“Uhm, hi, Tyler,” you said, trying to fight the urge to smile.

“Good…eveni…hi,” he coughed, arching his back against his slumped position on the wall, moaning without shame when he cracked it just right.

From this motion, you could see something obvious. The poor bastard had a raging hard-on.

“Did Fight Club go well?” You asked, forgoing your prior activities to turn and face him, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed.

He didn’t answer for a moment, nodded drearily, then suddenly,

“I’m so fuckin’…hnghh…horny f-for you,” he growled, grimacing as he bucked his hips against nothing.

You raised your eyebrows, giving him an incredulous look, sparing your eyes to dart obviously from his own, to his erection, and back.

“You don’t say.”

“Oh, you’re such a teasee…fuck-you look,” he swallowed harshly, walking unevenly to the scratched-up table a few feet before you which acted as a mock counter island.

“I look…?” You prompted, biting your lip in an effort to not burst out laughing.

“I-fetching,” he managed to get out.

“Fetching?” You clarified. At this point it was getting difficult to not succumb to a fit of giggles. That was a new word for him. And to use it when you’re just in a pair of cotton shorts and some t-shirt?

“I dunno, fuckable, so…hah, so hot,” he sniffed, snatching up a loose pen from the table and proceeding to dance it across his knuckles.

It was a common stim for him-drunk or not-to fiddle with a pen. He was actually rather impressive with it, too. With the way he focused so intently on it at that moment, you felt like he was an exotic bird trying to coax in a mate. A futile display to try and get you to find him more enticing.

“Do you like how my…my fingers work, hmm?” He muttered, sparing a quick look up to your steady gaze on his hands. “Do you like how quick I am with ‘em? You…you wann’em up y-your pussy? Curling and pushing in and out, up ‘n down…in and…fuck.” He dropped the pen and frowned.

You unintentionally got a bit turned on from his murmurs of fingering you, to be honest. He was so desperate for you-his only focus-even subconsciously. The attention made you avert your eyes. Despite his clear desires, he was probably worn out from fighting and shouldn’t worry about fucking you. But you couldn’t help crossing one leg over another.

He took notice of this move, and stepped closer, cornering you against the counter.

“Do you want me? Want me t-to fuck you?” His hips were dangerously close to yours.

“You’re drunk, Tyler,”

“I’m not…’n even if I was, I always wanna fuck you when ‘m so-ngh-…not drunk, too.” He wasn’t wrong in saying that. The man was always horny. He closed the distance and pushed his groin against yours.

Oh, whatever. Damn it all. You threw your head back and moaned. Who wouldn’t?

“Tyler, you-“ you fought one last time, trying to retain some dignity. Deep down, though-in fact, not really deep down at all-you wanted him so bad.

“Please, say yes, ple-pleaasee…” He choked out, dipping his head in proximity to your neck.

“Okay, yeah, but-but just hand stuff-“ you managed before he crashed his lips onto your jawline, kissing and biting with the need of a starved man. He was practically growling with lust.

“We should…go to the bedroom, Ty,”

“N-ngh-noo, lemme take you on the c-counter…” he whined, grumbled against your skin as he continued to mouth all over you.

“Mmm…fine,” you sighed, a small grin on your face as you smoothed out his hair.

With that, he hooked his arms under your knees and hoisted you up onto the counter. You instinctually propped yourself up with your elbows.

Quickly, but clumsily, he slid off your shorts, exposing how wet you already were.

“Y’want my fingers? In you?”

“I said ‘hand stuff’, didn’t I?”

His hands curved up your thighs, pulling them apart so he could have better access to you.

“This ‘s what I’ve wanted all night…” he moaned, fingering along your slit.

“Christ, Tyler..shit!…” you moaned with him, clenching your eyes closed as a result of the stimulation.

“Wan’ my fingers to rub all over your cli-?”

“Yes, Tyler, just, fucking fuck me already!”

“Ahh, that’s what I like…” he growled, pumping two fingers in, easily due to your wetness, letting his thumb rest on your clit.

You mumbled a slurry of ‘yes’s incoherently when he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, just as he had promised. His thumb inadvertently moved up and down on your clit as a wonderful consequence of his ministrations.

“Mmm, I knew you’d like this..,” Tyler groaned, quickly kissing the inside of one of your thighs as he picked up the pace.

“You’re too damn good, Ty, h-how could I not..?” You stuttered amidst broken noises.

“You think this ‘s good? Just you…heh, just you wait…” he groaned before curling up his fingers with each pump, grazing perfectly over your g-spot every time.

“Oh, Tyler, oh fuck! Yes!” You winced, fighting to keep your eyes from closing shut so you could look down at him.

For a quick beat, he made eye contact with you, and shot you a devious, drunken grin. It was both adorable and also very, very hot.

You barely noticed his erection against one of your legs as he got himself off on it, his small whimpers mixing with yours in harmony.

Somehow, impossibly, he got faster. By nature, you clenched around his fingers, especially as he added a third one with a slight chuckle at your reaction.

“Oh, fuck you, Tyler, you jackass, fuck that-feels-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence when his thumb, already rubbing on your clit, started circling it, too.

“Feels good?”

You nodded with desperate feverence.

By some fantastic talent, he didn’t let up, enjoying your moans and their ever-increasing pitch as he worked at what he was lusting over for so long.

“You gonna cum? Pleaseee tell me your gonna cum, I wanna with you-I wanna cum with you,” he droned, whining.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll cum with you, Tyler, don’t let up,”

“I wasn’t, fuck, I wasn’t planning on it,”

You both moaned loudly, and one of your hands reached over and grabbed his shoulder, digging your nails into it as you came on his fingers. He wasn’t long behind you.

Your orgasm lasted a good amount of time, with Tyler expertly keeping the pace, only slowing down as your orgasm did. You didn’t even notice how he slid his groin off of your leg until it was off.

The first thing you said was with a laugh. “Did you cum in your pants, Tyler?”

“Could you’ve expected m-me not to…?”

His arms hooked under yours and he helped you back up onto your feet, still tingling from the climax.

“Do you wanna take this ‘nto the bedroom?” Tyler asked, still a bit tipsy and trying not to stumble over his words.

“What?”

“Whaddya mean ‘what’? ‘m not done with you,”

You placed your hand in his and bit your lip from a smile, letting him lead you.

“I know you said, l-like, hand stuff ‘n whatever, but…can I use my mouth on you? Please? I’ll be good, ‘n-“

“Yes, Tyler, you can,”

“Thanks.”

You forgot all about the water you originally went in to get.

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End

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[southerndragontamer]

You Only Get Three Strikes

This is my interpretation of how things after the amazing fanart by @andaboop went

Actor hummed an old tune to himself as he adjusted his tie in the mirror and flashed himself a grin. He had just finished up setting things up for the confrontation with Dark in their next encounter, he wondered if it would work enough he could bring out Damien again. He had sent his….no not partner, that was reserved for someone else…..like minded fellow? That sounded right, out to go through the plan Actor had crafted for him about some hero, magician? Whoever the target he was after.

He’d really lucked out in meeting the other, it was always nice to have a trump card in your pocket and though he was a bit…jagged around the edges the actor was confident that the shared interest in their respective goals would help him figure out how to direct those edges the way he’d like.

His thought process was derailed when the door was slammed open. No, that wasn’t quite right, it wasn’t slammed so much as kicked in so hard it flew to the opposite wall. He whirled around, cane in hand ready to defend himself as his mind immediately jumped to William or Damien only to blink as he saw the glitch there. His smile fit into place as he relaxed.

“Oh it’s you my friend! You gave me a heart attack there-”

His voice cut off by force by a clawed hand that snapped around it with the speed of a striking cobra, or a bear trap when it shut from the pressure plate being triggered. He gagged and choked and instinctively tried to pry away the fingers that felt like they were going to snap his windpipe in two. He attempted to kick as he was lifted into the air and slammed against the wall.

Anti’s face was twisted in a near wild fury, all his fangs bared and body glitching as the lights began to flicker and dim. His eyes were glowing like a live wire as he spat out, Irish accent thickened even further than normal.

“Shut yer damn mouth. I don’t wanna hear a sound outta ye, unless I say you can talk.”

Actor couldn’t have tried to speak right now if he wanted to, he tried to nod as his vision swam with black spots. Just as he thought he was going to pass out, or need to reconstruct his throat again, he was let go and dropped like a sack of bricks. He held in the gasp as oxygen flooded into his lungs and covered his mouth to muffle the cough as he looked up at the glitch for a reason why he’d suddenly flown off the handle.

Anti’s glare was like looking at a lightning strike inches from where you stood, the sense of if he wasn’t careful he’d have to dig himself out of a grave again. The glitch stepped back and manifested his knife as he started to absently twirl it in his fingers with the ease of someone that had wielded a blade for a long time.

“I was willing to give ye a chance ya know, at working together. You talk a big game pretty boy. But you can’t cash it. I went with that ‘plan’ of yours that ye made for me. And do you wanna know what happened?”

Actor felt his stomach start to knot and sink, his heart picked up and he felt the hair raise on the back of his neck at the way the lights flickered and threatened to pop, sparks arced off of the glitch’s skin as his voice dropped into a growling hiss.

“I had the magician about to collapse at my feet when the damned timekeeper intervened. They got away from me. Oh I can find em again, easy as breathing, my strings don’t allow any less. But it’s the principle of it all.”

Actor resisted the urge to hunch in on himself as Anti’s head snapped around at a sickeningly off angle and speed and instead he began to try to save face, backpedal as he stood up. His best apologetic expression on as he tried to keep from going out of the frying pan into the fire. His eyes shone a brighter red and he weaved his own kind of power into his words like red ribbon braided together to hide blood.

“I’m sorry that it didn’t work like I intended friend, but I didn’t take everything into account it seems when I made my plan.”

That was as far as the ‘apology’, because such a word was only proper in a true sense of remorse for actions, got as he found his jaw exploded in pain from the literally lightning fast blow to one side. He felt bone crunch and fracture as he collapsed to the floor and held his jaw in place as it began to repair itself.

Only to choke and blood to spurt out of his mouth by the sharp kick that echoed with the cracking of ribs, just as quickly he was hauled up by the collar of his suit and the knife was pressed deeply against his skin. Ruby droplets trailed down the edge of the blade as Anti half snarled.

“I told you. Not. A. Sound. You must not have much grey matter between your ears, or you’re just a glutton to get your arse beaten. So let me explain this in a way you’ll be sure to understand.”

Actor winced and his eyes squinted as the glowering, searing light of Anti’s eyes were right in front of him. The knife cut in just a bit deeper into his skin. The glitch���s tone went from utterly furious about to stab someone, to calm and measured and almost cold rage that was somehow almost more terrifying.

“If you’re not one of my puppets, you get three strikes. Your first mistake was fockin things up for me reclaiming one of mine. The second one was the half-arsed, shite apology ya tried to make.”

And Anti grinned, slow and cruel and his eyes had a sadistic glint in them as he chuckled and finished in an almost croon. The lights shone green and the white noise of static snow started to hurt Actor’s ears enough to make him wince and he swore for a second something started to bleed.

“Your final strike? Thinking I was too stupid to know you didn’t expect more out of me than dumb muscle eager to get to fighting, someone that wouldn’t question anything.”

The lights flared such a bright green that it went white and then popped with the sound of fizzling soda and shattered glass. Actor subconsciously, human instinct still ingrained after so long of being inhuman, flinched, shut his eyes and covered his head. The sound of shrieking static made him cover his ears as they ached and he was positive he felt his eardrums burst, his head ached as the sound pierced through his skull.

The shrieking came again, not just a wall of sound but laughter. Actor had never been one that dealt well with being made a joke, pride bristled in indignation as his eyes snapped open and he started to growl, to snap back at the glitch for being so ungrateful for his help. His mask dropped as his true form slipped through the handsome image he portrayed. Like the true face of Dorian Grey, sickened, rotten and ugly.

Only he saw that Anti had dropped his mask as well…

Instead of a human with glowing green eyes, sharp claws and fangs to betray the inhuman underneath…what stood in front of Actor was something that could only be called eldritch. Lightning and static in a silhouette that was humanoid but not, it glitched and twisted on itself, crackling at the seams. He blinked and it shifted each time as if it couldn’t decide on how to ‘appear’. Too long, too many ‘limbs’ too long claws that took the place of fingers, jaws filled with rows and rows of razor blade fangs, it looked too big for the space it was in, the walls creaked and groaned with the strain to hold it in.

His head ached like the worst migraine he’d ever had, his ears rang and he felt blood dripping from his nose, the world felt like it tilted and he felt like he was going to throw up. There was a rumbling of thunder and then he was aware of his body falling and convulsing as his brain lit up with only agony as a reason. Past the pain and the searing white noise in his ears that felt like it was trying to break his mind apart, he grit his teeth at the shrieking, piercing laugh that had him swallow down bile.

“Already on the ground writhing like a snake without its head~ You thought you were such a tough shot because you constantly annoyed Dark, ohhh boyo you got no idea of what forces you’re playing with now~”

The sensation of barbed wire cutting and tearing, ripping into his skin as the glitch’s strings wrapped around his limbs and yanked him up to his feet. Up further still to Anti’s ‘face’…too many eyes, shades of green, black, blue and some brown, they looked like fractured images through cracks in a mirror. The glitch’s body waved and rose as it spoke, like watching a sound wave on a computer screen.

As much as Actor tried to hold it in, as he finally realized how in over his head he was, that making a deal with the glitch had been a horrible mistake, when he felt the lightning forced through his body again, he screamed. Anti’s cackling laughter of delight rang in his ears and covered the sound as it echoed in on itself.

“It’s been a while since I had a chance to play with something that can survive it~ Oh yes, I’m aware you can’t stay dead~ You’re gonna wish you were back in that manor when I get bored of you~”

[earthtoharlow]

SERIES MASTERLIST

PREVIOUS

THATGIRLSTACEY

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thatgirlstacey: never fazed by what my old flings gotta say 💯💯

📸 : my hubby

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jackharlow: never ever

user: so Jack wasn’t kissing a white girl in the club?

user: I want better for you

user: you a bitch but one thing about that face card…

neelamthadhani: let ‘em know sis!

user: you need to leave that white boy!

user: you know what i understand Jack I really do

druski: I know your man does but do you cheat as well 👀

user: druski outta pocket 🤣🤣🤣

haileybieber: I’m so in love with you 😍

user: you seem kinda fazed idk

JACKHARLOW

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jackharlow: if “just throw it in the bag” was a person 🙄🫠

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user: oh so you remembered you have a child

user: such a cutie!!!

user: I’ll be a step mom

user: that jacket tho !!

thatgirlstacey: you love it tho 🤭

user: I’m happy you took the time out your busy cheating schedule to hang out with your daughter

urbanwyatt: my favorite niece!

jackharlow: she’s your only niece

thatgirlstacey: hopefully not for too long 🙃

jackharlow: 😬

THATGIRLSTACEY

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thatgirlstacey: you could say it was love at first sight 😍 tbt

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user: so he met Stacey first?

user: uh

user: you a big loser

user: he trying to figure out who to you are

user: so he’s known her before he started dating Y/N???

jaydawayda: I remember this night 😍😍

user: goals !!

jackharlow: forever glad we reconnected

JACKHARLOW

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jackharlow: all I need in this life of sin

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user: y’all been posting each other a lot lately, which one of you cheated 🤣

barbieblank: what a beautiful family…

user: I love when Jack remembers he’s a father

user: I love Willow 😍😍😍

user: guess Drizzy was lying about that white girl 🫠

neelamthadhani: 🥹🫶

user: I guess Jack is actually loyal this time

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: uh oh looks like #StaceyJames Harlow is finally getting her lick back! Stacey was seen drunkenly leaving the club kissing a mystery man! I wonder what’s going through #JackHarlow’s head right now 👀

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user: HOLY SHIT!!!!

user: Jack deserves this tbh

user: that Y/N voodoo

user: how could she do this to him :(

user: ok but someone find out who the dude is he kinda fine

user: Y/N and Drake is somewhere laughing

user: I love karma

user: *pretends to be shocked*

user: SLUT

user: these hoes ain’t loyal

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: whew chile! The drama never stops in the Harlow household! According to fitness model, #BarbieBlank, #JackHarlow is the father of her 6 month old, Noah! A couple weeks ago, #Drake stepped into #StaceyJames Harlow’s comments claiming he saw Jack with a white girl in the club! By the looks of it, it might’ve been Barbie! Just yesterday, we broke the news that Stacey was seen kissing another man. We hope this is all one big misunderstanding!

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user: I’m so fucking dead

user: bruh

user: this drama is better than any reality tv show

user: oh Y/N voodoo is working overtime!!

user: only person I feel bad for is poor Willow, and Noah

user: pray for them y’all, cause they damn sure gonna need it

user: Jack never heard of condoms? God damn

user: Jack is the reason why they teach sex education in schools

user: how does he find the time

user: glad y/n is away from this !!!

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chapter 2: making friends

summary: follow y/n through her first day of the quarter!

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When y/n’s alarm woke her up for the first day of Fall Quarter, she could already smell something heavenly cooking in the kitchen. As she dragged herself out of bed, she noticed it felt more like floating than dragging. Maybe this is why cartoon characters hover when they smell good food, she thought to herself, and she picked out her fit for the day.

Y/n figured that nothing could go wrong with lavender Nikes, an oversized lavender tank top tucked into pale gray sweats and a cute half up half down hairstyle with a scrunchy. She completed her look with a simple silver chain and matching hoop earrings, and of course she laid her edges, gelled her brows, and used some highlighter, opting to wait on lipgloss until she’d eaten breakfast.

She heard a knock on her door, and Nobara’s voice followed. “Y/n! Want to try my famous breakfast sandwich?” Before y/n could answer, Nobara opened the door, gasping. She eyed y/n up and down, then said, “I think I’m going to steal your style, because how have I never thought of pastels before?!”

Y/n felt her face heat up and she laughed. “If you can fit my clothes, feel free to borrow them whenever you want! But what’s this about a famous breakfast sandwich?”

Nobara blushed. “Actually, it’s not really mine. It’s our friend Toge’s recipe, but I stole it because it’s really good. But come try it!” She leaned forward and grabbed y/n’s wrist, dragging her out of her room and over to the kitchen counter, where Maki was already seated and chowing down, and two plated sandwiches were waiting to be devoured. Nobara sat in the middle seat, and turned to y/n. “Okay, get this. So, for starters, you toast these sourdough bread rounds, right? Then, you put mayo on each bread slice. Then, you put a piece of this super melty cheese on one of the slices. Then you make an egg over easy, so there’s still runny yolk in it, and add that. Finally, you put your lunch meat in the pan just to heat it up a smidge and put that on top, put your other slice of bread on top, and squish the egg so the yolk drips onto your plate and acts as a dipping sauce. I added seasonings to ours, but I didn’t know what you wanted on yours, so I left it plain and figured you’d tell me what you wanted next time. Now take a bite!” Nobara exclaimed, and y/n couldn’t help but see her as an excited golden retriever waiting to be called a good dog.

Y/n bit into it, and it tasted… “Good,” She said, “Way better than any Starbucks sandwich I’ve ever had. Thanks for making me food.”

Nobara beamed. “I like cooking, but I like eating Toge’s cooking more than anything. He’s just a genius at that stuff!” She sighed, seemingly day dreaming. I wonder if she likes that guy, y/n mused. Whoever he was.

In the middle of her morning class – a college success class – y/n’s phone dinged, and she mentally cursed herself for not turning it on silent beforehand. The few heads that swiveled in the sea of students quickly refocused their attention on the professor when he cleared his throat, and y/n mouthed a ‘sorry’ as she silenced it. Who was texting her this early?

When she checked, she noticed the name “tHe GwOrLz ChAt” in her text messages. That’s new, she thought to herself, and when she opened her phone, she hid a smile. It was her roommates.

Somehow, y/n couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous when the other students in her class started gathering their things. She felt butterflies in her stomach, her hands felt shaky, and she felt self-conscious, as if everyone in the room was watching her. Sure, maybe one or two students looked her way, but she wasn’t that famous. Not Lil Nas X famous, not even Em Beihold famous. She was more like… Avenue Beat famous, where she popped off with one song, and then got a steady enough following from that to be alright if she never went viral again.

Were these feelings first day jitters? Hardly. She knew what it really was. She wanted Nobara and Maki’s friends to like her, and if they didn’t? She stood the chance of losing her two new friends, and if their friends only saw y/n for her internet fame? She’d end up distancing herself and lose out on opportunities to spend time with the girls, because that’s what drove her out of her hometown in the first place.

As she made her way down the stairs, her shoes sounded like bricks on the floor to her ears, thudding almost as loud as her heart in her chest. She was so focused on her nerves, staring at her feet all the while, that she almost toppled over when she crashed into someone at the door of the classroom.

“O-oh!” Her voice cracked, “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She asked the guy, and thanked her lucky stars she’d finished her sentence before seeing his face, because… wow.

Long, jet-black hair, melty dark chocolate colored eyes, and a handsome smile to match, along with a completely unfazed demeanor. When he smiled at y/n, she experienced a blank mind for the first time in her life. “I’m perfectly fine. Are you okay? You seem a little out of it.”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and opened them back up, confirming for herself that what she was experiencing was real and that she was, in fact, okay. “No, yea! I’m all good. Just wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry again.”

He smiled at her again, and this time, she noticed crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Somehow, a normal human feature for literally everyone was only sexy on him. “You’re okay,” he said. “See you around.” And walked away. He’s fine as fuck, y/n thought as she stood there, under a spell.

When he was out of sight, she finally remembered she was supposed to meet up with her friends. She hurried down the hall and out of the building, heading straight to the cafeteria, knowing she’d either spot them outside, or they’d spot her first.

“Y/n!” She heard her name being called, and turned to the right to see her two friends, and a group of guys — all ridiculously hot guys. She recognized each of them based on their descriptions. Yuta had his arm thrown around Maki’s neck and was giving her heart eyes, Toge was sitting next to them eating something, Nobara and Megumi were sitting next to each other sullenly, and Yuuji and Gojo were standing behind them, running around and laughing. From where y/n was standing, it looked like Gojo and Yuuji were the cause of Nobara and Megumi’s soured moods. Maki was waving to her, and Nobara looked up and over to y/n, her scowl being replaced with a smile of relief.

Y/n jogged over to all of them, and said, “Hey, guys! Where should I sit?”

“Oh! Sit right–”

“You can sit next to me, cutie. You know, I really like your music, but I’ve never gotten a tweet back. It breaks my heart, honestly.” Gojo cut Nobara off, tugging y/n by the wrist to sit down right next to him. As soon as y/n had come over, he’d quit his fooling around and had peered at her over his sunglasses, but she’d been too focused on the group as a whole to pay it mind – normally it would’ve left her flustered, but right then, all she was worried about was not making the entire group hate her.

“Oh, really?” Y/n asked him, “I see a lot of tweets from people, so I’m not super great about responding to fans on that account. Maybe uh, maybe I could retweet you?”

He pouted his lower lip. “Not even a follow back? After all I’ve done for you?”

Nobara cuts in. “All you’ve done for her is obsessively like and retweet all of her stuff and then invade her space bubble without introducing yourself, like the heathen you are.”

Gojo scoffed. “That’s called being a true fan. And anyways, I was about to tell you that my name is Gojo Satoru, but you can just call me Satoru. Am I allowed to call you by your real name, or do I have to call you Emile?”

Y/n felt Nobara’s glare and remembered what Nobara said. Never call him Satoru. “You can call me y/n, I’d rather that less people connected my face to my stage name.”

The pink haired boy sat down on y/n’s other side and said, “I’m Yuuji. I always wanted to know, what inspired you to start making music?” When y/n looked into his soft brown eyes, he looked like a sad puppy begging for a treat.

She laughed as she said, “Well, that’s a long story, but music’s always been there for me, and I’ve always connected with it emotionally.”

Yuuji’s face looked like it was buffering as he processed what she said. “I don’t know exactly what that means, but I think I understand half of it?”

Nobara rolled her eyes and chided him. “Then why did you ask her a complicated question if you weren’t gonna understand the complicated answer?”

Megumi said, “You’re expecting too much, Nobara.” His face softened a bit as he said, “I’m Megumi, by the way.” Y/n nodded at him, taking in his words at the same time that she took in his eyes being a deep, dark blue. They looked beautiful.

“And I’m Yuta! I hope we can become good friends.” Yuta said, planting a kiss on Maki’s cheek. “It’s what Maki wants, so it’s what I want, too.”

Maki furrowed her brows and lightly shoved him away. “Don’t say it like that! It sounds like you only care because I do.”

Yuta’s face reflected confusion. “What? I’m just saying that anything that matters to you matters equally to me. That’s not a crime!”

Y/n hid a smile. She knew what he meant, but it was sweet of Maki to worry about her feelings. “I think it’s nice, to have someone who values the same things as you.” She glanced over at the only person who hadn’t introduced himself yet, and her heart skipped a beat. It must be Toge.

He appears to perk up when their eyes meet. “I’m Toge. Nice to meet you.”

Y/n could feel in her bones that she would not be able to address them individually, so she said, “It’s nice to meet all of you, too.” She spotted that beautiful, raven-haired man from earlier heading through the cafeteria doors, and decided that was her cue to get up and grab food from the cafeteria. “I’m hungry. I’ll be back in a few!”

Everybody said their goodbyes, and when y/n entered the cafeteria, she gave a sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she made it through that without embarrassing herself, especially after her mishap in her morning class. She was disappointed that she couldn’t see her gorgeous classmate, but she was not disappointed at the smell of seasoned food cooking in the kitchens. As she stepped into line and grabbed a tray, only one thought was on her mind:

This year is going to be very interesting.

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[quinnhayden]

please ma’am may I have some trio fluff now? pretty pwease

It ain't much, but it's a lil' something to get back in the trio groove!

Quinn is dead on her feet when she stumbles inside the tent. From the whispers running around the basecamp, it was a rough time in the medical tent. It’s been twelve hours since he last saw her, almost twenty-four since she last slept.

When she crawls inside her sleeping bag, Bucky expects that to be the end of it. Lights out. Instead, she rolls on her back and stares up at the top of the tent.

“Are we going to live in Brooklyn or Kentucky when we go home?” Quinn asks quietly.

The tension slips away from Bucky’s shoulders. He can deal with this. If she doesn’t want to talk about what she saw in that tent, he’s not pushing it right now. “What do you want?”

Her brows furrow. Steve reaches over to rub the wrinkle between them which is what Bucky wanted to do himself. She’s thinking so hard about it and looks cute.

“If I let you pick where we live, I get to choose our kids’ names,” she finally decides.

Bucky feels a spike in the beat of his heart. They’ve never talked about something like this before. Steve’s face is so unbearably soft. He sprawls out next to her, putting his chin on her shoulder, curling that massive body toward her. “That doesn’t seem like an equal exchange,” Steve says with a shy smile.

“I’ll be pushing your fat-headed kids outta me. I should get to pick their name, shouldn’t I?”

Bucky flops down next to her, putting his hand over her belly. “You got this all figured out, huh? Who says we’re having kids? Maybe me and Steve are gonna run off and elope when we get home. Ever think about that?”

“Steve would look pretty in a dress,” she replies thoughtfully. “He’s definitely got the tits for it.”

Steve looks positively scandalized, only getting redder when Bucky and Quinn have a fit of quiet laughter. He rolls over on his back, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting. “I’m not doing shit with you assholes. I’ll run off to France and become a hotshot artist.”

“Fine with me.” Bucky leans in and kisses her cheek. “How many kiddos we havin’, baby doll?”

“Two, at least,” she answers. “I want one that looks like you, Buck. If Steve is amendable to staying with us then I want one that looks like him, too.”

Steve gets that dreamy look in his eyes. Bucky just giggles. “I don’t think you can control who they end up taking after, baby doll.”

“No matter how many we have, I want ‘em all to look like you,” Steve says to Quinn.

“No. You two are gonna make pretty babies, I know it. So, they’ll look like y’all and they can take after my personality.”

“Hell no,” Steve and Bucky reply immediately and at the exact same time.

Seventy years later, nearly ten hours of labor, two of delivery and his vibranium hand hanging on by a thread, and she’s got a baby pressed to her bare chest. Just as she’d been in that tent where they were all daydreaming about this day, she’s exhausted, but refuses to close her eyes.

“Ten more minutes,” Quinn slurs. “You can hold her after, I swear.”

At the foot of the bed, a nurse warmly reminds her, “Why don’t you try to get the baby to latch first, Doctor Hayden?”

“Right,” she agrees hoarsely.

Steve hasn’t stopped staring at the baby in awe, cupping her tiny head in his whole palm. Meanwhile, Bucky is kissing momma’s temple, so fucking thankful that he’s fit to burst. He wants to drop to his knees and weep along with his newborn baby. Fuck. Fuck, they finally did it. They made it.

“What a fucking set of lungs,” Steve whispers.

“Language, Captain Rogers,” the nurse scolds.

Bucky barks out a laugh. To Quinn, he says, “Don’t you worry about us schmucks, okay? Do what you gotta do. We’re here for the ride.” He smirks, but the effect might be lost with how teary-eyed he is. “And since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll let you pick the name even if you did pick where we settled down.”

Quinn’s head drops back against the pillow. “These nurses know better than to let you run wild.” She smiles, serene and so goddamn beautiful. He didn’t think he could fall more in love with her. “I said it once, I’ll say it again—if I’m pushing your baby outta me, I’m naming ‘em.”

“Anything the wife wants,” he whispers.

[infinite-riches]

My Sweet Johnny Boy

Summary: “You’re gonna pull your hair out, mate,” The voice was soft, slightly deep, dripping in a thick Manchester accent.

“So? Everyone hates it anyways…”

Or: Johnny gets bullied and Simon fixes it (High School AU)

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Word Count: 1131

Warnings: mentions of terminal illness, child abuse

A/N: This lovely one-shot was inspired by the ficlet 'What Makes Soap Soap' written by DovaBunny on Ao3!

Shout out to ebi_lal on Ao3 for beta reading this for me! <3

And as always feel free to leave feedback/constructive criticism <3

AO3 Link (if you prefer): My Sweet Johnny Boy

Trying to adjust to a new school in the middle of the year had been torture. Not to mention the heartbreak of having to leave Scotland behind. All his friends, four hours away. All because his family had to move to Manchester. 

His saving grace had been the phys ed class, being able to dump all his pent-up emotions into football, maybe even with a chance to get scouted for the county team. Football allowed him to tune it out. He could cast everything aside and have a moment of peace in his mind.

As always, the other boys had something smart to say to Johnny after class. Most of the time it was about his accent or his worn-out shoes (the MacTavish family not having enough money to splurge on a new pair when his still wore well). Today though… today was different.

It was relentless in the locker room, most of the other Year 12 boys chiming in with something or another about his hair. 

Though he maintained his composure for the most part he couldn’t deny just how deep it cut. His Ma had been diagnosed with cancer 2 years ago, chemo hitting her hard- she had just recently relented and shaved the rest of her hair off. When Johnny said he wanted to do the same, she helped. She made a game out of it, trying to see how many different funny hairstyles she could give her boy- just to see him laugh and smile. Then she gave him the mohawk and they both stopped.

“So handsome… my sweet Johnny boy with a mohawk!” A light laugh left her lips, a sound Johnny would never let himself forget. 

“Think I’m gonna keep it, Ma…” And he had, learned how to take care of it, always made time to see his Ma- let her trim it up for him, made her smile bright every time he visited her in hospital. 

The water poured over him till it ran cold and even then he didn’t make a move to leave. Instead, he sat on the cold tile, knees to his chest as he ran his hands through his hair over and over again, anxiously tugging at the short strands.

The door to the locker room opened and closed, footsteps milling about accompanied by the sound of someone rummaging through their locker. 

Johnny couldn’t be bothered to move, too lost in his own thoughts.

“You’re gonna pull your hair out, mate,” The voice was soft, slightly deep, dripping in a thick Manchester accent.

“So? Everyone hates it anyways…” Johnny bit back another wave of tears, trying to hold himself together.

“I don’t hate it…” The voice is softer now, kind words prompting Johnny to look up, greeted by a stunning set of honey eyes. “I actually think it's pretty fucking dope…”

Simon kneeled before him, a hand outstretched towards the kneeling Scot, the other holding a towel. There was a black medical mask over his face, just like always. The year 13 student had been a bit of an enigma to Johnny. Most of the students called him Ghost, something about how quiet he could be, creeping up on everyone. Simon fit him better in Johnny’s mind– warm, honey eyes, soft blonde hair, the faintest hint of curl to the strands, always slightly tousled, the boy couldn’t possibly be a ghost– maybe an angel instead. 

“You dinnae have to lie-”

“I’m not lying to you…” Simon’s voice faded off, pushing his outstretched hand towards Johnny.

“You must want something then, eh?” Johnny kept himself small, trying to figure out what game– if any– Simon was playing. “Wanna take the piss like the rest of ‘em?”

An abrupt laugh left Simon’s lips. “Be like them? You wound me Scotsman. C’mon mate, get out of the shower, you’re gonna freeze your balls off.” This time Simon stepped over the tile lip, grabbing Johnny and helping him to his feet, gladly handing over the towel if it meant the poor kid would stop shivering. 

Johnny couldn’t shrug off the kindness anymore, caving to the soft hand and gentle eyes before him. After a few minutes, his limbs didn’t feel nearly as numb anymore and he managed to change into his clothes.

“So what’s the deal, with your hair?” Simon was sitting on the opposite end of the bench, fiddling with the straps of his backpack as he listened.

“It’s for my Ma… she’s got cancer… she thought it looked good on me so I’ve kept it… she helps me trim it up every few weeks… even when she’s in hospital…” tears threatened to spill again, desperately clinging to Johnny’s waterline. 

“Fuck mate…” Simon was by his side in a flash. “I’m so sorry man…”

“No need… it’s been this way for a while, dinnae know when she’ll get better…” Johnny’s voice tapered off, lost in thought again.

“I’m sure she’ll get better soon…” Simon paused for a moment, letting the silence hang in the air. “Listen… I’ve seen you around, you’re good at that shit you do in your sketchbook and even better out on the pitch… if those fucks bother you again come find me, yeah?”

“You don’t ha-”

“None of that, I’ll see you around Johnny…” In a flash Simon was gone, living up to his nickname and leaving Johnny reeling. 

The next day Johnny was sitting on one of the benches out front sketching, waiting for school to start when everyone started to speak in hushed tones. His eyes flicked up, pencil dropping on the page as he met Simon’s eyes. His blonde locks were almost completely gone, trimmed into a neat mohawk that closely mirrored Johnny’s save for the slight curl to the strands.

Simon caught his gaze, softly nodding his chin towards the Scot, eyes crinkling as if he was smiling beneath the mask. Simon, being a year 13 had sent a clear message to the rest of the school, leave Johnny alone. 

From then on, Simon was practically Johnny’s shadow. No one gave him shit about his hair or his accent or his shoes anymore. 

Simon watched over Johnny and Johnny brought some much-needed softness into Simon’s life, eventually coaxing the Brit into taking the mask off when they were alone. Broke Johnny’s heart when he saw the scar– Simon’s dad had thrown a bottle at him, leaving behind a deep gash on his cheek– the reason for the mask. 

The boys were inseparable. Over time the distance between them lessened, from opposite ends of the bench to being pressed together, Simon’s lips leaving a soft kiss on Johnny’s.

And Simon was there three weeks later, mohawk freshly trimmed, for Mrs. MacTavish’s funeral, holding Johnny’s hand tight and doing his best to stay strong for his boy. 

[supermarine-silvally]

some Ace/Yara/Yamato ot3 content for anyone who wanted it!

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Ace looked at Yamato.

Yamato looked at Ace.

Both of them looked down at the shattered remnants of the vase scattered across the floor. 

“That… wasn’t her favourite vase, was it?” Yamato ventured hesitantly, knowing full well the answer to that question.

Ace swallowed. “She’s gonna kill us.”

“Well, we can fix it, right?” Yamato bent down, carefully sweeping the broken shards into a pile. He picked two of them up, brow furrowing as he tried to figure out how they could possibly fit back together. 

“Maybe?” Ace attempted to do the same. “Is this part the base or the neck? I can’t tell.”

“Dunno.” After a minute, Yamato let out a sigh. “This is impossible. It’s in too many pieces and I can’t figure out what’s what.”

“Same.” Ace dropped one of the shards he was looking at onto the floor, wincing as it shattered into another four pieces. “Damn it. What’re we gonna do? There’s only one more hour before she’s gonna be back.”

“Hmm…” Yamato thought for a moment before his amber eyes lit up. “We could replace it! Maybe try to find one as close as possible to the original.”

“Do you remember where she bought it?”

“I think so. There’s a few pottery stores in the downtown area of the Flower Capital. I’m pretty sure it was one of those places.” He stood up, brushing the ceramic dust off his clothes. “I’m faster in my Zoan form. I might be able to get there before they close.”

“Good idea,” Ace agreed. He withdrew a wad of cash from his shorts pockets, handing it to his partner. “Take this. It should help cover the cost. I can clean up while you’re gone.”

Yamato nodded, tucking the cash away. “Sounds like a plan.”

Ace grinned. “Operation ‘Find a New Vase So Yara Can’t Be Mad At Us’ is a go!”

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“I got the vase!” Yamato announced, carefully placing it on the floor in the exact same spot as the original. He beamed, proud of himself. “I described the pattern to the shopkeeper and fortunately he had one just like it.”

Smiling triumphantly, Ace raised his hand, and the two exchanged a high-five. “Looks great! We officially aren’t the worst partners of all time now.”

“What did you do with the broken pieces?”

“Swept ‘em into a trash bag and then put that bag in another bag. Then I mopped the floor, just in case.”

“Good thinking.” 

From across the house, the door creaked open. Both Ace and Yamato turned towards it, excitement lighting up their faces. “She’s back!!”

“I’m home!” Yara called out, carefully closing the door behind her. 

“Hi baby!!” Ace rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her chest and peppering her cheek with kisses. 

“We missed you so much!!” Yamato added, nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head as he snuggled up to her other side. 

Yara laughed, enjoying the smothering affection from her partners. “What’s gotten into you two? Did something happen while I was away?”

“Nope, everything’s perfect!” Ace assured her. 

“We have it aaaaaaall under control,” Yamato said with a grin. 

She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question it any further. Raising to stand on the tips of her toes, she gave Yamato a kiss first before turning to an eagerly-awaiting Ace. “I missed you both so much, too. Thank you for looking after the house. It looks spotless in here.”

“Cleaned it up just for you.” Ace stole another quick kiss before giving Yamato one as well. 

Dropping her bags, Yara wandered further into the house. She stopped next to the new vase, her head tilting to one side. Ace and Yamato held their breaths as she inspected it for a moment before turning to face them again. “You even remembered to dust everything. I’m very impressed.”

Both Ace and Yamato let out nervous laughs. 

“I’ll take your bags to our room,” Yamato offered, picking them up. 

“I’ll help,” Ace insisted, taking a bag from Yamato. “Do you think she noticed?” he whispered as they walked towards the bedroom. 

“No, I think we’re good,” Yamato whispered back. “That was a close call, though.”

“Let’s never mention this again.”

“Agreed.”

Yara, later, looking into the camera like she’s on The Office: “Yeah, I know they broke my favourite vase. The old one had a small chip at the very top and I found a tiny shard underneath the couch. But it’s sweet that they thought to replace it, so I’m not mad. Besides, it’s incredibly funny to watch them exchange nervous glances every time I mention how nice the vase looks in this room.” She laughed. “Knuckleheads, both of them. But I love them, no matter how many times they break the ‘no roughhousing in the living room’ rule. …My sweet, silly boys. What am I ever going to do with them?”

[angelmelon]

So I was tryna figure out: how would the Younique staff fit into my little story?? Several of the characters have pretty cute looks, I didn’t wanna throw em away or make them terfs

well, solution!! For at least a couple of em, anyway.

reminder that TERFs literally CANNOT ALWAYS TELL that people are trans… they are so often wrong it is comical. A TERF bar could more than likely let in trans women without knowing or batting an eye… in my rewrite, Younique only profiled Ginger, Cherish, and Kaiya because they were so open and proud. Often why TERFs pick us trans folk out to begin with!! If you’re too proud, too open, too showy, they’ll try to take ya down. It sucks, but it’s why I’m so proud to be me. I’m so proud of my transgender siblings, because everyday we face the worst from society, and here we are, still standing.

I did change up Shanzay and Parniya’s styles quite abit… god, you can tell that there’s only *one* kind of lesbian Rusty thinks should exist. The diversity of women is a beautiful thing, and I wanted to show just how differently these two butch lesbians can present themselves, because there is more than one type of butch lesbian. (RUSTY.) People should dress how they’re comfortable, however the amount of characters were supposed to like who have the exact, plain style bothers me. People look different, even those within the same subcultures and similar presentations. I want to highlight that!!

Anyway, on to the character bios!!

Shanzay Binti Meriam!! Malaysian-Australian She/They, Transfeminine lesbian

Shanzay used to go to Younique with her girlfriend Parniya regularly, speaking with other regulars who took no issue with their trans identities. Shanzay is a confident woman who runs women’s martial arts classes with her girlfriend and her mother, Meriam. Unfortunately, after learning of the hateful incident at Younique regarding the GAP gang, Shanzay, Parniya, and several other regulars were horrified to learn of the hateful nature of a staff member of Younique. They took the issue to the owner, only to learn that this is standard behavior for the staff, and that a large majority of the staff are loud and proud transphobes. Shanzay and Parniya felt completely horrified that their less cis passing sisters went through this, not to mention that they had given their patronage to such a hateful business. They rallied many Younique regulars to take their leave, and to give their support to the GAP gang, giving their money to the PayPlease fund that would eventually help the girls open up GAP, their trans friendly nightclub. Shanzay now works for GAP as a bouncer, and is good friends with Kaiya particularly, bonding over their shared pride and love for their families.

Parniya Amira Gallus!! Iranian-Australian She/her, Transfeminine intersex lesbian

Standing at nearly 6’8, being transgender and intersex, and suffering from chemical burns at a young age, Parniya is not a very average looking woman. She is very quiet and mellow, and doesn’t wish to draw much attention to herself. Because of her wallflower nature, it’s no shock that the transphobic staff of Younique looked right past her and her girlfriend Shanzay whenever they walked in. Parniya identifies as a butch lesbian, though she still embraces her feminine side often. After finding out about Younique’s transphobia against the GAP gang, Parniya was particularly shaken. Even after rallying other regulars to leave with her and Shanzay, Parniya doesn’t go out nearly as often anymore. She wears much more makeup now, perhaps in an attempt to pass more, like she believes she will run into Younique staff again. Parniya does remote graphic design for GAP, and as a result is well acquainted with Theodosia, and has quickly become good friends with her. They bond over a shared love of old princess stories, as well as their passion for art and other women.

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Five

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Five: If We join the Party, There’s Going to be a Musical Number

Summary: The musical numbers continue through dates and parties (not that (Y/N) and their friends are complaining. These ones are pretty fun).

            (Y/N) walked into the penthouse, threw their backpack down, and crossed their arms. Lucifer looked up from his coffee.

            “Something wrong?” he said.

            “What are you Celestials up to now?” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer tried to look innocent. “What are you talking about?”

            “I’m talking about the song and dance numbers breaking out in the street,” said (Y/N). “I’m sure you’ve noticed them, you’d have to be blind not to.”

            “No, no, I noticed when an entire crime scene sang ‘Another One Bites the Dust,’ ” said Lucifer. “I just thought that maybe it was my father only bothering me and it wasn’t…spreading.”

            “It’s definitely spreading, like a disease,” said (Y/N). They considered. “Kind of fun, though. When we weren’t singing about the apocalypse, that is.”

            “You had to sing about that?” Lucifer’s brow creased in worry at how (Y/N) felt.

            They waved a hand. “Relax, we had a Lady Gaga number with a fashion show, so that made up for it.” They crossed their arms again. “But why is God directing a musical?”

            Lucifer sighed. “He’s trying to ‘bond’ with me.”

            “Your family has weird ways of doing that,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m hoping Dr. Martin will knock some sense into Him,” said Lucifer, standing and straightening his jacket.

            “…What?”

            “We’re going to Family Therapy,” said Lucifer.

            “Did you try that with your Mother and it went wrong?” said (Y/N).

            “This is my Father, totally different.”

            “Uhuh, yeah, sure. Good luck to Linda!” (Y/N) shook their head. “I wouldn’t want to be the one trying to give therapy to God.”

            “Maybe He’ll at least stop the musical numbers,” said Lucifer, shrugging.

            “Tell Him that if He has any control over the songs to at least make it not depressing.”

            “I think it produces whatever song fits the ‘scene,’ I suppose.”

            “Damn.” I was hoping to avoid depressing songs.

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            “So God thinks that because Lucifer likes music making the world a musical would be good for them?” clarified Em as she and (Y/N) walked through the park. Their hands were intertwined, and the sunny day was perfect for their date.

            “That’s what I gathered from Him wanting to ‘bond’ with my dad,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “And apparently we don’t really control the songs, it’s just whatever fits the ‘scene’ we’re in.”

            “So we’re a cheesy jukebox musical,” said Em, laughing.

            “It means someone in the world today is going to work through a mental breakdown through singing, and knowing my track record, it’ll be me,” groaned (Y/N).

            Em squeezed their hand. “How about we make sure we have fun until then? You don’t need to sing a sad song. You have no reason to feel bad about yourself.”

            (Y/N) looked extremely dubious, and their partner grinned.

            “Come on, Birdie, just enjoy the moment,” said Em. “Right now, it’s you and me. So who cares about anything else?” She kissed (Y/N)’s cheek. “No matter what sadness you feel, I’m here. And I love you. My Birdie.” (Y/N) turned their face, and Em kissed their lips quickly. “My angel.”

            “Antichrist,” corrected (Y/N). They knew that would weigh on them forever.

            “Angel,” said Em firmly. “Not from Heaven, not from Hell, but from Earth.”

            Music suddenly played, and (Y/N) fought not to smile as Em grinned happily. Obviously, she had been so sappy to get a nice song to strike up and cheer (Y/N) up.

            They’re so sweet, thought (Y/N), smiling dopily at Em.

(“Earth Angel (Will You Be Mine?)” by Marvin Berry, The Starlighters) (Em) “Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine?”

            She winked, and (Y/N) laughed. Em took (Y/N)’s hand and swayed.

(Em) “My darling dear, love you all the time, I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            They kissed (Y/N) before spinning them around. Em perched their head on (Y/N)’s shoulder and sang while swaying them.

(Em) “Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore, Love you forever and evermore, I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            Em spun (Y/N) back, and the pair began to dance to the steps they felt in their heart. They placed their palms together as they moved with one another, staring into each other’s eyes.

(Em) “I fell for you, and I knew, The vision of your love’s loveliness, I hope, and I pray, that some day I’ll be the vision of your hap-happiness.”

            She kissed (Y/N) and dipped them back. Around them, other couples began to copy their movements. The entire park seemed to be full of love and adoration.

(Em) “Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine, My darling dear, love you for all time, I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            (Y/N) lifted from the dip and spun Em. They smiled so brightly, so honestly, at Em, that Em’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. There was their Birdie, her partner, the one who was strong and alive and still there despite everything they had been through.

(Y/N) “I fell for you, and I knew, The vision of your love’s loveliness, I hope, and I pray, that some day, I’ll be the vision of your hap-happiness.”

            Em grinned at (Y/N)’s singing, and the pair continued to dance forward, twirling across the path together. The entire world was part of their song, and the wind grabbed petals and leaves from flowers and trees. It spun around the couple.

(Em) “Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.” (Y/N) “My darling dear, love you for all time.”

            Their dance ended, and they faced one another.

(Em and (Y/N)) “I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.”

            (Y/N) and Em leaned in and kissed each other.

            The music died, and everyone went back to what they were doing before, but (Y/N) and Em gazed at each other with their hands clasped.

            “Feel a bit better, Birdie?” said Em.

            “No more angel nickname?” teased (Y/N).

            “You’re the only Birdie,” said Em, kissing them again. “Remember that I love you. I care. I’m here to support you.”

            “Thank you,” whispered (Y/N).

            Em nudged them. “And, hey, if you end up breaking down—literally—through song, not the most destructive thing you’ve done.” She winked playfully.

            “I thought you were trying to be sweet,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes but smiling all the same.

            Em leaned on their shoulder. “You know you love me.”

            “I guess I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you,” decided (Y/N).

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            “Alright!” said Noa as the LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club gathered at LUX.

            (Because where else do you go after the whole world has turned to song other than a club? Best place to take advantage of it. And Lucifer had opened it to all ages sans alcohol that day because of the musical extravaganza, so they weren’t in danger).

            “So, what songs has everyone experienced today?” They grinned and leaned over the table. “I want to compare.”

            “Em and I…sang Earth Angel,” said (Y/N), cheeks warming as their friends grinned.

            “That’s adorable,” said Olive.

            “You two are so cute,” said Marcel.

            “Very appropriate song,” said Leon.

            “I know how to treat my partner right,” said Em, grinning.

            “And you’re so very humble about it,” chuckled (Y/N).

            Noa pouted. “Olive and I haven’t had a duet. She went to dance practice.”

            “We went on a date yesterday,” said Olive, taking Noa’s hand. “So don’t complain. We can do karaoke next.”

            Noa brightened at that.

            “But I did get to sing at dance practice,” said Olive. “ ‘Spice Up Your Life’ from the Spice Girls.”

            “That had to have been so much fun,” said Noa. “And tell me you took center stage.”

            Olive grinned. “In pointe shoes and everything.”

            “That’s my girl!” said Noa, kissing Olive’s hand fondly.

            “You’re going to be jealous again, Noa, because while I didn’t have a duet with Leon, he did sing to me,” said Marcel, smiling as his partner.

            “Oh?” Noa wiggled their eyebrows. “What was the song, Leon?”

            “Tell us, can’t be more sappy than singing a song with ‘angel’ in it to me,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Leon’s cheeks warmed, but the only indication was the slight duck of his head. They obviously wished they had their locs down to cover their face. “ ‘Amour Plastique.’ ”

            “That’s so cute,” said Em, smiling. “And in your native language.”

            “I know, right?” said Marcel. “I’m so lucky.”

            “Can we talk about someone else’s song?” said Leon.

            “Only to save you from exploding from embarrassment,” said Marcel. He linked his arm with Leon’s. “Besides, it’s not like he was the only one. I sang ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ to Leon.”

            “That was nice,” said Leon, raising their head again.

            “And I meant every word,” said Marcel, kissing Leon for a moment.

            “What about you, Noa? What did you end up performing in?” said Em.

            “I was at the skatepark and ended up with a bunch of people doing a choreographed skateboarding dance to ‘Bad Reputation,’ ” said Noa.

            “Very you,” said (Y/N).

            “I bet you looked amazing, babe,” said Olive. “Even if I wasn’t there.”

            Noa pouted. “Can we go out after this tonight and sing to each other?”

            “Only if you stop looking like a wounded puppy, I can’t stand it,” said Olive, kissing Noa’s cheek.

            Noa brightened. “I can be cheery!” They jumped up from the table and pulled Olive with them. “Come on, let’s dance!”

            “If we join the party, there’s going to be a musical number,” said (Y/N). “I just know it.”

            Over the speakers, a new song began to play.

(“Dancing Queen” by Abba) (Clubgoers) “Ooh, you can dance, you can jive, Having the time of your life, Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, Digging the dancing queen.”

            “That is way too much of a coincidence after what Noa just said,” said Olive.

            “And we’re all seventeen!” said Marcel eagerly.

            “What can I say? I’m a genius,” said Noa proudly.

            “It seems the song is calling,” said Leon.

            “Come on, Birdie, you jinxed us, you gotta dance now,” said Em.

            “I wasn’t going to miss it. I love this song,” said (Y/N), grinning.

            The six of them got up and headed to the dance floor and as the flights flashed into a disco pattern. As soon as the next lyrics began, the choreography had begun. The six of them were in the center while other dancers—teenagers and adults alike—were behind them.

(Noa) “Friday nights and the lights are low.”

            They posed.

(Olive) “Looking out for a place to go.”

            She posed with her partner.

(Marcel) “Where they play the right music—”

            He posed.

(Leon) “—getting in the swing.”

            Leon joined their boyfriend.

(Marcel and Leon) “You come to look for a king.”

            They mimed crowns and grinned at each other.

(Em) “Anybody could be that guy, Night is young and the music’s high.”

            She winked and posed.

(Y/N) “With a bit of rock music, everything is fine, You’re in the mood for a dance.”

            They stood next to Em, and the entire group spun and leaned in together.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “And when you get that chance…”

            The group jumped up, and dancing exploded to life around them.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, only seventeen.”

            Everyone weaved in and out of circles to create a mass of movement and energy in LUX.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “Feel the beat from the tambourine, Ooh, yeah!”

            Each couple took their hands and spun, and the crowd found partners to do the same.

(All) “You can dance, you can jive, Having the time of your life, Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene, Digging the dancing queen.”

            People jumping and spun on shoulders before spinning back to the ground. The rhythm continued, and people moved between new friends and partners happily.

(Olive and Em) “You’re a teaser, you turn ‘em on.”

            They winked at each other and spun around. Olive’s pink sundress spun with her, and Em’s black, pleated skirt swooshed with her. As they twirled, they revealed Leon and Noa behind them, posed and ready to go.

(Leon and Noa) “Leave them burning, and then you’re gone.”

            They went back-to-back, extended their arms, and did a backbend. They straightened and crisscrossed sides to reveal (Y/N) and Marcel.

((Y/N) and Marcel) “Looking out for another, anyone one will do.”

            They grinned at their respective partners and winked as they moved to the rhythm.

((Y/N) and Marcel) “You’re in the mood for a dance.”

            Em moved to (Y/N), Leon moved to Marcel, and Noa and Olive took their hands.

(LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club) “And when you get that chance!”

            The lights flashed in a rainbow pattern off a disco ball (since when did the Lux have that? No idea). Everyone spun, jumped, and danced. Some lifted people up and let them flip to the ground, and others leapt onto tables to dance.

(All) “You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, only seventeen!”

            Each couple took a table. (Y/N) and Em spun one another and laughed as they danced willy-nilly. Olive and Noa had more coordination but just as much fun. Leon had the elegance and Marcel the energy on their table.

(All) “Dancing queen, Feel the beat from the tambourine, Ooh, yeah!”

            (Y/N) leaned back and trusted Em to dip them before coming back up, taking her waist, and lifting her in a spin.

(All) “You can dance, you can jive, Having the time of your life.”

            Olive went onto pointe in her shoes, and Noa spun her before spinning themself. One was feminine and pastel, and the other was masculine and grunge, but they were a perfect pair.

(All) “Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene.”

            Leon lifted Marcel onto his shoulders and let him bend backwards to his hands and then to his feet.

(All) “Digging the dancing queen!”

            The six teenagers jumped from the tables and came together in one group of jumping, dancing, singing, joyful people.

(All) “Digging the dancing queen!”

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Fanfic Ask Game: F, M, X, Z (ahahahahaha)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

OK LETS SEE, this is long but idk, its still a snippet from a longer work!!

“I’ll have you know, if you had not so rudely intruded on me and instead waited for me to find you properly, I would have been much more together. Less of an embarrassing mess. On rare occasions I require some time to… put myself back together.” “I was worried! You just upped and fucking vanished! We’ve already seen people eat up by that shadow curse.” “Really, Karlach, are you lecturing me about horrible curses?” He smirked at her, raising an eyebrow. “Hey, just because you’ve got one doesn't mean you’re an expert in all of ‘em!” “I’m really not an expert in any, my dear, I’m quiet rubbish at being a vampire, honestly, by any real metric. Cazador wanted me a dimber whore more than anything else.” Karlach gave him a mighty squeeze, “I’ve got you now, soldier.” He laughed and mused, “It feels weird to give voice to such thoughts. Talk about it… I don’t think I want to anymore. Not right now, at least.” He coughed awkwardly and shifted topic slightly, “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never tasted anything but beast blood before now…” “I didn’t think you were, mate.” “I’m a rather disappointing sexy vampire boyfriend, honestly.” Karlach took a moment to tilt her head to the side and inspect him, playing up making thoughtful noises, before nodding decisively “Interesting cute Astarion boyfriend, instead! I think that’s a way fucking better prize.” He briefly kissed her lips again, then rubbed his nose against hers. “Thank you.” He then pushed against her a couple of times. She laughed as she got the message, shifting to lay on her back. He nuzzled into her side, resting his head on her shoulder, right above some of her embedded metal rings, snaking one arm underneath her own. “Might wanna move, Fangs. Those vents let stinky shit out like all the damn time. Well, I can’t fucking smell it, but I’ve heard lots of fucking complaints.” He gave a test sniff and stiffened, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating. She laughed, “See! I told you, fucker!” Astarion coughed and rubbed his face with his free hand. “No. No, no. It is not foul. I was just not prepared.” He coughed again and then explained, “The smell is that of hot blood mixed with…” he took a bigger sniff and smiled as he licked his lips, “Something a bit… tangy? Spicy? Hard to really place. In any case. I quite like it.” He licked a row of her exhaust ports before using her as a pillow again. She shook with laughter and thumped him on the side a couple of times. “Well, hot damn! Glad somebody likes my shoulder farts!” “Darling, some constructive criticism. Find a better term.” “Shoulder toots?” Astarion made the worst fake snoring sounds that had ever been produced in the realm

from my fic that is a combo of karlach and astarion's act 2 romance scenes.

this just makes me happy still lol idk i just think its a good lil snippet of how i see those 2 interacting and playing off each other, he is silly and jokey in game at the drop of a hat, despite everything that happened to him, and so is she, so like. yah they both have their big piles of trauma and huge uncertain futures buuuut well, they stay silly

also i got to use the phrase 'shoulder farts' :D

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

laffo. peers at WIPS.

one i keep noodling on in-between other stuff is a fic based on the Karlach origin scene where after you get to riverton she is REALLY BURNING UP AT NIGHT bc she's so ANGIES about Gortash. I thought i'd be cute for Astarion to try to figure out some way to help her and comfort her since she's so much about comforting other people and downplaying what she needs a lot of the time.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

*holds up the poor sad vampire boy*

LOOK HOW MUCH TRAUMA YOU CAN FIT IN HERE!!!

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

laffo you butt, rainbowbarnacle!!! though really Karlach dying is just kinda.. the bg to my fic, bc so many problems would not have happened if either she was there or they were both in avernus lol

i like character death a lot if there is a reason for it. if you just kill 'em off for no reason eh. idk, its not a thing i look for or a reason not to read a fic for me, it's just... there.