#Me at almost 1 am being like how can I write this dick sucking

[ckygetsjobs]

Writing another blowjob dico fic… what has brought me here

[multiversxwhore]

Richie x plus size black!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight breeding, oral (f) receiving, public sex, sex around/near food in a public kitchen, use of the phrase “daddy”, age gap: reader is in their twenties ( 24/27).

Timeline: before The Original Beef underwent renovations, and became, The Bear, around season 1.

A/n: yeah…I felt slutty writing this, and I totally blame all the TikTok edits for the down pour of Richie thirst videos I’ve received from my friends. Anywho, it’s not anything too special considering I’m posting at 5am. Hope you enjoy, please reblog, and follow me for more.

Ate pm

It was late, and the kitchen had closed, everyone had already gone home. However, Rhichie made you promise to show him your sweet potato recipe, “are you gonna pay attention to what I’m trying to teach you, or are you gonna keep goofing off?” It was an innocent enough ask, however, he’s been trying to get at you for a while, and would take any opportunity to flirt with you. Especially if it was away from spying eyes. During work hours you liked to pretend he wasn’t flirting with you all day, Carmen had even made a sly comment about Richie not being able to keep up with girls half his age. To which he arrogantly replied, ‘my mouth works just as well as my dick motherfucker,’ it nearly made you spit your morning coffee.

“I’ll pay attention when you stop talking, and actually show me something.” He quickly rebutted, he smirked when your words got caught in your throat, and instead of arguing back you turned to your food. Something about the attention he relentlessly gave you got you all hot and flustered, but you loved it. He’d slide past you and whisper a, ‘fucking gorgeous today,’ on the way through the kitchen. Recently, you noticed how territorial he’s become from all the compliments you’ve gotten from male customers. Too nice to turn down men’s persistent advances you would take the phone number offered to you, and it got to a point where Richie would start taking orders, and working register with you just so he could shoo the men away. ‘Aye, you’re holdin up my line jackoff, beat it.’

“Are you gonna let me taste it?” He asked in a soft voice, almost a whisper, you weren’t aware he could be so quiet because he’s usually so boisterous. He stood with his hip leaning against the counter, his head tilted, and an expression of amusement on his face.

You looked over at him with a shocked look. “What?” You stood frozen in place, you felt like if you blinked you’d miss something. ‘Am I crazy or did he just–’ Richie held your gaze, he pushed himself upwards, and leaned in closer to you. The scent of his liquor store oils invading your senses, you didn’t like men’s Versace the last time you smelled it, but on him it was perfect.

“The pie y/n, can I taste the pie filling?” He clarified, but his fingers were already dipping into the bowl before you had a chance to stop him. By the time you processed what he had done, his hand was already moving to his mouth where he sucked the mixture clean off. You couldn’t help but watch as his fingers slowly slid from his lips, the way they glistened reminded you of your own when you delved as deep into yourself as your atomy would allow. You’d guiltily call out Richie’s fingers wishing it was his hand pleasing you instead, over and over you’d plunge into yourself till you’d spray all over yourself and the bed sheets.

“How does it taste?” You asked, chewing on your bottom lip, the corners of his mouth twitched as he fought back a grin.

“I think it’s a sweet, smooth consistency, just how I like my pie filling. But maybe you should test it, I’m sure your palate is better than mine.” His eyes darted towards the glass bowl beside you, and without hesitation you dipped your own finger in, then into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed as you took in all the flavors, a habit you developed when you became an at home cook. It’s habitual for you to let out a satisfactory breath when something exquisite hits your taste buds. Richie had been temporarily forgotten about as you slowly slid your index finger from your mouth. He grinned, he had you right where he wanted you, he knew if he got you away from the eyes of the nosy coworkers you'd become a completely different person.

“Good isn’t it.” His voice jolted you out of your train of thought, those beautiful blue eyes of his took you in, something had shifted in you as it did him. The tension was different as you became more aware of his intentions, and more honest with yourself in the fact that you decided to submit to him. You made up your mind that the next move was completely up to him, and you wouldn’t say no. He trapped you between himself and the counter behind you, not trusting yourself with words you nodded your head. “Hm, you got a little bit here.” Richie reached up, his hand gently grabbed your chin, and swiped at a drop of sweet potato filling that dripped to the corner of your lip.

Your gazes locked, your mouth opened wider, and your tongue slipped out to lick his thumb clean. “Fuck…I fucking knew it.” Richie cursed under his breath, he swallowed as you sucked on his thumb, he pulled away only to take your face between his hands, and press his lips to yours. The both of you were caught up in a heated kiss, desperate to have more, your nipples hardening painful as goosebumps prickled your skin. Your hands wrapped around his shoulder holding onto him for dear life as he gripped your hips. When you ran out of breath only then did you separate, that didn’t mean he was done with you, he trailed kisses down to the base of your neck. His lips pressing directly over your pulse, his hands moving down to your peach shaped booty. He alternated hands gripping one cheek with one hand, and slapping the other cheek with his other hand.

“Richie.” You moaned out, not even your food made you feel this good, his hands slid up your back, underneath your Original Beef work shirt, and unhooked your bra. The words you meant to say currently escaped you when he slid your shirt over your head, and threw it onto the floor along with the bra. That beat up piece of shit bra could have ended up in the trash for all you cared for. Then he pulled off his shirt, carelessly tossing it.

“That’s it, talk to me baby, tell me what you want.” He mumbled as his lips wrapped around your nipple, and his unoccupied hand cupped your other breast. His thumb played with your dark brown bud, then he switched, and worked his way back up to your neck.

Your back arched causing your chest to press again his, “please eat my pussy, I need it.” You begged, he didn’t waste time, his hands were already working on the button, and zipper of your jeans. Eagerly you whined not wanting to wait any longer than you were now, Richie undid his own pants, and let them hang off his hips. Carefully he pushed your bowl, and cooking tools out the way, then helped you hop up on the counter.

He hooked his fingers around your panties, and tugged them off. You spread your legs wider, giving him a full view, and putting yourself on display. “Goddamn look at that, hm fuck you’re mine now sweetheart.” His fingers gently pulled your lips apart exposing your clit more, he slid one finger into you with his other hand, and sucked you into his mouth.

“Oh.” You cried, your head immediately fell back, your hand made its way to his head, and gripped his hair. He lapped up every single drop you had to offer him, he finished you off with his thumb relentlessly rubbing circles on your clit, and his tongue delved deep into you. “Just like that daddy, don’t stop, I wanna cum in your mouth.” You were so loud, but you did care, the way you were throbbing there was nothing that could pull the two of you apart. “Just how I imagined it.” You mumbled to yourself, Richie popped his head up, a shit eating grin spread across his face.

He licked your essence from his lips, “oh yea? Did you imagine it like this too?” He pushed two fingers into you as deeply as he could, reflexively you clinched him. Your words were caught in your throat as he watched you, mouth slack jaw, and the curse words written across your face. “Let it out princess, I wanna hear it, tell me how good it feels.” He plunged into you with one hand, and still with the same hand he continued the circular motions on your swollen pink bud. The sound of your juices accumulating sounded more like squishing sounds in your ears, and you hated how patient he was to let the build up happen.

“Goddammit, fuck I’m such a slut.” You breathed heavily, that didn’t alleviate it a fucking thing, slowly you could feel your muscles tightening.

“Yes you are, but you’re a pretty fucking slut. Isn’t that right?” Richie encouraged you, his voice calm, and gentle. “Say it, let me hear you say it.” He demanded, and you were sure if you had the voice for it, but you mustered the strength,

“I’m a pretty fucking slut.” You cried, only enough brain power to remember to breathe through your nose.

“That’s right, say it again, I got you baby, you just make sure you let that shit out.”

“I’m a pretty fucking slut, I’m a pretty fucking slut, I’m– ohh!” At first you were leaking, then you were spraying onto Richie’s stomach, your toes curled, and your mouth agape as your orgasam took over your entire body. As if that wasn’t enough, he took his face and pressed it between your thighs. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of his dick and proceeded to massage himself in his palm. His tongue slipped back into you, he loved the way you felt clenching, and needy to be filled up again. He loved that it was him that made you feel that way. He loved the way your thighs closed around his head, completely enclosing him in your essence.

He tapped your thigh, “let me up baby, I need to be inside that pretty little cunt of yours.” His voice came out muffled, but you understand his words. You giggled, then spread your legs apart, and let Richie up for air.

“We should stay late more often.” You laughed, Richie grabbed you by the waist and helped you off the counter. He rolled his eyes playfully, then turned you around so that your back was to his chest.

“It’s always the quiet ones trynna get me into the most trouble.” He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, you could feel his dick press against your ass cheek, the precum feeling sticking against your skin. You didn’t deny his accusations, there was always a part of you that always wanted to do risqué things like this, but didn’t think anyone would be down for that. Until you met Richie. “Lift your leg baby, give daddy a good view…fuck just like that.” You leaned over the counter and propped your leg up to give him a clear view of you for the back. “Damn your so thick, look at this ass, so fucking delicious..mm.” He slapped your ass cheek bringing his hand down as hard as possible.

“Shit Rich–fuuuck.” The stinging of your cheek was quickly subsided by the toe curling stretch of his thick penis pushing into you. He wasn’t too big, or small he fit inside you just perfectly.

“Fuck, you take my cock like a good girl.” He grunted out, his thrust started off at a slow steady pace, despite that your knees already felt weak. His other hand reached around and played with your clit rubbing it in an off beat rhythm. You were still so sensitive it didn’t matter, you’d come undone to anything at this point.

You rocked your hips back meeting his thrust half way, “can I cum all over that cock daddy? Please?” You whimpered out, the sound of flesh, slapping, and your cheeks clapping together could be heard through the restaurant. It was 9 pm at night, the streets of Chicago were busy, but not a single soul was privy to the two of you slamming into each other like wild animals. Richie’s heavy breathing sounded more like grownling, and your cries of pleasure sounded more like a prey begging to not be eaten.

“Fucking hell, you don’t even have to ask.” He rushed out, he pounded away, not even thinking how sore you might be tomorrow. All he could think about was how fucking warm you felt, inside and out. All the times you’d wear a denim skirt to work, and he could see the way your thighs rub together as you walked around the restaurant. All he wanted was to be the friction between those thick thighs of yours and he finally got that wish. “Ughhh shit I’m gonna come.” He groaned out, what you said next was just the cherry on top for him.

“Ohh that cock feels so good, fill me up daddy, please.” You moaned, desperate to feel his hot stickiness inside you, his thrust came to an abrupt stop. He buried himself as deeply inside you as he possibly could, and let his milky white cum inside of you. He filled you up with as much of himself as he possibly had to offer, he stayed in you like that for a few moments longer letting you slide back and forth on him.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, milk me just like that…oh fuck.” Richie breathed out, he was still stuck in a bit of a haze, but that didn’t stop him from talking his shit. “This pussy is mine, if I catch anyone else giving you a number I’ll kill him.”

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A Sign of Love - Sero x Deaf!Reader

Anon Request for my Follower Celebration.

A/N: Please keep in mind that I am not deaf and do not have any deaf friends to ask for reference. I wrote this from Sero's perspective as someone who's probably hasn't met a deaf person before.

Y/N's deaf and while I could technically write her as being able lip read or talk, both things are not universally true for all deaf people, so I chose to keep them out of it. If Shinma sounds like a dick, that's because he is. He's the Bakugo of Support Class 1.

“That’s the cool thing about U.A. You meet Students from all over…” 

Sero nods as Kaminari drowns on. He’d been thinking the same thing.

“And if you want to meet your soulmate, you just have to get out there, right?” Kaminari laughs, not noticing the way Sero straightens instantly. 

Right. That topic again.

“Yeah, absolutely.” Sero laughs, a little forcefully, but Kaminari is as attentive as a teaspoon.

“What’s yours, by the way?” Kaminari asks to Sero’s absolute horror.

“What’s my what?” He tries to buy himself time.

“Your soulmate mark. Mine’s on my ass. The placement is really weird but at least it’s still visible, I heard of one guy’s mark that was-”

“Don’t tell that story!” Jirou’s earphone jack stabs itself into Kanimari’s shoulder, interrupting the boy at just the right time. “It’s nasty.”

“Thanks.” Sero grins back at her. “By the way, do you know if we have English Homework?”

Jirou eyes him in a way that tells him she’s got all the attentiveness that Kaminari is clearly lacking.

“I don’t think we do. But Present Mic mentioned something about a surprise test.”

“What?!” Kaminari’s positively forgotten the topic now, panic clear in his eyes. “When? I haven’t studied in ages.”

“Don’t worry.” There’s a scheming gleam in Jirou's eyes as she pulls him with her. “I can help you study.”

-

Sero’s not sure how he’s done it, but somehow he’s managed to not only survive his first year at U.A. but also keep his secret… well, a secret.

Not that there had been plenty of time to dwell on it, with the League of Villains after them and the World as they knew it at war. 

But he realized, well into their second year, that his classmates - now close friends - still had no idea. It’s not that he thought they’d give him a hard time - he’s been through hell and back with these guys - but how does one bring up a topic like this?

“Hey, you’ve known me as the lighthearted guy but I actually don’t have a soulmate and it makes me a little depressed at times?” No, that would just get everyone’s mood down.

“Do you want to date me? I know you have a soulmate mark but I don’t and why not have a good time until you find the love of your life?” Yeah, that just sucked.

With his luck, he could also just try and go through the next one and a half year keeping this secret. If no one knew, no one would pity him.

-

“Hey, Sero!” Uraraka almost crashes into him as he exits the elevator. “Could you do me a huge favor?”

“I don’t know, what’s it about?”

“I’m supposed to be at Gunhead’s agency in twenty minutes and I’m already late but Midoriya asked me to take these notebooks over to Hatsume. Could you deliver them? He mentioned that she needs them today!”

“Oh, yeah, that’s no problem.” She hands him the heavy bag stacked with notebooks. 

“Thanks! You’re the best!” Uraraka’s gone before he can say anything else.

It’s a shame, really, that she’s already found her soulmate. He’d always thought that she was cute, even if a little intense at times.

It hadn’t been that much of a surprise to find out that her soulmate was Bakugo, of all people. He did pity her sometimes though. Her soulmate mark, his first words to her, were scribbled along her stomach. It hadn’t been nice words, spoken in the heat of the Sports Festival, and Bakugo’s writing was messy at best.

To go your whole life with an insult covering your stomach… maybe having now soulmate mark was for the best after all.

-

“Hatsume?” Sero calls out into the support lab. He can barely see anyone in between the machines whirring around. With the music playing in the background it’s no surprise that he doesn’t get a reaction.

Someone with vibrant green hair bobs from side to side behind a table filled with bubbling chemicals and Sero waves his hand in their direction, hoping to get their attention.

Nothing. He steps around a table, careful not to bump into the Robot that’s either working or destroying itself.

“Hey!” He waves his hand again. Behind the vibrant green hair, a door opens. 

Sero’s jaw slackens.

Has he ever seen the U.A. Uniform fit someone so well? It’s like it was made for you in mind. 

You don’t notice him at first as you walk alongside the wall, keep out of the reach of the room’s madness. Sero’s unable not to follow you with his eyes. There’s the slope of your nose, the shape of your eyes, the color of your hair - he can’t get enough of it, has never felt like this before. Is this what falling in love feels like?

You turn right at the end of the room, hand already on the door handle. 

He swallows nervously, tries to think of something to say but his mouth is empty. He waves awkwardly and you smile shyly, wave back before you slip out of the room, out of his sight, out of reach.

“Wow.” A high voice pipes up from somewhere to his left.

When he turns, he can see the person the vibrant green hair belongs to. It’s a boy, about as tall as Mineta was in his first year.

“You just looked like a loser.”

“Thanks.” Sero clears his throat awkwardly. “What’s… uh… What’s her name.”

“Y/N.” The boy blinks back at him, not offering more information. And maybe that’s for the best. It’s creepy to ask others about you, right?

“First year?” His mouth seems to think otherwise.

“Obviously. Are you looking for something or just here to ogle?”

“I’m not-” He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I have a delivery for Hatsume.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

-

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Midoriya asks, confusion clear in his voice. “It’s really no hassle for me to get these back to Hatsume myself.”

“No, no. I insist.” Sero’s been trying to think of reasons to go back to the Support Labs for days, he’s not going to let his chance slip now that it’s here.

This time, you’re nowhere in sight. He waits half an hour, makes more small talk with Hatsume than he has in all the time before but you’re nowhere to be seen. 

“Do the… uh… Do the First Years have their own Labs?” He asks a week later when he’s there to get Bakugo’s grenades updated. He offered to take the walk for his friend and Bakugo had looked at him like he’d lost his mind. He probably had. 

“Oh, yeah. It’s the next room on the left.” Hatsume nods without looking up from the project she’s working on. “Would you hold this up for a moment?” 

“Do you have anything… you, uh, have to take over there?” There’s a thin line of sweat collecting at his hairline now, even though Hatsume’s still focused primarily at whatever she’s building. 

“I do, actually. Do you want to deliver it for me?” Hatsume offers him a smile and Sero knows he’s been found out.

“Yeah.” His shoulders slump. “If I could, that would be nice.”

“Shinma’s over there too, but I think it’s cute that Y/N’s got her own fanclub.” Something changes in Hatsume’s features and the look she gives him is absolutely menacing. “But if you’re going to be a creep about it, just remember that I have updated my babies.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He chokes out and Hatsume’s back to normal, grinning at him with delight.

“Great. Take this to Y/N and this is for Shinma. Don’t mix them up or I’ll be mad.”

-

“What are you doing here?” The green goblin stares him down from where he’s sitting.

“Doing Hatsume a favor.” Sero bluffs back. “Who’s Shinma?”

“That’s me.” The green goblin narrows his eyes at the package before looking up at him again. “So you’re after Hatsume now?”

“I’m not after anybody.” He grits though his teeth. “I’m just trying to be nice. Where’s Y/N? This package is for her.”

“At the back.” 

Sero nods and walks on before Shinma can decide to keep him company on this task.

Now, only seconds from meeting you, he’s growing nervous again.

He’s had more than a week to think up what he wants to say. It still sounds terrible in his head.

Sero steps around a Robot and comes face to face with you.

It’s too sudden for his poor heart that’s trying to beat out of his chest.

“I, uh, hi!” He waves his hand awkwardly. “You’re pretty. Shit, I mean, I’ve got something for you.”

You blink for a second before you pull a notebook from your desk and hand it to him.

When he looks at you in confusion, you point at your lips then at the notebook. 

“You want me to write something down?” He asks, still confused.

“She’s deaf.” Shinma’s voice cuts throug the noise of the Lab. “You have to write down what you want to say.”

“Oh.” Now it’s his turn to blink and he pulls the Notebook closer to himself, scribbles down what he meant to say.

He watches, a little horrified, as the twinkle in your eyes dies down when you read his words. Whatever he wrote seems to have been the wrong thing.

So he pulls back the Notebook before you can take it away and scribbles on.

“I think you’re cool. I’d like to get to know you better.”

You’re smile’s a little sad but you nod and shrug, point at the Robot you’ve been working on.

It’s hard work to write everything down by hand and when his hand starts cramping, he pulls out his phone, uses his notes app to type.

It’s probably only been about fifteen minutes when Shinma appears behind him, clearing his throat loudly. 

“Don’t you have classes to go to, tape-boy?” 

“Oh, shit.” He’s going to be so late. But, if he’s going to be late already, he’s going to make this worth it. Sero jots down his number on the notebook, circling it for good measure and points at himself before he dashes out of the Lab, your awkward smile imprinted in his mind.

-

Detention is keeping him busy as well as studying for the upcoming test. 

You’ve only messaged him once to let him know your own number.

He’s sent you a few memes but since your answers are luke-warm at best, he’s holding back on that for now.

“Wow.” Kaminari looks up at him. They were actually supposed to be studying but Kaminari had made the mistake of asking him how he was doing and Sero couldn’t stop himself the moment he opened his mouth. “You’re like, totally in love with that girl.”

“No, I… Yeah.” He sighs weakly.

“Well, what’s the big deal? Just ask her about her soulmark and get it over with. She has to be if you feel this strongly.”

“She’s not my soulmate.” 

Kaminari furrows his brows at his dejected tone.

“What do you mean? How do you know?”

“I don’t have a mark.”

Silence.  

“Are you sure?” Kaminari asks after a moment. “You know there was this one guy-”

“Yeah, I checked.” Sero cuts him off. “Multiple times. I’m one hundred percent sure that I have no soulmate mark.”

“Wow.” Kaminari falls silent. 

“Yeah.” Sero fiddles with his tape, too anxious to calm down. “God, and I know that sounds selfish, but I… I thought it’s just her looks, but she’s genuinely funny and so smart and…I don’t know… but I’d take a week or even a day, no matter how long I get with her until she meets her actual soulmate. Is that selfish?”

“Yeah.” Kaminari’s looking actually worried now. “She probably has her own soulmate mark and thought you’d be hers until you wrote your first message.”

His friends words, said carelessly at best, cut through his heart like Aoyama’s laser.

All strength leaves his legs and he sinks onto the floor, grabs his books to hide behind.

“Let’s study then-”

“Are you su-”

“Just study, okay?!”

-

Sero’s in the library when someone taps him on the shoulder.

When he turns, he’s surprised to find him smiling shyly. He hasn’t seen you in a week.

“Hi.” He signs, embarrassed that he couldn’t help himself. You just wouldn’t leave his mind, no matter how much you tried.

Your face lights up and you sign back. “Hi, how are you?”

He halts. Realizing that he forgot the sign for “good.” He holds his hand up to ask you to wait and pulls his phone from his pocket, typing as fast as he can.

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m okay. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.” He turns his phone over to you, surprised to see you hide your face behind your hands instead.

You’re embarrassed. But, about what?

Eventually, you take his phone from him. Your fingertips touch his, warm and soft and so not his to touch, he has to remind himself. 

You take your time typing, deleting something, and typing again. 

When you hand him his phone, your hands are shaking.

“Do you have a soulmark?” He reads. He swallows thickly and shakes his head.

To his surprise, this doesn’t seem to sink your mood. Instead, your eyes light up.

You hold up your hand, set down your bag and slip out of your cardigan.

“What-” He asks before he realizes that you can’t hear him. You won’t take his phone back, so all he can do is wait until you roll up the sleeve of your shirt.

On the curve of your elbow, right above your joint, sits a tattoo. The writing is small, but he’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.

“I, uh, hi!” He reads. “You’re pretty. Shit, I mean, I’ve got something for you.”

His heart stops beating for a second before it thunders on twice as fast. He reaches out his hand, looks up at you to ask for permission. You nod, step a little closer until his fingers close around your arm. Your skin is warm beneath his fingertips, he can feel his heartbeat thrumming through his veins.

His words are inked into your skin. You’re his soulmate. But-”

Your hand is warm against his cheek, pulling him out of his reverie. 

“I” You gesture to yourself. “Do not speak.” You tap against his own, empty skin.

He hands over his phone and you type.

“My father is deaf, my mother is not. They told me this could happen.”

“How did you figure out that it was me?”

“Shinma told me.” You grin at his surprise. “He’s got good ears.”

Damn, Sero thinks. He’s going to have to start being nice to the green goblin.

-

You sign something. Sero snickers.

Kaminari whines lowly in his throat. 

“That’s so mean!” He calls out. “Don’t have secret conversations while I’m present.”

“You could learn sign language.” Sero points out, signing while talking. Your eyes crinkle from smiling too hard. He loves that look on you.

“You’ve seen me struggle with English.” Kaminari points out. “How can you even propose that idea?”

“Your loss, not mine.” Sero grins and signs something else, just for you.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” 

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thank you @achilleslikespeas!! you're so so amazing omg- anyhoo

three ships: wolfstar, ineffable husbands (someone pls talk to me about good omens I literally can NOT rn), drarry

first ship: drarry, it’s a tried and true ship for me, ive been shipping it since I was like, a child  (literally flashback to me at like, 7 years old telling my mom that harry and Draco should get over each other and buy a castle and live together forever as a happy couple (parents were not happy that their daughter was saying this (they were homophobic( (im now gay and still shipping it so suck it, ig)))

last song: I would love to lie and say its something cool like “killer queen” or “lady stardust” bc I listen to those a lot, but once again, I would be lying and my actual last song that I listened to was “no hands (ft. Roscoe dash and wale)”, yk, the frat party song, I like to play it while writing angst

last movie: Harry Potter? idk what one, I like to put the tv on while I do stuff like budget money and write fanfic and draw, so honestly idk, it was probably the chamber of secrets, that and poa are my all time favs 

currently reading: ur mom LMAO (im so sorry) no, what im reading is smut, and also like, a good omens fic about Crowley’s fall (witness the fall) bc im trying to forget about season 2′s ending. im also reading away childish things (again) bc like, that's one of my fav drarry fics of all time. if we’re talking about marauders fics, it was probably her body is a temple down in the frozen food aisle  by achilleslikespeas, both for my emotional masochistic enjoyment and bc I wanted to draw a scene in the story (go read it now pls, its really good, Claude is really good a writing and im freaking out bc I wanna draw a scene from every single one of their fics I- like go-to horror dead dove fics for me I reccomend Claude and for smut I go to moonie), if we’re talking books books, Ive been reading yellowface and I am a cat which so far, are really really good, but also like, im really bad at reading so like, I haven't actually touched them in a week LMAO

currently watching: good omens, its playing on my tv in the background both because I love it and also because Neil said if u stream it enough amazon will see how valuable it is (with the strike and everything) and like, actually be willing to negotiate, essentially, help out the strike, go watch gay celestial beings 

last thing i wrote: 'Til Death Do Us Part, and Even Then, I'll Do My Best to Stay With You, its a dead dove fic centering around grief and denial, uh, 2 chapters in lol

currently writing: I have like, a million wips and no motivation to write rn so lets dive into them lol

1) chapter 3 of do death do us part, very sad, like, maybe 3 sentences in?

2) the next part of my lesbian wolf star series, its the one right before the trail one, so like, part 10 is gonna be another chapter centering more around Sirius’s memories and part 11 is gonna be the trial, I have like, 2 separate things ive written for it and I need to decide where I want it to go tbh

3) smut, gay wolf star, frat hazing blow or blow smut. sirius is on his knees and almost throws up but he doesn't and its lowkey like actually non con but its also frat hazing, like, idk how to explain the vibes but sirius is referred to as a dog and a filthy animal and degraded and he's sucking remus’s dick on coke and im like 2k words in and like, running out of ways to describe a cock lol (its also hard to bc like, I don't have a dick and my textbooks are no help sometimes) but he is also called the “pike puppy” and like, I think im smart for that and also its really filthy ngl, not a happy ending?

4) a short fluff fic to make up for the angst I put my readers through, im like 200 words in

5) au kinda thing, inspired by don't worry darling and like a TikTok that I saw (and now people are commenting on me commenting if I can write the idea and asking for the fic name and like, Im 500 words in? pls I need time), the idea is that Dumbledore has everyone under imperio or a potion to get them on his side to fight for him, lily’s pov, I really like it so far, uhh im like 500 words in I think?

so yeah, when I get inspiration im gonna write everything all at once lol, probably when my body isn't trying to kill me lmao or im at work

tagging: @spookymoonie @pinklume @wxlfstxrisbest @spindrifters @siriuslystargazing @siriusly-sapphic @green-lights-33

[princessslut6969]

I'm not gonna invite ppl already on that post to come crucify me, & it's a quote already, so.

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[“A secret about lesbian sex that I don’t think I have ever seen written about before is that lesbians appreciate different things about the vulva and vagina than do straight men. If popular culture and the rise of vaginal tightening and rejuvenation procedures are any indication, straight men value a “tight” vagina. But this is incomprehensible to me as a dyke. If I only had a nickel for every time I have heard queer people brag about being size queens with capacious vaginas and/or anuses that welcome fists and giant dildos, I’d be a rich woman! In queer space, what makes an orifice “good” is not how it feels to the person going inside it (for whom it might make sense for the emphasis to be on tightness) but how the orifice feels about itself: what it wants, what it can do, what it can enjoy. For many humans, the capacity to take something very large into one’s body is extremely pleasurable, and this is much more difficult when one has been told that the goal is to keep all orifices small and tight. It is fine, of course, if size is not one’s thing, but the point here is that it makes queer people—like my comrades quoted above—quite sad that in straight culture, a vagina is evaluated according to its capacity to please men and not its capacity to experience pleasure.”]

-- Jane Ward, The Tragedy of Heterosexuality

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...That... is also incomprehensible to me? I guess, marry a man who's written by a woman?

& despite anything else I write or reblog, Hunny is straight, deadset against anything anal for him, & super masculine. Picture bodybuilder-dadbod, absolutely covered in hair.

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Just a few hours ago, we had basically non-penetrative sex. His idea, even. Both came sooo hard.

We finally had one of our only two nights a week together, so when I seemed restless...

"What's the matter?"

"I'm horny..."

I'm still on my period, so I still have my cup in. Well, he wasn't about to let that stop him. He wasn't even horny himself, yet, lol. He pulled me into spooning me & fingered me til I came. It didn't take much, but it also simply wasn't a wild one I had brewing. Ah, sated enough to sleep, & not enough energy to do anything else. Sleepy. 🥰

But he wasn't happy with how not-crazy my orgasm was. 😈 He had other suggestions.

"Nah... I am sleepy now... It's okay."

"Can I rub my dick on your clit?" 😈

😳 "YES."

He wasn't even hard yet so not like he was trying to deal with taking care of that. Just missed me. Just in missionary, just spit-wetted dick between labia, just the pressure between us. (And a couple of his other tricks. 😏) But, clinically, no ~vaginal penetration. I have no idea how many times I came even, since he just never stopped, til I literally had to push him away & ride out my own freak out, practically crying (good) & almost screaming (good). 🤤

I finished sucking him off - as he fingered me again. No mercy. 😫 Made me go so wild on him. Back thigh pulling, ball squeezing, back-of-throat, moaning -- He came sooo hard, & twice as long as usual.

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So, no, I don't know what it's like, to ever have a guy even come close to ignoring my pleasure.

True, I've only had full-on sex with 2 other guys besides Hunny. Both also straight to the best of my knowledge. But 1 had an oral fixation. The other 1 was only a few times, but also wonderful.

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Yeah, "tight" pressure feels good to them. That's not bad in & of itself? How the... That's like saying you shouldn't care about getting pressure on your clit. 🙄

There's still wetness to take into account even. And, speaking of "size queens" or whatever, anyone even- we like to feel filled! Girth is more important than length! We like the other side of that pressure, hello???

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She's just complaining about her partners ignoring what feels good to her. That may be a very widespread, mainstream, common problem, but that's not *because* the guy is straight. 🙄 What decent guy doesn't care about the girl feeling good? That's a requirement.

And, maybe she doesn't know this from never getting this far, but ever see a guy's reaction to your vagina climaxing and orgasming all around his dick? 🤨

[infiniteorbits]

despite; in spite

my throat hurts and i don't think it'll ever stop.

i throw a few more socks in my sisters laundry pile. i don’t know which ones are mine, yet i keep taking and taking hers. i’ll give her a few more just in case, and maybe she’ll be okay.

i think about how i could die tonight how i could really do it and kill myself and my families last memory of me would be yelling at me for not putting away the laundry. ‘was that what set her off? what was going on her in mind? were there signs i didn’t see?’ i don’t think i’m gonna do it, but i don’t really have a reason why.

i search for a roommate on instagram. they all feel too weird or too cool or too abstract to even think about as a real person. i wonder if i’ll even be friends with these people next year, if these little conversations will one day be linked to faces in my life. faces that mean something

i watch blade runner and think about how i told someone i had seen the movie and really hadnt. i posted about that on my private story. a girl too cool to be my friend swipes up and laughs

whenever i swallow or breath in a certain way i can still taste the sick on my tongue.

its been two weeks since i thought i was going to die, two weeks since i sucked a random man’s dick and didn’t really cry, its been a few days since i swiped up on his story and hoped he’d decide to like me again. a few days since i decided i really had to move on. one day since i sent a text ending a hookup to which he called me by my last name like one of the coaches does at my school. he called me a “cool person.” i don’t know what that means. he responded in 2 minutes after i hadn’t responded for a day. i don’t know what that means either.

i haven’t had my period since november. i haven’t looked skinny since freshman year. i wear eyeliner and mascara so often that the gunk from my eyes has turned black. i think about people who don’t exist and people i will never meet doing things that don’t affect me too much. i don’t know if anyone will ever really find me pretty, or only think i’m pretty because they love me. i don’t know whether the last part is a good thing or a bad thing. does it count if its just because they love me? if they have worked all the way up to love for me, they can call me whatever they want. if they love me and i somehow believe them, i think i’ll believe everything else they say about me too. i hope its just good things.

i don’t know if i could ever do having my heart broken. i met a guy once and we truly only had one good date, the others were just hookups but he made me feel so real, so teenager. he held me and let me look at the stars, he tucked my hair behind my ear and almost held my hand when we were kissing. as i was sitting on his lap, straddling him, my bra off, he said i intimidated him the first time we hung out. i sobbed over him and made playlists and wrote about him and regained and lost my self worth. i had to learn the hard way that people can do things that are so sweet and nice and not mean it. i’d like to still believe he did. i think i could be fine now. i don’t know how i could live if i lost the real thing. i dont know how someone can love someone so much then be nothing to them at all. i wish i wasn’t nothing to you. i wish i wasn’t nothing to the people i love.

im writing this on my bed. i’m writing this on my toilet. i’m writing this at 1 am. i’m writing this as a senior. i’m writing this as a child. i thought about how you spend your whole life growing and then one day you just stop. i wonder if you feel it. i wonder what its like when the change is the stop.

i wonder if my friends notice when i cut them off. if they talked about how they were all removed from the private parts of my life. i wonder if they were glad or confused or whether they cared at all. V seems to hate me. i miss when he cared about me. i liked being his wingwoman and having a secret little mission just for the two of us. i wish he liked me enough that we could talk about how they’re together now and he’d half jokingly thank me. i wish i could say it was an honor to be help him and make a little joke. i wish it wasn’t weird to tell people how much they mean to you even if they aren’t really a part of your life. i liked our little conversations, i liked when we locked eyes in class whenever someone said something stupid, though i could never really tell if you meant to be looking at me because i don’t know why’d you do that, i’m sorry if i came off as condescending and thought i was better or smarter than you. i don’t think that. i hope i can find more people like you in the world if you can’t stick around.

despite it all, i still have hope. i have hope that the people i once loved will come back again. i have hope that it’ll all be okay. it’s dumb and irrational to think they’ll come back, and i know this hope only hurts me. but i hope. i hope that this hope is real, that i will look back and know that my hopes were right and good and led me to goodness. i hope that if i cannot have you in my life, that i can find the good parts of you in the people who are. i hope the people who come into my life remind me of you and who we once were. i hope you hope for me too.

[fifthharmony21]

My Roleplay Rules

*I live in New York, so my time zone switches in between EDT and EST. I can work with pretty much any time zone that you are in. I've roleplayed with people who are 1 hour behind me, to someone being 12 hours ahead of me*

1)Please do not spam me

My schedule may be free almost 24/7, but I do have a life outside of Wattpad. If I haven't replied, whether you can tell I am online or not, there's a reason. Maybe I got a bit busy to reply, maybe I'm feeling lazy at the moment, maybe I didn't get the notification of your reply, maybe I'm not feeling like roleplaying this specific thing at the moment, or one of plenty other possible reasons there could be. (I normally wait a month for the other person to reply. If not, I don't bother them and decide to just delete the roleplay)

2)Don't assume things about me

Before you come to me saying I look familiar or assume things about me, speak to me to find out if you actually know me or not. Most people think they know me when they can't even recall my birthday, likes, dislikes, etc. I am as transparent as I can be; I have absolutely nothing to hide. Whatever comes from someone's mouth is probably the wrong thing. People love twisting things just to start drama with their lies   

3)I only do roleplays that are considered semi-lit to it being a full-blown out book

I personally really dislike one-liners. There is absolutely nothing to go off on. If you are a one-liner type person, please save us both the time and don't interact with me

4)99.99% of the time I roleplay on the phone 

I can't exactly tell how much I have been writing since Wattpad on the phone and discord on the phone don't exactly give you a word count. I do try my best to at least guess how much I am writing for my side and for the other person's side. I try for it to be equal, but I know it isn't always the case

5)I only roleplay in Wattpad PMs and Discord

 The notifications might be messed up for it at the moment, but it's much easier that way, and we have privacy. Besides Wattpad, I also roleplay on Discord. Now that Wattpad has gotten rid of PMs(which is so stupid on their part), I strictly roleplay on Discord, but try to find roleplays on Wattpad and Tumblr

6)I have roleplayed in Wattpad PMs, but even if I roleplay in books and MBs as well, I LOATHE group roleplays

I honestly can't stand them. I tried it forever ago, and holy cow....the spam was unreal. Not to mention, you can't even read half of the stuff of what people are writing because everything is going 100mph per second. The fact is that everyone don't get the same amount of attention for their replies and are ignored half of the time

7)I absolutely adore smut and cursing

Smut and cursing make pretty much everything better. You also can't roleplay fandoms that pretty much require smut and cursing if you aren't willing to add it in the roleplay. I don't do roleplays that don't have foul language and smut; I find them to get boring after a while

8)For the life of me, I can't play a submissive or a normal female

I only play dominant males or dominant G!P females. The only "submissive" thing that I'll have my OC do is let the sub control the pace of how they want to suck my OC's dick and let them control the pace of the dick riding they do while my OC is inside of them. As long as my OC does the fucking and isn't sucking dick or get anything shoved up their ass, we are all good

9)My limits are rape, abuse, child abuse, animal abuse, scat, pee, pet play, age play, vomit, beastiality and feet. Pedophilia as well, but there is an extent to it

I'm also not sure how far I'm willing to go when it comes to dark themes since I've never explored with them too much. I do know that I'm not the biggest fan when it comes to angst. It's way too sad for me, but I don't mind involving a little bit of it as long as it isn't like a full blown crying and sobbing sad

10)I'm apart of the LGBTQ+ and am a lesbian IRL

But, I only roleplay BXG, GXG, BXB. Everyone is to have he/him/his or she/her/hers pronouns for their OC/the canon character they are playing. Although I do respect They/Them/Theirs, I don't really understand it and can get confused sometimes. I also prefer to keep the other stuff out of it, too. Trans OC's are welcome since they'll technically be under he/him or she/her category

11)I may be a lesbian IRL, but I always make my OC's bisexual

It adds to the drama a bit, and I just think it's pretty cool that my OC can pull both genders

12)When it comes to god-modding: please do NOT do it

It's annoying and pretty offensive, to be honest. I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy it if I decided to randomly control your OC out of the blue

13)Speaking of randomly doing stuff, I would really like it if we talked beforehand about time-skips and generally talking about adding an idea/getting rid of one

Doing it out of the blue is not nice. Talking OOC in general would be honest. Or, the very least, figuring stuff out before we begin the roleplay and then just roleplay without talking OOC if you like, just only when needed

14)When talking OOC, I tend to use symbols like //, ((, (, etc

Something that would indicate that this talk isn't a part of the roleplay. Speaking of talking, I use " when it comes to talking in the roleplay. It just makes everything easier to understand

15) Grammar is pretty much considered an important part of roleplay

I'm not saying it has to be perfect, but it would be nice to see some sort of indication where a sentence begins and where it ends. I can assure you that my grammar isn't too horrible, but I'm not perfect at it either. I tend to type too fast and don't always check for spelling mistakes or add some sort of symbol that I missed

16)A lot of people will tell you not to make your OC's Mary Sues and/or Gary Sues. If I would say that, I would be a hypocrite

I always try to make my OC's everything that I am not: tall, skinny, muscular, attractive, wealthy, etc. Some people would say that I tend to make my OC's Mary Sues/Gary Sues, but I really don't care

17)I'm a visual person

I may write what my OC is doing, but I always have links for everything. Like my OC's clothes, car, house, etc. etc. I would prefer if you do the same as well

18)Because of me being a visual person, I prefer to use IRL face claims for OC's and animals

 I don't like AI art, drawings, or anime. When it comes to face claims, you don't have to use a famous person if you don't want to. It can literally be a random person from Google, Pinterest, or whatever site you use, just as long as it's IRL image 

19)I roleplay fandom and non-fandom

When it comes to fandom, I only double since it's fair. If you don't feel like doubling and just doing my side of the roleplay for me, we can. As long as I give you all the options since it's the fair thing to do

20)With fandoms, I can almost never decide on just one love interest

So, this is exactly why I prefer polyamorous relationships. We can do poly for both our sides or just mine. As long as I give you the option to decide since it's the fair thing to do

21)I am 20 years old (March 2004)

I frankly don't care how old you are, just as long as you are at the MINIMUM 15-16 years old. As long as both of us are okay with our ages and are okay with roleplaying with each other, everything should go smoothly. Communication is very important

22)With fandoms, I only roleplay OC x Cannon

I don't do Cannon x Cannon. When it comes to non-fandom, I roleplay OC x OC  

[radgritty]

10 things because I’m bored!

1) I’m so done with the trans community. So tired of ‘cis’ and ‘queer’

2) Glad you’re safe! It must have been scary.

3) I’m writing a story with anthropomorphic animals, and need animal pun names for things. Do you have any ideas?

4) On a scale of ‘a little rad’ to ‘raddest there’s ever been’, how rad are you? (Aka ‘cool’)

5) There’s a documentary on YouTube about femicide in Indian villages by midwives. It’s shocking.

6) What’s your wildest opinion?

7) I dreamed I nearly died last night. I only seem to have nightmares when I’m too hot, which is strange.

8) Two truths and a lie: I accidentally hit myself with a baseball bat, I have nine toenails, I was once almost strangled be a snake.

9) I’m bored.

10) Have you read anything interesting lately? I bought the exorcist months ago and I’m still on chapter three because it’s so dull. When do the exorcisms happen?! And the author writes. Like this. It’s really annoying.

Me too! But what I started doing - for the most part - is just trying to help my community instead or like - just listening and feeding the gender critical aspect of it and that's not helpful. So we gotta work harder than them.

I was literally making my peace and I had a sharpie to write details when they find my body.

If I'm being honest, I'd say a five but I'm Gritty and that makes me an immediate ten.

I will have to find it and watch it.

My wildest opinion is that SWEET TEA FUCKING SUCKS YOURE ALL FUCKING NASTY YOU CANT TASTE THE TEA GO GET A DIFFERENT BEVERAGE, YOURE DISGUSTING.

That is very strange...You ever look at dream interpretation stuff? At least it can be fun looking up dream stuff

The baseball bat is a lie is what my answer is.

Me too.

I read The Bell Jar and am working on making fun of Jean Paul Sarte's Existentialism is a Humanism because it's so fucking stupid and bougie and he clearly wants to suck Albert Camus' dick.

[pssbtch]

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(a bit of writing from a few months ago, didn't know where else to put it. too formatted and picked through to just be a diary entry)

There’s only ever been two guys i’ve wanted to suck off. The first one was the one who made me realize that i could want that to begin with. The second, i’m not ready to unpack yet. The way i wanted him was more complicated. I didn’t just want to blow him, or touch him, or fuck him —- I wanted a lot more from him. A lot, lot more that i should’ve known i’d never get. Anyway, that other guy, the first guy - let’s call him Oz - woke something up inside my gut that i didn’t really know existed, and it was the perfect moment for that to happen.

It was the summer before freshman year of college, which as of writing this is almost a year ago. Pretty recent, but my emotional ebbs and flows feel like millennia because of my current age. Just go with it, okay? Anyway, by this point i had a firm little friend group and i had sort of cemented myself as a man to everybody that mattered in my hometown. I had just gotten out of a weird, uncomfortable, awkward little 5 month (felt like 6) relationship with another guy (a whole different can of worms), and i was ready to just enjoy myself and not worry about legitimate loving. he had been my first boyfriend, my first real relationship, and he was a fucking dick. i was keeping my expectations low, also knowing i’d be in the big city in just a few months. “playing around” and “hooking up” aren’t really my thing, but i was open to that for just this summer, despite knowing nothing sexual was probably going to happen to this nerdy tranny. spoiler alert, i was right and nothing sexy happened to me, but it was the best summer of my life because i had my friends and that was really all i needed. speeding down a highway with two crazy girls beats any sort of awkward sexual fumbling.

but still, there was this guy, Oz, who i only saw a few times, but who sort of transfixed me a little bit. there was something in the way he’d look at me. when i was saying something, anything, he offered up a face that said he was actually paying attention (crazy, right?). when i said dumb silly shit, he would laugh, genuinely. there was a life behind those two piercing little daggers for eyes that felt like he was trying to see me for how i really, really truly was. he was analyzing me, and he was seeing things he liked, and i could read it on his face.

god bless that sweet, boyish face.

perfect perfect perfect, a real burgeoning man thinly veiled under a sheepish teenager. just like me. even if i still had (have) a ways to go with my own burgeoning.

i am reading way too far into my interactions with this guy. trust me, i know all of this shit was just my perception. it’s what happens to me when i have a crush. i don’t know, i’m a writer, a poet, an artist (a faggot) - i have to concoct some stupid complicated word vomit with my feelings somehow. i always make them bigger than they really are, because that’s how they feel. i’m a sensitive freak and goddamnit, i can’t help it! fuck!

i don’t entirely know why he was the first guy i’ve ever wanted to give a blowjob to. the best i can get to is that he just seemed like the type of guy who deserved one. that might sound patronizing, like “oh wow, good job, buddy, you deserve a dick sucking!” but you don’t really get it; he was just THAT diabolically sweet and respectful. he was always the most reasonable one in the room, which felt odd when that was usually my role. he was never fucked up on anything, always just nice, and calm, and offering up his ear to anyone who wanted to yell. he clocked things about me that other people didn’t. it was weird, to feel looked at, when i spent so much time being the observant people watcher in the room. he was looking at me, now. we were looking at each other. that’s what it felt like. 

i got the feeling he wouldn’t try to choke me on his dick, either. he was too nice to pull some shit like that.

i could just imagine that sweet face looking down at me while i set his junk ablaze with my mouth. it was exhilirating to think about, getting this nice southern nerd all hot and bothered from my hands, my mouth, all my own doing (or undoing, i guess). imagining him shakily taking his glasses off, wiping sweat from his brow, laughing and smiling and grimacing from pleasure. jesus christ.

i would drive around town for hours, blasting that mariah carey song and screaming along, just thinking about him. i’ve said it before, but that song is just blowjob music to me. it’s funky and a bit funny cuz of that damn sample, but also so buttery sweet because of mariah’s vocals. you feel that summery, dreamy fuckin’ FANTASY feeling when you listen to it. and all i could see was Oz, smiling down at me so endearingly while i went to town on his bits.

that summer made me realize that i actually kinda was capable of desire, without any pretense or romance. i just needed a bit of sweetness to egg on a sexual throb at the base of my throat. Oz wasn’t the first guy to get me heated, but he was the first that i just felt a yearning for without any expectation of something deeper. it was a real teenagery feeling, and part of me being able to figure that out was the fact that i had my gender basically figured out. once i was able to nail the “man” part down, and i had a small lil community of people that respected me, i could fantasize more freely. i could have these sexual daydreams, and i could feasably place myself in them. i figured out what i liked, what i wanted.

what i wanted was to give Oz the blowjob of his dreams, the blowjob he deserved. too bad he was a straight boy. but that’s okay. if anything, it kept the fantasy as a fantasy, kept it at arm’s length. he couldn’t break my heart, because i had learned already to never expect anything from a fucking straighty. plus, i only saw him like 3 times. you can judge me for that, but what can i say? i think i was built to fixate, i think i was built to fantasize. ill always be dreamily looking at eyes that see right through me.

[themissvee]

Fantasy 1 (maybe I will write more later): My mommy wife brings us to a kinky party but I get dropped off in the babies room. Its me and another little friend sarah. She convinces me to fool around in our diapers which I am not supposed to do. She cums but as I am almost there I get caught. Get told that we are both super naughty, icepack gets wrapped around my thing till I can be put in my chastity cage. We both get told to bend over the table in front of the mirror with wrists cuffed to the other side, ankles to a spreader bar and tied to the legs, diapers pulled down, and we get turned into a party event of spanking. Half way through one of the guys says that my pink chastity makes it look like I should be dressed more girly so my mommy pulls out my girly outfit and puts it on me for the rest of the spanking. Sarah and I end up crying and that turns on a few of the guests. Some of the ladies reveal they already had strapons and the guys drop their pants showing hard dicks. We get turned to face each other bent over the table and we both get fucked by everyone in the room. Sarah cums a few more times and I leak everywhere having a sissygasm. We both get diapered back up and our wrists cuffed to our spreader bars and put down to nap in the pile of stuffies, she tries to protest but gets a paci gag in her mouth. I get a paci gag too because of her protests. We both are oozing out cum starting to fall asleep when we both start feeling rumbles in our tummies. This wakes us up just a bit and she starts to panic and ask for her daddy through her paci. Her daddy and my mommy come in and he tells her about how my mommy has been training me to love my messy diapers and how he wants to do that with her too(she previously agreed to this but this is her first time). We get our cuffs and bars moved around so that we end up 69 head to diaper and then her daddy and my mommy encourage us to go ahead and mess our diapers. They grab and mush our diapers around telling us what good messy babies we are and that we did a great job taking the spankings and fuckings earlier and then get vibrators tied to our diapers. She is told she just needs to cum 2 times and then she can get a change but I am told I need to cum 3 times before I get a change. We both cum from all the mush vibrating our parts but then the vibrators get turned off. We both try humping but we are exhausted and we both fall asleep with her on top of me. I wake up with her grinding her messy diaper on my face and soon she cums. Her daddy watching on the monitor comes to get her and changes her on the table telling her what a good girl she was. Meanwhile I desperately try and hump my messy diaper into her but I couldn't reach from the bottom and then onto stuffies when she was taken to change. She is uncuffed at this point and starts teasing me. My mommy encourages me to hump more and cum 2 more times before we go home or I would be going home messy. I hump as hard as I can and manage a small spurt that she reluctantly counts while Sarah watches on with her daddy playing with her. Mommy decides that I wont be doing the last cum in time and said the best result would be for me to make mommy, Sarah and her daddy cum and she would consider changing me. I start with mommy and I know how to make her feel good and she takes no time to cum. Sarah's daddy shows me how he likes his dick sucked with enthusiasm with Sarah helping move my head and telling me what to do with my mouth and hands. Finally I lick Sarah to cumming causing her to pee all over me and my nice girl clothes. I get told time to go home as my tummy rumbles again and being told by mommy maybe if you mess again before we get home you need to cum in chastity 4 times before changing. Exhausted already from the whole day I fall asleep in the car chair. When I wake up right as we get home I ask mommy when can we see Sarah and her daddy again. She say's "maybe soon and maybe often as he fucks really good." I agreed as my tummy started to win as we got inside. Mommy says "ope! looks like you need to cum 4 times in that mess!

I love this! Nice job my friend! Thank you so much for sharing 💋

[shoyosthighs]

1 Month Challenge

Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)

Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)

Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut

Word count: 2504 words

Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭

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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.

“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.

“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.

“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.

“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.

“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.

“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.

“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”

“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.

It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.

my ninja sho❤️: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘

you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣

my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃

you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.

“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.

“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.

“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.

Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.

You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.

Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”

You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.

“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.

Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.

“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.

“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.

Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.

Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.

“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.

You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”

Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”

You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.

You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.

Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.

“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.

(EXTRAS)

Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”

You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.

(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)

[jaehyunzzmilk]

make a wish

pairing: johnjae x reader (incubus angels)

word count: 2.1 k

genre: smut

summary: imagine johnny and jaehyun appearing in your room to satisfy your sexual dreams

notes: hey angels, as promised I'm uploading the first part of this fic I've always wanted to write, first chapter has to be with johnny and why not add my other bias, god gave us two holes for a reason lol next parts will be with other nct members but omg I got so horny while writing this, hope you like it, leave a feedback if you like

warnings: threesome, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, spanking, biting, choking, cum play, anal (female receiving)

"Make A Wish"

You're searching for some books at the occultism part at the library, you're not exactly sure what you're looking for, you just hope to find some answers for the dreams you're having. It was always the same dreams, well not the same story every time but it was always with the same men and at the same place, since you could remember. "Aren't people supposed to have different dreams?"

But the funny thing is, you're not afraid, the dreams are not nightmares, you actually like the feeling. There are these beautiful men, you think they are angels, always the same ones, there's something about them, when they appear in your dreams you get a level of serotonin you don't need anything else, you can feel them touching you, it's like you loved them.

You were almost obsessed with it, to a level where you spent most of your time sleeping trying to dream about it again. Of course you couldn't tell them to any therapist or friend because they would say you were insane, so you decided to do your own research.

While searching over the bookshelves, a word grabs your attention "Incubus".

'These demons crave sex and often attack their victims while they sleep.' You've heard about this before. While reading that quote a flash went through your brain of one of them fucking you, you couldn't remember which one was it, but the fact that you had a better feeling of orgasm from a dream that your real life was exciting. Maybe that was the reason you wanted to dream about it again.

Do you know that feeling when you wake up from a dream and don't remember about it at all? But you know you had the dream, and who it was with. That's how you feel about the demons or angels from your dreams. But the only thing you're sure it's you have to find a way to extend the feelings, enjoy them and ironically be conscious. You want to remember their faces, to talk to them, to fully feel them.

When you get home you prepare tea to start reading your book, you don't want to drink coffee because you want to sleep easily. Reading through the pages you learn that since the old days people experience dreams like the ones you do, for some people it might feel like nightmares, sleep paralysis and some even feel pain, it can last years. Then you learn something called lucid dream, that basically you can have control over your actions. You just wanted to see them again.

Can you induce a lucid dream? You were going to try it. There's a lot of ways to lucid dreaming, a lot of them involved setting up an alarm after you're in an REM phase of your sleep, which is the deepest level of sleep, then staying up for 30 minutes and getting back to sleep again. It was too much work, you were gonna try the easiest way.

Hours later, after reading the book and googling everything about lucid dreaming, you lay down on your bed and you try to remember some of your old dreams, that's what one of the articles says. You try hard to remember details, things you normally don't remember like the smell, the noises, the colour of the walls… And you repeat to yourself "I will dream about them tonight, I will remember my dream"

After about 30 minutes you're impatient, you can't stand to stay still anymore, you try everything but can't fall asleep. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling then you grab your phone.

[1:00 am]

"- I love when she uses that silk night dress" A voice from the corner of the room says.

"- Look how perfect she is waiting for us!" Another voice says.

The two tall men walk towards your bed. They are tall and beautiful. They wear silk white clothes and have a skin that looks like porcelain.

Did it work? Were you dreaming?

"Are you angels?" You ask and sit down on your bed.

Both of them look at each other and laugh, they are sitting at the tip of the bed now.

"- You're the only angel here princess" The guy on the right says.

They come closer to you.

"- You were waiting for us, right? Did you miss us?"

"Ye-Yes but… Who are you? Can I know your names?" You say afraid you're going to wake up and they will disappear.

"- It's ok princess, we're not going anywhere! My name is Johnny" - He says passing his fingers through your hair.

"- I'm Jaehyun!" He lays on your side.

Gosh, how could they be so beautiful? It seems that you're in control of your actions now. You suddenly get shy and don't know what to do. If it's a dream then why does it feel so real?

"- You called us, right princess? Don't be shy" Jaehyun says and moves his hands up your tights, your whole body shivers with goosebumps.

"- Just relax angel, we'll take care of you, that's why we're here" Johnny says while kissing your neck.

Jaehyun moves his hand up and touches your core with the tip of his fingers.

"- Look Johnny, she's not wearing any panties! She was begging for us to come"

You moan while Jaehyun kisses the other side of your neck. Johnny takes off the shoulder strap from your night dress exposing one of your breasts and he goes down giving wet kisses on your nipple. Jaehyun moves your chin to his direction and kisses you, soft but intense.

"- Tell us what you want princess! Make a wish!" Johnny says, kissing your collarbones and grabbing your boob with his hand.

"I want you, both, all night"

Now Johnny kisses you, and Jaehyun starts to finger you slowly.

"- You have us, wish conceived!" Jaehyun says while taking off your night dress.

"- You're perfect!" Johnny passes his hands through your body and takes off his clothes. He kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip.

When Jaehyun's mouth makes contact with your clit you moan in Johnny's lip. You reach out to Johnny's length and start to move your hands up and down, spreading the precum from the tip to his base. Johnny comes back to sucking your nipple while Jaehyun is eating you out.

"- I want that pretty little mouth around my cock" Johnny says, grabbing your face to his cock. He pushes his length all the way into your mouth making you gag, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth while you moan and take him all in. Holding your neck with one hand Johnny finds a way to reach your clit with his free hand while Jaehyun is devouring your pussy. Jaehyun's twitching back muscles looked so beautiful with his head between your legs and Johnny making sure he was also pleasuring you while you sucked him.

"- Such a good girl, does it feel good having both of us all for you?" Johnny says, pressing his finger harder on your clit. You pull out Johnny's length from your mouth for a second so you can breathe, your back arches and whole body tense because of how close you are. You give a loud moan when Johnny taps your clit and kisses you again.

"- Are you gonna cum on Jaehyun's mouth angel?" He bites your lower lip.

"Yes... Yes, I'm coming!" You scream in pleasure.

After recovering from your high Jaehyun bites your inner thigh and comes up to kiss you. "Look at how sweet you taste" Jaehyun gives you a deep kiss and Johnny collects your juices with his fingers and puts it in his mouth to also taste you. "- So wet for us!" Johnny says, his eyes get darker and he grabs your neck and kiss it from behind. Johnny grabs your hips and pulls down on his lap, he teases you brushing his cock on your ass.

"- Bend over for me!" Johnny says. You obey and get on all fours, looking up to see Jaehyun's smirking at you. Johnny gives a slap on your ass and you moan in surprise, getting even more wet.

"- Look at me "Jaehyun positions himself in front of your mouth and grabs your neck hard while Johnny enters your pussy with one deep thrust. He fucks you hard and deep while Jaehyun chokes you.

You reach for Jaehyun's dick hard on his stomach and take him in your mouth. You pick up a rhythm, tears coming out of your face from being stuffed with both of their dicks, room filled with the obscene noises of moans and skin slapping. Jaehyun moves his hips deep in your throat making you gag and choke and each one of your moans sends vibrations making him twitch. Jaehyun pulls out for a moment just to tease his tip on your lips, then you deepthroat him again. Johnny's thrusts are getting faster, making you moan into Jaehyn's cock, Johnny is moaning hard as well. "- I'm gonna cum" He digs his nails into your hips and comes hard inside you. At the same time Jaehyun removes himself from your mouth and grabs his dick in his hands "- Me too" he says. With no warning Jaehyun releases into your face making a mess, splashes of cum all over your face. Johnny is still inside you, he pulls your chest against his, holding your boob with your hand and your neck with the other. "- Look at the mess Jaehyun did to your pretty face, you like that don't you?" You push down in his cock and start moving your hips in circle motions "- You're so dirty, are you gonna come for us one more time?" Johnny asks. Johnny holding your weight on him, Jaehyun puts his fingers on your lower ab. "You look so good with Johnny's cook deep in your pussy" Jaehyun teases you while you keep thrusting on Johnny, he puts his hand in your belly, right where Johnny's dick is, then lowers to your clit. "- Cum for us one more time" Jaehyun says. You cum on Johnny's dick, legs shaking and you relapse on your bed.

Johnny and Jaehyun lay on your sides, Jaehyun is facing you and Johnny is behind. Johnny pulls your hair exposing the back of your neck giving you a kiss. "- Are you ready for round 2?" Jaehyun asks, kissing you. He lifts one of your legs, giving an easy access to your core, he teases your pussy lips with his tip, you whine wanting more. Johnny takes the leaking cum from your core to your butt hole, inserting a finger carefully to stretch you out. You squirm to reach Johnny's face and kiss him, rolling your hips to feel Jaehyun's dick brushing against your core and Johnny's fingers on your ass. "- Do you want our cocks filling you up? Can you handle that?" Johnny asks. "-Yes, yes please fuck me, I can take it".

Jaehyun stops the teasing and pulls his whole length into you, then pulls slowly out leaving only the tip inside you, he keeps doing that over and over, the overstimulation in your pussy lips is driving you insane, you whine. "- Sorry, I didn't hear you" Johnny says and slides his cock into your ass, you moan even louder than before with every thrust. The new feeling of pleasure consumes your body, two cocks inside your holes filling you up so good. They were being more gentle, the thrusts were slow but deep. Their hands running all over your body.

"- Fuck, how can you be so tight?" Jaehyun moans "You'll be so full with our cum" you drag your nails into his back. You tilt your head back, resting on Johnny's chest.

"Oh God, I can't hold for much longer!" You scream. Your body and mind are going blank with the overstimulation. Johnny and Jaehyun still thrusting into you, deeper and harder. You squirt on Jaehyun's dick so hard and he climaxes right after you. Jaehyun removes from you and Johnny's thrusts gets messier as he grabs your body with more strength as he is closer to his orgasm, with a few more pounds he releases into you groaning.

You breathe heavily trying to recover. "You did so well, my love!" Johnny says kissing you. Jaehyun helps cleaning you up and softly passes his fingers through your body.

"I don't want you to disappear, please stay with me, only with me!" You lay your head on Jaehyun's chest. "- Don't worry my angel, we are only yours!" Jaehyun says. "Promise?" You look at them. "- Yes baby, we promise!"

"I don't want this dream to end" You say and fall asleep in their arms.

"Find us in your daydream" Johnny whispers.

[heyyyharry]

Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

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Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

.

.

.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

[falloutjay]

Can you please do Mysterion falling in love with a Civilian reader?

I was done much faster than expected honestly!

And Im pretty happy with my outcome and I hope so are you. I love Mysterion/ Kenny and was super happy to see a request for him, so thank you for that! (ɔ◔︣‿◔︣)ɔ ❤

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Mysterion x civillian!reader

“Stretch here….Ah….And a stretch there…Ha..” A deep voice mumbled. The tall and hooded figure enjoyed the newfound relieve and his eyes wandered once more over the streets below him.

Just an hour and Toolshed would take over.

Tonight, the hero known as Mysterion was bored out of his mind. Nothing really happened. No robberies. No drunk people causing problems. Not even a little bit of arguing.

He was happy of course, that nothing happened means that they did their job well. But a five-hour shift of just looking out and being on guard if anything happens can be annoying from time to time. Kenny, his civilian name, was just done for tonight.

He had this horrible headache, that came back ever so often after an especially violent fight with his arch nemesis Professor Chaos.

His body longed for a good long sleep and he was even a little hungry.

Oh, how he would kill for that half-eaten Bagel that was in the fridge at the hero hideout.

“Focus.” Mysterion reminded himself again and took a deep breath.

“Toolshed will be here soon, then we can sleep. We do this for Karen.” Just thinking about his little sister helped him regain control of his wandering thoughts and to get a better look at the city below him, he sat down at the edge of the building he was on and let his legs dangle in the air.

The streets looked so peaceful at… Blue eyes scanned the smartwatch display… 1 in the morning already.

Lazily, but still attentively those same blue eyes wandered from left to right and right to left, taking in everything that was going on, which wasn’t much. Just some people chatting her and there since he was close to the bars and clubs of the city.

Nothing of interest until a person caught his eye. They were young and seemingly alone, walking at a quick pace and looking somewhat out of place as they didn’t look like your typical party goer.

So naturally the hero was intrigued. He carefully got up and followed the young person that walked on the streets below.

Elegantly he jumped from rooftop to rooftop to keep up with the somewhat fast person he followed.

He didn’t do this because he was some kind of creep, but his gut feeling told him this was the right thing. Something seemed fishy and his gut had never disappointed him before.

And it really never disappointed him before, but he felt like an idiot after five more minutes of following. Maybe for once his gut was wrong? It looked like they arrived at their home and tried unlocking their door.

Mysterion let out a sigh, questioning if Toolshed had maybe already arrived? Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a commotion from below.

He peeked over the edge and the person he was following was now pressed against the door they had tried to open. Some tall man held them there and looked rather angry.

“I will never doubt you again.” Mysterion mumbled as he got ready to jump down. He landed as quiet as a cat and approached the two.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N. Why were you there?”

“Like I said, I just went and got my books back. Stop following me or I will call the police.”

“Don’t try to bullshit me, dipshit.”

“Leave them alone.” Mysterion now called out and stood firm just a few feet away.

“Wha-” The man mumbled, letting go of the other person. He now approached the hero and mustered him.

“What kind of clown are you?” He said and got all up in Mysterions face. The blonde could easily smell the alcohol in his breath as he asked the question.

“The only clown I see is you.” Mysterion growled, trying to look as intimidating as he could.

Which he did with ease.

The man scoffed, looking at the person he had followed one more time before leaving angrily.

Mysterion approached the still shocked person leaning on their door. “You alright?” Now Mysterions had the time to properly look at their face and he felt warm inside, despite the cold air.

“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks to you. Thank you for getting rid of him.” The blonde loved the sound of their voice. Wow, it sounded so brilliant and lovely in his ears.

“Who was that anyway?” Mysterion questioned as the person opened the door.

“My stupid jealous ex. It has been over for ages now, but he just keeps bugging me. I was picking up some book from my study buddy and he must have gone crazy.”

“Glad to hear he is an ex.” Mysterion said charmingly, a confident smile on his lips. “Yeah, me too.” The person kept standing there, not making a move to actually go inside just yet.

“May I know your name?” Mysterion asked. “It is Y/N. May I know my saviors name?” They asked, cocking their head and with a bright smile on their face.

“Mysterion.”

“You’re one of those heroes who watches over the town right? Like in the comics?” The hero laughed. His smokey voice was like a bittersweet melody in Y/N ears.

“Pretty much yeah.”

“That’s so cool honestly. That I would get a hero’s help someday… How lucky I must be. Maybe we will see each other again, Mysterion?” “I sure hope so. Good night, Y/N.”

Mysterion said, turning around to climb up a drainpipe to get back on the roofs. “Good night, Mysterion!” Y/N called out before disappearing inside.

Up on the roof, the hero could finally let go of his super serious façade and immediately he bit his lip. Normally he had no trouble keeping his civilian persona and Mysterion separate but goddamn that Y/N?

They actually had him stumble over his thoughts for a second.

“Okay, lets meet up with Toolshed and then we are fine.” He said to himself and quickly went on his way.

 A gloved hand went through golden locks and a dreamy sigh escaped pale peach lips. The owner of said things almost jumped up in surprise when a hand slammed down on his desk.

That hand belonged to a fellow superhero, named Human Kite. The most serious hero they had in their organization.

“Okay, what’s going on? You’re getting sick? Got shot? You’re not focused at all Mystery.” “Stop with that nickname or I’m gotta start calling you Human.”

“Fine…Fine.” The Human Kite said and sat on Mysterions desk. “I’m fine though, thanks for asking. I just had had an interesting encounter.” The redhaired hero raised an eyebrow.

“The high and mighty, super serious Mysterion is actually smiling and lost in thought? Must have been someone special…”

“I think…” Mysterion started and looked around, biting his lip. “I think I met my Mary-Jane or Lois Lane.” With a smug expression Mysterion looked up to the redhead.

“Damn, really? Must have been a real beauty, because I only know you as this super serious dude who everyone fears when they first see you.”

Mysterion leaned back in his chair, laughing. “Trust me, they are. Pretty h/c-colored hair, stunning e/c eyes and a body to die for.” Human Kite almost fell of the desk laughing.

“They really got ya. Better hope they like you too and are willing to be your Mary-Jane.” Kite chuckled, got up and walked away.

“Ah, come on, instead of being jealous I found someone pretty, go suck Toolshed’s dick. We all know you want it!”

Kite gave him the middle finger before leaving the facility. “You know it’s the truth.”

Mysterion shrugged, a big smile plastered across his face. Mosquito, who overheard the conversation over from his desk eyed Mysterion as he out his feet up.

“So, any plan in mind now, bsss?” He asked and looked over.

“I actually do, my Mosquito friend.”

 Y/N was on their way home. It has been an exhausting day. Right now, they just wanted to get home, lay on the couch and sleep. While searching for their keys, they felt like they were being watched.

“Come on, not today…” They mumbled, sincerely hoping their ex would not bother them today. Y/N quickly opened their mailbox, snatched the letters, and went inside, feeling relieved as soon as they got to sit on the couch.

After a few minutes, which they used to decompress, they looked through the mail.

“Bill, advertisement, trash, bill…Huh?” A blank envelope was left and curiously, Y/N opened it.

Their e/c eyes scanned over the neatly written words and immediately their inside felt all fuzzy and warm.

 “Dear Y/N,

I am not a man of many words nor can I write good letters.

But I have to say, I can’t get you out of my mind. My colleagues are already bullying me for it, saying you’re my Lois Lane or Mary-Jane.

If you would like to see me again, come to the old building next to the Raisins tomorrow night. I’ll be there at midnight, waiting for you.

M?”

[hangovercurse]

The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About

Pete invites you to meet his friends from The Dirt and makes you promise not to flirt with any of them, which is a lot easier said than done, especially when Colson Baker acts like that.

Request: “Hey so I love all your writing and I just thought you should know that! But also I’d your requests are on still would you mind writing a youre Pete’s little sister but kells got a crush xx”

Colson x reader

Warnings: Drug use, Cursing

A/N: I know, Dom (Yungblud) wrote the song, but also I am the writer and I say that Y/N wrote it :) Anyways, enjoy. This is only part 1 of what is probably going to be a fun, cute lil series. Also thank you to the anon who sent this! You made my day(s)

Word Count: 2411

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New York was lonely without your brother. He had been filming in New Orleans for the past three months, leaving you alone. You had some friends, but Pete was your best friend. You were only eight months younger than him and practically attached at the hip. You supposed going through trauma together would do that to people.

He facetimed you all the time from set, updating you on things in his life, showing you cool stuff from the set, and introducing you to his castmates. You had kept him updated on your music, playing him demos of songs you were writing and getting his opinion on them.

Him being away wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it definitely sucked for you. So, when Pete texted you that he was having a few friends from the movie over the night he got back, you were ecstatic.

Before you left your apartment to walk to his, he texted you.

You’re not allowed to flirt with any of my friends

You rolled your eyes as you locked your door, preparing a response.

I’ll try my best

Your phone buzzed seconds later.

I’m serious. I don’t trust any of them with you.

And I don’t need that kind of awkwardness in my life

Like if you date one of my friends and it goes badly

I don’t wanna deal with that shit

You chuckled at his chain of texts.

Don’t flirt with your friends because they’re dicks, got it

Don’t worry bro, I know the sibling code

 You came to find out that that was a lot easier said than done. When you walked into his place, everyone in the room turned to look at you. You recognized most of them from your facetimes with Pete, but you doubted they remembered who you were. One who did remember you was Colson, Pete’s new best friend. He made eye contact with you from across the room, a sly grin on his lips. You sent him a small smile, Pete’s text running through your head briefly.

You found your brother lounging on the couch, a huge grin on his face. He was definitely tripping on mushrooms. “Y/N!” He yelled. “This is my baby sister, everyone.”

You rolled your eyes, walking further into the room, grabbing a drink from the cooler, and taking an empty seat on the opposite couch. “I’m less than a year younger than you, Pete.”

You heard a snicker from the one of the guys, looking over to see Colson covering up the smile on his face. “But you’re still younger than me so it counts.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations, which you were thankful for. “Y/N, you remember Colson, right?” Pete motioned to the blond guy.

“Yeah.” You nodded, looking him up and down. His muscle tank exposed the sleeves of tattoos, which seemed to cover every inch of his skin. “Your hair was different, but yeah I remember you.” You opened the beer on the coffee table, taking a swig.

“You’re the musician, right?” He asked you, leaning back onto the couch.

You nodded, “Aspiring musician but, yeah.”

“Oh, she’s great. You should hear her sometime.” Pete butted in, grinning like an idiot at you.

You rolled your eyes but had a smile on your face. “I work primarily as a songwriter and editor right now, but I’m trying to work on putting out some of my own stuff.”

You felt a little intimidated talking to Machine Gun Kelly about music, seeing as he was one of the best in the industry, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in your work. “Well, if you ever want some help or someone to listen to it, I’d be willing.” He flashed a smile, his bright blue eyes sparkling.

“Thanks, that’s really cool of you.” You bit your lip slightly, trying to hide the fact that you were totally breaking Pete’s rule.

Pete sent a glare your way to which you raised your eyebrow. You weren’t really flirting; you were just… making connections. “Anyways,” he cleared his throat, “I’ve been working on this sketch idea, Y/N, and I need your opinion.”

You nodded, letting him talk. “So, I was thinking like, there’s this guy with posters all over his wall. Like life size posters of a bunch of different people. And he falls asleep while doing homework and he dreams about them coming to life. And it plays out like one of those really bad commercials that encourage kids to stay in school and shit. Like the posters are telling him to study for his test, but then there’s this one poster that’s like, very sexy. And she’s just like, talking about hot dogs and everyone else gets really sick of it and one of the other posters tries to like, tear down her poster or something.”

Throughout his description, you got more and more confused. “Pete, that’s not funny that’s just fuckin weird.” His mouth hung open in shock. “Dude, seriously? The big punchline is the playboy poster girl talking about hot dogs until the other poster people get tired of it?”

“Yes.” Pete said, as if it were obvious. “That’s hilarious.” You glanced at Colson with a questioning look on your face. He seemed as unsure of the joke as you were.

“Pete, man, that’s not your best work.” Colson clapped him on the shoulder and you giggled at Pete’s disappointed expression.

“You guys are mean.” He pouted and you two laughed. “Ok, well, how would you make it funny?”

“I don’t know if you can, bro.” Colson’s laugh was contagious. When he laughed his whole body shook, his feet stomping and everything.

“What are the other posters?” You asked, trying to be supportive but knowing this wouldn’t turn out very good.

“Well, I was thinking maybe one is like a video game character. Like that lady from Wreck-It-Ralph. The mean one. And then like a snowboarder who is definitely high, and someone else, I dunno.” He shrugged, taking a hit from the joint in his hand and passing it to you.

“Okay…” You trailed off, looking at Colson for support. You brought the blunt to your lips, inhaling the smoke and bringing it down, letting the smoke leave your mouth slowly. You passed the joint to Colson, who gladly took it, a smirk on his face.

Pete looked between you two at the small interaction, a frown. “So, the posters,” he brought your attention away from the man again, “they’re all really serious about teaching this dude math. But the hotdog girl just keeps talking about hot dogs in like this really high-pitched voice.”

You watched the smoke fall from Colson’s lips, not fully paying attention to your brother.

“Yeah man, I think that sounds funny.” Colson told Pete, his eyes lingering on you for a little longer than they should have. “It could use some work but if anyone can make it funny, it’s you.” Colson punched your brother on the shoulder, but the look he sent you said the exact opposite.

You held in your giggle, taking another sip of your beer.

The rest of the night followed a similar pattern, you and Colson flirting and Pete trying to get in between you two. At one point, after a few more hits of weed and a couple more drinks, Colson brought out a guitar, insisting you play something for him. Where he got the guitar from, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask questions. Instead, you rolled your eyes, insisting that “if I have to play something, so do you.”

Everyone was too caught up in their own conversations to care about the noise, or too drunk. You started strumming, trying to remember the chords to a song you had started writing a few days ago. “There’s no lyrics yet, just a melody I came up with.” You blushed, feeling very self-conscious suddenly.

“Guess I’ll just free style to it then.” He chuckled as you started to strum, your fingers working the strings like they had your whole life.

The blond man closed his eyes, head nodding as you played and thinking of what to rap.

“Watch me, take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night. Catch me, I’m the one on the run away from the headlights.

No sleep, up all week wastin time with people I don’t like. I think, somethin’s fuckin wrong with me.

You smiled as he sang, watching his expressions change as he tried to think up the next line.

Drown myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all

I might say some stupid things tonight when you pick up this call

I be hearin silence on the other side for way to long, I can taste it on my tongue, I can tell that somethin’s wrong.”

He opened his eyes, looking rather proud of himself. “I had some of those lyrics already, but I just changed ‘em a little. I really liked that.”

You nodded, “That was impressive.” You smiled, looking back down to the guitar when something hit you.

You began to play the same melody but pitched higher to fit your voice.

“Roll me up, and smoke me love

And we could fly into the night

You take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own

Take drugs, on gravestones, to figure it all out on your own.”

You looked up to Colson, watching his expression change, his eyes wide. Pete had a proud look on his face.

“Pete, you are a sucky hype man. You did her no justice.” Colson hit Pete on the arm.

“Whaddya mean, I told you she was great.”

Colson looked over to you, a stupid smile on his face. “Seriously, that was fucking amazing. Like, we gotta write that shit out some day.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop the blush from reaching your cheeks. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” You were trying your best to keep your cool as Colson kept his gaze on you, but you were completely freaking out on the inside.

A little while later, almost everyone was gone except you, Pete, Colson, and Douglas Booth, who joined your conversation not long after your jam session. Pete let out a yawn, directing your attention to the time.

“Jesus, it’s already 4am?” You asked, a frown on your face.

“Why, you got somewhere to be, darling?” Douglas asked you, your face scrunching up from the nickname.

“I have a writing session at 11 am tomorrow. Or, today, I guess.”

Pete reached out to hit you in the head, playfully, which you dodged. “Go to bed, dummy.”

You shrugged, “I’m gonna be dead at it anyways, might as well keep the party going a little longer.”

Douglas rolled his eyes, patting your shoulder. “Be that as it may, I am ending this party and going home. Goodnight, guys. It was nice meeting you again, Y/N. Good to see you guys.” Douglas and the guys did that little hand slap and hug thing before he left.

“I love you both, but I will also be going to sleep. And you should too.” Pete stood up, stretching his arms out before giving Colson a fist bump and leaving to his bedroom.

Once your older brother left, Colson moved to the couch you were on, his arm falling over your shoulders. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “And how can I help you Mr. Kelly?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m assuming Pete gave us both very similar talking to’s, given the glares you’ve been receiving all night.”

“You mean the “don’t flirt with my friends” talking to or the other one?” You tilted your head, a sly look on your face.

“That’s the one.” Colson laughed through his nose, an adorable smile on his face. You were both considerably high, but you still knew exactly what you were doing.

You moved closer to Colson’s body, “Well then I guess we’d better not do this.” You said quietly, leaning into him. “Or this,” You grabbed his jaw, inches from his face.

“Or this?” He whispered, connecting your lips. You smiled into the kiss, tasting the weed on his tongue. You adjusted your body so you were facing him, his arm that was once around your shoulder now wrapped around your waist.

His other hand grabbed your leg, pulling you up so you were straddling his lap, and your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips seemed to fit perfectly around yours, and you did all you could to keep yourself from moaning into the kiss as his hand began to travel up your leg.

Realization hit you like a brick wall, and you pulled away, your breathing heavy. “Sorry,” you muttered after a few seconds. You climbed off his lap, smoothing out your shirt. “We shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t have done that.” You smiled awkwardly down at him.

He nodded, the same realization hitting him. “Yeah, that’s not the best idea. Sorry I wasn’t really thinking.”

You shook your head, cheeks still very red. “No, no, no don’t apologize. It was fine, it’s all fine.”

He nodded, looking down awkwardly. “I should get going.” He stood up, landing a little too close to you.

“Why don’t you just sleep here? Pete won’t mind and it’s a lot easier than going home.” You bit your lip awkwardly, taking a few steps back.

Colson scratched the back of his neck. This was a very different demeanor than he had before, and you found it very cute. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I’ll get you some blankets and pillows.” You moved towards the guest bedroom, a guilty smile on your face. You moved your hand to your lips, feeling where Colson’s lips had graced you minutes before.

You came back to find Colson laying on the couch, one hand behind his head. “We don’t have to tell Pete about that, right?”

You shook your head, a small smile still playing on your lips. You put the pillow behind his head, watching his eyes as he watched your lips. “Stop looking at me like that or I’ll do something else we can’t tell Pete about.” You said quietly, watching him grin. You pulled the blanket over him, leaning down to be level with his face.

“I kind of like the things we can’t tell Pete about.” Colson chuckled, leaning forward to connect your lips again.